Mint Chocolate Chip
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned,, I am making no money from this, and any coincidence with real life is purely coincidental. This work may contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (mentions of sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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They went into the busy pub and Lily ran a slightly nervous hand through her hair. Her ex had come here often, actually met the woman he'd been fucking for the last three months of their relationship at this very bar, and the redhead hoped she wouldn't bump into him.
"What are you drinking?" Scorpius asked when they got to the bar along the back wall.
"Whiskey sour," she said, climbing up onto a bar stool. He arched a brow. "I don't like those pussy women drinks that are pink and red and taste like fake strawberries."
He smirked and then his dark grey eyes dropped to her chest. "I like this dress," he replied, and flicked a hard nipple and she blushed. The bartender sidled over and he ordered. Whiskey sour for her, a double scotch, neat, for him.
Lily sipped her drink when it arrived. "This is good. I forgot this place employs real bartenders," she murmured.
"What, you teaching types don't let your hair down every now and then?" he asked, leaning against the bar in the space between her seat and the next one. Lily was very conscious of his proximity and how good he smelled.
"Not so much during the school year," she said easily. "Osmosis of the Catholic guilt, I suppose." His eyes darkened a little.
"A Catholic school teacher? Babe, that's probably the best job description I've heard in awhile." She rolled her eyes, taking another drink, but smirked. "Do you wear the uniform?"
"Only on special occasions," she teased. "And usually not at school."
"Lily, I almost didn't recognize you," said a familiar voice behind her and the redhead felt her mood blackening and temper flaring. Scorpius arched a brow at her.
Lily turned and forced an icy smile for her ex. "Too bad for me, then," she replied, and pointedly looked around her ex-boyfriend of three years. "Where's Monique? That was her name, right?"
Matt frowned at her, dark brows drawing together over his soft brown eyes. "It didn't work out between us," he said stiffly.
Lily lifted her brows and took a long pull off her drink. She hadn't seen her ex in almost four months, and the last time hadn't ended well. He'd apologized for being a lying, cheating bastard and she'd flipped out. "Shitty. Maybe you should've lied to her face, that worked on me, right?"
Matthew Dawson frowned again, then glanced at Scorpius. "Who's your friend?"
Lily smiled. "Oh, we're not friends," she said easily, uncrossing and crossing her legs the other way.
"Ouch, babe," Scorpius said, clearly amused when she glanced at him. His dark grey eyes flicked to Matt pointedly for a second.
"What? We're not. Oh, look at that, I'm being rude," she said. "Matt, Scorpius. Scorpius, Matt." Lily looked back at Scorpius, who shook Matt's hand.
"So how do you know Lily?" Matt asked. "Since you're apparently not friends."
"We're sleeping together," Scorpius replied, taking a drink. Lily snorted a laugh at her ex-boyfriend's expression. "Which I think does make us sort of friends. At least the kind with benefits."
"Mmm," Lily hedged, taking a drink. "I think the proper phrase is fuck buddy."
"And buddies aren't friends?" he countered. Lily laughed and then her phone rang with perfect timing.
"Hold that thought," she said, pulling it out. "You two compare notes or whatever awkward shit is supposed to happen if you meet. Matt, I'd say it was nice seeing you, but that would be a lie. Excuse me." She took another drink, slid off her stool and moved down the bar. "Hey," she said to Rose.
"Do I need to call back at nine-thirty?" Rose asked in a hushed voice.
"Probably not. But I have lots of fun goodies to share. Breakfast tomorrow?"
"You bet! Have fun tonight." Lily glanced back at Scorpius, who was regarding her ex with a raised eyebrow and highly amused eyes.
"I will," she said, meaning it, and disconnected. "Sorry," she murmured, coming back over. "Oh, you're still here," she said to Matt, who looked pissed. "Huh, well this is awkward as fuck."
"I see you still curse like a sailor," Matt said with a frown.
"She does. It's kind of hot," Scorpius murmured. "And not to be a prick, but you're kind of interrupting our first date."
"He can't help it," Lily said to Matt. "He's a massive prick most of the time. But he's right, you are interrupting." She looked back at Scorpius. "Wait, this isn't our first date."
