His Touch; My Weakness by Luvscharlie

Mostly it's the weight of your body pressing against me in the night, the warmth of your skin against mine that shoots through me and reminds me why I'm here.

During daylight hours, I would, more often than not, like to ram my wand up your nose in frustration at your snarky attitude and words that cut into me like a knife against my heart.

But during the night, your hands, your mouth, move over me setting my skin on fire with desire, and then you own me as no one ever has. And I am reminded why I stay.

A/N: This was originally written for the prompt of heat at the dmhgchallenge community on Live Journal. This fic had to be exactly 100 words.