Measure of a Man by @inadaze22
"Are you the sun?" he asked hours later when they were alone. His hand travelled a familiar course up and down her back while she battled between grounding herself and flying away. "Or are you the moon? "Neither. I'm Earth." Too tired to do anything more, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed with the rhythm of his heart in her ear and the slow rise and fall of his chest under the palm of her aching hand. "Who are you?" "The moon." Untouchable to the lonely sun, but locked in an orbital dance with Earth. Held at arm's length by gravity.
from Chapter 31: The Passenger Seat










