"as if" a short and sweet fluff piece for @bloodbruise
“Do you like this?” James asked, pressing all his fingers together as he lightly poked Regulus’ knee. He poked twice, then spread his fingers, letting them slide softly across Regulus’ knee.
Regulus laughed softly, “It tickles.”
“But it feels nice, doesn’t it?” James questioned again, his voice almost tentative. It seemed like he was asking more than just about this small touch. Perhaps he was asking if this—the gentle touches, the warmth of their smiles, the way their legs brushed against each other—felt nice, too. If it felt as natural and comforting for Regulus as it did for him.
James asked as if Regulus’ flushed cheeks weren’t already an answer. As if Regulus’ gaze didn’t linger on James’ hands, as if Regulus’ eyes didn’t continuously trace the path from the boy’s eyes to his lips over and over again.
As if they hadn’t memorized each other’s favorite songs.
As if they didn’t seek out one another in every crowded room.
As if they weren’t already completely, utterly in love.
“Yeah, this is nice, Jamie.”