He smirked. "It's not? I don't think the beach counts."
"Well, best of luck I suppose, Lily," Matt said. "Sorry how things worked out between us."
Lily knocked back the last of her drink. "Well, that makes one of us. I for one am no longer sorry. You're a tool and I deserve better. Goodbye." She pointedly turned back to Scorpius. "So how does the beach not count?"
"Your ex is a douchebag," Scorpius said, grinning crookedly.
"I know," Lily sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry about that."
"No worries. Does that make me the rebound, then? And the beach doesn't count because I was just replacing the ice cream you attacked me with and preventing you from driving home intoxicated."
"I guess you are the rebound, but I prefer to think of it as the upgrade. And fair enough. Although I don't think this counts as a date either, because you're just trying to get me tipsy enough that I'll go home with you again."
"Damn, and here I was thinking I was being so clever about it." Scorpius drank some more of his scotch. "So how long did you date the douchebag?"
Lily shrugged, cheeks going pink. "Too long. A little over three years. Or, well, I suppose a little less than three years. He was fucking Monique on the side for the last few months, including our third anniversary." Scorpius waved the bartender back over.
"Another whiskey sour for the lady."
"Make it a double," she added. "Anyway, that was a very good learning experience on the whole."
"I figured it must've been awhile. He actually had the nerve to apologize to me for you taking a phone call and your 'potty mouth'." Lily frowned, brows drawing together. "Fuck, that's sexy," he rumbled.
"What else did the fucker say?"
"He asked how I really knew you. I don't think he believes the fuck buddies bit."
Lily glared at the crowd of other patrons in what she hoped was her ex's direction. "What a fucking prick."
"I know, it wasn't even a lie." Lily's eyes narrowed a little. "You're making it hard to maintain that two drink minimum you've imposed before I sweet talk you into bed, babe." Lily smirked.
"I bet. I'm pretty good at making things hard," she added coyly as her drink arrived and the bartender shot her a glance and a smile. She sipped her drink and puckered a little. "Whoa, tip that bartender good," she murmured. "He's got skills. This is perfect."
Scorpius smirked. "Your ex wants you back, you know," he murmured. Lily blinked then laughed.
"Yeah, like people with killer bees want them back, I bet." She laughed some more. "No, we weren't a good fit. He likes the teacher version of me. You know," she said, rolling her eyes as he grinned lasciviously, "the quiet, bookish type. He was always going on about being more refined and shit, and cutting back on the swearing, but seriously, when you have to hold it in five days a week, eight hours a day, you gotta let it out sometimes."
"Babe, you are the opposite of quiet and bookish. Well, of quiet anyway."
"I'm too much of a bleeding heart Liberal to be bookish," she replied. "But yeah, it obviously didn't work out. I can pretend to be cool and classy for school, because they pay me, but I couldn't do it all the time."
"Lucky for me." Scorpius regarded her for a moment. "So is that why you come across as a bitch? Because your ex is a douchebag on top of being a damn fool and, presumably, was then too?"
Lily glared at him now. "Nope, the bitch is all natural. Focus, Malfoy, you're supposed to be a good listener. I just said I only hold it in at school."
He grinned. "Good," he said simply, then leaned down and kissed her, one hand cupping her face. And as his lips roved over hers, his tongue sneaking to her mouth and jacking her heart rate up, his hand dragged down her neck, fisting on the neckline of her dress.
"You still don't get a gold star, even if you're a great kisser," she breathed when he pulled away.
"I can wait for the gold star," he said easily. "Refraining from ripping this very lovely piece of fabric off of you is getting more difficult by the moment, however."
"You can't rip this, it's my cousin Rose's, and she'll beat you up." Scorpius smirked. "You laugh now. Rip the dress and find out when you wake up in the hospital how funny it is. She's little, but she makes my punches look like an octogenarian's."
"Is she a feisty redhead too?"
"No, she has auburn hair. And she's wicked smart, so she could also probably get away with murder. Just saying."
Scorpius chuckled and Lily felt her nipples get hard and her panties get damp. "Well if she doesn't get away with it, it's a good thing you know a really good criminal defense attorney, isn't it?"
