Loving in Scarlet {Book Two in the Loving Series}

Chapter Two ~ Well, Bugger

Chapter Two

Well, Bugger

       The toilet was Rose’s new best friend.

She’d woken up, content with just snuggling close to Scorpius for the next ten minutes before they had to get up; but as she’d turned over to face him a wave of nausea had hit her. She’d practically flown to the bathroom, kneeling in front the porcelain throne. Scorpius followed her in, holding her hair up and rubbing her back, whispering soothing comforts.

“I hate being sick.” She groaned as Scorpius handed her a glass of water.

“I know love,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bath tub as she leaned against his knees “Why don’t you just stay home today? I’ll charm the kettle to never run out of tea for you, and I’ll pop in at lunch.”

“Okay,” she said miserably “As long as I can blame it all on your Grandmother.”

Chuckling, Scorpius smoothed out her curls, wild and especially red in the early morning “Of course, just feel better.”

Rose sighed and tipped her head back and Scorpius leaned down to press his lips to hers “I’ll try my best.”

“You better,” he deepened their kiss, and Rose reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair. Somehow Scorp managed her into his arms and carried her to their bed, lips barely leaving hers for a moment. He lay her back down on the bed and backed away as she pouted, red lips seductive; Scorp longed to go back to her, hold her close and kiss her-her breathe was minty after having a mint, and that made her somehow even more alluring.

“Come back to bed.” She practically ordered, going on her knees and slowly unbuttoning the large white button down shirt she liked to sleep in-it had once been Scorp’s, but she’d stolen it.

Scorp had to shake his head like a dog to resist the urge to tackle Rose as the shirt fell open “Not today Rosie; for one you’re sick, and I have to go to work.”

“I feel fine now, really!”

“No excuses,” kissing the top of her head, Scorp flicked his wand and the shirt buttoned back up again “I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

Snuggling back into bed, Rose nodded as exhaustion swept over her “Okay…love you.” She whispered, darkness tugging her heavy lids down.

The last thing she saw was Scorp’s shadowy figure in the doorway, the way his hand rested there like he didn’t want to leave. “Love you, too.”

           A blank page stared Rose down, pencil twirling in her fingers like a baton; with it she could do anything, but nothing was coming.

A cool wind brushed the loose bits of hair falling from her bun back from her face, and Rose knew Scorp would kill her if he knew she was sitting on their balcony in a Weasley jumper and jeans only. It was November, the trees bare and the smell of snow hanging in the air like a tempting kiss. Rose wished it would snow.