A short lil' steamy & dreamy chapter for you guys.
If you didn't notice already, I changed the rating to M. I won't ever get explicit (Although- if you're into explicit, I've started a new story called Fervor that stars our favorite duo. You should check it out), but these kids are in love and in lust so there's going to be some -uh- passionate content for the remainder of the story. Hope that doesn't turn anyone away!
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In the fleeting, sweet-scented slumber she managed to acquire on that fateful, moonstruck evening, she dreamt of him. It seemed silly; with his deep sighs and long limbs wrapping her in closeness, their bodies curled up against one another beneath the heavy patchwork quilt of her childhood bed, but she dreamt of him.
She dreamt of his smile; glittering like late-afternoon sunlight. She dreamt of his hands; softly tracing wistful patterns on the skin of her forearm. She dreamt of his eyes; unfurling and unfolding in earnest; now fully able hope in the warm sunshine of their affection.
She did not deeply sleep. She was too bursting with feeling. Tremors of emotion kept thrilling through her; jolting her out of her indulgent dreaming. It was as if her mind had held all thought of him so tightly at bay, she could not calm the flooding of errant desire, now that they had allowed themselves the notion of fully having one another.
As the first trepidations of morning could be seen shining in through her small window, she felt herself shaken out of another sleeping menagerie. For a second, she feared the beautiful wanderings of her subconscious were all she could have of Scorpius Malfoy; that the evening they shared together was merely a dream, as well.
Then, she felt the weight of his arm dipping around her waist and dropping beside her; their hands absently clutched to one another. She heard the deep rumble of his chest; his breathing moving in rhythm with her own. She blinked; her eyes catching on the glint of the empty wine bottles…the uneaten cake…their outer garments strewn around the room haphazardly.
It was all real. She felt herself flush; the memory of the evening prior coming in like a rush. She had finally given in; finally jumped off the precipice. And he had jumped with her; hand in hand. It was exhilarating. And terrifying.
He let out a deep sigh behind her; his warm breath fluttering lightly at the base of her neck. Her eyes closed, allowing herself the space to remember their amorous exchange from only hours earlier. It had been breathtaking.
She had always thought of that particular aspect of him in a blatantly objective sense. She knew he was handsome. She'd have to be raving mad to deny that notion of reality. But his physicality, his visceral, animal nature; where tongues and limbs and sighs exchanged, she'd managed to keep at a deliberate distance.
She'd shake her head at the whisperings at school; at the gossiping machinations of the press; of the amorous admonitions from friends and family -mainly and most vocally, Louis. She'd shake her head and turn her thoughts to something less treacherous than the curve of his jaw; or the idea of their mingled bodies moving with one another in the throws of passion.
If she'd allowed herself to truly admonish just how attracted she was to him, they probably would have been waking up, barely clothed, wrapped in eachothers arms much, much sooner.
Neither one of them had set out to end the evening in mutual bliss. The cramped quarters of her twin bed did not provide the most romantic backdrop, and most would not consider the whispered volume necessary for the lateness of the hour and the unorthodox setting to be ideal.
But to them, it was wholly perfect.
As their kisses deepened and grasps tightened and words became nonsensical and far between; she found herself becoming grounded and earnest in her movements. Before; when he had swept her in romance on the beach in California, she had felt so caught up in feeling, she was losing herself.
Last night, when the urgency of exchange spoke of a hungering question between the new lovers; Rose found herself aware of each soft touch; of each searing kiss. She was not floating away. He was holding her to the earth; tying her to beautiful, blissful reality.
She could hardly settle her insides.
She had been reckless and superficial with lovers when she was young -if one could even call them 'lovers'. Purely physical, with little desire to know more of them than how quickly they could get her off. Even with Alan; her longest and most banal relationship, she was rarely partial to more than a quick shag. At times; that's all she truly kept him around for. She was not interested in deepening gazes or loving sighs. She did not have time for languid kisses and fingers threading through hairs.
But last night…
She would never forget the molten lust his eyes held, hovering above her. She would never forget how the lightest graze from his fingertips left her aflame; practically begging for more.
Another deep sigh from him awoke the warm electricity of recollection. They way they had kissed and clung to one another as fabric was removed and buttons came undone...
"So beautiful..." he had whispered; his gaze so helpless and so wanting.
She had been completely at a loss for words. Their hands had laced through one another's. Every kiss was languid, every stare was filled with a heavy rapture of feeling. She was going against every instinct she had; and she had never felt such indescribable longing.
