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[endlessly-cursed]

Heightened Feelings (Blyle)

This is my entry for @kc-and-co​ ‘s Spring Event with the prompt “Flying”. 

Lyle Astor belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier​ 

Blanche Dubois had woken up early this Sunday morning for her ride. She went to the stables, where her dear abraxan, Apollo. He neighed at her sight and she smiled at him, caressing his snout and feeding him apples and every treat.

“I see you’re on a good mood. Shall we be off for our ride?”

He neighed in response and she smiled, quickly riding him and they flew off, but Apollo seemed to be scheming, for he stopped at Lyle’s window, and neighed to call his attention. One of his dormmates teasingly told him of the visit and Blanche tried to play it cool “Blanche? Isn’t it a bit early?”

“As Apollo here.” She nudged her abraxan, who neighed “Though I won’t be mad if you decline.”

He smiled fondly at her “I could never decline any invitation from you, Blanche. May I?”

She smiled broadly, making space for Lyle, and she placed both hands on her waist, and while she did not see, she could tell he was blushing. They flew off, gaining a few whistles from his friends.

Apollo flew high and a reasonable pace, and Blanche’s hairpins fell at the speed and she laughed, whooping. She looked at the sights before her: the bright blue morning sky, the clouds fluffy and the smell of pine, Lyle’s essence, and the wind stroking her every part and the feeling of freedom on her. Apollo went higher and both touched the clouds, laughing at how cold they were.

Lyle breathed Blanche’s intoxicating essence, basking on this moment and the warmth of her body, feeling as though as he had reached heaven. He allowed himself to stroke gently her hair and get as close as he could ever afford, the inebriating feeling intoxicating his very being and his heart beating as fast, feeling invincible. Blanche looked at him and smiled, and Merlin, was that the most beautiful smile from the most beautiful woman he ever beheld. He swallowed as he dared to lean closer, and so did she, and nothing seemed to matter. He could hear her heavy breathing and her eyes closing, and he whispered her name, pressing himself more against her. Their foreheads and noses touched, the only noise between them the wind and their breaths. He could almost feel the warmth of her mouth when the abraxan dipped low, going back to the ground, passing the lake. Blanche laughed and looked at him again, and he could hardly contain the laughter either. The abraxan stopped at the training grounds and he quickly got down, offering to help out Blanche. He had figured out that their moment a few minutes ago was the cause of it, for when they locked eyes as she tried to get down, she wobbled and fell right into his arms, being as close as they had been before. He swallowed hard and flushed furiously, staring at her tempting and beautiful pink lips, and licked his own.

“Blanche…” He whispered.

They nearly kissed when the flying professor cleared their throat, letting them know that class was about to begin. He quickly placed Blanche on the floor and both regained composure as they tried to avoid the first year’s giggles.

“I’ll, uh, see you at the Quidditch match, then?”

“Y-yes, I believe our house will play against Gryffindor.”

She smiled awkwardly before he bid Apollo goodbye and both went back to the stables.

“Lyle!”

He whipped his head to see what could she want, when he felt her lips on his cheek, on the corner of his mouth, and he gasped and stood perfectly still, stunned by her move. She giggled before finally retiring to the stables. Some first years laughed at him and he quickly excused himself, going back to his dorm, where he’d get endless teasing for his very red face.