- Listening to her was painful. Listening to her talk about how tired she was, how hurt she was, all of it, it destroyed him from the inside out. And there was anger, God, so much anger, so much fury, all of it working up and churning inside of him like a boat in a hurricane.
How dare her husband treat her like this. The so-called love of her life. The man who made a commitment to be by her side forever, to love her and cherish her, to never forsake her as long as they both lived? Did he even know what he was giving up? What an incredible goddess he had in his hand here? Or was she just a bloody trophy for him to put up on a shelf and take to Ministry balls or whatever else?
Not for the first time Alexander wondered what would happen if he and this Owen Locklear ever came face-to-face. What would he do? Would he be able to hold it together or would he just punch the everliving shit out of the man's face?
You're a Slytherin, Alexander, he reminded himself. If you can't exercise subtlety, then you don't deserve to have that distinction.
Fine. All he could think, then, was that he hoped for Locklear's sake that the two of them never met.
"I could never hurt you," he murmured as Michelle pulled back, took his hands, told him exactly what he needed to hear. It was a challenge. A call to arms. A desire for him to prove himself to her, to show exactly how he felt, exactly how he could treat her. And God, that's what he wanted. The chance to shower her in everything he felt. The permission to do it rather than having to hide it. He wasn't a fool. He knew for a fact that he'd have to keep it under wraps around the faculty, the students, her children (Merlin, if her children found out...). But he thought he could do that.
He'd take whatever little piece of Michelle Locklear that she wanted to give him.
"Just...do one thing for me, Michelle," he said softly as he touched her cheek again, marveled for the millionth time at how beautiful she was. "Tell me what you need. Don't ever hide it or be scared to say it. Tell me what you want and need. Okay? I'm not a Legilimens." It was a terrible joke, but he was so happy that he might even have a chance with her that he couldn't help smiling a little and breathing a laugh. "Start now." Because he was desperate to do something to show her how he felt. He wanted to kiss her. To swing her into his arms and spin her around. To carry her away and make love to her until she forgot every single one of her fears. But no, he couldn't.
Not unless she wanted him to.