They didn't name a seventh sin after lust just because
Scorpius caught her a moment before she landed in her own vomit. Great, he thought, just great. He debated for a moment about leaving her there, but she was vulnerable and even though he hated her, he wasn't that cruel.
"Damn it." He swore. She didn't mention where she lived so she'd have to come home with him. It's a good thing she was passed out or the side appariate would have made her blow chunks for sure.
Boy, did she smell, Scorpius thought as he slipped out of his gross shoes. She had some remains on her dress and shoes as well. She was not going to ruin his couch with that; and she wasn't waking up anytime soon. So, Scorpius gritted his teeth and undressed her.
First he took off her shoes. It was easy enough, but when he started to bring the zipper down her unconscious body, he started to worry. He really should have thought this through he told himself. As the ruin dress slip gracefully to the floor, Scorpius choked.
Good God, Scorpius thought, looking to the ceiling and begging for mercy. Rose Weasley wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were on perfect display for him. She was fucking passed out and he was getting a hard-on. He quickly dropped her on the couch and walked back to his room, limped was more like it, and grabbed a shirt for her to wear, swearing the whole time.
When he came back, he nearly had a heart attack and his erection got bigger. Rose was arching up at the hips and he wondered if she wanted to kill him.
"Figures. The last time I saw her I wanted to strangle her and now all I want to do is fuck her." He hated the irony and her for doing this to him.
As he slipped the shirt over her body he thought he was being tortured. She was lying face up and he sat at the edge of the couch trying to control himself. He felt like a foolish teenager
She's a stubborn, stupid, mean, proud, Weasley, Granger, Gryfffindor, know-it-all, he yelled inside his head. But his hard-on didn't lose its intensity.
What happened next was unexpected to say in the least. Rose groaned and shifted as her eyes popped open. Now, when Scorpius was passed out, he was out for the night, but not Rose. She was still drunk and she was awake. Scorpius didn't know what to say as she sat up.
Rose raked her eyes up and down his body, stopping at his "equipment" and her eyes grew wide. She was the only one there; she was doing that to him she quickly realized. They both sat their starring at each other, torn somewhere between hatred and desire. Neither could say which one moved first, but all of the sudden their lips met with a hunger neither one could describe.
Their tongues met in a dual, but the usual one they had with each other. And it didn't stop there. Scorpius yelped into Rose's mouth when she grabbed his erection. She was stroking him very hotly.
Meanwhile, Scorpius' hands were pulling Rose under him. His hands were tweaking her already hard nipples. She. Felt. So. Bloody. Good.
But he knew he had to stop. Rose was drunk. And when he fucked her, he told himself, she would remember it.
It took every ounce of his will power to stop kissing her. Rose moaned in protest and grabbed his erection tighter. Scorpius managed to pry himself off her. He was now standing and panting and looking down at a woman he wasn't sure if he hated. The scene in itself was odd.
Rose didn't appreciate Scorpius' withdrawal and she jumped off the couch and crashed her lips to his. Her legs wrapped tightly around Scorpius bringing on crotch-to-crotch contact. They both groaned as Rose squirmed tighter.
Scorpius had decided to give up the noble act. He wanted her way too much. There was still the tiny voice in the back of his head warning him not to do this, but his primal need blocked it out. All he could think of was how much he wanted to get inside her. Then all of the sudden…..
AN: And here is why it's rated M. The M continues. I imagined that the vomit only got on her shoes just in case you're wondering. I hope you keep reading and reviewing.
-writergirl