When the penultimate moment came, and their aching, searing bodies met at the apex of mutual delight, Rose felt her heaving chest burst with triumph at the way his eyes closed; his face awash with powerless desire. She couldn't believe she had the power to elicit that type of response from the boy in question.
Her arrival was quick; almost embarrassingly so. She felt his lips turn to a wicked and reverential grin as his mouth captured her gasping pants; her body clinging to him as the soft currents of fire shot through her. Her vision was stars and Scorpius Malfoy. It was exquisite.
When she had opened her eyes, her form still ringing, he was reaching down; lifting her and shifting the two of them till they were upright; perched and fastened against the other. They moved together; her elbows propped against the muscled plane of his shoulders, his arms gripping tightly around her waist. A hand moved to softly work into her auburn curls; gently guiding their deliberate pace. There was something so deeply intimate and delicately moving about the positioning. When he came undone beneath her, he tenderly bit out her name; burying his face in the crook of her neck and clutching to her as if his life depended on it.
It was a sound sweeter than she could have imagined.
As they lay back down together; spent and giddy in the ultimate, infinite undoing, Rose felt a deep welling of emotion within her. She was surprised to feel moving pricks beneath her lids; the corners of which shifted with unforeseen tears.
"Sorry…" she sniffed, wiping at her eyes furiously "I'm- I just…"
He pulled her in, softly pressing his lips against her eyelids over and over again.
They spent the remainder of their waking moments whispering silent, soft exhilarations of what they had just done; of what the reality of the two of them meant. They caressed freely and lazily. The realization of how deeply happy she was made her soulful and scared at the same. She fell into slumber with the feeling of his fingers combing absently through her hair.
Then, the night turned; bringing them both fully into morning.
She moved to face him, carefully in the safe capture of his arms; an attempt to not wake him. She couldn't help but stare at his face. The pinks and yellows of the sunrise were glinting lightly off the golden hairs hanging over his eyes. She impulsively reached up; lightly pushing the strands away and resting her fingers tenderly at the base of his jaw.
It was hard to believe this was real. She was overwhelmed by just how much her body filled with feeling upon touching him. She was reminded of how often she had wanted to reach out; wanted the feel of his morning stubble against her palm. Now she could.
Her thumb traced his bottom lip; remembering how her teeth had not-so-tenderly tugged on that bit of flesh the night before.
Suddenly, the mouth she was outlining piqued at the corners; a soft chuckle coming from behind them.
"I'm never going to get any sleep if you keep doing that…", he whispered; the rugged pull of his drowsy voice causing a slight bumping in her heart.
"Mmm… Sorry-" she whispered; chuckling slightly. "I know you're not a morning person."
He smiled; his grasp shifting to pull her closer to him. She thought of all the mornings they had shared together; separated by sheets and beds and circumstance. How had she gone this long without waking in his possessive embrace?
He slowly opened his eyes. She watched as his gaze drank her in; eyes carving the small details of her morning countenance. He looked bleary and a little hesitant, as if he didn't quite believe what he saw in front of him. He looked like heaven.
"I've never had a morning like this.", he sighed, pressing his lips to the skin of her palm. They stayed like that for a moment; drinking each other in.
"I dreamt of you…", she whispered bashfully; spurred by the way his fingers were drowsily running rivets down her bare arms.
He chuckled; a faint warmth spreading across his cheeks. "I'm still not entirely convinced this isn't a dream…"
Her hands dropped; coming to rest against his chest. She could feel a heightened beating beneath the warm skin. It made her feel triumphant all over again.
"I feel so strange…", she gave; dropping her gaze from his.
"Good strange or bad strange?" He asked, his artful closeness halting momentarily.
She shook her head. "I just feel this- Lightness and this…"
She bit her lip, struggling to find the wistful words hovering between them.
"Contentment?", he supplied; smirking down at her. It was treacherous; how something as innocent as a knowing smile could be so downright...sexy.
She laughed, moving herself closer to him. "I feel like I could do anything-"
He moved too; his arms pulling her flush against him. She inhaled; relishing in the closeness of his scent.
"What time is it?" Came a muffled question. He was buried in her hair.
She sighed; looking out at the light rays pushing through the window "Too early..."
His fingers danced behind her; trailing at the base of the fabric she had thrown over herself the night before.
"You're wearing my shirt", he growled. She could hear a possessive smile beneath the sentiment,
"Oh, I'm sorry…", she whispered coyly; her fingers threading through the soft hairs at the base of his neck. "Do you want me to take it off..?"
She felt his body give momentarily; his mouth perching against the base of her neck. The motion held the same powerless defeat she saw in him as he moved above her the evening prior. It made her feel dizzy with awe.
