Title: 25. Finger Kiss
Pairing: Rose/Scorpius
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 306
AN: Happy Christmas Happy New Year potterhead37! Inspired in part by inell's prompt – Roses in Bloom. Part of my 50 Kisses prompt table.
Scorpius uncovered Rose's eyes. "Surprise!"
She blinked and looked around. "We're in a garden…"
"Not just any garden. This is the Chelsea Flower Show!"
Rose frowned at him. "Flowers? Seriously? This is how you want to spend our day together?"
"It will be great!" Scorpius enthused. "There are show gardens, urban gardens, and courtyard gardens on all display. There is also a Floral Design Marquee and a pavilion with a huge display of flowers from all around the world."
Rose scratched the back of her head and wondered if Scorpius was having a go at her. "I never knew you liked herbology."
"I don't," he replied, grabbing her hand and leading her down a path between two garden exhibits. "I just like flowers. I think they are magical without really being magical, you know."
Rose laughed and shook her head. "Not really."
Smiling down at her, Scorpius summoned a rose from the nearest display and began to explain all the intricacies of stem size, petal symmetry, and color variation. Rose tried to act interested, after all Scorpius had sat with her through several dozen heartbreaking Chudley Cannons matches, but it was hard to get excited about a stupid flower. At least that is what she thought until she pricked her finger on one of the rose's thorns. "Damn," she exclaimed as a spot of blood appeared.
Before she could react further, Scorpius had lifted her hand to his mouth and covered the tip of the injured finger with his lips, lightly stroking his tongue along the tiny wound.
Rose wet her lips, incredibly turned on by his actions.
"Did that stop the sting?"
Rose nodded unable to find her voice.
"Would you like to see more of the gardens?"
"I'd love to," she responded breathlessly and immediately began looking for another plant she could wound herself with.
The End