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Show me how to....	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 42011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter canon. I make no money. I write for my own pleasure.

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Thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome Beta, anyhting wrong is on me.

Rose ate her breakfast with vigour, she so wanted to leave the hospital. Healer Kendrick had visited her, given her the all clear, and she could go home.
"Oh, there was a young man here yesterday. Tall, blond, rather good looking I might add!" Healer Kendrick almost giggled. Rose thought it was too obvious, Healer Kendrick was into men, not that she thought it was odd but the man was hilarious.
"He stood outside the door when your mother visited, when he heard her voice he left, I think your mother just caught a glimpse before he exited the floor. Now dear, take good care!" He'd given her his hand and said good-bye.
So Scorpius visited her, he heart sprung up as soon as Healer Kendrick informed her about his presence. He had come to see her, her Rose Weasley.
Rose showered before donning the clothes her mother had brought. Black woollen jumper, black skinny jeans and high-heeled ankle boots. Her favourites, her mother knew her all too well, it made Rose feel loved. Her mother had also left her her new black combed woollen Mac, one of the three coats Scorpius had bought her.
Rose walked down the corridor towards the main floo; her floo was connected but only she and some members of her family could floo into her home. She had charmed it with a privacy ward. Rose threw a handful of floo powder and muttered Rose Place as she stepped into the green flames. Appearing in her comfortable studio.
Rose dropped down on her couch and fell asleep again. In what only seemed to be a minute's rest she heard a swift rap on her door. "Leavemethefuckalone" she cussed silently. Her hair was a mess so were her clothes, the person on the other side of the door would get hell, waking her like this.

Rose opened the door "whatdoyouwant?" She grumbled, looking down at polished brogues and a black overcoat. Oh, fuck, not now, looking like this, her head up, looking into grey mischievous eyes. Smirk on lips, Scorpius Malfoy....
"Aren't you going to invite me in Miss Weasley?" He smirked some more. A twinkle in his eyes. Rigid posture, basket in hand. "I have brought some lovelies!" He said as he walked past her.

He set the basket on her breakfast counter, slipping his overcoat off, placing it neatly on a bar stool. Rose too dumbstruck to answer.
He started boiling water in a kettle, opening the basket retrieving some mint leaves, searching her cabinets for a mortar and pestle. Bruising the leaves slightly, placing them in a mug, "Honey?"
"Uh, uhm, what?!" Rose spluttered.
"Do you have any honey?" He asked, searching her cabinets.
"Uhm, yes top right!" Rose answered.
Scorpius poured some honey on the bruised mint before he poured boiling water over the leafs. Handing the mixture over to Rose, “here this might take the edge of your nerves!" He said.
Rose took the heavenly scented mug from him. The smell wafting over to her was simply invigorating.
Rose stood there not sure what to say or do, holding the mug with both her hands. She must look like a scarecrow, her hair bushy, her clothes rumpled, the scar on her jaw and collarbone. Tears filled her eyes, she wasn't this self-conscious ever, but with Scorpius impeccably dressed and perfect-coifed appearance, she felt ugly. She turned her face from him.
Scorpius came from behind the counter, "Hey, not feeling too good huh?" He said as he held her shoulders.

Rose winced as he touched her shoulder, the scar still stung like hell.
"Sssshh, let me take a look," he murmured with reassurance.
Rose tried to back away from him, his eyes on her scars made her feel tainted, she was imperfect, not worthy. "No, please Scorpius; I don't want you to see me like this...."
"Like what?" He answered sincerely. His voice sounded soft, without judgement.
"I feel ugly, please, leave me be...." She tried to turn around. He wouldn't let her, didn't want to.
"You're not ugly Rose!" Tilting her head sideways, taking a good look at her scar. "You're still beautiful; to me you are, if anything this looks sexy as hell!" He chuckled.
"Sercumseptra?" He inquired.
Rose nodded, as she felt his long fingers trace her jaw, his touch soothing. She trembled as his fingers made their way down her throat and onto her shoulder, stopping at her collarbone.
His grey eyes darkened as he gazed in her green ones. Leaning down, pressing his lips on her jaw. A gasp left her lips as his tongue touched her jaw; it felt intimate, soft, caring.
"Mmmm, kitten, war injuries, so fucking hot!" He mumbled in-between kissing and gently sucking her skin. Rose breath hitched. Oh my gods, he kissed her jaw, the scar she thought made her look unappetising. He thought she looked sexy.
Scorpius cupped her head as his lips moved to her mouth, ghosting his lips over hers, nuzzling her nose. His breath on her split dry chapped lips, he kissed her lightly. Pulling her close as his other hand circled her waist, his hand on the small of her back pulling her into him. His lips pressed on hers, the wetness of his soft lips soothing her dryness, the tip of his tongue stroking them.

Rose moaned lightly, a sob leaving her throat, this the single-most caring act she had experienced from a bloke, sending tingles down her spine. She hadn't had the pleasure of him actually kissing her on the lips. It was ethereal, heavenly and sweet in one go.
"Let me adore you...” He sighed, returning his lips to hers. Moving his lips over hers, prying her lips from each other in one single gentle gesture, his tongue went into her mouth, tasting her, sweeping against her tongue.
He tasted minty and fresh, she sweet like cherries. Their tongues melded together, moving like they had always done this. He picked her up, lips never parting, moving them towards her couch, placing her softly on the cushions, Scorpius hovered above her leaning one knee beside her hips the other between her legs against her core. His left hand next to her head the other one cupping her head entangled in her hair.

