[John doesn't recoil away from the wizard when he hears the murmur of what is definitively not Latin. And then John is so surprised by himself, for not moving away, that it makes the touch all the more of a shock. He's off center and doesn't know what to expect.
The warmth isn't like fire, as he'd expect from Harry. It's like sunlight, concentrated into the shape of a hand. It's like the sensation of coffee heating your throat when you take a sip on a winter day. It's that press of body heat that comes right before the moment when things get uncomfortably hot. It's the opposite of the destructive inferno that Harry slings around so aptly.
There is nothing he can do to avoid groaning. The spellwork does more for his minute, persistent aches than any pain reliever ever could. John sways forward, quickly grabbing Harry's hips again to keep upright.
Damn this man, who can fell him as easily with cruelty as kindness.]
That's... helpful. [Greatest understatement of the year, and told in a voice that sounds like sandpaper on sandpaper. The wash of heat and relaxation becomes less intense and John instead feels like its slipped into his veins. Has he been ensorcelled to have fire in his blood, because it's burning him from the inside out.]
[He wants more of it, the heat, and shifts that much closer, sliding his arms under Harry's shirt to clutch greedily at the hot skin there.]
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Date: 2012-11-23 05:14 am (UTC)The warmth isn't like fire, as he'd expect from Harry. It's like sunlight, concentrated into the shape of a hand. It's like the sensation of coffee heating your throat when you take a sip on a winter day. It's that press of body heat that comes right before the moment when things get uncomfortably hot. It's the opposite of the destructive inferno that Harry slings around so aptly.
There is nothing he can do to avoid groaning. The spellwork does more for his minute, persistent aches than any pain reliever ever could. John sways forward, quickly grabbing Harry's hips again to keep upright.
Damn this man, who can fell him as easily with cruelty as kindness.]
That's... helpful. [Greatest understatement of the year, and told in a voice that sounds like sandpaper on sandpaper. The wash of heat and relaxation becomes less intense and John instead feels like its slipped into his veins. Has he been ensorcelled to have fire in his blood, because it's burning him from the inside out.]
[He wants more of it, the heat, and shifts that much closer, sliding his arms under Harry's shirt to clutch greedily at the hot skin there.]