Sabrina ; The next generation

Fifty-four

My dad was waiting in the kitchen.

He didn't look impressed with me, looking at me while taking a sip of a cup of tea while I walked into the room.

"You cannot tell me you didn't bring mum to your room back when you were my age, or that she didn't bring you to her room." I said. "You can't get mad at me!"

"Oh, I don't care that you've got your girlfriend in your room and I don't care about what you two were about to do." He said and I visibly cringed. "I saw that cigarette in your hand, Sabrina. I thought your mother and I told you our rules about that."

Oh... right.

"No smoking inside of the house." I nodded. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

"This is the third time, Sabrina." He said seriously. "We don't want that smoke in here. It makes the walls yellowish."

"I know." I nodded. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

My dad took another sip of his tea, then put the cup down and looked at me again, nodding towards the door.

"Is that Naomi Barracus up there?"

"Yeah."

He nodded.

"Alright. Keep the door open."

"What?" I frowned. "Dad c'mon. I'm eighteen..."

"And you're living under my roof." He said. "You're allowed to have your girlfriend over but the door stays open."

"She's not my girlfriend."

Dad straightened up, letting out a stressed laugh as he ran a hand over his face.

"Well, whatever she is." He said. "Keep that door open. If I see it closed, I will come in there and I will tell her the most embarrassing story about how you peed your pants going down a slide when you were ten."

My jaw dropped and I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest.

"I'll tell mum you're not at work like you're supposed to, and that you're drinking her favourite tea." I said, noticing the teabag on the counter.

"Sabrina Magdalena Silverberry-Weasley." Dad said with his usual patenting tone as he leaned his hands on the counter. "Get your arse back upstairs before I kick you out."

I grinned, turning around and leaving the kitchen, then hurried upstairs, joining Naomi who was laying on my bed, shirtless while scrolling through her phone.

"So... my dad decided that I can't close my door." I said, walking over to where I put my cigarette.

I took a last puff before throwing it out.

"He's not mad about what he saw?" She asked, and I shook my head. "So I'm guessing your parents know you're gay."

I smiled, approaching the bed.

"They do." I said. "And they're supportive. My uncles are gay so... and my mum is bisexual."

"So you've got a family full of queers." She laughed. "Wish that was my family."

At the mention of her family, I couldn't help but think about what my dad told me. How she had been abused as a kid and had to kill her own parents to get away from it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Naomi laughed, shoving me in the thigh with her foot. "Just because my parents are dead doesn't mean I don't have a family. I've got my grandparents and my little brother."

I smiled and leaned closer to her, pressing a kiss to her lips before I laid down next to her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" I asked and looked at her screen.

"That's my brother." She told me and showed me a picture of him that he had posted on Instagram, posing. "He thinks he's so cool."

"I've seen him around the castle." I nodded. "Didn't realise he was your brother."

Naomi shrugged.

"He's fourteen and he posts fucking thirst traps, thinking all the girls will want to fuck him." She said. "He's an annoying little shit."

I laughed softly.

"What's it like being the older sibling?"

She looked at me and a small smile spread across her face.

"Right... you're the youngest." She said. "Bet you're a pain in their arses."

"Shut up." I laughed, gently shoving her with my shoulder and she joined me, our laughter mixing and filling the room.

"Look." Naomi showed me her phone as she had found a picture on my account. "I like that one of you."

"Why? It's—"

"You look sexy."

I rolled my eyes at her comment and sat up, getting off the bed to find her shirt, throwing it at her.

"I don't want to experience the embarrassment of my dad walking in on you half-naked again." I said and she chuckled, pulling it over her head.

"I brought something for you." She said softly. "Though it's in my pocket downstairs."

"You brought me something?"

"Uh-huh." Naomi grabbed onto the hem of my shirt, pulling me down so she could kiss me. "A Christmas present."

"Oh?" I grinned against her lips before I repaid the kiss. "I've got something for you too, actually."

"Yeah?"

"It's under my bed." I whispered, getting between her legs before laying my head against her chest while she wrapped her arms around me. "We can wait until my dad leaves, then exchange them."

"Why wait? I can't officially meet your dad?"

I smiled against her chest, enjoying being this close to her without actually having sex. This seemed more intimate.

"He's going to embarrass me." I said. "He's embarrassing."

"How can someone that hot be embarrassing?"

I lifted my head to look at her and she laughed at my reaction to her question.

"Admit it." She said. "You've got hot parents."

"Oh piss off." I tried to get up but Naomi pulled me back down, wrapping her legs around my hips to keep me locked in place.

"And they accept you for who you are." She said. "I'm not sure my parents would have enjoyed me coming home with a girl."

I settled against her again, causing her to loosen her legs as she knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"You never talk about your parents." I said softly, hoping that she would open up to me.

I would never ask her about what I knew because she had to tell me when she was ready to. I didn't want to corner her.

"There's not much to say." She shrugged, playing with a strand of my hair. "I'd much rather talk about you. I like your room. It's pretty cool."

I respected that she didn't want to talk about her parents and looked into my room before I looked at her again.

"It's alright."

"Your bed is big." She pointed out. "There's plenty of room for sex."

Laughing, I rested my head against her chest again, loving the feeling of her brushing her fingers through my hair.

"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked. "I'm sure mum and dad won't mind."

She took a while to answer, repeatedly running her fingers through my hair but while she thought about it, I listened to her heart as I could hear it beat behind her rib cage.

"Okay." She breathed. "I'd like that."