Smut for smut's sake.
The crack of dawn finds Rose prowling her apartment. She hasn't slept, though not for lack of trying. Today's the day! After months of flirting via telephone and text message, and (un)-subtle asking when Scorpius will come to visit her, he's finally coming!
And what's been keeping her up? Her subconscious keeps dredging up memories of their conversations, both noteworthy and otherwise. The time right after his birthday when they talked about their respective dreams for starting a family, and that moment when they realized how compatible their goals were. The times when Drunk Rose cold called Scorpius at stupid hours of night and his patience with making sure she got home safe. The time they fought and didn't speak for months. All of the failed relationships on both of their parts that they supported each other through.
This is it. The be-all-end-all. They have one week to confess the feelings they've been dancing around for so very long, and finally start working toward that happily ever after. If nothing romantic happens on this visit, then Rose will have to resort to something drastic.
He's flying in on a red-eye which is meant to land in an hour, so thankfully it's paid off for her to be awake so early. She's already assembled (what she hopes is) an appropriate greeting outfit: her sexiest matching underpants and bra, a simple but tight-fitting black turtleneck, jeans cut perfectly to show off her legs and hard-won ass, and a huge flannel to cover it all up. (It never hurts to be prepared, and besides, if he never sees it, it's still a confidence boost for her. Don't ask how the psychology works, but it's true.) Hair, tamed as much as possible. A touch of face make-up to hide that she hasn't slept, but nothing too garish.
And then she's waiting by the baggage carousel, and he's walking toward her, and her heart skips a beat and launches into her throat, because he looks deliciously rumpled from traveling, but whatever, forget about that for now, the look on his face and how he only has eyes for her.
But since this isn't a romance movie, there's no slow-motion montage of them running toward each other and leaping into the other's arms and sharing a passionate kiss while the rest of the passengers burst into song and dance. Instead, someone walks across their line of sight. Then a second. Someone trips on Scorpius' carry-on. And then he has to maneuver around a group of tourists.
Eventually (in reality, it's only been a handful of seconds), he's standing in front of Rose. And Rose is standing in front of him. And he's looking at her with such an intensity that Rose bursts into tears and buries her face in the front of his shirt. Bewildered, he wraps his arms around her, rests his chin on the top of her head, strokes her back and whispers soothing words as her sobs decrease in frequency.
"Rose, what's wrong?"
Muffled mumbles into his shirt, accompanied by shaking her head.
He presses on her shoulder and separates her face from his (damp) shoulder. "Nothing's wrong? Then why are you crying?"
Rose matches the intensity of her gaze with a smile. "I'm just so happy to see you!"
Something clicks, and Scorpius reaches to cup her chin simultaneously as Rose pushes up on her toes into the most perfect first kiss, their world narrowing to this one corner of a busy airplane terminal, surrounded by frazzled travelers and stale airplane air.
It ends much too soon, but they don't separate far, just to rest their foreheads against the other, gazing deeply into the other's eyes, not needing anything but to share the moment together.
"Gods, you have no idea how long I've waited to do that."
"Glad we're on the same page."
"Want to get out of here?"
"You read my mind."
Rose thanks all the gods thrice over that she doesn't have roommates, because the instant Scorpius steps over her threshold, he has her pressed up against the wall and is snogging the living daylights out of her. Not that she minds – he's hoisted her up, and she's wrapped her legs around his hips, and they both know where this is going. He's rolling his hips into hers with every kiss, with every pass of his tongue, and she's meeting Scorpius Jr. with a growing damp patch in her jeans.
With the fraction of lucidity that she's managed to hang onto, she realizes that her hands aren't necessary to hold herself up, so she busies herself with undoing his belt. It's not until her hot little hand slips under the waistband of his boxer briefs to grasp his velvety length that he separates his mouth from hers.
"Where?" he rasps.
Rose says nothing, but wriggles out of his grasp and falls to her knees in front of Scorpius. She gives his pants a tug, and the entire ensemble falls onto her floor. But she has no time to admire it before she licks a glistening drop of precome off his tip, earning her a gasp and an involuntary tug on her hair. And slowly, very slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time, Rose swallows the entirety of Scorpius' cock. But she doesn't get much time to administer to Scorpius Jr. before he pulls out with a strangled gasp, and a face wrenched with effort.
He reaches out a hand to help her to her feet, saying, "No… not yet. I want to come with you."
Their tongues tangle together again while Scorpius reaches between her legs and discovers that she's soaked through her jeans. She feels him smirk, but it doesn't take long before he's undone her jeans and they're on the floor too. He runs a finger slowly outside of her panties and she rolls her hips against the light pressure with a whine.
With immense effort, she steps away from him, pouting. "Gods, Scorpius, you fucking tease!"
He sweeps her back up into his arms and her legs have involuntarily gone around his hips again but this time there's much less material between them and she can feel the brush of his erection against her pussy lips.
"Bed," she manages, pointing to a door on the left. "Go."
He laughs. "So bossy!"
They manage to fall into bed eventually, Scorpius pressing Rose up against the wall and alternately fingering her or kissing her every two steps and she's so fucking close that when Scorpius finally lowers his mouth to her pussy that it only takes a brief suck on her clit and the swipe of one finger before she's coming harder than she's ever come in her life.
Several minutes of lying bonelessly while Scorpius is casting aside her shirt and bra and she's lazily stroking his still-pressing erection, and she casts one arm out for the package of condoms that she's scattered around the house in hopes of just this happening. Upon finding one, she moves lightning fast and pushes him into a sitting position, and unrolls the condom down his shaft, and has him positioned at her entrance.
Something hits Rose in that moment, and she says, "There's no going back from here… We can never just be friends again."
"Babe, we crossed that line at the airport," Scorpius manages with a laugh. "Besides, there was never a minute in the last eight years when I was happy with being just friends with you."
With that proclamation, Rose kisses him again, and in the same motion, sinks slowly down, her pussy engulfing Scorpius' entire member like they were made to fit each other. From there, it descends into a symphony of sounds and feeling.
Rose throwing her head back as she bounces on Scorpius' cock.
Scorpius gazing reverently at Rose's jiggling boobs, before he leans forward to lap at one nipple and palm her other breast and tweak and pull the nipple.
Rose leaving scratches down his chest.
Scorpius gritting his teeth in concentration, trying to not come before her.
Rose reaching to where they are joined to rub at her clit, pushing herself over the edge into another screaming orgasm, vocabulary reduced to, "Fuck, Scorpius!"
Scorpius' thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels her pussy walls contracting, milking his cock for all he's worth.
Their mixed juices trailing down their legs as they lie, still joined, Scorpius flaccid cock still buried inside Rose.
Meeting each other's eyes with the knowledge that all plans for the next week are scrapped in favor of sex.
A/N: There was a conversational chapter planned, but since the IRL inspiration has fallen to shit... well, don't hold your breath.