"Merlin...I-", he breathed out; his hand moving beneath the fabric to skim the skin of her back. "This is real, right?"
She smiled; tentatively moving her bare leg to hook over him, bringing them closer. "I hope so…"
"Last night was…" He trailed off; bringing his eyes to meet hers.
She matched his look of reverence; shaking her head and drawing a deep sigh.
"Last night was…"
Indescribable, uncontainable, harmonious, magnificent, awe-inspiring, penultimate, perfect…
She could not find the words. She settled on lifting her face to meet his and pressing a tentative, wistful kiss to his lips. He responded; capturing her face in his hands and leaning into her.
"Merlin…" He groaned, in between kisses; as if the action alone was enough to undo him.
"-Should have…", she sighed back; meeting his ardent mouth "...done this…so long ago…"
"You're bloody telling me…" He shook his head; his lips quirking at the corners. "I should have kissed you the night of the party…"
Her brow arched, "When I was drugged?"
"When we were both drugged." He grinned, wickedly leaning in for another lingering kiss.
She giggled -actually giggled; wrapping her arms around his neck. She still had a hard time fathoming how quickly they had melted into the feel of each others bodies. It was as if they had spent years nestled in the safe crooks of necks and arms; instead of one solitary evening.
"Apparently…" he continued; smirking down at her, "I look great in a suit. Did you think I looked great that evening?"
She muffled a groan; aware of the early hour and the thin walls of the home the two of them were occupying.
"Fuck off…", she whispered; biting her lip to hold back a smile. "You know you looked-"
"-You looked unreal. Aside from the magic, Rose…" he sighed, kissing her again. "I wish you could have seen you the way I saw you… -Would have done unspeakable things to you against that piano-"
"-Scorpius Malfoy!" She cried; flushing from head to toe. His sentiment brought a heady rush of memory from the party in question. How exquisite would it be if timelines could be so altered…
"Hmm?", he bruised; still coyly hovering above her. "What a sight our dear Mina would have seen."
Rose laughed; causing a jovial Scorpius to place a teasing thumb over her mouth.
"Shh…" he chastised; raising a brow. "You'll wake the whole house…"
Rose rolled her eyes, ignoring the flare of heat rushing through her at his bold action. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
His gaze deepened, "I would… I want to scream it from the rooftops- Rose Weasley loves me… And I-"
He stopped; his eyes catching her faltering grin.
"...We can't.", she stammered; thinking of the drastic implication that would follow their romantic attachment. It would change everything. "With the contract and Mina and Albus and-"
"I know, I know…", he soothed lowering his stance. He was sensing her quick descent into panic. "Let's not spoil this…"
His gaze moved between the two of them. They were silent for a spell; Rose tremoring slightly with the unspoken question that stilted between their beating hearts. In the hazy, sleepy morning haven she did not have to think about what loving him would mean for their lives. Outside of these walls; all of it would come crashing down on them. When would be the right time? Would there ever be a right time?
She placed a guilty hand on his cheek; hoping to fess a small measure of apology at their unfortunate circumstances. She watched him fracture and repair, just as he always did. The slight sadness from behind his eyes was gone in an instant.
His brow quirked, moving his mouth towards hers. "I'll just leak suggestive photos to the Daily Prophet-"
She gasped; a smile alighting her face at his jest "Scorpius-"
Her hands reached out to lightly chastise; but he was too quick; catching her wrists and leaning into her further. She cackled; refusing to let him get the upper hand. She maneuvered out from under; saddling both knees on either side of him and pinning him in place.
"-Golden Girl bags the White Knight.", he laughed; his hands sliding up to meet the thin fabric of her sleep shirt. She warmed instantly. "Classist Grandfather Rolling In His Grave."
She laughed as well; covering her face with her hands and sighing. When she pulled them away, he was looking at her with a strange, searching expression.
She flushed, She felt, all of a sudden, as if she was under a microscope; a beautiful, sinful microscope. "What..?"
He inhaled; bringing a hand up to grab onto her dangling fingers.
"I'm just remembering this…", he gave; a subtle seriousness beneath his tone. "Before life-"
He stopped; unable to form the words. She nodded; her interior humming with sentiment and trepidation. He sensed it; giving her a gentle smile.
"I must have thought of this...", His hands absently circled the legs currently straddling him; his smile turning from gentle to something more wanting. "A thousand times. How it would be... How you would look...How I would feel…"
She flushed again; the feeling heightened by his calloused fingertips lazily taking ownership of her bare thighs. "How do we measure against your expectations?"
