A/N: Warnings: femmeslash, cousincest, mentions of rough!sex (not too explicit, I hope). A disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit. I do not own anything except the plot.
On the outside, Rose Weasley looks quite perfect. Sweet, smart and bookish, usually keeps to herself, excels in all her classes. She seems to lack the usual Weasley temper, but she has the Weasley compassion and her mother's properness. A pretty little rose, just like her name. Likable enough, if a little boring.
But as they say, every rose has its thorns and Lily has grown to know every single one of Rosie's.
She knows her cousin is actually gay, and that she refuses to admit that. She likes to pretend Lily is just a bit of meaningless fun. Lily, who has plenty of meaningless fun herself, knows Rosie doesn't do meaningless fun. But she goes along with it because that way she gets to see even more of Rose's "imperfections".
She gets to see how much the thrill of secrecy and sneaking around behind her boyfriend's back turns her on - sometimes she thinks this is the reason she won't come out, not her typical insecurities.
She gets to see just how wild she gets when she is swept away in pleasure, she gets to see the way her tightly curly hair gets even wilder around her shoulders and hear the obscenities that spill out of her normally clean mouth.
She gets to find out that sweet little Rosie likes to dominate. That she likes to fist her hand in Lily's bright, flame colored hair and pull.
She is also, surprisingly, a biter. She likes to pin Lily's wrists down above her head and mark her soft pale skin with sharp nips of her teeth. The little bite marks almost look like one of Lily's many freckles. Until Rosie's teeth sink down harder and her lips suckle the skin more brutally. Then they are unmistakably raw and purple.
Lily is usually the aggressor in all of her relationships and dislikes being dominated with all her being because it makes her feel powerless. And Lily Luna Potter doesn't do powerless.
But she goes along with this too, because she likes to see how easily she can make her normally calm and collected cousin lose control.
Lily has never been a sweet girl herself. She dislikes the innocent, finds the attempts of her many flings at romance despicable, and quite frankly, tacky.
She doesn't care for sweetness at all, and she has never really cared much for flowers.
But thorns, she can embrace. She likes finding flaws in people, maybe even a twisted little habit no one else knows about. She likes to seek them out and exploit them until they can no longer be ignored.
She celebrates the dark and the imperfect. The mistakes, the thorns, so to speak, are what she craves.
And Rose has plenty of them.
So, as Lily stares into the bathroom mirror, observing the ugly bruises on her slender neck, she thinks that as long as Rose keeps being so deliciously imperfect, she doesn't mind acting submissive.
As long as the thorns keep digging in her skin and make her bleed, she can go along with the disgustingly sweet smell of roses that seems to cling to her skin for days afterwards.
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