-Immer Angst-

-Chapter☾ThirtyThree-

✧STILL RESTLESS PT.1✧

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Aurora Lestrange nee Black hadn't had that type of blissful sleep in years. With the accounted pregnancies, the time without Rabastan and the stress of him being chased by the Ministry had all lead to her eyelids being heavy on this morning...Of all mornings.

Although the bedsheet had covered all of her body, she felt the perfect amount of warmth radiating around her. No part of her wanted to move, but she was a curious cat. And forcing her eyes to peek open caused a sinking feeling to erupt, as well as a swelling reminder of what happened just the night before.

And it had nothing to do with the party.

Yanking up the bed cover, making sure that her breasts were hidden from the cool room's air only reminded her how much she missed this.

His heat.

His kisses.

His body.

Him.

A shakey breath had left her as she found the strength to move away, it felt like she was suffocating. Salem was simply swimming in Rabastan's scent, so she decided to opt for another warmth.

She couldn't allow herself to get used to this, used to him in this sense she meant. It was wrong and entirely unwarranted, the bond returned last night and she only sanctioned that theory when the water that just yesterday was burning hot hadn't reached the same temperature as what she had felt in bed.

Aurora found tranquility in the tub, just blocking out any and all sounds and thoughts as she processed the tidings that came since she returned to Britain.

It just felt like this whole manor was tainted, that Regulus had walked these halls, aided the twins when they were simply babes...She died in this house.

Rabastan had felt the lack of warmth damning, and it threw him for a loop that it was a tempted linger as he moved closer to claim Aurora's pillow.

However opening his eyes did he catch the sudden sight of his wife's shorts and top. Why was he sleeping on them?

In a method of confusion he rose to sit up, rolling his shoulders back did he weed out the kinks and quirks that he usually got from a long sleep.

However moving the covers away he realized he wasn't wearing anything...He didn't usually sleep in the nude, which caused him to turn stunned.

Last night they...

"Hmm." He heard his wife hum, and it alerted him to know that she was still in the same room. Or at least nearby, so he rushed to dress halfway, only to see such a similar picture of his wife in the tub.

Though it wasn't in a method of relaxation, her chin was propped on her knees. Soaking in a heavily scented bath, her eyes were closed but he could already see the redness of her skin.

She was crying this whole time.

"Rory..." He whispered, coming down to sit beside the tub did he realize that she didn't give any reaction. But that was slightly his ignorance to his wife and children's religion.
She was in a meditative state, one she mastered ages ago.

All the unwanted bits and bops were denied from her consciousness until she opened her eyes. And his mistake was that he placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her scrambled in the tub.