Les Fruits Défendus sont les Meilleurs
Forbidden Fruits are the Sweetest
"Love is like a rose: each petal an illusion, each spine a reality," he says, not particularly to the redheaded woman in the room.
"What part of me is the illusion then? What are my petals?" she responds, approaching him.
Somewhat surprised, he turns, "Your words are your petals."
Their eyes lock.
"And my spine?" she says tersely, restraining her temper.
"Your heart," he sighs.
"My heart tells me that I love you, Scorpius."
"But it is your words that are telling me."
"Touché." She moves to him slowly, gently grabbing his hand. "How can I show you, then?" She closes the space between them, and pulls him into a light hug. She can feel her heart beating rapidly, revealing her blasé façade, thankfully to herself only. One thought passes through her mind before he speaks. If this isn't love, then what is?
"Rose…"
She doesn't respond, not with words, not this time. She kisses him softly, pouring her heart into her kiss, in anyway that she can. As she pulls away, her petals finally gone, she speaks. "A kiss is the best way to be quiet and yet say everything."
"Why do you love me, of all people, Rose, why me?"
"There is just something about you. You are one of a kind Scorpius, unique… Je-ne-sais-quoi."
"You're so naïve, Rose, this won't last forever… mais avec plaisir.. I'll love you until that day comes."
"C'est la vie," she whispers shrugging as they kiss again.
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"Love is like a rose: each petal an illusion, each spine a reality." -Charles Baudelaire
"A kiss is the best way to be quiet and yet say everything." -Guy de Maupassant