"How long do you think it will take for us to tire of each other?" Harry asked, voice quiet as he watched the fire crackle and burn, creating bright spots behind his lids every time he blinked. Karl propped his head up on one of the pillows and gave Harry a puzzled look. His hair spilled in a dark, messy fan, tangled by Harry's hands sliding through it earlier in fevered need. "What do you mean?" "This." Harry pointed between himself and Karl, then rested his hand over Karl's heart, feeling the slow thump that now beat in time to his own. "Forever is a long time." "Not nearly long enough, not for us," Karl replied, and placed his hand over Harry's. "I should have told you I loved you every day while you were mortal. I should have shouted it from the highest parapet and thrown tournaments in your honor." "I'm not a maiden you needed to woo," Harry reminded him, with a small smile. "No, but you are mine." Gentle fingers traced the fading red scar on Harry's chest. "It should have never come to this." Harry looked deep into Karl's eyes, felt the new connection zing through him yet again, total and complete. "We're both too stubborn for it to have happened any other way," he finally replied. "I still have much to make up for." Harry leaned in until his lips were almost on Karl's. Already, he could feel the heat, the never-ending lust and love, surging through him, more powerful now because of their new bond. "We have time," he murmured, and closed the small distance between them. Onto Jealousy
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