Lily shrugged and sipped her drink. "Unless he's the one dead. That would suck for her."
They passed another relatively companionable half hour finishing drinks, arguing over whether it was the first or second date some more, and the merits of being loaded versus having summers off, which Lily pointed out she didn't really have because she wasn't loaded. "Would you like another drink, or am I sufficiently charming enough after two and a half?" Scorpius murmured, twirling a hank of her hair around one finger distractingly, then letting it fall away.
"I think we're good," Lily said, smirking. "I'm going to run to the ladies' room, powder my nose or whatever the polite term is, and you can settle up."
Lily frowned at her hair as she washed her hands after peeing. It was out of fucking control. She smiled a little at that. When she got back to the bar, Scorpius was waiting, looking like a living breathing magazine ad for Armani, and felt a hot gush of arousal pour through her that was heavily fueled by two and a half whiskey sours. He half smiled when he saw her and when she drew up to him, he leaned in and dipped his head to kiss her, and it was hot and erotic, a promise of what was to come, and Lily groaned. She gripped his shoulders and arched into him as his tongue slid into her mouth and one of his hands squeezed her ass. "Your place or mine?" he murmured.
"I'm closer," she replied, nipples rock hard, breathing uneven after that kiss.
"Excellent. I've been replaying the hot and sweaty all day."
She grinned. "You forgot nasty," she murmured.
"And nasty. I tried not to think about the nasty too much, because the suit makes having a hard on kind of obvious." His eyes darted up to look behind her. "Don't look, douchebag at six o'clock."
"Give him the finger," Lily said in a growl.
Scorpius half smiled, unbearably sexy to the redhead. "I've got better than that, babe," he rumbled, and grabbed her ass firmly, in both hands, and pulled her flush to his front, mouth covering hers again and Lily lifted onto her toes, groaning into his mouth, and looped her arms around his neck, half forgetting they were still in public. When Scorpius broke away, she bit her lip. "Let's go. I started thinking about the nasty, and I'm still in the suit."
Lily was naked within thirty seconds of her door closing behind her. Scorpius grunted, tossing his suit jacket aside, his tie in the next breath and started on his shirt buttons. Lily stepped forward and undid his belt with sure, eager hands. "Don't take this the wrong way, the suit looks good, but stop wearing suits goddamn it," Lily breathed, running her hands greedily over him as his shirt hit floor, then his pants a moment later.
Scorpius pulled her up against himself by the ass again, kissing her ravenously, then turned and pressed her up against her front door. Lily's eyes went wide as he broke away, shucked his boxer briefs and fitted himself with protection. "Let me save some time then," he rumbled with a smirk, and kissed her again. She moaned as he filled her, arching into him, legs going around his hips, arms clutching his shoulders.
He groaned. "Fuck, babe." He slowly withdrew then slammed home again and she moaned again. "Every time feels like the first time," he rasped against her ear, withdrawing slowly, enjoying her whimper and wriggle.
"Fuck, more, please," she whispered. And as he pushed home again, setting a hard, fast, unrelenting pace, Scorpius tried to memorize the feel of her, every perfect erotic noise of pure bliss she made, and tried hardest of all to stave off the urge to come to hear her cry out his name. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, Scorpius!" she moaned, and then he covered her mouth with his own as she came around him with shuddering, convulsive force. After a half dozen thundering heartbeats his thrusts became wild and unrestrained and the blond gripped her soft, pliant body harder, finally breaking from her mouth as they both gasped.
And when he came, he growled her name, right against her ear, feeling her soft wet heat squeezing him deliciously. Scorpius buried his face in her neck, drinking in the hot air that tasted like her and her perfume and the hot tang of sex, trying to catch his breath. "Jesus fucking Christ, babe," he rumbled. "How do you keep getting hotter?"
She bit her lower lip, her face flushed, chest heaving. "It's my apartment," she said in a gravelly voice. "I told you, no AC. It gets hot as fuck in here." He withdrew and she made to stand.