The grinned turned from wanting, to downright devious. "Incomparable, Rose…"
"I like it when you say my name…", she whispered; leaning in hungrily. That wicked smile was truly a sight that would prove to be her ultimate undoing...
"I like it when you say my name.", he teased; reaching out to draw in her encroaching form. He was referencing the exploding ecstasy he had caused in her the night before; where her mouth rolled over the syllables of his given name over and over again.
She rolled her eyes; aware of a blistering heat that was beginning to take ahold of the two of them. "Stop…"
Merlin's beard, they were in trouble. It was too easy, too intoxicating. A look from him was enough to make her forget everything and lay into his blissful embrace for eternity. He kissed her lips softly; grabbing the back of her head and bringing her into him. She was not proud of the sound that escaped from her.
He was, however; his mouth parting with a roguish smile.
"Rose…", He almost whined; regretfully detaching their lips so he could look her in the eyes. "I should probably go downstairs and pretend I've been sleeping on the couch your mother so graciously made up for me…"
She made an incomprehensible noise of complaint; her body going slack against his.
"Because otherwise…", he laughed; catching her face in his hands "The whole house is going to rise soon and realize I've been camped in your bedroom since last night."
Her bottom lip protruded; eliciting another hearty chuckle from the boy beneath her.
"Are you pouting?" He cried; his eyes dancing.
"You're right…" She sighed, hoping to maintain a small shred of dignity. She fell back on the bed; sorrowfully retracting her legs from his torso and laying next to him in the cramped twin mattress. "Although- You don't think my mum already knows?"
"She absolutely knows.", he nodded, turning to her with a smirk. "She caught me staring too many times to not have some inkling…"
Her body ignited with feeling, relishing in the sweet indulgences of new love. He would slip things out like that; it made her feel giddy and overwhelmed all at once. It made her long for a simpler time; wishing she could have seen all the times where he had been staring, had been longing, had been seeking. She wished she could have stared back; bringing the space between them to a definite close.
"If you leave, that means real life starts…" She said with trepidation; her eyes holding traces of a deeper fear she was trying to keep at bay. She found her hand reaching out to rest against his cheek.
She was finding she loved the way her hand fit there; the tips of her fingers trailing the place where his jawbone met the delicate skin of his neck, her thumb brushing just below the hollows of his eyes. It felt safe and warm.
"I know….", He sighed, bringing his hand to meet hers. And he did know. She could see the resolve behind his eyes.
"Today is going to be really hard…", she said softly; her mind flashing to the evening prior. Her aunt's tears and grandfather's cries came rushing back in. It was all her mind could focus on; knowing that the remainder of the day would only be ten times worse.
"I know.", He repeated, brushing a stray hair from her face.
"My family…"
"They may surprise you." He sighed, giving her a soft smile. "Give them a little credit…"
She bit her lip. "You'll help with Al?"
"I'll do whatever you tell me to...", he breathed; a devious glint returning.
"Don't leave?", she pleaded softly; unable to bear the thought of her room without his warm, comforting presence. Merlin, merlin merlin she was in so much trouble.
Scorpius shook his head with disbelief, "I can't believe I'm willingly extracting myself from a bed you're begging me to stay in…"
"Ten more seconds….", she sighed; closing her eyes and protruding her bottom lip in added affect.
She felt his lips on hers; a deep sigh leaving him.
"Ten...nine...eight" He mused between kisses.
He did not leave after ten seconds. It took closer to ten minutes to finally close her bedroom door and listen to his tentative footsteps creak down the stairs. It filled her with indescribable longing. She felt completely out of her mind. As she sank back into her bed, her eyes fixated on the glowing stars above, she felt the stark absence of his presence.
Though they had just begun on this treacherous, glorious adventure; she craved his touch, his smell, his...everything. She was so beyond gone, it was incomprehensible. She felt stir-crazy and messy and reckless and soulful. She felt microscopic and enormous all at once. She felt seventeen all over again. She felt like the future was so deliciously possible, she could taste it. And she wanted him right by her side. In all of it. Merlin, she was in love. She was in love.
And, to be honest, she'd never felt more alive.
Awwwwww ! Did you love it? They're so in love I can't handle it.
Here's the playlist (All my favorite sentimental luvvvv songs) :
Lovers' Carvings - Bibio
Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac
From The Morning - Nick Drake
Plastic Soul - Mondo Cozmo
Contrast - Davis John Patton
Till There Was You - JJ Heller
Strawberry Blond - Mitski
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