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SATURDAY
On Sundays
by LittlePlume
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"It's always about what you want, Scorpius. I never have a word to say in our relationship, because all you care about is you."
"I know," he sighs, looking down his feet. "I know I'm conceited, and stubborn, and selfish. But I do love you. And when I'm with you, I can't let go. I can't share you. Because I want you to be mine, even if I know, - believe me, I know - that you're not my possession. I just... I just can't help it. I need you to be here, right next to me."
His voice breaks and he closes his eyes. Rose sees how much it hurts him that she's leaving. He feels betrayed, he feels abandoned, and the pain in his eyes brings tears in hers.
That's when she realizes it. She realizes she is egoist too. And hypocritical.
So maybe he's wrong not to let her go, but she is even more for leaving though he loves her so much. Because she knows, deep, deep inside, that if she leaves now, he'll wait for her.
He'll wait for weeks. For months. For years.
Forever.
He'll wait for her to come back from her dreams, and she takes it for granted without thinking a second about how much it will hurt him.
That makes her move. She stands closer. Slowly. She reaches for his face and gently, touches his lips with hers. He sighs, and Rose can feel his hands grip her shirt.
"I'm sorry," she says with a broken smile, "I'm sorry."
He doesn't say anything back, so Rose brings herself closer too him, making sure to feel him flat against her.
"I'm sorry for being selfish too," she whispers against his lips.
He opens his eyes and locks them into hers.
"Does that mean you'll stay?" He dares ask, his voice fragile and slow.
"Till you're tired of me," she tries to laugh. Her voice is shaking and she hides her face in the crook of his neck.
"We're pathetic," he groans.
"We're in love," she counters.
"And we're a pair of selfish idiots. We're doomed. Together, we're a living disaster," he continues, with the ghost of a joking smile gracing his lips.
"Not if we share the week," she teases.
"What do you mean?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"We'll need some rules, but it will work. You'll have the right to be selfish on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, it'll be my turn."
Scorpius bits back a laugh. He arches a brow, his look lighting up.
"What about Sundays?"
A small smile graces Rose's lips and she presses them against his.
"On Sundays, we'll have the right to be selfish together."
"And that will make it work?" He asks, sceptically.
"Definitely."
A/N
Hi everyone!
So you don't know us, but the main thing you need to know is we're French, we love writing, and we've been working together on a whole fanfiction (entitled Les BattPott) that we're publishing on this profile. Here is a short collection of two oneshots, one written by each of us. If interested, you can also read our personal translations in French (in Samedi).
If you have any remarks, corrections, questions, requests, compliments, chocolate cakes, don't hesitate!
Del(&)Plume (aka DelfineNotPadfoot and LittlePlume)