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Amortentia	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 13221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Story: Amortentia

Synopsis: In their sixth year, rivals Rose and Scorpius have a moment of terrifying clarity when they both inhale the sweet smell of Amortentia. One year later, Rose is finally single and Scorpius is determined to snog the crazy out of her.

Rating: M

Pairing: Scorpius/Rose

Chapter Eleven

Christmas at the Malfoy’s was always interesting, to say the least. In the morning, Astoria and Draco would open gifts and then have breakfast alone, enjoying the quiet of just the three of them. A few hours later, their family would begin to arrive and their quiet morning would fade into a tense and loud afternoon.

The Christmas of Scorpius’ seventh year at Hogwarts was no different, with the welcome exception that Astoria’s sister was spending Christmas with the husband’s family. The Malfoy’s and Greengrass grandparents were there and seated at the table by four. The Malfoy's house elf had prepared the meal under Astoria guidance and was delivering it to them course by course. Astoria, Draco, and Scorpius had been able to keep the conversation neutral throughout most of the meal, but by pudding they were moving on from Scorpius’ job to his current studies.

“Sounds like a decent job if you must have one, I suppose,” Hyperion spouted, his mouth turned at one corner.

“He must,” Astoria told her father.

“Yes, well …” He rolled his ll’s like they were r’s and looked over at Lucius. “We certainly lived a different way.” Lucius scoffed in agreement.

“It's a good job,” Draco assured both his father and his father in law. “Scorpius was hand picked by Ollivander to be his replacement.”

“Dad…” Scorpius sighed. This was basically correct, but he could still be abysmal at the craft and be sacked. There was no guarantee.

“Seems odd,” Lucius told the table. “that he would want him.”

“It is not odd at all,” Alaina Greengrass insisted. “It is clear that Scorpius has dedication and talent. Ollivander would be a fool to let a few … mistakes …”

“What are you saying, Alaina?” Narcissa raised her brow, but her voice and her posture were weak. She looked like she was dying.

“I believe we all know what she's saying mother,” Draco said quietly. “And we all know it's true, so perhaps we should talk about something else.”

“Yes, let’s,” Hyperion agreed. “How are your studies for N.E.W.Ts coming along, Scorpius?”

“Very well,” Scorpius replied.

Astoria frowned at him, wondering how much studying he was actually getting on with these days. Just five days ago she would have insisted that he was still her dedicated, studious, little boy, but now, in the wake of what she had walked into at his flat, she wasn’t so sure.

“Who's the Head Girl?” His grandfather asked. “Anyone we would know?”

“Rose Weasley.” Scorpius tried to keep his face straight and his voice even as he said Rose's name and waited. He prayed that his family would hold their tongues about Rose and her family.

“Ahhh …” Hyperion said knowingly. “That's the chit you're always getting in trouble for hexing?”

“Father!” Astoria looked at him with wide eyes, not even wanting to know what was running through Scorpius’ mind at that moment. The boy was infatuated to be sure and believed that he was in love. Who knew what sort of idiocy that would propel him to if her father or Merlin forbid Draco’s father, started in on her.

“Sorry, sorry. The girl you're always getting in trouble for hexing.”

“Yes.” Scorpius forced out, shoving a bite of chocolate into his mouth. Maybe if he was chewing, they would stop drilling him.

“They seem to be getting on this year,” Draco told his father in law. “We haven't had a single owl about the two of them. I believe it's a record.” He smiled as if this amused him.

“Charming her into submission are you, Scor.” Hyperion roared and winked at his grandson.

Astoria choked on a bite she had just taken. Scorpius flushed red. Draco laughed along with the round old man. Alaina glared at her husband. Narcissa gripped Lucius’ arm. Lucius with a look of pure disgust on his face snarled, “I certainly hope not.”

“Oh, I'm just teasing the boy, Lucius.” Hyperion chuckled again.

“Her father is the son of that ridiculous blood traitor Arthur Weasley and her mother is that insufferable little …”

“Lucius!” Astoria slapped the table with her hand, causing Narcissa to grip tighter at Lucius’ arm, her eyes growing large. “Scorpius and Rose have become friends. I must ask that you reserve your feelings about her parents for a time when you are not in our company.”

