AN: I've got an entire week off from school to revise for my exams and start the huge pile of homework that's threatening to suffocate me, so you know, let's start by writing some AlScor because ewh revision.
Under the Stars
Albus is kind of half hot and half cold. He and Scorpius are lying on the bonnet of the old Ford Anglia that they'd borrowed from his granddad, staring up at the pitch black sky. Neither of them are entirely sure where they are – somewhere near a beach, they think. Albus is drifting off beneath the warmth of his blanket, but the bitter air coming from the Atlantic is stopping him from falling too far into his stupor. He's too confortable to move, though, not that there's anywhere else to move to, other than the car. There's no way that they're going home tonight. Both of them are far too tired, never mind the fact that they had no clue were when it was light, never mind now, when it was past midnight. He would deal with his parents' reprimands tomorrow. He'd only meant to take the car for a test drive, just to prove Scorpius wrong that yes, in fact, he could drive it. They'd got lost, though, and that's how they'd ended up on a deserted beach somewhere on the west coast.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Scorpius smiles, and Albus mumbles something into his shirt.
"I'd like to live on the beach," Scorpius says, tracing the stars lazily with his fingertips, "You know, when I've completed my last year at school."
Albus wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer, "We will," he tells him.
Scorpius blinks, and looks down at Al, who's slowly drifting off. His eyes flicker shut every few seconds, and every time he has to fight to re-open them again.
"What?" Scorpius says, bewildered.
"We'll get a house by the sea," Albus says, "Somewhere small and warm, and in the summer we can have barbeques and you'll get sunburnt like you always do."
Scorpius laughed, brushing Albus' face lightly with his thumb. Was he being serious, or was it just his exhausted, barely conscious state speaking for him?
"And we'll go skinny dipping," Albus added as an afterthought.
"Definitely," Scorpius agreed.
AN: Fluffy! Bahaha, I'm so bad a writing fluff, so please excuse this horrible attempt at it. I usually stick with light hearted innuendos, but I couldn't resist.
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