Rab/Ros Obsession.
Title: Summer Plans
Genre: General, Romance
Characters: Rosalind Bungs, Rabastan Lestrange, Rosmerta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 892 words
Summary: Rabastan and Rosalind try to make plans for the summer.
Author's Notes: Written for my Rab/Ros prompt table: #02 Summer.
Rabastan got up off the couch and located his wand among the pile of hastily discarded clothes. He shook his head. If there had been an attack...he'd never have found his wand in time. He reminded himself to never make the same mistake again. Walking over to the fireplace, he ran his free hand through his hair, trying to give it some semblance of order. He found his reflection in a plate on the mantle and frowned at it. His reflection almost looked happy and carefree. He shook his head again. He couldn't afford to be either. He murmured a spell and a fire blazed to life in the hearth.
"Mmm..." Rosalind mumbled appreciatively as she looked at her lover's well-toned backside.
Rabastan turned around and Rosalind decided she liked this view even better. He walked closer. "Did I wake you?"
"Careful, Rabastan, I might start thinking you cared," she said sleepily. "But, no...it's all right," she sat up, pulling the blanket with her. Rabastan took a seat on the couch and crossed his legs. He hooked his arms on the back of the couch and looked at the fire.
Rosalind looked at him. She knew very little of the burden he carried. She only knew that it was something that had changed the teasing, taunting Rabastan she knew into someone more brooding...more serious. He wouldn't tell her what exactly he was doing, but she knew that she couldn't help him even if she did. The only thing she could do was give him a momentary reprieve. The short, brief moment where he'd be lost inside her was all she had to offer.
"Let's go away this summer," she said.
Rabastan turned to look at her. "Where?"
"I don't know, just away. Somewhere. Anywhere," she smiled. Anywhere you can be mine again.
Rabastan turned back to the fire. "I can't. I have work."
"Work," Rosalind muttered.
"Yes, work. It's quite necessary when you leave that little fairytale land you call Hogwarts," he said brusquely.
Rosalind looked at him and tried not to get hurt. "By work you mean Tom Riddle," she said.
"Just because it involves Tom doesn't mean it's any less true," Rabastan told the fire. "I work for him."
"All right," Rosalind said, unable to keep the dejection out of her voice. "It was just an idea."
Rabastan turned to look at her. "Why are you crying? I have work. I can't do anything about it."
"Sod off," Rosalind said as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. "I'm not crying. I don't cry."
"Very well," Rabastan said as he turned his head to look straight ahead.
A muffled sentence came from his right. Rabastan turned to look at Rosalind, who had placed her head in her knees.
"What?"
"I said...just be careful, all right?" Rosalind snapped.
Rabastan smiled. "Careful, Lind, I might start thinking you cared."
Rosalind stood up. "Yeah, we can't let that happen, now can we?" she muttered as she started picking her clothes up.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to fairytale land. I've got class," she declared as she pulled her skirt on.
"Are you angry with me?" Rabastan asked, watching as she buttoned her shirt.
"No, Rab," she said, tossing a pair of jeans to the side as she looked for her tie. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with myself, I'm angry with Tom Riddle, but I could never be angry with you. Because I've gone and lost my head and fallen in love with you. Oh, goddammit, just owl me the stupid tie if you find it," she said, flustered. She stalked over to the fireplace and grabbed a fistful of Floo Powder.
She felt him grab her wrist. "You very well know I mean it when I say I just can't up and leave," he muttered. "Doesn't mean you can't visit me over the summer."
"I'm going to France with my family. I was just talking nonsense," she answered as she jerked her arm away and tossed the magical dust into the flames. "Three Broomsticks Inn!" she announced before walking into the flames.
Rabastan watched as the flames turned back to normal. He paced momentarily before pulling his jeans on. He was probably going to regret this. He turned on the spot. A small pop and he was at the Three Broomsticks.
"Thanks, Rosmerta," he saw Rosalind wave to the inn's proprietor.
"Honey, if you're travelling over there on a school night, it must be getting serious," Rosmerta scolded, holding a broom.
Rosalind smiled. "It isn't what you think. He has problems. I like to think I can help."
"Tut," Rosmerta shook her head. "I'd hate to say this, but just keep your head in check and don't go losing your heart to him."
"Far too late for that warning, Rosmerta," Rosalind said pleasantly. "I'm already in love with him, but it's all right. I'm not expecting him to love me back."
"And when he marries that pureblood lady?"
Rosalind shrugged. "I've still got a few more years until he meets her," she laughed. "I'll stick it out until the bitter---what the hell? How long have you been standing there?" she glared at the shirtless, barefoot man.
