It's been a week and it's been… kind of strange, actually. I feel as if I have two time-share brains. Let me elaborate.
One of my brains is fixated on how brilliant the snogging last week was and everything around that. This is the brain that makes me shiver when I see Scorpius at meals, in classes, in passing in the halls. And of course this is the brain that is driving the masturbatory fantasies (they've been fantastic).
My second brain is in charge when he's not directly in my line of sight. This is the old familiar Rose brain. The one that's able to focus on her studies, her runes, and her friends. And here's where things get strange – the second brain has been in charge most of the time.
This is diametrically opposite of the beginning of basically every other relationship I've heard about, including my previous relationship with Edwin, when I was thinking about him basically nonstop to the detriment of the rest of my life.
I guess the main thing that's been different is that Scorpius and I started this… thing? It's certainly not a relationship yet but we haven't closed the door on it developing into one. Anyways, we started by agreeing on open communication. That's certainly removed the need for me to overanalyze everything Scorpius-related, and also helped me to feel more secure about where I stand with him, and in turn doesn't seem to be nuking my productivity so much.
The cerebral part aside, I'm quite looking forward to further exploring this chemistry with Scorpius.
I'm not totally sure what that Muggle word, chemistry, is. It seems like it has something to do with mixing multiple components, and depending on the way you mix them, you can either cause an explosion, or build something interesting? Seems appropriate.
Anyways. I walked into tonight's Heads' meeting hoping, knowing something sexy would go down. I opened the door to our meeting room and was stopped in my tracks when I met Scorpius' truly lustful stare.
I dropped into the seat next to him, and had to push him away when he leaned in for a kiss. Easily the most difficult thing I've done all week. But, Scorpius got the message, and we settled in for work first. Who knows what exactly we had to do, but we got it done in record time and sent it back out the door. As soon as the door closed and locked again, I don't know who started it, but it doesn't matter because he was all over me and I was all over him and at one point I sighed into his mouth, something about hormonal bliss.
When I was next able to sort out my limbs, I found myself straddled on top of Scorpius' hips. I let my eyes scrape over him, trying to commit this moment to memory. His hair was mussed, his lips puffy and red from the snogging, his tie loose and most attractive of all, his pupils were blown out with desire and fixed on me. Well, maybe me and my button down uniform shirt, with the top three buttons undone and my bra peeking out from underneath. And I know, I know, the patriarchy is terrible and everything, but you can bet your arse that Dominique and I had a great time picking out new sexy lingerie last weekend in Hogsmeade.
Right. Back to the moment. Me, sitting astride Scorpius, who looks like a fucking sex god just coming into his powers. I'm sure I looked similarly mussed, but who cares about that, whose masturbatory fantasy is this going to be anyways?
So I'm on top, Scorpius' hands are on my hips, and I can feel his arousal, warm and firm and pressed up into my core. Just… three? Layers of clothing separating us.
I give an experimental wiggle of my hips and I can feel my own arousal pooling in my panties. Scorpius' reaction is visceral, his hands tighten on my hips, he grits his teeth, he pants out, "Rose."
I still my hips, place my hands on his chest.
"Scorpius?"
"Rose, do you want to…?"
I hesitate. My hormones are screaming, "Yes! I want to!" and they don't care what exactly it is that he wants, but I'm not ready for sex, but I would really love to see his cock…
He must see the conflict written across my face, because he lifts me off his lap and I slide to sit on the couch next to him.
He takes my hands in his warm ones and rubs small circles on the backs. He takes a moment to compose himself, during which I start to panic about whether he's going to tell me that he doesn't want to continue. Wait, Rose. That's not consistent with the hand rubbing. It will be okay, Rose, he still wants you, and even if he didn't, that doesn't change your worth as a human.
"Rose," he starts, meeting my eyes. "We can take this slow if you want. But I find you so damn sexy, and I would love to fuck you or pleasure you if you'll let me."
I tilt my chin up to give him a peck, because this kind of respect of my boundaries cannot go unrewarded. But still, it's just a peck, because we're communicating.
"Scorpius, thank you. I feel really safe with you. And I want to have sex with you, I do, but not today."
"That's okay, I can live with the prospect of someday." He gives me such a sunny smile that I attach myself to his lips again.
Our hands are exploring each other as we snog, his are skimming all over my torso, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I feel abs under his shirt, and I'm skimming the waistband of his trousers and pull away slightly to ask.
"Scorpius," kiss, "can I," kiss, "touch your cock?"
"Yes, and," kiss, "may I," kiss, "touch your pussy," kiss, "and see your breasts?"
"Yes," and while you may be rolling your eyes at the lack of spontaneity, I'm meanwhile finding all this asking for consent extremely arousing and feel myself gush a little more in my panties. Maybe my kink is dirty language?
A tangle of arms and limbs as we each respectively try to take off each other's clothes, punctuated with laughter as we decide it might be better to just attend to our own clothes, and soon enough we are standing stark naked in front of each other. I never got this far with Edwin and I'm amazed that it's only the second time that I've kissed Scorpius.
His cock is just as glorious as I imagined, I think I'm drooling a little bit just looking at it. I'm gratified to see that he's just as fixated on my breasts and I involuntarily take a step towards him, reaching my hand out for his cock. He meets my approach, and it's all a tangle of limbs and mouths and hands. His cock is firm and warm in my grip, his hips involuntarily thrust forward, one of his hands is cupped behind my head to steady me as we snog, his other hand gives one breast a squeeze before trailing down to find the wetness between my thighs. We stand there for a moment, I'm pumping his cock and his fingers are trailing around my dripping pussy and we're snogging furiously like this is the only way to vanquish the Dark Lord. This feels amazing and I'm trembling, my legs are shaking, and in one of those moments of perfect brain synchronicity, we both take a step toward the couch, sitting next to each other. His legs fall open, I throw one of my legs over his, our hands never stop moving.
"Tighter, Rose," and I grip his cock tighter.
"Put your fingers inside me," I whimper, and he complies. First one, slowly dipping in and out, his thumb constantly swirling around my clit. Then a second, pumping steadily, matching my rhythm on his cock. Kissing is impossible now, but our eyes are never straying from each other, I feel the precum leaking from his cock, he knows the way the entire juncture of my thighs is glistening for him.
Words become impossible, our breathing gets heavy, our rhythm never falters, he's gritting his teeth and just a little more pressure – right there – and I'm coming, I shout his name, my legs are shaking, shaking, and when I come to, I resume my pressure on his cock and throw in a hand on his balls for good measure and he's coming too, decorating his platinum blonde happy trail.
I collapse against the back of the couch, he collapses against me, and digs his wand out of the couch cushions. First he casts the contraceptive charm – "Just in case," he says seriously, and I think his priorities are incredible and I could kiss him right now, oh wait I can, so I do – then cleaning spells and we're not so sticky and covered in bodily fluids.
"Fuck, Rose," he breathes.
"Fuck is right, Scorpius."
We make out some more, but I'm exhausted, and I still have homework to do, but tonight I stay with him in the Heads' common room and work together with him. I'm wearing only his uniform shirt and he's only wearing pants, we're bathed in the warmth of the fire and this brilliant chemistry and the promise of next week.
A/N: Take a drink (of water) for every run-on sentence.