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Lips Of Desire by harrypotterhugefanforever

Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 5,397
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing)

Genres: Romance
Characters: Scorpius, Lily (II), Rose, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 07/14/2008
Last Chapter: 08/09/2008
Last Updated: 08/09/2008

Summary:
Contains femslash (scenes of sexual nature) | Deditcate to chiQs09 | Banner-the_tofuubeaver



After a fight with her fiancé, Rose makes a mistake that will effect her life.  With new feelings, a wedding and the idea of a baby, Rose must decide who she wants to be with: the best friend or the fiancé.
"Your lips are all that I desire."


Chapter 1: The Mistake
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Scorpius Malfoy smiled down at the woman standing in front of him.  He was just slightly taller than her.  His grey eyes shone with love instead of the usual coldness that snuck into them sometimes.  He smiled down at his best friend, his lover, feeling the tingling feeling he felt every time those chocolate eyes pierced into his.  His hand went to her red hair and began to run his hand threw it.  He was so much in love and anyone that saw them knew that.  They fought, just like any other couple would, but he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

“I hate you for making me love you,” he whispered as he leaned down.  His hand moved from Rose’s hair, to her face, cupping it.  His thumb rubbed gently along her jaw bone, as he drew his face closer to hers.  “But I love you for making my life seem so much brighter.  I love you for saying yes; for making me the happiest man in the World.”

Rose sighed, as she felt his lips coming closer to hers.  For three years she had waited for this moment.  For three years she had longed to see the longing in his eyes; the passion.  She had waited for the question, the one that would make her say yes without hesitation: the question of marriage. His eyes made her swell up inside; her heart beat rapidly against her rib cage, making her short of breath.  His lips kissed their way along her cheek bone, slowly descending towards her lips.  He gently placed his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her head to meet his.  His lips connected with Rose’s. 

He kissed softly, applying only a little pressure.

She had given her answer, almost straight away.  There was no doubt she loved him; no doubt he would make her happy.  But there was something that made her cautious of the marriage, the joining of two families who hated the very sight of each other.

Rose sighed into his mouth.  She could feel he wanted more.  But do I, asked the voice inside.  Rose didn’t know.  She was confused.  After years of wanting this, she now had it.  She had waited years to have him for herself; years of wanting to marry him and give herself to him completely, without hesitation. Yet that voice inside had reason.  Slowly, without noticing it, her hand fell away from Scorpius’ cheek.  She raised it slowly, bringing it to contact with the jaw bone. 

Scorpius staggered from Rose, his cheek stinging from the slap he had received from her.  His grey eyes flooded with unanswered questions as he stared down at his best friend.  The clouds opened up above their heads.  Rain poured down onto the two lost souls.  “Rose?”

Rose shook her head, begging the tears not to come.  She didn’t know why she had slapped him; she still couldn’t register that she had in fact slapped Scorpius Malfoy, the love of her life.  She stared deep into his eyes, urging herself not to break down in front of him.  “I’m so sorry; I don’t know what happened.  I just don’t think...” Rose’ voice trailed off as she saw Scorpius scowl at her.  He was hurt; not physically – he was too tough for that – but mentally.  He had thought that perhaps Rose had felt the same way; that she felt that intensity of the kiss as he did.

“Rose, do you know what you want?  Do you know if you want to marry me?” yelled Scorpius.  He saw her mouth twitch, as the tears started to fall down her pail face.

“I don’t know!”

“How don’t you know?  I’ve known I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.  I’ve known all along that you were the one for me; the one I can grow old with.  When I saw you with all these other boys, I felt as if my heart had been split into a million pieces.  But when I saw you happy, I knew that being with me you wouldn’t be.  But then, you surprised me.  You came down to me tonight.  YOU looked for me.  You pledged your love for me; I didn’t go finding you.  It was sad seeing you with other people, but you being happy made me happy!  And then, you came to me.  You told me you loved me; that you wanted to share the rest of your life with me.  Yet, somehow I also knew you weren’t completely happy.  It broke me.  I asked you to marry me, and you said yes.  But I can see you regret it; don’t say you don’t, it’s in your eyes.  Why did you say yes, when you knew it wasn’t what you really wanted?  To be married to someone like me.”

“Scorpius, I’m really...”

“Save it!  I won’t marry you like this.  You were playing me all this time and until you can prove you weren’t, this wedding is cancelled, until you decide what you want.  And stop the denial.”

Scorpius stormed away from Rose in his anger.  His grey eyes blazed with hot fire.

“Scorpius, please,” yelled Rose to his fading figure.  He didn’t return.

