300 words, prompt: champagne and key

Champagne Eyes and Keys to the Heart

By MD1016, for PureBloodMuggle

"Your eyes are the color of champagne," she said, as she ran a distracting finger down the front of his chest, and then between the buttons of his shirt.

"Yeah, if champagne is the color of mud," he quipped.

It made him nervous when she studied him so intently. Actually, everything about her made him nervous; her gorgeous dark hair, her perpetually delighted eyes, her delicate laugh and equally delicate sneezes, her veracious appetite – both at the dinner table and in the bedroom. Even her beautiful mind left him quaking. He'd almost broken it off with her half a dozen times in the month that he'd known her, not because she was an animagus, or because she was Irish and he worked in Romania, but because she scared his bollocks stiff.

And yet, he hadn't broken if off with her, had he? If anything they'd become impossibly close…and maybe that was the key to his unease. When he kissed her, he forgot even how to breathe, and when he made love to her, he lost himself so very completely. Charlie had been with exactly five witches in his life (and one Muggle), and none of them had come even remotely close to making him feel what he felt when he was with Ramona. Or, really, what he felt when he wasn't with her, too.

A wavy lock of shiny chestnut hair slipped down from her temple, and he tucked it back behind her ear without even thinking about it until he'd done it. She smiled, not at him, but to herself. She liked those little gestures of affection that betrayed what he wasn't yet ready to admit even to himself. And something in him squeezed a little knowing he'd pleased her, and something else quivered like a frightened, skittish pup.