30days number 7
Title: There is no excuse for foul language
Theme: Light in the Dark
Rating: R
Warnings: mildly graphic sex scene, swearing.
There is no excuse for foul language.
“I don’t know why we have to do this,” Scorpius grumbled.
“Oh come on,” Rose smiled into the darkness. “Don’t tell you’re scared?”
“No!” came the indignant reply. She chuckled and he muttered something under his breath, too low for her to hear. They were taking part in the monthly simulation training for Unspeakables. Rose didn’t mind the training - it had a practical purpose, after all, helping to prepare them for what lay ahead. The last simulation had taken them to an old building, where the walls and ceiling groaned and she kept waiting for the whole place to fall down around them. Partners were rotated and this was the first time she had been paired with Scorpius. Usually quiet and aloof, his anxiety surprised her.
This month’s simulation scenario was completely in the dark. They were trapped in a room without the use of magic; there was no electricity, no lamps, and no candles. To escape the confines of the room, they had to rely on their senses and their raw intelligence. They had an hour in which to complete their mission.
Rose ran her hand along a wall, feeling for any tell-tale cracks that might indicate a way out. “Are you going to help me?” she asked, her voice oddly disjointed in the black space. She couldn’t see Scorpius but she could sense him; he didn’t seem to have moved since they were thrust into the darkness less what couldn’t be more than ten minutes ago.
He sighed and she heard him move. Too quickly; he crashed into her, her nose smashing against his chest. “Watch where you’re going, Weasley!”
“You watch where you’re going,” she shot back, rubbing at her face.
“So how are we supposed to do this exactly?” he said. “Do we just look for a door and that’s it?”
Rose shook her head and then remembered he couldn’t see her. “We have to find the right door. Remember, not all doors will lead us out.”
They worked in silence, each moving slowly through the darkness. She found a table, a chair, a window pane, but no door.
“So why’d you want to be an Unspeakable?” Scorpius asked her suddenly from across the room.
“Something different,” she answered, turning in the direction of his voice. “The Auror ranks were too full of Weasley-Potters. The family needed to branch out. Have you found anything yet?”
“No.”
Rose edged her way around the table using fingertips as her guide, moving towards his voice. “Why did you join?”
“Something different,” Scorpius replied. “I didn’t want to live off daddy’s money forever.”
She gave a short bark of laughter. “I guess not, though I’m sure you have a nice trust fund waiting for you in Gringotts.”
“I’m sure you do too,” he retorted, mildly petulant.
Rose blinked. “True.” She held her hands out from her body, taking small steps forward, a cry escaping her lips as she stumbled and crashed to her knees. “Crap.” She heard his feet move and experienced a moment of terror; she would never admit it to him, but she was moderately uncomfortable with being rendered so blind.
“Weasley?”
“Here,” she called, lifting her head. She frowned as she collided with something very warm and soft. Puzzled, she bit back on her instinct to scramble away, raising her hands to explore. “Oh!” It was suddenly unmistakable where she had ended up putting her nose.
“While you’re down there,” Scorpius said.
She thought about biting him but decided that would be unprofessional. Instead, she used his trousers as leverage and pulled herself to her feet, seeing as though he didn’t offer his hands at all. She couldn’t help on her journey upwards but notice how firm he was beneath his clothes; how the long and lean the muscles on his thighs were and how taut his arse was.
“Charming, Malfoy,” she said when she was upright. “Do you say that to all the girls?”
He snickered. “I bet you’re blushing.”
“Why would I be blushing?” Not being able to see his face was driving her nuts. She could imagine his expression - the way his eyebrows would lift and the little smirk that would grace his lips.
“I never figured you’d be one to get on your knees.”
“You don’t know a thing about me, do you?” she answered sweetly, liking the sound of his breath hitching in his throat. “That’s not to say I’d get on my knees for you, Malfoy. Now, let’s find our way out of here.”
She moved to the left but he was there, his long arms blocking her path. She could hear his breathing, deep and heavy, and could hear the faint beat of his heart. She swallowed. She could smell him - the rich scent of his aftershave and the smell of his shampoo mingled with the minute trace of the coffee she’d seen him drink before they went into the room. She inhaled and against her common sense, felt herself begin to tremble.
Instinctively, she moved backwards and he followed, drawn to her although he could not see her. She reached out, touched his chest, and ran her hands up until she found his face and he stood still and let her fingers trace the lines of his features. His hands moved over her and she closed her eyes as he skimmed the outline of her breasts and her waist.
His hands gripped her hips, resting there a moment before he groaned, pulling her close. She was hyperaware of every part of her body where his touched her: of his hands and the strength there; his chest, his hips and his thigh, which he slowly edged between hers. Her back touched the wall as one of his hands moved down to cup her backside. She knew she should edge away from him but instead, she pushed herself into his hand.
“Do you still want to get out of here?” he asked her, his breath tickling her throat. Numbly, she shook her head.
“No.”
She sensed him grin and then, his lips were on her throat and she tipped her head back.
