O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

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I KNOW IT'S A BIT OF FILLER CHAPTER, BUT IT'S WHAT I MANAGED TO WRITE. IT'S VERY ANGSTY, BUT IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE. WE JUST GET TO KNOW REGULUS A BIT MORE AND UNDERSTAND WHERE CECILIA' MIND IS.

Cecilia felt herself get younger as she giggled when Regulus fingers above hers on the piano made a move. Regulus blushed, knowing her mind was everywhere but on the song that he was trying to teach her at the piano.

"Pay attention," he said in the firmest voice he could master.

"Yes, professor," she mocked.

Regulus groaned in annoyance, though the position of power that made him have with the simple joke did make his shiver deep inside he said nothing. Cecilia seemed to have noticed anyways, chuckling with a little less enthusiasm and a bit sultrier; she always seemed to be less and less shy when the subject was sex or any sexual interaction now that he had insisted that he would not have sex with her just yet (bond and all to think about). Cecilia wasn't the type to insist on having sex with him when he had already said not, but she certainly was making it harder and harder to resist the temptation, even with the whole weight that a single night watered by desire could mean to the both of them.

He moved his fingers, finding the correct key as he hummed the song alongside the nape of her neck. She leaned against him a bit further, arching her back a bit with a sigh. He held his breath, fingers stopping – he didn't pull away, just enjoying the moment that the smell of her shampoo was so strong.

"Will you re-do your braids?" he asked, fingers leaving hers. Slowly, he dragged them over her hands and up to her arms. "Your roots are growing," he commented, dragging his fingers to her upper arms and to her shoulders, stopping when her shoulders met her neck.

"I don't know. I've been thinking of just taking them out," she admitted. "But natural hair really is harder to take care of and I... I wonder, you know? If something happens and we don't have the luxury of a house with everything, it'd get more on my way than anything."

"I, particularly, think that your hair would be the least of your worries if we were to get out of the house. I really want to see your natural hair someday, too," he said, slowly he sat beside her on the piano bench, his back to the piano. "And I think that you look really pretty with braids. So, really, either option, I'm the one gaining something from it."

"It's not really healthy doing it by magic all the time, either," she said. "And I don't know if I can find someone to braid it without putting someone in danger by going in public for hours."

She wasn't someone very well-known as someone in the Light side, but she was well-known the in the Muggle world. There were still a few articles in gossip-magazines that she had seen (the ones without pictures, because she wasn't that important, apparently) in the corner shops where people would complain that she was living her 'good, happy life' after everything that she had done to her own poor father.

"Your aunt is used to your hair texture. Isn't she the one that braids your cousin's hair?" he asked. "Why don't you ask her if she can braid yours?"

Cecilia almost smiled at his Slytherin manners. That was where he was trying to get through the flirting, seduction and smiling at her – he wanted her to have some family time. No surprise there. If her sister ever so busy with university and her being so isolated in the house even with their company, she had pulled away, still awkward around Narcissa and Draco. He wanted her out of the house so she could have a moment to breathe away from everything that was happening.

"Should I call her over?" she asked, making his plans more difficult.

"If you wish for that," he said.