The sky above is an inky black, dotted with stars that barely shimmer, dimmed by the bright lights of the drive-in cinema. The back of the pickup forms a small fortress for the two of you, pillows scattered around, some already flattened beneath you from all the fidgeting. The murmur of a horror movie drifts in the background on this Halloween night.

Around the smell of cigarettes and the sweet vanilla scent of half-eaten pumpkin pies at the edge of the blankets, he hardly touches any of the dessert. He's far too engrossed in your shampoo or soap's nice fragrance, the jingle of your rings as you jump at the loud noises, and the way your nose twitches when the crime on the screen gets a bit much.

“A bloke in a mask with a kitchen knife, chasing after kids,” his voice sounds amused; after all, the idea of being scared by a Muggle movie seems so far from reality. “Really?”

He purrs at your neck like a big, warm cat that's had its fill of clotted cream. Theo steals your breath away, distracting you again as his hand sneaks further under the blanket, thumb tracing slow circles on your soft belly, teasing with the lightest touch. The sweetness in his voice brushes your ear as he hums, “I'd rather be here with you. That's what counts, vero, dolcezza?”

The projector screen flickers, the bright scenes making you squint slightly, but Theo is persistent, domineering, keeping you close so that he stays firmly at the centre of your heart. His lips press against your cheeks again, the kisses soft and drawn out, as though he cannot resist showing you how deeply he loves you; how little he minds being hopelessly in love with a Muggle-born angel. His baby.

Theo's fingers slide higher, pressing into your ribs, and his pearly white teeth slowly sink into your shoulder. “Mmm... tasty. Y'know, I wanna be your personal maniac.” He grins wider when he hears your quiet shhh, fully aware that the movie no longer holds your attention, as his other broad palm finds the most delicate flower, covering it with warmth.