You asked for it, I delivered! It only took me 5 years. This is a bit of a follow-up to "Two Weeks" ( s/8519753/1/Two-Weeks) but definitely can be read as a stand-alone. Non-magic AU. A series of related one-shots, each ending with Scorpius and Rose discovering their feelings for each other. Entirely plot-free.

Vote JKR for benevolent dictatorship.

Morning. 9:30. Dominique just left for work so it's just me and Scor left, draped over the furniture in his parents' living room, still moving a little slow after that stupid alcohol-fueled night. It's been a year and a half since we've seen each other, since I'm working in America now, but I came home to see the 'rents and my visit luckily coincided with his birthday. Not that we spoke about this beforehand, oh no not at all. I definitely didn't know that he has finally started drinking or that he's never been trashed drunk and his birthday would be an excellent excuse to see what happens. Nor was I involved in contacting all our mutual friends to see if they'd be in town. It was entirely chance. And! If you thought that I minorly panicked and told my friends from the States that I was gonna get drunk with my grade school flame from 6 years ago and that drunk Rose is really physically affectionate what if this hurts this tentative friendship that we've built up in that time, what if our monthly catching up phone calls stop?! Well, you would definitely be off your rocker. None of that happened. Scor was the perfect gentleman all night.

But party night was yesterday. Now it's morning. All of the other attendees went home to their own beds and significant others or their demanding jobs, but I certainly don't have anything to do this weekend, I'm on vacation, and I'm waiting to catch a 18:20 train back to my parents' place in the country. And Scor has indeterminate plans to see his parents later today, so he suggests that we hang out downtown and get lunch or something. Sounds like a good plan to me, but it is far too early for any reasonable hungover person to be up even with the promise of cake for breakfast, so I suggest going back to bed first. He laughs and makes some sound of agreement but then there's a pause. And before it can get awkward and before I can talk myself out of this idea, I meet his eyes and ask, "Would you want to cuddle with me?"

Another pause. This one is definitely awkward. He's looked away from me. He might be blushing under his new beard. Ten seconds… 20… 30… It feels like a million years. I am just about to open my mouth to tell him to forget I asked and then attempt to melt into the floor when he says something very quietly and I can't catch it.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that?"

"Yes. Um. I mean, yes, sure, I'd like that."

This is not what I was expecting at all. Hoping for, yes. But now that he's agreed I don't know what to do next so obviously I try to get up off the couch but end up collapsing on the floor and now he's laughing at me and he's gotten out of the rocking chair to help me up and I catch his hand but when I'm upright I don't let go. And we kind of lace our fingers together and walk back upstairs to the bedroom not entirely able to look at each other and we kind of just stand at the edge of the bed I suppose it would make sense to get in from opposite sides but his hand feels so nice in mine and it's not like he's making a move to go anywhere… So out of frustration I toss back the covers and sweep my arm out, declaring, "Ladies first!" and he laughs and gets in but we're still holding hands so I fall in after him. I land on top of him (if we're being totally honest it's where I wanted to be since the beginning) and we meet eyes and blush and look away and I roll off of him so that we're still holding hands, facing each other with legs tangled. I'm positively humming with nerves there's no way that I'll be able to fall asleep now. We're laying there staring at each other when he says what's been on my mind: "To tell you the truth… I wanted to do this last night." And he follows that positively mind-blowing revelation up by scootching in closer to me and KISSING me!

Wow.
W O W.
My mind is blank. Blankety blank B-L-A-N-K. But also whoops it seems that I've forgotten to respond because he's stopped kissing me and he's pulled back and he's trying to disentangle his hand from mine and I'm hearing, "Shit, sorry, Ro-," but no he's not allowed to be sorry now it's my turn to reassure him that I've wanted to do that for-fucking-ever by using my free hand to cup his face and kiss him back and it feels bloody amaaaziiingg all the way down to my toes and we haven't even gotten to the bit with tongues yet but oh yes there's his tongue requesting entrance and I grant it to him and damn this nap has become one hot and heavy makeout session. He's managed to roll on top of me and he's got me caged between his arms which I'm finding hot as hell and he's resting his pelvis on mine and you, dear reader, know exactly what's coming next. You know what I'm feeling pressed up against me. You know the moment that he realizes that I have noticed his body's reaction to our rolling around in bed. You know this, but I'll tell you details anyways.

Scorpius, being the adorable darling that he is, is mortified. He tries to roll off me but I won't let him – I raise both hands to his face and hold him there, kissing him thoroughly. When he finally relaxes into it, I let one of my hands drift down to his crotch and give him a gentle squeeze. He thrusts once into my hand through the fabric of his shorts and we break our kiss. I'm staring at him. He's staring at me. I want to make love with him, but he's hesitant. How can I convince him?

I shift underneath him, forcing him to roll off me, but we're still pressed together under the covers, legs intertwined. I can still feel his erection, but bugger this boy and his chivalry.

"Scorpius." I take his hand and lace his fingers with mine. "I want to show you something." I guide our intertwined hands to waist level and into my pants. Into my panties. Which, as you may have guessed, are soaking wet with my arousal. His hand is still there as I begin to swirl my own fingers around to try to convince him, trying to ask him between exaggerated breathy moans, "Scorpius, will you have sex with me right now?"