"I guess I can take a week off. What do you think about Fiji?"
Genre: General, Romance
Characters: Rosalind Bungs, Rabastan Lestrange, Rosmerta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 892 words
Summary: Rabastan and Rosalind try to make plans for the summer.
Author's Notes: Written for my Rab/Ros prompt table: #02 Summer.
Rabastan got up off the couch and located his wand among the pile of hastily discarded clothes. He shook his head. If there had been an attack...he'd never have found his wand in time. He reminded himself to never make the same mistake again. Walking over to the fireplace, he ran his free hand through his hair, trying to give it some semblance of order. He found his reflection in a plate on the mantle and frowned at it. His reflection almost looked happy and carefree. He shook his head again. He couldn't afford to be either. He murmured a spell and a fire blazed to life in the hearth.
"Mmm..." Rosalind mumbled appreciatively as she looked at her lover's well-toned backside.
Rabastan turned around and Rosalind decided she liked this view even better. He walked closer. "Did I wake you?"
"Careful, Rabastan, I might start thinking you cared," she said sleepily. "But, no...it's all right," she sat up, pulling the blanket with her. Rabastan took a seat on the couch and crossed his legs. He hooked his arms on the back of the couch and looked at the fire.
Rosalind looked at him. She knew very little of the burden he carried. She only knew that it was something that had changed the teasing, taunting Rabastan she knew into someone more brooding...more serious. He wouldn't tell her what exactly he was doing, but she knew that she couldn't help him even if she did. The only thing she could do was give him a momentary reprieve. The short, brief moment where he'd be lost inside her was all she had to offer.
"Let's go away this summer," she said.
Rabastan turned to look at her. "Where?"
"I don't know, just away. Somewhere. Anywhere," she smiled. Anywhere you can be mine again.
Rabastan turned back to the fire. "I can't. I have work."
"Work," Rosalind muttered.
"Yes, work. It's quite necessary when you leave that little fairytale land you call Hogwarts," he said brusquely.
Rosalind looked at him and tried not to get hurt. "By work you mean Tom Riddle," she said.
"Just because it involves Tom doesn't mean it's any less true," Rabastan told the fire. "I work for him."
"All right," Rosalind said, unable to keep the dejection out of her voice. "It was just an idea."
Rabastan turned to look at her. "Why are you crying? I have work. I can't do anything about it."
"Sod off," Rosalind said as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. "I'm not crying. I don't cry."
"Very well," Rabastan said as he turned his head to look straight ahead.
A muffled sentence came from his right. Rabastan turned to look at Rosalind, who had placed her head in her knees.
"What?"
"I said...just be careful, all right?" Rosalind snapped.
Rabastan smiled. "Careful, Lind, I might start thinking you cared."
Rosalind stood up. "Yeah, we can't let that happen, now can we?" she muttered as she started picking her clothes up.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to fairytale land. I've got class," she declared as she pulled her skirt on.
"Are you angry with me?" Rabastan asked, watching as she buttoned her shirt.
"No, Rab," she said, tossing a pair of jeans to the side as she looked for her tie. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with myself, I'm angry with Tom Riddle, but I could never be angry with you. Because I've gone and lost my head and fallen in love with you. Oh, goddammit, just owl me the stupid tie if you find it," she said, flustered. She stalked over to the fireplace and grabbed a fistful of Floo Powder.
She felt him grab her wrist. "You very well know I mean it when I say I just can't up and leave," he muttered. "Doesn't mean you can't visit me over the summer."
"I'm going to France with my family. I was just talking nonsense," she answered as she jerked her arm away and tossed the magical dust into the flames. "Three Broomsticks Inn!" she announced before walking into the flames.
Rabastan watched as the flames turned back to normal. He paced momentarily before pulling his jeans on. He was probably going to regret this. He turned on the spot. A small pop and he was at the Three Broomsticks.
"Thanks, Rosmerta," he saw Rosalind wave to the inn's proprietor.
"Honey, if you're travelling over there on a school night, it must be getting serious," Rosmerta scolded, holding a broom.
Rosalind smiled. "It isn't what you think. He has problems. I like to think I can help."
"Tut," Rosmerta shook her head. "I'd hate to say this, but just keep your head in check and don't go losing your heart to him."
"Far too late for that warning, Rosmerta," Rosalind said pleasantly. "I'm already in love with him, but it's all right. I'm not expecting him to love me back."
"And when he marries that pureblood lady?"
Rosalind shrugged. "I've still got a few more years until he meets her," she laughed. "I'll stick it out until the bitter---what the hell? How long have you been standing there?" she glared at the shirtless, barefoot man.
"I guess I can take a week off. What do you think about Fiji?"