“What?” Draco looked over to his left where Scorpius was tightly gripping his spoon, staring down at his chocolate trifle. He was forcing himself to think about Rose and how she had smelled like him after that shower they had taken the other night and how badly he wished he was at home in his flat, pushing her up against the wall again, buried inside of her, feeling her nails on his back. Don't kill anyone, he told himself. Or you'll never get to do that again.

“They have put this childish nonsense behind them and grown up.” Astoria snapped at her husband, and Scorpius loved his mother for every word.

“So, you would have the boy charming her?” Narcissa asked weakly, her disdain clear.

“No one is suggesting that,” Draco told his mother, trying to get her to calm down as he processed this new information.

“Oh, Cissy, I really was just teasing the boy,” Hyperion insisted. “And you know my Astoria. She likes to get riled up about these things.” Astoria glared at her father but did not counter his words. Scorpius sighed as he pushed his food around. Draco watched his wife curiously.

XXX

Draco went to bed late that night. He had finished a glass of scotch with Hyperion and sent the old wizard home, but Astoria had gone up to bed nearly an hour before he was finally rid of the man. Draco had been itching to talk with her after the performance she had put on at dinner, but they never had the chance.

Astoria was always one to insist that, in front of Scorpius, pureblood speak be kept to a minimum, but he had rarely seen her as passionate about it as she had been that night. He had never seen her hit anything in nearly twenty years together and tonight she had slapped the table at Christmas dinner.

When he walked through the door of their bedroom, he found her sitting at her mirror, brushing her long black hair. He moved behind her, watching her eyes find his, and then dipped down to kiss her neck. “Did my father finally leave?” She asked softly and he nodded.

“I basically shoved him through the floo.” Draco grinned as he moved over to their bathroom to change.

“Good.”

“Scorpius went back to his flat,” Draco added, knowing that she would be upset by this, but there was no use keeping it from her.

“Of course, he did,” she said, disappointment clear in her tone. “I'm going to have to get the boy a few more furnishings if he is going to insist on staying there during break.” She tried not to think about what he was doing there, praying that the Weasley’s kept a closer eye on their daughter than they had been the other day.

“He's upset,” Draco told her as he walked back out to their bed.

“I know he's upset, Draco. That doesn't mean I want him staying in that bloody flat.” Or sleeping with that girl who isn’t even really his.

Draco wanted to remind her that she had been the one who insisted he buy the thing before his seventh year so that she could decorate, but decided against it. Instead, he waited for her to come lay next to him and then he leaned over and kissed her. “What was that at dinner?” He asked after she had leaned into him.

“What do you mean?”

“You hit the table, Astoria.”

“I was upset.”

“About the Weasley girl? Who cares what they all think of her?”

“I know.” Astoria laid her head on his shoulder. She knew she couldn't tell him what she knew. She had told Scorpius she wouldn’t, but she wanted to. “Their friendship seems new. I just don't want those lunatics making Scorpius feel like he can't be himself when he's at home.”

“I understand. Hermione never said anything about it, but then again neither did you.”

“He could have told you.”

“Believe me, we will be discussing it.”

“I think I'm also just overly emotional right now with everyone because of Scor. I can't believe he's staying at that flat when it's not even ready and his room is here!”

“He's just gotten a taste of freedom now and likes it.” Draco insisted, kissing the top of her head. “He’ll come around.”

“I suppose.” Astoria ran her hand up his chest and pulled his face down to hers. He let his lips fall against hers and he moved her back against her pillows.

XXX

Wednesday morning, Rose decided that she needed back-up. She still wasn’t willing to inform her parents of her interview with Harry, but she was nervous about running into her mother at the ministry. This was the reason that Rose had come to the conclusion after quite a short period of deliberation that she needed to bring Albus up to speed so that he could be her cover story.

She flooed over to the Potter’s in mid-morning, late enough that even Albus should be up. When she arrived, Lily looked up at her from a magazine. “Heya Rose.”

“Morning, Lils. Is Al around?”

“Yea, he’s up in his room I think,” Lily told her and turned back to her magazine. Rose walked through the living room and up the stairs to Al’s room. where she found him lying on his bed. He was throwing a snitch up into the air and catching it as music filled the room from his wireless.

