In which a girl and boy find themselves in a marriage. Who will find themselves saying the four letter 'L' word first...?
Based on my One-shot | 'Arranged' (parts 1 and 2). Don't have to have already read.
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[Regulus Black x OC]
All rights and cre...
Light seeped through a gap in the curtain. My eyes scrunched as I wished the light away. Sadly, it stayed. Gaining consciousness of my body, I noticed an arm was strung along my waist. A man's arm. And my legs were entwined with someone else's. Then last night caught up with me.
I knew my face was red, and was ever so glad Regulus was still asleep. Shivering slightly, I noticed that we were laying on the doona, with no sheet or anything covering us. Covering our naked bodies. Realising that Regulus - my husband - was in fact, actually naked, I took some time to appreciate his body. I didn't see any off it last night, and if it looked as good as it felt, I was definitely going to hell.
Merlin. How can a man look so fucking handsome?!
Even his hair, while bedridden (and tugged on), looked perfect. My eyes drifted from his face down his chest. He had certainly gained the famous 'Black' genes.
"I can feel you staring." A morning voice exclaimed, waking me from my thoughts.
"Simply admiring. Am I not allowed to?" I have no idea where all the confidence suddenly came from when I answered.
"Feel free. As long as I can reciprocate the actions." Blushing heavily at his words, I made to sit up, my hair falling like a curtain around my face. The air seemed to get colder as it touched more of my skin, causing goose bumps to scatter over my skin.
"Here." Regulus placed a blanket over my shoulders, sitting up beside me. I smiled gratefully, using it to cover my chest and private parts. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen though...
"About last night..." I started nervously, "we don't need to do anything like that again. I mean, we kind of had to consummate the marriage, and I don't want to simply have a marriage built on sex. By that I don't mean I didn't enjoy it - I did. I just- it's your choice not just mine and-"
He stopped my rambling, "I enjoyed it too."
"So... we both enjoyed it."
"I guess so." He responded, grey eyes looking into mine.
After a while I spoke, "I'll just go and, you know..." I motioned to the bathroom, tugging the blanket around me tighter fearing it would fall.
"Roselyn!" He burst out as I opened the bathroom door, stopping me from walking in. I focused on his face, determined to not let my eyes drop as he was still strip naked.
"I'll meet you in the dinning room for breakfast." I nodded, hurrying into the bathroom.
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Once dressed in a V-neck flowy green dress, I set about walking down the stairs and to the dinning room. It was hardly long before I found myself where I needed to be. Regulus was sat at the end of the table, in front of him a plate of food, reading the Daily Prophet.
Seeing a second plate beside him, I sat down before it. Now up close, I could see the paper reporting the number dead. Voldemort. They'd attacking again - at least Regulus wasn't one of them, since he was with me all night.
My eyes suddenly widened. His long-sleeved black shirt was rolled up; the death eater mark visible for all to see. I knew I shouldn't be shocked, but the fact that I was actually seeing it clearly made my blood cold. Tearing my eyes away before he noticed my gaze, I started eating.
"This came for you." Regulus spoke abruptly, passing me a sealed envelope with the St Mungo's symbol. Opening it curiously, I honestly felt my heart skip a beat.
What...?
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