A/N: A little slightly over a hundred words drabble.

Disclaimer: Don’t own it

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Harry watched the dark haired figure next to him shift gently in their sleep. This was perfection. And though everyone else thought it was wrong they didn’t care and that was all that mattered. Harry reached out a tentative finger and traced the line of his lovers chin, down his neck and across his chest. His fingers grazed across the shining white scar that ran across his soul mate’s shoulders. At once pale fingers reached out and grasped Harry’s hand.

“That tickles.” said a low melodic voice as Harry’s palm was pressed against pale pink lips.

Silence reigned as Harry’ hand was covered in butterfly kisses. Then Harry’s hand was released as the man settled down to sleep again.

“Love you, Tom.”

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A/N: Ok, yeah this is weird but I had to write it. I couldn’t concentrate until I did and what’s the point of writing something you don’t post? Review? Please.