“You can touch me, if you want,” he said, lifting his head from her neck.
“I’m rather enjoying this, actually.”
“Touch me, Rose,” he growled, nipping at her collarbone and her hands moved of their own accord, travelling across the plains of his shoulders, into his hair, down the long stretch of his back. She untucked his shirt and he groaned as her fingers found the skin on his hips. After exploring him, she undid his belt and tore his zip open, pausing a moment before slipping her hand inside.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Don’t swear,” she chastised as he pulled at her blouse; buttons popped and shot off into the darkness like bullets. She heard one hit the wall and giggled.
“You’ve got your hand in my pants and you’re telling me not to swear?” he ground out, pressing her harder into the wall. “I think, under the current circumstances, I’m allowed a little freedom.”
“There is no excuse for foul language,” she said breathlessly as he pulled her blouse down her arms. She freed one sleeve and left the shirt dangling from her occupied wrist. His hands went to work on the zipper on her skirt; he cursed again when it wouldn’t budge. She chuckled, releasing him to help with her zip. “It’s stuck.”
He growled, giving up and pushing her skirt up over her hips. “How much time do you reckon we have left?”
“Not much,” she gasped, wriggling out of her knickers.
“I don’t even like you,” he whispered. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her.
“I don’t like you either,” she retorted. “Just get on with it.”
It had been a long time since she’d been shagged; her last boyfriend was not overly skilled in the bedroom, and Rose closed her eyes, thanking every deity she could recall for the fact that Scorpius knew exactly what he was doing.
Her head stung from where it hit the wall, she knew she’d have bruises on her arse but she didn’t care one bit. Nor did she care that she was shagging a man she’d had no cause to think about as anything more than a colleague until this very moment. She tightened her knees, let her head fall onto his shoulder and sank her teeth into the skin of his neck. He hissed in her ear, lifted her higher and proceeded to steal the very breath from her lungs.
Time had ceased to make sense and she had no idea how long they’d been in there or how long she’d been partially naked. A beeping sounded through the darkness, messing with the roaring in her ears and Rose groaned. Her legs felt heavy, her knees turned to jelly. A light suddenly switched on and they both blinked as their eyes adjusted. Scorpius swore again and let her quickly down the wall, holding her steady. She had a moment to take in his messy hair and plump lips, the toned muscle on his chest and shoulders and then, the door they had failed to find was swinging open. Rose’s stomach plummeted as a head appeared in the open doorway and the voice of their supervisor echoed through the room.
“Oh fuck.”
Theme: Light in the Dark
Rating: R
Warnings: mildly graphic sex scene, swearing.
There is no excuse for foul language.
“I don’t know why we have to do this,” Scorpius grumbled.
“Oh come on,” Rose smiled into the darkness. “Don’t tell you’re scared?”
“No!” came the indignant reply. She chuckled and he muttered something under his breath, too low for her to hear. They were taking part in the monthly simulation training for Unspeakables. Rose didn’t mind the training - it had a practical purpose, after all, helping to prepare them for what lay ahead. The last simulation had taken them to an old building, where the walls and ceiling groaned and she kept waiting for the whole place to fall down around them. Partners were rotated and this was the first time she had been paired with Scorpius. Usually quiet and aloof, his anxiety surprised her.
This month’s simulation scenario was completely in the dark. They were trapped in a room without the use of magic; there was no electricity, no lamps, and no candles. To escape the confines of the room, they had to rely on their senses and their raw intelligence. They had an hour in which to complete their mission.
Rose ran her hand along a wall, feeling for any tell-tale cracks that might indicate a way out. “Are you going to help me?” she asked, her voice oddly disjointed in the black space. She couldn’t see Scorpius but she could sense him; he didn’t seem to have moved since they were thrust into the darkness less what couldn’t be more than ten minutes ago.
He sighed and she heard him move. Too quickly; he crashed into her, her nose smashing against his chest. “Watch where you’re going, Weasley!”
“You watch where you’re going,” she shot back, rubbing at her face.
“So how are we supposed to do this exactly?” he said. “Do we just look for a door and that’s it?”
Rose shook her head and then remembered he couldn’t see her. “We have to find the right door. Remember, not all doors will lead us out.”
They worked in silence, each moving slowly through the darkness. She found a table, a chair, a window pane, but no door.
“So why’d you want to be an Unspeakable?” Scorpius asked her suddenly from across the room.
“Something different,” she answered, turning in the direction of his voice. “The Auror ranks were too full of Weasley-Potters. The family needed to branch out. Have you found anything yet?”
“No.”
Rose edged her way around the table using fingertips as her guide, moving towards his voice. “Why did you join?”
“Something different,” Scorpius replied. “I didn’t want to live off daddy’s money forever.”
She gave a short bark of laughter. “I guess not, though I’m sure you have a nice trust fund waiting for you in Gringotts.”
“I’m sure you do too,” he retorted, mildly petulant.