Rose held his head between her hands, pulling him closer still. The kiss was scorching, needy, soft caring, nothing like she had ever been kissed. He was so gentle with her, he didn't want to break her but show her how much she meant to him.
He had even visited the hospital; Scorpius didn't do caring, not up until this delectable thing under him. He had wanted to scoop her up, cradle her, hold her close, and protect her. He didn't do protectiveness, care free moving on to the next object of his desire. She'd been away from him for two weeks after being together for three days, preposterous, how could it be she made him long for her in such an powerful way. He tried to ignore the burning desire he felt for her. He had to have her! The whole her, not some loose contact, whimsical. She'd gone off, being an auror, one of the most dangerous jobs out there. When he heard she had been slashed by an unforgivable it made him feel nauseated, he had even thrown up, it had made him feel that sick. He went to the hospital after four agonising days; he couldn't concentrate on his work. Now he had her in his arms, kissing her like he had never kissed a girl before, pouring his entire heart and soul into it, he wanted to show her he loved her, couldn't be without her. He'd known her... How long? Two weeks for fuck sake. She made him feel like this, he couldn't be without her.
He moved his lips down her jaw, following the still pink line that made up her scar. How had it even crossed her mind it would make her less than desirable to him hit a blank in his brain. "So, fucking beautiful!" He groaned against her skin.
Rose felt tears sting her eyes when she heard him groan against her skin. His hand moved from next to her head down to her jumper as his lips moved over her shoulder tracing her scar down to her collar, his fingers gently pulling her jumper down to allow him better access. His hand moved over her breast cupping it, the tips of his fingers kneading her nipple through the fabric.
"Oh..." Rose groaned, her body responded heavily to his touch, her core tingled, and she felt his knee between her legs pressing into the apex between her legs.
Rose’s mind raced, between feeling not too good physically and being elated, turned on by this incredible sexy god above her. He was kissing her; finally, she thought. His tongue in her mouth , so sweet so addictive, he'd been lazily snogging her, taking time to explore her mouth and now he was tracing her scar. She felt so ugly, sporting them on her skin. Sexy, he thought it was sexy.
"Where's the third one?" He interrupted her brain.
"Uh, oh, on my tummy...” She answered huskily.
Scorpius leaned back, moving her sweater slowly upward, exposing her white skin. The scar couldn't have been more prominent, the spell had slashed her abdomen it started below her navel upwards ending below her breast, and it had just nicked her left breast. Rose wasn't wearing her bra it was still too sore.
"Oh, baby, they caught the guy who did this? Right?" His eyes teared up, his finger moved along her scarred flesh, upwards, following her now healed skin.
"Yes, I petrified him, he's in custody as we speak" Rose answered.
"That's my girl..." Scorpius said, leaning down kissing her breast where the small nick was.
Rose felt his soft lips on her breast, she closed her eyes; this was too much, his gentleness surprising her thoroughly.
Scorpius opened his mouth nipping her breast, swirling his tongue against her, he was nibbling her skin, as he ate a peach. He held her breast between his fingers, teasing her areola, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Rose writhed under his hand and mouth. Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh gods. He was so sensual in his ministrations, his knee still pressing into her jeans and knickers covered cunt. Nudging her. Rose couldn't take it, as pain and pleasure were so close, she went into an all-consuming climax.

"Oh, my gods, Scorpius, I'm sorry...!" She heaved. Riding her sex induced state.
"Don't feel sorry, baby! I like to see you come undone, sssshhhhht, ride your wave baby!" He said against her skin as he suckled her taut bud.
She was so beautiful when he made her cum; she was a sight to behold. Her rosy bud tasted, fucking delicious, the scar just below her mound was so hot, her nicked skin, so darn saucy. Maybe he could give her another scar somewhere else on her body. Her skin seemed to be damaged from previous action. One of them needed to be his.
"Scorpius... Would you please fuck me?" Rose had calmed down; her belly had unclenched as she came down from her ecstasy-induced state. Scorpius was still suckling her bud, his hand had gone into her jeans stroking her mons, he was about to insert a finger when Rose asked him to fuck her. He pulled his long skilled fingers from her jeans instantly. He looked up to her his mouth still on her breast.

"No!" He answered stiffly, returning his attention towards nursing her nipple.

"No?" Rose said bewildered. He still wouldn't have sex with her, what the fuck was up with him?
"Why not Scorpius? Any man would jump to get laid, what's up with that?" She wasn't having this bullshit.
"I made you cum and was about to get you off again! Let it rest Rose!" He was angered, pushing himself up from her, pulling her sweater down, covering her up. He sat on his knees resting to the side against her couch. His head propped against his hand.
Rose came up sitting up against the armrest.
"No, why, do you not want sex? Am I that ugly...?" Rose teared up again. She still wasn’t feeling too perky, she wanted him inside her, that much was clear.
Scorpius shook his head, sighing, closing his eyes. "Please let it go Rose, you're not well! I can't have sex with you when you’re obviously not feeling well!"
"Do I disgust you that much? I feel up for it...” Rose scoffed.
"Rose I can’t, I like it rough... you're not well, of course you don't disgust me. You're one saucy minx if anything. Like I said, I like it rough,you're still not well!" Scorpius stood up from the couch heading for his coat.
Rose sat on her knees against the coach.
"Wah, what do you mean...rough?" She spluttered now, she started to get anxious, Scorpius was about to leave her.
"Kink, Rose, rough sex, BDSM I'm into hard-core! Don't look at me like that, you must've guessed! Ask yourself, why you like your job, you get roughed up, a lot, still you go back for more. Now ask yourself why you're attracted to me, I've done some weird stuff all ready. Think about it. Owl me when you figure it out!"
"Now, drink your minty tea before it turns to cold. I'll let you steam over this" he walked to the door leaving a stunned Rose in his wake.

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