A ficlet for selenehekate, who requested Lee/Roxanne. Here it is, love. Hope you like it.
Merlin, he shouldn't have been watching, but he was.
He was watching the way her hips swayed, just like her mother, and he'd be reminded why he had fallen for her in school. Lee watched the way she grew up, and in his eyes, she was never a daughter of his best friend - she was her mother in miniature.
That was only part of the reason he was enamored by Roxanne Weasley.
She was fierce, she was fiery, she was a no-nonsense type of woman. She would tell it how it is, and how it's supposed to be. She's a Gryffindor through and through, and even though her over-protectiveness and brash tenancies could get in her way, he couldn't help but admiring her.
She didn't make it easy on him, either. The way she gave him one armed hugs and walked around in her family home in those too-short-to-be-legal shorts, and he couldn't even think straight.
Sometime he would feel really guilty - he was forty-three and she was only twenty. He was old enough to be her father, and yet... that didn't really deter him, did it? Even though his gut would twist a little because of the guilt, he would just keep on looking.
She had his heart in her hands and she didn't even know it.
Lee blamed Angelina, of course. If he wasn't so interested in her at school, he wouldn't be interested in her bloody daughter now... would he?
Maybe that was the reason, maybe it wasn't. His breath hitched like he was a hormone-ridden teenage boy again whenever he saw her; stopping in at the shop, which he still worked at after all these years, or dinner with their family, in which she'd give him a secretive smile, one that made him wonder what she had been doing lately that must be so secretive.
Lee secretly adored it when Roxanne fought - with anyone, really. The way her cheeks would flush and her hair would fall in an unkempt halo of chocolate brown curls. It was possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen - even if her anger was directed at him (it never was) he would have been content, staring at her.
He knew there was probably a special place in hell for him, but he had no choice, he told himself. There was no choice. He couldn't stop himself, and even if he would, he couldn't.
She was just too beautiful.