(One-shot: Rose W and Scorpious M. Rose is briefly describing one of her many encounters with Scorpious. Criticisms welcomed.)
Black Lake. Two students under a tree. Grey skies and drizzling rain.
Normally, one would find one's self sitting inside by a warm fire on a cold and gray day. Especially if it's drizzling. Then again, I'm not normal. Instead, I am sitting outside, in the drizzling rain, cuddling with him, who is by the way, whispering sweet-nothings into my ear.
I have always liked the rain. It gives me a sense of calmness and comfort. Most people would disagree, but he wouldn't. You may even disagree. However, your opinions don't matter right now.
Ooh. He's currently placing the sweetest butterfly kisses I've ever felt, on my neck at this very moment. Mmmm…
I love the rain. We do this everytime it rains. Which is another reason why I love the rain.
It's starting to rain harder now.
It's practically pouring, as if it's coming down like water pouring from buckets. It smells heavenly. Especially mixed with his cologne.
I turn around to kiss him. He tastes like honey and strawberries. Yum.
I run my hands through his soft, silky, almost-white blond hair. He moans softly. I follow suit. He wraps himself around me. It feels so good; I never want to stop.
I faintly hear the school bell, but dismiss it, and carry on kissing.
Oh, how I love the rain.
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