Rose jumped onto Al’s bed and lay beside her cousin. “Hello, Albus.”

“Hello, Rose.” Al rolled over to look at her suspiciously. “Whatcha want.”

“Why do I have to want something?”

“You’ve been too busy for your old cousin and best friend Al lately.”

“Oh, yeah, well, I haven’t noticed Al breaking down my door. I have a favor to ask you.” She smiled and he groaned.

“This better not be about Scorpius,” He told her. “The answer is no, if so.”

“What? No!”

“Ok, what then?”

“I need you to come with me to your Dad’s office at lunch today.” She smiled sweetly and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Why?”

“I have a … meeting with him and I'm worried about running into my Mum and her being weird and realizing what I'm up to.”

“What are you up to?” Al asked, sitting up. “Why’re you meeting with da … Rose! Did you … are you ….”

Rose smiled and sat as well. “I applied for Auror Training.”

“What?!” Albus screamed as a wide smiled moving across his face. His hands rose up into the air and the fell around her shoulders pulling her into a hug. “That's incredible!”

“Calm down!” Rose laughed at him as he rocked her back and forth and then released her. “You're crazy.”

“Maybe, but can you imagine? You and me and Scor! We’ll be the best bloody Auror recruits they've had since the war!” Albus pumped a fist into the air.

“So, you’ll come? Say your Dad asked us both for lunch if my Mum is there?”

“Of course! Whatever you need. Why haven't you told your Mum and Dad?”

“I don't think they will be happy about it. I think my dad will … lose it.” She was fairly certain he would lose it actually. He didn’t want her or Hugo following in those footsteps, after all, they had been the reason for his career change. George had needed help when Ron finally decided to look for something else, and Ron had taken him up on the offer to help run the shop.

“But you're going to do it anyway?”

“Scorpius basically shoved me into it.” She laughed.

“Scor suggested it?”

“He thought it was a good fit. After I looked into it I agreed.”

“And apparently Dad does, too,” Albus assured her. “Can't believe he didn't tell me!”

“He could get sacked for telling you.” Rose laughed.

“Yea, well. He still should’ve said.” Albus grumbled, looking quite put out.

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Two hours later, Albus and Rose were walking onto Level Two of the Ministry of Magic. They weren't regulars on the floor, but both of them had been here multiple times in their lives to see Harry or Hermione. Hermione’s office was straight ahead, but the pair turned around the corner instead, past a set of heavy oak doors, and into the Auror Headquarters.

Headquarters was a large open room divided into cubicles for the Auror to work. At the back of the room were a few office doors, one of which, Rose knew from experience, belonged to Harry. They made their way through the cubicles, smiling and waving at a few of the Aurors they recognized until they stood before a desk. A small, greying woman who must have been around the age of their Gran jumped up from her seat.

“Albus! Rose!” Serena moved around her desk and pulled them in to hug her. They laughed and hugged her back the best they could as she pinned their heads to her shoulders. “You two.” She shook her head. “Can't believe you're old enough for this.” She bemoaned and Al and Rose both laughed.

“Me either,” Harry said, stepping out from behind his office door. “Come on in, Rose. We’re ready for you.”

“Good luck.” Al squeezed her arm and she felt butterflies. “You’ve got this.” Rose tried to smile, but she was pretty sure it came out as a grimace as she followed Harry into his office.

“Ok,” Harry said, as he shut the door behind her. “This is Rose Weasley,” he told the group of three sitting in plush chairs in the middle of Harry’s office. There were two more empty in the circle that she and Harry walked towards. “Rose, this is John Gore.” Harry gestured to a tall, lanky man who was wearing muggle jeans and a t-shirt. “He’s Junior Head of the Department.” John leaned forward and shook her hand.

“Pleasure,” He told her.

“This is Lee Williamson, Head of Intelligence.” Lee shook her hand and gave her a nod.

“And, this woman right here is the brilliant, Alicia Spinnet, Head of our Training Program.”

“Afternoon, Rose.” Rose knew Alicia because she was still good friends with her Uncle George, Aunt Angelina, and Uncle Harry.

“Sit down, Rose,” Harry told her, as he took his own seat.

