number 5 for 30days
Title: Towels and Bad Lunches
Theme: Gift
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild sexual situation
Towels and bad lunches
“I have something for you.” The announcement made her jump. Sitting on the lounge in her cousin’s flat she hadn’t heard him come in. She eyed him suspiciously, wondering what he was up to and wondering why he was wearing a towel and nothing else.
The last time Scorpius had something for her they were twelve and the something turned out to be a bag of Mexican Fire Ants. Somehow, he thought he was being funny.
The last time she had seen him in a towel had been two weeks ago, when she burst into the bathroom, about to throw up Albus’ dreadful cooking. Scorpius had just stepped out of the shower; through the steam Rose caught a glimpse of his long, lean back and his tussled, damp hair. He’d met her eyes in the mirror, raised an eyebrow and she’d barged past him to stick her head in the toilet.
They hadn’t spoken since then, even though Rose spent almost more time at Albus’ than she did her own place, owing to unbearable flatmates. She considered it a small sacrifice to have to be in Scorpius’ company every now and again.
Rose turned back to her book. “Where’s Al?”
“Out.”
“And you’re not with him? Aren’t you two the perfect double-act?”
He was still leaning in the doorway and she glanced at him quickly, noticing the typical raised eyebrow and the knowing smirk she wanted to smash off his face. “What do you mean?”
“Idiocy doesn’t become you,” she snorted. “And why are you practically naked?”
“I do live here, Rose.”
She laughed. “So you’re a nudist? Go figure. Does Al know?”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you want your gift or not?”
Still laughing, she nodded, tossing her book aside and twisting her body to face him. “Sure, why not. This day can’t get any worse.” Her laughter died away when he reached for the edge of his towel. “What are you doing?”
He let the towel slip a little, exposing a slender, sharp-boned hip.
“Malfoy, what you do in your own time is completely up to you,” she attempted to joke, but she couldn’t help the tightness in her throat, the sweat that pooled on the back of her neck or the thud-thud of her heart as she looked at him.
She’d always thought he was attractive - it had been a pity he didn’t have a personality that matched his looks.
“Rose, do you remember that time, when we were kids, that I...”
“Yes,” she squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “I do. But what has that got to do with anything?”
“I figured it was about time I made it up to you,” he said simply and before she could stop him, he’d let the towel fall and she could see absolutely everything he had. She couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop her eyes from travelling over his body. She was mildly irked that he just stood there and let her look her fill. He wasn’t ashamed in the slightest and she forced herself to raise her eyes to her face. He was watching her closely, a little smile on his lips and she laughed softly, deciding she may as well go for it, because by next week he’d have some floozy in his bed.
“So what exactly do you want to give me again?”
Theme: Gift
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild sexual situation
Towels and bad lunches
“I have something for you.” The announcement made her jump. Sitting on the lounge in her cousin’s flat she hadn’t heard him come in. She eyed him suspiciously, wondering what he was up to and wondering why he was wearing a towel and nothing else.
The last time Scorpius had something for her they were twelve and the something turned out to be a bag of Mexican Fire Ants. Somehow, he thought he was being funny.
The last time she had seen him in a towel had been two weeks ago, when she burst into the bathroom, about to throw up Albus’ dreadful cooking. Scorpius had just stepped out of the shower; through the steam Rose caught a glimpse of his long, lean back and his tussled, damp hair. He’d met her eyes in the mirror, raised an eyebrow and she’d barged past him to stick her head in the toilet.
They hadn’t spoken since then, even though Rose spent almost more time at Albus’ than she did her own place, owing to unbearable flatmates. She considered it a small sacrifice to have to be in Scorpius’ company every now and again.
Rose turned back to her book. “Where’s Al?”
“Out.”
“And you’re not with him? Aren’t you two the perfect double-act?”
He was still leaning in the doorway and she glanced at him quickly, noticing the typical raised eyebrow and the knowing smirk she wanted to smash off his face. “What do you mean?”
“Idiocy doesn’t become you,” she snorted. “And why are you practically naked?”
“I do live here, Rose.”
She laughed. “So you’re a nudist? Go figure. Does Al know?”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you want your gift or not?”
Still laughing, she nodded, tossing her book aside and twisting her body to face him. “Sure, why not. This day can’t get any worse.” Her laughter died away when he reached for the edge of his towel. “What are you doing?”
He let the towel slip a little, exposing a slender, sharp-boned hip.
“Malfoy, what you do in your own time is completely up to you,” she attempted to joke, but she couldn’t help the tightness in her throat, the sweat that pooled on the back of her neck or the thud-thud of her heart as she looked at him.
She’d always thought he was attractive - it had been a pity he didn’t have a personality that matched his looks.
“Rose, do you remember that time, when we were kids, that I...”
“Yes,” she squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “I do. But what has that got to do with anything?”
“I figured it was about time I made it up to you,” he said simply and before she could stop him, he’d let the towel fall and she could see absolutely everything he had. She couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop her eyes from travelling over his body. She was mildly irked that he just stood there and let her look her fill. He wasn’t ashamed in the slightest and she forced herself to raise her eyes to her face. He was watching her closely, a little smile on his lips and she laughed softly, deciding she may as well go for it, because by next week he’d have some floozy in his bed.
“So what exactly do you want to give me again?”