"No," he murmured, pulling back and taking her with him, walking them slowly back to her bedroom. Lily tried to be as light as possible. He set her on her bed and joined her after discarding the used prophylactic. "It's you, babe. You get me so fucking hot and I can't explain it."
Lily was acquainted with that feeling. "No," she murmured, more to herself. "It's the lack of air conditioning. It plays tricks on the mind."
Scorpius groaned, rolling atop her and down, suckling a nipple and her hands roved over his back and shoulders, nails biting in when he nipped her. "Fuck, it has to be you," he murmured, kissing her ribs. He pulled back and looked at her and she smirked. "This is probably shitty timing," he rumbled, then dipped his head and placed a very hot open mouthed kiss to the little hollow beneath her sternum. "But I want you to know…" Lily gulped, opening her mouth to tell him to please not ruin the moment with heartfelt bullshit she wouldn't and couldn't reciprocate. "I have to go out of town until very late Friday or very early Saturday, depending when the flight gets in."
Lily let that sink in for a moment, almost laughing at herself. Heartfelt bullshit from Scorpius? Yeah right. Her first instinct was to ask where he was going, but she quelled that. It would only be her business if they were dating, which they certainly weren't. "Okay," she said instead. "Um, have fun?"
Scorpius looked at her, then grinned. "Do you want to meet me at the beach on Saturday?" His blond head dipped again and he nipped playfully at her belly button, making her arch.
"Are you asking me to teach you how to catch a football?" she breathed, then her hands went into his hair as he licked up her hip.
"If you want. Or at least you can yell at the fucker who threw the ball at you last time." She frowned and he smirked. "But you'll have to play nice, babe. Not all of us males are such suckers for punishment as me." Lily realized he was, essentially, asking her to meet his friends. No, no, no, that is what couples do!
"Can I bring my cousin Rose?" she murmured, then sucked in her breath sharply as he bit the sensitive flesh just inside her other hip, then licked it.
"As long as you can guarantee there won't be any attempted murders, bring whoever you like, babe; just don't say no." His hands moved over her even as she spread her legs for him and she groaned. "So?"
"Sure," she murmured against her better judgement.
"Excellent," he rumbled, then parted her slick folds with his tongue and watched her arch, her entire body rolling and groaned again even as his tongue swirled over her clit and back. And as he tongued her into a swift completion Scorpius wasn't looking forward to getting on a plane at seven thirty the next morning. Instead he wanted to wake up in Lily's bed with her, kiss her everywhere and then make her scream his name like he just had.
"So what does this mean?" Lily murmured an hour later, after a thoroughly satisfying round two.
"What does what mean?" Scorpius replied, arching a brow. Lily sat up and the blond had to restrain himself from tasting and touching her again.
"Meeting your shitty football player friends." He smirked a little at that. "What does that mean?" She gathered up her glorious mane of dark red waves and twisted it into a bun atop her head.
Scorpius shrugged, watching her stab a long chopstick into her bun to hold it in place. "It doesn't have to mean anything. But if I ditch, it will mean having to listen to a lot of bitching and moaning about bros before hoes." She shot him a dirty look at that and he half smiled. "Figuratively speaking of course. But if I bring you, it will exempt me from the bitching and moaning." Scorpius reached out and flicked a nipple, cupping the weight of her breast gently. "And I'll buy you ice cream."
She frowned. "Are your friends single?" she asked. He lifted both brows. "Not for me, prick. For Rose. She's a maneater, but they usually don't mind being chewed up and spit out a few weeks later. She can be nice if it suits her." Lily looked down, tugging at a stray strand of hair, then slanted her gaze back up at him as he sat up.
"She can take her pick." He regarded her for a moment. "And it really doesn't have to mean anything if you meet three meatheads who will probably stare at your tits more than I will."
"If you insist," she said, smiling. "I'll be there with Rose. Tell the meatheads to use their manners." She kissed him. "Now I'm going to kick you out. I'd invite you to shower with me, but there's not even enough hot water for me half the time."
Scorpius arched a blond brow. "Cruel, babe. Would you like me to call you when I'm away?" She shrugged, getting out of bed.