Rose sat in the chair and tried not to hyperventilate or get sick. She had grown up hearing about each and every one of these people as if they were celebrities, even Harry. She’d known them in some capacity or another, even if it was just that she recognized their face and their record, for years.

“Ok, so, I obviously know you pretty well Rose, but I want my team to get to know you so that we can make the best possible decision. We’re just going to ask you some questions, talk a bit about your experience at Hogwarts, okay?”

“Sounds great,” Rose told him, smiling widely as her heart tried to beat right out of her chest.

XXX

It was Thursday when Rose got her next owl from Draco. She was sitting in her bedroom while her parents were at dinner and his bird started tapping on her window.

Dinner. 8 tomorrow.

She had shaken her head at the ridiculous shortness of his messages. It was as if the boy didn’t know how to write. She had then tried to figure out how to tell her parents that she was going out. In the end, she had settled on the truth.

“Mum.” Rose had said softly to her mother as she made dinner that night.

“Scorpius asked me round tomorrow night. I think it’s just a bunch of people. Is it alright if I go? Round 8?” She knew it was a lie, but she didn’t want her mother to get suspicious of her going to see Scorpius alone for the second time in two weeks.

As it was her mother seemed to take a ridiculously long time to answer. “I suppose. Just let me know if you will be late.”

And Rose had felt her heart skip a beat at the idea of an entire night with Scorpius to do … well … whatever they wanted, and talk of course. They had to talk. She needed to tell him that she was confused and didn’t know how he would fit into her family and he would probably tell her those three little words again that lit a fire inside of her chest every time she heard them.

On Friday night, Rose stared at the clock desperately, waiting for eight to come. She played a round of chess with Hugo and sat down with her family as they ate, picking at their plates, and then spent too long getting ready and it was finally time to leave.

It was bright inside of Scorpius’ flat when Rose apparated in. She was instantly overrun with the smell of something cooking as she landed in his kitchen. Scorpius looked over his shoulder at her and grinned. “Right on time.”

“Always.” Rose looked around the kitchen and noticed that he had suddenly acquired a table and barstools for his counter. “You have seating now.” Rose teased as she made her way to him. He pulled her in to kiss her deeply. Rose wrapped her arms around him and tucked her hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“I do. My mother thought I should if I was going to stay here,” Scorpius told her after they had pulled apart.

“You didn't go home?” She asked surprised. She had expected that he would have been back with his parents, especially after what his mother had seen, or heard, them doing the last time she had been here.

“I did for Christmas, but I've been staying here.”

“And she hasn't been popping in?” Rose blushed.

“She knows it was you.” Scorpius told her softly and noted the grimace on Rose's face. “She saw your hair.”

“And?”

“And … we’ll talk after we have food,” he insisted.

“You know how to cook, too?” Rose asked suspiciously.

“Not at all.” Scorpius laughed. “I got take away a pizza. I'm just warming it up.”

“Smells delicious.” She moved away from him and made her way to the other side of the bar. “What kind?”

“Prosciutto and mushroom.” He looked at her warily, gauging her response.

“Sounds good to me,” She told him.

“Good. I have wine, too. I figured if you hated it we would just get pissed.”

“We're supposed to talk.”

“Yea, well, getting pissed and shagging sounds like fun, too.” She looked sternly at him and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, we’ll talk.”

He pulled two glasses out of a cabinet and set them next to the open bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and handed one to Rose. She sipped at it as he turned back to the oven to pull out their dinner. He set it on the counter, pulled two plates out, and moved to sit next to her. They both grabbed a piece of the pizza and set in on their plates. “It's very good,” Rose told him after her first bite.

“Delicious,” he agreed. “It’s the first time I’ve used an oven.”

“Really?” She laughed and he nodded enthusiastically, clearly excited over his mastery of the muggle appliance.

“So, your mother,” Rose said, after taking a drink from her wine glass.

“While we're eating?”

“Scor…”

“Ok, Ok. I was honest with her. I told her that we weren't together but that I …” He looked over at her and she stared at her plate. “How I feel about you.” He couldn't bring himself to say it again when she hadn't told him her own feelings yet.

“And?”

“She was .... upset.”

“Okay.” She hadn’t really expected any different. How could she not be upset when her son had been … well … making her very happy at the time that she happened to walk into his room.

