This was previously posted in my Random Drabbles story - but moved to Rose Drabbles for easier organization.
Title: Now
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Teddy/Rose
Word Count: 387
A/N: Drabble for idea_of_sarcasm - Prompt: Slow Kiss.
Rose Weasley had Teddy Lupin pressed up against the door of the loo. They'd been dating for five months, but this was the first time he'd come home with her for a holiday. Hermione had put them in separate rooms and Ron had barked at Ted every time he glanced at Rose, let alone touched her. After a week of forced separation, Rose's self-control had shattered. She grabbed Teddy while he was walking down the hallway and pulled him into the only room in the house with a door that locked.
Now her lips were locked on his and her hands were inside of his jumper, stroking his skin. He clutched at her arse, lifting her off the ground slightly to rub her against his erection. Rose fumbled with his belt buckle before breaking their kiss so she could concentrate on getting Teddy's trousers off. She laughed quietly, pushed down his boxers, and started pressing kisses along his neck and his jaw. "Hurry," she whispered into his ear.
Ted grinned. He adored Rose like this – impetuous, forceful, and bossy. She was amazing with her hair loose and wild around her face. Suddenly it became clear to him that what he felt for Rose was more than just fondness, or affection, or lust. He was in love with her. As the realization swept over him, he grabbed her hands, pulled her arms above her head, and turned them around so she was the one pressed up against the door.
"Teddy!" she giggled, arching against him. "We don't have much time. We need to make this fast."
He shook his head and stared deeply into her eyes. "We have all the time in the world," he told her. He meant it; he was never going to let this woman go. "We are going to take it slow until you are coming out of your mind."
Rose caught her breath and then smirked up at him, looking sexier than ever before. "Alright, take your time, Lupin. I promise to wear black and cry real tears at your funeral," she teased
"I'm not worried," Teddy told her truthfully, as he slipped her shirt down her arms and pressed kisses along her neck. 'Besides', Ted thought to himself, 'there was no way Ron Weasley would kill the future father of his grandchildren.'