"If you want," she said blandly, then glanced back at him. "I was serious about kicking you out, though. Sorry."
Scorpius got up and moved toward her. "You're mean," he rumbled, and pulled the chopstick from her hair. She glared, reaching for the chopstick again, but he tossed it over his shoulder, tangling his fingers in her waves again. "I might need your number to call you, babe."
She smirked a little. "You should know by now, Malfoy, you need to ask for what you want with me."
"Can I have your number?" he murmured, smoothing his hands around her waist, kissing her neck teasingly, then suckled the sensitive patch just below her ear.
"Sure," Lily breathed, arching into him despite herself, then pushed him back. "You're distracting. You're supposed to be leaving. I'm sweaty and sticky, which is mostly your fault, and I need to shower."
He grinned. "I'm not leaving without your number, babe." He leaned into her personal space again and added in a husky deep whisper against her ear, "And your bag is still in my fucking Jag."
She shivered. "Fine, then you can stay for the shower," she murmured, smoothing her hands over his torso and chest. "Then when you bring my bag up, you can have my number."
It was almost midnight by the time Lily closed and locked the door behind Scorpius, and she yawned, picking up her cell to call Rose. "Hey girl, it's awful late y'know."
Lily snorted. "Yeah, well, I have juicy details and an offer I know you won't want to turn down."
"Ooh, details first."
"So we went to Waverly's for drinks," Lily said. She could hear Rose's brows going up. "And before you ask the obvious, yes and I know. Fuck face was there, too. He popped up just before you called."
"Awkward!" Rose said.
"Oh yeah. But it was great. You should've seen his face when Scorpius told him we were sleeping together."
"Hmm, I bet that went over great." Lily smiled.
"Oh yeah, fuck face was shocked. Anyway, he actually tried to apologize for me taking your call and having a potty mouth to Scorpius, which is like the height of being an arrogant fucker, if you ask me. And then we told him to go away. I think I might like him after all, y'know."
"Not fuck face?" Rose said.
"Obviously. No, Scorpius. He called Matt a douchebag and then, when we were leaving, I guess Matt saw us, so he did the caveman grab. It was great." Lily tucked her phone between ear and shoulder and stripped her bed, tossing a clean sheet on. "And then we came back here and finished what the caveman grab started."
"Do I get any of those details?" Rose asked slyly, then chuckled as Lily blushed. "I can hear you blushing, it's fucking hilarious. But seriously, I want one tiny juicy detail. I've been in a dry spell for way too long."
The redhead grinned. "Fine." She felt her face going beet red as she climbed into bed. Her pillow still smelled like Scorpius's cologne. "You know how I mentioned before how when he talks, it's hard not to punch him?" Rose made a noise of agreement. "When he puts his mouth to other uses, it totally makes up for that and then some."
She laughed at the silence from Rose's end. "Fuck," her cousin sighed. "I'm actually a little jealous. I need to find a man."
"Which reminds me, what are you doing Saturday?"
"Nothing yet, why?"
"Do you want to come with me to meet Scorpius's friends? Apparently they play football on the beach, so they'll probably be shirtless, and hopefully as hot as Scorpius, and they're definitely single."
Lily waited for Rose to answer. "Um, not to rain on the hot, shirtless man parade, but you're meeting his friends?" The redhead frowned. "Isn't that kind of something that happens when you go from the fuck buddy to the girlfriend?"
"This is the exception to that rule," she said firmly. "It's more like I'm going so they don't moan about being ditched. But I don't want to go by myself. Are you coming with, or not?"
"Oh, you had me at shirtless and single," Rose said. "And I get to see for myself your not-boyfriend."
"Rose! He's not! We're just fucking around. Summer fling and all that."
Rose snorted. "Whatever you say, girl. But I'll be there. Ooh, and now I have an excuse to wear my new bikini! Score. Call me before you come get me on Saturday."
"You got it. Okay, I'm gonna crash. Breakfast tomorrow still?"
"Only if I get more dirty details about Scorpius the not-boyfriend and his skills in bed." Lily rolled her eyes. "Ah, fuck, I'll come anyway. See you, gorgeous."
"Night, you pretty pervert."
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