“Do you know why she was upset?” Scorpius asked hesitantly.

“Because she walked in on us? My parents would be upset too.” Rose knew they would both be way worse off if her parents had been the ones to find them. First of all, there was no way they would have let Scorpius sneak away like she had.

“Yes and No. Do you know much about … Pureblood dating practices?”

“No …” Rose said hesitantly. “My family doesn't follow any that I know of.”

“Ok, well, it’s tradition that … Purebloods … don't have sex before they are married, or at the very least, betrothed.” Scorpius felt slightly terrible for not explaining all of this before they had decided to have sex, but it hadn’t exactly been planned and it wasn’t like he was a strict believer in the traditions.

“Oh …”

“It was meant to ensure the purity of the line, but it's an important tradition. My parents are … very traditional.” Scorpius knew that his parents had both waited. They had told him like it was no bigger deal than the flowers his mother had carried or the shoes his father had worn. His parents had both been virgins the day they married.

“But … you said your mother … that she raised you not to look at blood status.”

“She did, but she also raised me with other traditions in place,” He explained. “She is upset that you are who you are, but it isn't about blood status for her. Not directly at least. It's about how my family will react to you in particular because you are Ron Weasley’s daughter.”

“Oh.”

“Also, in my parents eyes, not mine, … what we did the other night would mean that we intend to be married.” He watched her closely and cringed at her response.

“Scorpius.” The color drained from Rose's face. “Were you … a …”

“No,” He said flatly.

“Oh god.” Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

“But, my mother didn't know that. Still doesn't know that.”

“Okay, so what does that mean for us?”

“I don't know. My mum wants us to come clean and figure it out in the open. She knows my Dad would be a hard sell and my grandparents would … well …”

“Hate me.” Rose said softly and he sighed.

“Yes.” Scorpius remembered Christmas and he knew this was true. There was no doubt in his mind. He didn’t really want to think about what holiday’s would be like with Rose by his side, but he wanted her to want it anyway.

“Well, do they all have to find out? I mean …” She looked down at her empty plate and drained the last of her wine.

“What do you want from this Rose? I told you that … I love you.” He reached out and put his finger under her chin, turning her head to face him so he could kiss her softly. She shivered against him. “But, you haven't really acknowledged that at all or told me how you feel about it.”

“I … don't know. I definitely feel more for you than just … just messing around, but Scorpius I'm not just making excuses to Aaron and Colin. I don't want to date. I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want to … to …” be hurt again. Be humiliated and made a fool of.

“I'm not Rowan. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know, but that doesn't change anything. I had plans Scorpius. I was going to live with him and plan my life around him and get married and have his babies and be Mrs. Rowan Wood. How did I get there? I'm the top witch in our year, in several years. I'm talented and smart and pretty much amazing on paper. How did I let everything about my future be wrapped up in a boy? My interview at the Auror Office went amazing. My friends want me to live with them. There is this whole incredible life that I nearly missed out on because I was so wrapped up in a boy, which doesn't make any sense because nearly every time I was with him I was thinking of you.”

“I would never ask you to marry me and pop out my babies and ignore your dreams. I'm not even saying we would get married. I certainly don’t want that right now, but we could try this out for real and see what happens.” He leaned down and kissed her again. She moved off her stool and wrapped her arms around his neck, deep in his kiss, not wanting to talk about this anymore, but they had to. She had to.

She pulled back and grabbed the bottle of wine to pour them both another glass. “But, what if it doesn't work? What if outside of sex we don't actually work? How much is it going to hurt our families? How much will it hurt your grandparents? What if we put them through all this pain and force them to accept something that none of them are going to like and then we don't actually make sense.” They were both standing now, moving to the living room where his mother had added a couch and end tables since her last visit. They sat down on the couch, facing each other. Scorpius set his wine down and moved over to grab her glass. He moved over her to set it behind her on the table. Then he was kissing her again, pressing her down into the soft cloth, feeling her body respond to him instantly. Her hands moved up into his hair and she moaned against his tongue.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Rose, we make sense. Even the sex isn't just about sex. You spend more time with me than Alice or Albus these days. We talk all the time. We were supposed to go this entire break without each other and we didn't last the first day. Every day since then I've wanted to be with you and I wouldn't have cared if it was just to hang out with you and your family.”

