Rosé Miniseries

what's that on your neck (requested)

"Rosie," You blissfully sighed as she softly kissed your neck.

It's late, well after midnight, but you and Rosé aren't planning on going to sleep anytime soon.

You're too busy making out to do that.

Your fingers are tangled in her hair as her lips brush against your neck, leaving marks along your skin and bringing you intense bliss.

"You like that, baby girl?" She asked as she smirked against your neck.

Her name left your lips and she shushed you softly in response.

"Shh, Lily is sleeping just across the hall. You're going to wake her if you keep saying my name so loudly. We don't want that, do we? Then our fun has to come to an end."

You quickly shook your head and she smirked once more before she continued to kiss your neck, leaving several hickeys behind.

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That's how most of your night was spent.

Making out under the blankets with her name practically repeatedly blissfully falling from your lips as she left hickey after hickey across every inch of your skin.

The morning came before you knew it and Rosie was waking you up, saying she was making breakfast for the three of you to share on this lovely morning.

You got out of bed, not even thinking about the marks on your neck and needing to hide them from your little and curious young child.

You just went downstairs and kissed Rosie on the lips before making your way over to Lily.

"Good morning, sweetheart." You said as you kissed her head. "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes," Rosé said.

"Yummy." You replied. "Thank you for making us breakfast."

"No problem, my love." She smiled and leaned over to kiss your neck.

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and you were just about to take a drink when your daughter asked you something shocking.

"Mommy? What's that on your neck?"

You put your water back down and looked at Rosé with wide eyes, only to find her trying, but failing, to hold in her laughter.

"Is it a bruise?"

"Uh," You paused as you tried to think of an excuse. "Yes. Mommy accidentally hurt herself."

"On your neck, baby?" Rosie teasingly asked.

"Yes." You said through your clenched teeth as you looked at her and then at Lily. "I hurt myself with... my curling iron."

"Creative." Rosie chuckled.

"Are you okay?" Lily asked with worried eyes.

"Yeah, honey, I'm perfectly okay. It doesn't even hurt. Mommy's fine."

"That's funny. She's calling you mommy now and you were calling me mommy last night." Rosé mumbled to herself.

"Rosie!" You said, lightly smacking her arm. "Not in front of Lily."

"Whatever you say." She said as she smirked to herself and kept cooking, all while Lily kept asking questions and embarrassing you even more.