Things were…perfect. Albus hesitated to think so, because it sounded delusional, but he could find no other way to describe his life currently. It was almost like they hadn't ever even ended. Like there was just a long pause between when they started to that present moment. It was easy to pick right back up where they had left off. Everything was easy with Scorpius….
Everything was better with Scorpius. Coming home from a long day at work was better knowing Scorpius was there to massage his tired feet. Orgasms were better with Scorpius milking them from his spent body. Even mundane things like grocery shopping were somehow better with Scorpius at his side. Or…behind him, making it incredibly awkward to push the trolley around. Those arms tightly wound around his waist and those whispering lips hot on his ear.
"This would probably go a lot faster if you wouldn't step on my heels every couple steps," Albus joked, stopping their movement abruptly. Scorpius walked right into him with a hearty laugh. "And when we're done…we can go home…. Put on the wireless…maybe slow dance just a little bit…."
Scorpius reached around to run his hand slowly down Albus' chest. "Only if you promise me we can also buy stuff to make ice cream sundaes. Whipped cream and chocolate sauce? And we can decide if we'd rather use it on ice cream or…other things later?"
"You're disgusting."
Just because Albus was going to speak those same words, didn't mean it gave the lady down the aisle the right to. Not that he was going to complain about Scorpius' reaction to the situation. The way he forcefully turned Albus around and crushed their lips together. Making a point for the whole world to see that he unabashedly owned every inch of Albus. His eyes closed and savoring the moment, Albus couldn't see the woman's reaction but he heard her loud scoff before the retreating sound of a squeaky wheel.
An agonizing moment later, Scorpius pulled back with a grin very worthy of his Slytherin ancestry. "I told you we should've gone to the market in Diagon. Muggles are so hateful…."
There was about a thousand things to be said for the Malfoy family and their equally hateful Muggle views, but Albus swallowed them and detached from Scorpius. "I like shopping here," he said while pretending to peruse a bin of apples. "I like being a part of their world. Yes, they can be intolerant…but I still prefer to be in a world where I can be myself. Where my name doesn't precede my personality. You want to date me, you'll just have to get used to Muggle supermarkets."
Just as gentle as a moment ago, Scorpius wrapped his arms back around Albus' waist. "I love you no matter what world you want to live in," he whispered and kissed him just behind the ear. A different kind of possessiveness than a moment ago. A secret one that only they understood. "Now…about my dessert…."