Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Twenty Nine

One Question

smut warning

  By the time Rosie got home from her part-time job at the Muggle bookstore, she was eager to see Tom again. Two years they had been together, and for one and a half of those years, they had been living a somewhat normal life—a life of simple happiness.

  She checked the apartment's mailbox, flicking through their bills and other letters she'd sort out later when she stumbled across an envelope from Lillian Lestrange. Her and William's address was plastered on the back. William's parents had recently passed away, leaving their mansion to William and his new wife, Lily.

  A part of Rosie felt a twinge of jealousy. It wasn't their vast wealth she envied—she was more than content with the small apartment on the outskirts of London that she shared with Tom. It was the last name they shared, the understanding and bond between Lily and William, that Rosie longed for her and Tom to share.

  She tore open the letter, reading its contents as she unlocked the door to the apartment and set her bag on the table. Letting her hair fall out of its loose bun and over her shoulders, she chuckled at a few funny remarks Lily had made about William being so busy with everything Tom was making him do. Lily wished William could be home more, and Rosie shared the same concern about Tom.

  Rosie placed the letter on the kitchen counter before heading into their bedroom. She searched through her wardrobe and quickly picked out a simple black dress to change into before Tom got home from work. In the bathroom, she leaned over the sink to apply lipstick, touched up her eyelashes, and brushed her hair to remove any knots from the stress of the day.

  The door to the apartment suddenly clicked open, and Rosie barely had time to register Tom's arrival before he called out for her.

  "Rosie?" he called, placing his briefcase on the table next to her bag. He traced her footsteps, glancing at the letter from Lily on the counter, scanning it briefly before growing bored with her friend's words. He peered into their room and then into the ensuite, raising an eyebrow upon seeing her.

  "You're early," Rosie remarked, turning to face him.

  "Couldn't wait to get home," Tom replied, his eyes trailing over her. "You look beautiful."

  Rosie smiled, feeling a flush of warmth at his words. "Just trying to make myself presentable for you."

  Tom moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You always do," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

  Rosie leaned into him, savouring the moment of closeness. "How was work?"

  "Long and tedious, as always," he said with a sigh. "Those people are rather careless in the way they govern us." He held her close to him, the only real light in his life.

  Rosie smiled and touched his face, freshly shaved from the morning before. "You will be a much greater leader, darling. That, I am sure of." 

  Tom smirked, leaning down for their lips to meet, his ears warm and flustered at her term of endearment for him. It felt so good to have his favourite person in the world on his side no matter what.

  He pulled out slowly, trying to savour her taste. "We must be leaving soon. Would you be good and grab a fresh shirt for me, love?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

  Rosie set down her hairbrush and walked away from his embrace, returning to the bathroom quickly with a dark shirt she had picked for him.

  "I'm going to put my shoes on," she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she handed him the shirt and left the room. She wanted to avoid the inevitable teasing if he caught her blushing at the sight of him changing.