a/n: warning - cousincest abounds for the next few drabbles (we're going through a phase, okay?). But you know, it isn't even illegal here in Britain.
But I'm going to say my usual little speech anyway: if you don't like cousincest, please don't read this. Go and find something else you prefer. If you leave a review complaining about it I won't even dignify it with a response.
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freddominique, library.
requested by thethymeisright
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He finds them snogging in the library. And, you know, it's not that weird - a lot of people snog in the library, it's a good place to come because you can get yourselves lost amongst the maze of books and it is very unlikely that anybody will find you.
But he finds them, and at first all he sees is a tall boy with brown hair ghosting kisses up the side of some girl's neck, while the girl giggles and tries to push him away, pretending flirtatiously. Then suddenly her eyes snap open, and his meet hers reluctantly, brown into thundercloud-grey, and her grip on Sebastian's jumper tightens and her cheeks flush and she knows she's got the same picture running through her head, of her and another boy (with brownbrown eyes and curly hair and, um, a passing familial resemblance), tumbling backwards onto his bed, her clothes somewhere on the floor and his not much closer, their lips attacking each ferociously and desperately because that was it, that was their one chance, wrapped up in a frenzied storm of kisses and endearments and fierce, terrible silence.
("We're cousins, Dominique.")
("It's not even illegal here.")
Dominique mouths 'I'm sorry' over Sebastian's shoulder.
Fred just turns and walks away.
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