“But that's just it.” She put her hand on his cheek and sighed. “Will you ever be able to hang out with my family? Would my Dad ever accept you? Would he ever see you as more than Draco Malfoy's son?”

“I don’t know, Rose,” He ran his hand up her shirt and she arched into him, her body needing his touch everywhere. “but isn’t it worth it to find out?”

“I don’t know. I just …” She pulled at his sweater, moving it over his head, admiring his hard body before tasting his chest with her lips. “why can’t we just let things stay the way they are for now.” She said quietly.

Scorpius pulled back, forcing her to look at him again. “My mum wants me to do this for real or break it off and … I can’t … I kind of agree with her. You say you have at least some feelings for me and I get that you're scared, but I’m not. I want to be with you. I want to introduce you to my parents and take you out on dates and I don’t ever want to listen to another fucking guy ask you out and paw you when I know you're going to be in my bed that night.”

“So, what are you saying?” Rose asked, staring up at him uneasily.

“As much as I hate it, I’m saying all or nothing. I want all of you or we stop.”

“I don’t … I don’t know.” Rose told him honestly and he moved back down to kiss her neck.

“Then think about it. Take the rest of break and let me know when we get back to school.” He pulled at the bottom of her cardigan and pulled it over her head. She pulled his head back down so she could kiss him again, hard and demanding. She didn't like this. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to tell her parents that somehow, someway she had started to feel things for this boy that she could never have imagined feeling in a million years.

Scorpius moved back on the couch and Rose threw her bra on the floor. They both pulled at the buttons on their trousers and kicked them off as well followed by her knickers and his underpants. “Come here,” He told her, pulling her over to him. He knew that soon she was going to make a decision and he didn’t have any idea if it would be him, but tonight he was going to pretend like none of the that mattered. Tonight, she was his.

She moved her leg over his lap and sat down, feeling him hard against her. Scorpius used his hand to cup her breast and suck softly at her nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. “Scor…” She whispered as she moved one hand down between them and wrapped it around him. She stroked him a few times, but it wasn't necessary. She picked up her hips slightly, positioned him at her core, and fell down onto him. “Fuck.” Scorpius moaned against her breast, the hot, wetness surrounding him drove him mad. “You feel so good.” He moaned and she began to move, sliding her hips up and down on him.

“You feel amazing.” She croaked out as she sheathed herself on him again. Scorpius claimed her mouth then, exploring her with his tongue, fighting her for dominance. She was killing him with her slow movements.

“Rose.” He growled softly and she smirked, knowing just what she was doing to him. He pushed her off of him, and she whined as he pulled out of her.

“What are you doing?” She asked and then he stood and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, snogging him as he tried to make it to his bed. He didn't make it on the first go. He shoved her hard against the wall of the hallway after she bit his shoulder. He bit her back and her feet fell to the floor. Rose reached down and took him in her hand, stroking him again as he put his hands against the wall for support.

Rose pushed him back away from the wall and towards his bedroom. He happily let her guide him in that direction, snogging her as they moved. Once they were the room, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed as she laughed. He moved over her, not letting her even attempt to take control again, done with her teasing.

“Mmmmmm….” She moaned as he buried himself inside of her. He clutched at her soft skin, still unable to believe that he actually was here doing this with her. He forced out thoughts of their conversation and the possibility that she could put an end to all of this by deciding not to be with him. “Scor.” She rocked her hips up into his and he lost himself in the way she felt as she slid further down his length.

“Fuck.” He pulled back and began to pump in and out of her, giving himself the quick movements he had been longing for when she had been on top of him on the couch.

“Yes.” She moaned into his neck, as her nails scraped as his skin again.

“Gods, Rose.” He moaned pulling her mouth to his. He tasted her, sweet perfection, as the smell of her lavender shampoo overwhelmed him, pulling him deeper into her. I love you, he locked the thought inside of his head, unwilling to let it out. He needed something from her, some kind of confirmation that he wasn’t alone in this crazy obsessive love that was seizing him before he could spill those words for her again.

“Scor, Fuck, Merlin, Oh ….” She moaned as she rocked against him and he tried to hold on to her for dear life as the fireworks began.
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