Okay, I guess we've just given up the pretense of work comes first? Today when I walked into the Heads common room, Scorpius was already there, and he greeted me with a peck on the lips. When I looked up to try to scold him for fooling around, he drew me in for a truly breathtaking snog, and by the time I was standing on my own two feet again, his shirt is open, his trousers are on the floor, his very erect prick is peeping out from the waistband of his pants. Meanwhile, my shirt is on the floor, one of my breasts has been scooped out of my bra, and my panties are damp and Scorpius knows it.
My brain is trying to catch up to my body, and when it does, my hands stop halfway through tracing Scorpius' abs and I consciously take one gigantic step backwards. He looks forlorn, his hands dropping slightly from where my breasts were just a moment ago, and Morgana's tits, I just want to jump him right now. No, Rose! I'll just express this to Scorpius.
"Ahhghfmmm," wow, articulate as always, Rose.
One corner of his mouth quirks upward, and I love that this is a secret smile reserved only for me.
I can't think while I'm half dressed, so I very deliberately fix my bra, find my shirt, and straighten my skirt before turning back to him. He's followed my lead and is semi-decent again, and when we sit down on the couch, next to each other, we're almost able to focus on the work in front of us. Almost. We're skimming what needs to be done today and chatting about our days, but he's resting a hand on my knee, and tracing circles on the inside of my thigh with his thumb.
It's very distracting.
I should tell him this before he makes it too far – oh, his hand has skimmed up the inside of my thigh and and has just brushed my dripping pussy through my panties.
I have to jump up and move around to the opposite couch. We're back to the awkward position of looking at documents, but it's now easier to remind him that we have a rule about no fooling around until we're done with work.
He gives me the most adorable pout and I almost relent, but when it turns into a full-blown smirk I change my mind.
"I have a proposition for you," he says.
"I know," I shoot back, and I'm annoyed at how breathless I sound. "But we have a rule. No sexy times until after we finish this," I say, gesturing at the pile of paperwork between us.
"Hear me out, Rose, it's not exactly what you think."
Merlin, my hormones are overriding my rational brain, and I nod for him to continue.
"Strip paperwork."
"What?"
"Strip. Paperwork."
"I heard you clearly the first time around. I just don't know what it is."
"You've never played strip Gobstones? Strip Exploding Snap?"
I shake my head, but I've heard Hugo and his mates giggling about strip something and singed chest hair (like he and his mates have more than three chest hairs between the lot of them), and I'm concerned about where this is going. Or maybe interested?
Scorpius explains, "When you finish one task, you take off an item of clothing. First person to naked loses."
At best, this is rule-adjacent. But my hormones are loving the idea of getting naked, so I give a curt nod to show I'm game. Still, something seems off. "Why should I be punished for finishing my part of the work? Shouldn't it be, I finish one thing, you take off an item of clothing?"
Scorpius seems overly smug that he's gotten me to go along with his game. He makes me want to kiss that stupid smirk off his face. "Sure, that works too."
"You weaselly little…" but there's no heat in my tone and he knows it. "It still seems that there's more work than we have clothes. And I kinda feel that the goal is to get naked anyways, so pretending that there's a winner and a loser is a joke. But what is going to motivate me after all your clothes are off?"
Scorpius thinks for a moment, then, "Kisses. Anywhere."
This I can get on board with, but there's still an idiot part of my brain that insists the work must get done. So I sigh and say, "But only kisses. No hands, and no kisses anywhere below the belt."
"And after we finish…" Scorpius attempts a suggestive leer, but he looks too earnest to pull it off. I've already grabbed the first of the paperwork, because I will win this.
We get about halfway through the stack before we're both totally starkers. I would blame the cold air for my hardened nipples, but we're toasty thanks to the fireplace, and the real cause is sitting next to me, his prick half-hard. In the minutes that I've been distracted drooling over his naked body, he's finished another item and is looking at me expectantly. I roll my eyes and smack an open-mouthed kiss on his mouth, and he looks like he is going to protest the chastity of it, but I have already pulled the next item to me.
Our kisses start moving south – mouth, neck (I nibble just a little at his pulse point and he arches toward me), nipples (he laves one of mine so voraciously that I can feel myself making a wet spot on the couch, but his hands are held properly behind his back), sternum, belly button, then thank Merlin we're done for the night.
As soon as the last piece of paper flies out the door, we lock it, cast our Silencing Charm, and fall back on the couch.
"That last piece of paperwork was mine, and I still haven't claimed my reward," I inform him smugly.
"Very well," he agrees, rising to his feet. "Rules no longer apply?"
"Rules no longer apply," I affirm, shivering at the sight of him, half-mast all night, giving a twitch of anticipation.
He nudges my knees apart and settles between my legs. "Then I can touch your gorgeous legs," he says, drawing my calf into his hand, extending my leg out, draping it over his shoulder.
"And I can kiss your knee," he adds, breathing a feather kiss inside my knee.
"And I can lick your thigh," dragging his tongue up from my knee, inside my thigh, toward my glistening core.
He stops, all of a sudden.
"Scorpius! Why did you stop?!"
"Rose, I need you to know that you can tell me to stop anytime."
"Bless Merlin and Morgana, you're every sex educator's wet dream," I grit out, "but now is not the time! Get on with it!"
"All in due time, Rosie," Scorpius continues his maddeningly slow ministrations up my other leg, and by the time he finally licks my clit with his flattened-out tongue, I am a quivering mass of anticipation.
I can do little more than lace my fingers through his hair as he works me to the heights of ecstasy, licking and sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, until I come with a shout of his name.
He's climbed onto the couch and is spooning me. This man is a gigantic cinnamon roll, but I can feel his prick nestled in my bum and his hips are twitching with poorly contained desire. With a great deal of effort, I lever myself up, and position myself between his legs, making the opposite trail of kisses, working my way down from his mouth, his chin, his neck, his nipples, all the while cupping his balls, squeezing his prick, until I'm presented with his quite frankly delectable dick, and I give its head a big sloppy lick.
He groans, his toes curl, and his head lifts slightly off the couch to watch me. He is enraptured, and I, who have never quite understood the allure of giving oral sex, am realizing that this is an act of submission on Scorpius' part. He's trusting me with his sanity for the next couple minutes, and never have I felt more powerful in my life.
He tastes a bit musky, a bit salty, but there's an echo of his family's cleaning charm. I lick him again, from balls to tip, and take him fully into my mouth. Dominique said to use my hands when I'm sucking him off, so I'm gently squeezing his balls, one of his hands has found its way to tangle in my hair, and when I press a finger at his arsehole, he grits out, "Fuck, Rose, I'm gonna come!"
After he finishes, I crawl up to cuddle with him again, and he draws me in for a kiss. I can taste myself, and I wonder if he can taste himself, but none of that matters because I love snogging Scorpius, I could do it all night.
Even with that realization, we go our separate ways for the night, still with the promise of next week.