Rose blinked. “True.” She held her hands out from her body, taking small steps forward, a cry escaping her lips as she stumbled and crashed to her knees. “Crap.” She heard his feet move and experienced a moment of terror; she would never admit it to him, but she was moderately uncomfortable with being rendered so blind.
“Weasley?”
“Here,” she called, lifting her head. She frowned as she collided with something very warm and soft. Puzzled, she bit back on her instinct to scramble away, raising her hands to explore. “Oh!” It was suddenly unmistakable where she had ended up putting her nose.
“While you’re down there,” Scorpius said.
She thought about biting him but decided that would be unprofessional. Instead, she used his trousers as leverage and pulled herself to her feet, seeing as though he didn’t offer his hands at all. She couldn’t help on her journey upwards but notice how firm he was beneath his clothes; how the long and lean the muscles on his thighs were and how taut his arse was.
“Charming, Malfoy,” she said when she was upright. “Do you say that to all the girls?”
He snickered. “I bet you’re blushing.”
“Why would I be blushing?” Not being able to see his face was driving her nuts. She could imagine his expression - the way his eyebrows would lift and the little smirk that would grace his lips.
“I never figured you’d be one to get on your knees.”
“You don’t know a thing about me, do you?” she answered sweetly, liking the sound of his breath hitching in his throat. “That’s not to say I’d get on my knees for you, Malfoy. Now, let’s find our way out of here.”
She moved to the left but he was there, his long arms blocking her path. She could hear his breathing, deep and heavy, and could hear the faint beat of his heart. She swallowed. She could smell him - the rich scent of his aftershave and the smell of his shampoo mingled with the minute trace of the coffee she’d seen him drink before they went into the room. She inhaled and against her common sense, felt herself begin to tremble.
Instinctively, she moved backwards and he followed, drawn to her although he could not see her. She reached out, touched his chest, and ran her hands up until she found his face and he stood still and let her fingers trace the lines of his features. His hands moved over her and she closed her eyes as he skimmed the outline of her breasts and her waist.
His hands gripped her hips, resting there a moment before he groaned, pulling her close. She was hyperaware of every part of her body where his touched her: of his hands and the strength there; his chest, his hips and his thigh, which he slowly edged between hers. Her back touched the wall as one of his hands moved down to cup her backside. She knew she should edge away from him but instead, she pushed herself into his hand.
“Do you still want to get out of here?” he asked her, his breath tickling her throat. Numbly, she shook her head.
“No.”
She sensed him grin and then, his lips were on her throat and she tipped her head back.
“You can touch me, if you want,” he said, lifting his head from her neck.
“I’m rather enjoying this, actually.”
“Touch me, Rose,” he growled, nipping at her collarbone and her hands moved of their own accord, travelling across the plains of his shoulders, into his hair, down the long stretch of his back. She untucked his shirt and he groaned as her fingers found the skin on his hips. After exploring him, she undid his belt and tore his zip open, pausing a moment before slipping her hand inside.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Don’t swear,” she chastised as he pulled at her blouse; buttons popped and shot off into the darkness like bullets. She heard one hit the wall and giggled.
“You’ve got your hand in my pants and you’re telling me not to swear?” he ground out, pressing her harder into the wall. “I think, under the current circumstances, I’m allowed a little freedom.”
“There is no excuse for foul language,” she said breathlessly as he pulled her blouse down her arms. She freed one sleeve and left the shirt dangling from her occupied wrist. His hands went to work on the zipper on her skirt; he cursed again when it wouldn’t budge. She chuckled, releasing him to help with her zip. “It’s stuck.”
He growled, giving up and pushing her skirt up over her hips. “How much time do you reckon we have left?”
“Not much,” she gasped, wriggling out of her knickers.
“I don’t even like you,” he whispered. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her.
“I don’t like you either,” she retorted. “Just get on with it.”
It had been a long time since she’d been shagged; her last boyfriend was not overly skilled in the bedroom, and Rose closed her eyes, thanking every deity she could recall for the fact that Scorpius knew exactly what he was doing.
Her head stung from where it hit the wall, she knew she’d have bruises on her arse but she didn’t care one bit. Nor did she care that she was shagging a man she’d had no cause to think about as anything more than a colleague until this very moment. She tightened her knees, let her head fall onto his shoulder and sank her teeth into the skin of his neck. He hissed in her ear, lifted her higher and proceeded to steal the very breath from her lungs.
Time had ceased to make sense and she had no idea how long they’d been in there or how long she’d been partially naked. A beeping sounded through the darkness, messing with the roaring in her ears and Rose groaned. Her legs felt heavy, her knees turned to jelly. A light suddenly switched on and they both blinked as their eyes adjusted. Scorpius swore again and let her quickly down the wall, holding her steady. She had a moment to take in his messy hair and plump lips, the toned muscle on his chest and shoulders and then, the door they had failed to find was swinging open. Rose’s stomach plummeted as a head appeared in the open doorway and the voice of their supervisor echoed through the room.
“Oh fuck.”