Rose slid to the floor.  Tears trailed down her cheek, and over her jaw bone.  She had waited years to kiss his lushes lips, but now that she had gotten the chance, she felt empty.  The kiss hadn’t thrilled her as she had thought it, but it hadn’t.  Instead, it took away the happiness from her life, replacing it with fear and loneliness. “If only I had stopped when I had the chance,” she whispered to her hands, as they wiped furiously at her tears.  Already, after a few minutes in the rain, she was soaked from head to toe.  Her white blouse was already turning see-through and her jeans had begun to stick to her legs.

Arms slowly wrapped themselves around Rose’ shaking body.  Rose moved closer to the body, taking in the features.  She could tell it was a females body; although who’s it was, she didn’t know.

Shaky breathing followed as the holder pulled Rose closer to her body, laying her head on Rose’s.

Rose smiled as she was pulled closer.  Although she had no idea who it was, she felt a pleasant feeling run down her spine as she laid her head against her holder’s breast.  They were full and firm, just as Rose thought they should be.  Slowly she lifted her head and smiled as she recognized her holder: Mariah Longbottom.  She had once been Rose’s best friend, before she had moved away.  They had been close – closer than Rose had been with Scorpius and her cousin Lily.  A long time ago, when Rose had been confused about her sexuality, she had been attracted to Mariah.  Attracted to her skinny body, her full breast and the way she kissed.  It had been confusing having these attractions, but she had learnt to live with them and had moved on.  Scorpius had seen to that.

 Rose moved closer into Mariah’s embrace, wrapping her arms around her waist.  She titled her head to the side, smiling.  She licked her lips in anticipation.  Those old feelings were returning; this time much faster and scarier.  Rose knew she loved Scorpius and moments after fighting with her fiancé, she had feelings towards her old best friend.  Her life was beginning to change.

Slowly, Rose brushed her wet lips over Mariah’s.

A moment of bliss followed as Mariah returned the kiss.  Her hands moved from her embrace and trailed softly down to Rose’s waist, pulling Rose closer to her.  For all her younger years she had had feelings for Rose, some obvious while others not quite so much.  She had changed schools to escape these feelings.  It seemed as if all this was a dream, and a very sexual one at that.

“Mmmh Rose,” groaned Mariah as Rose licked her lips, asking for permission to enter.  “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Rose brushed her tongue over Mariah’s lips asking once again for permission; this time it was granted.  Her tongue began to explore her friend’s mouth, dancing with the occupant.  Her hand trailed Mariah’s cheekbone, as the other rested on Mariah’s left breast.  Mariah moaned in delight as the pad on Rose’s thumb rub against her breast.

Mariah pulled herself away from Rose, trailing kisses across her jaw bone, as her hands drew circles on the small of Rose’s back, almost lazily.  These motions made her swell inside, knowing she was about the loose control; and soon.

“Mariah, do you want to get out of this rain,” asked Rose in between kisses, as her hands wove themselves through Mariah’s long, blond tresses.  Mariah nodded her hand, as she placed kisses on Rose’s neck.  Mariah held tight onto Ginny as she disapparated to her apartment.   As soon as they had landed, Mariah started to pull Rose towards the hallway.

Rose pulled away from Mariah.  She had a look of longing and lust in her eyes, wanting something so much more to happen.  “Do you want to go to the bedroom; or to the bathroom?”

Rose smiled.  “Bedroom,” she murmured.

Mariah pulled Rose towards her bedroom.  Once at the door, she pushed her friend up against it.  She ran a hand along Rose’s inner thigh, asking for permission to continue.  Rose granted it by placing kisses along Mariah’s face, until she caught her in a spell binding kiss.  She wrapped her legs around Mariah’s waist, pulling them closer.  Mariah opened the door clumsily as she felt the passion between them growing more with every moment they wasted.  She wasted no more time by taking long strides to the bed on the other side of the room.  She not so gently placed Rose on the bed, before crawling onto her lover.

Rose moaned softly, but not so softly that Mariah didn’t hear it.  Mariah pulled Rose’s arms above her head, while trailing kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.  She slowly worked Rose’s wet t-shirt off her skin, throwing it onto a chair by the door.  She snaked her arms around to Rose’s back; her busy hand unclasping Rose’s wet bra and letting it slip over the side of her bed.  She drew her lips away from her lover’s neck, bringing them down to Rose’s left breast.  She began to kiss the softly, before drawing her lips to cover the pink tip.  Rose moaned deeply as her hand wove themselves through Mariah’s golden tresses.  Her hand moved slowly down her lover’s back, resting below her top.  She caressed Mariah’s stomach, rising higher with each round.

She slowly lifted Mariah’s top over her head, making Mariah break contact with her bare breast for a couple of seconds.

With a remarkable skill of gymnastics, Rose flipped herself on top of Mariah.  She looked down on the woman underneath her.  “How big is your bath,” Rose purred towards her lover kissing her breast.

“Large,” moaned Mariah, unaware of Rose’s intentions.

“Want a bath?” asked Rose as she hugged her lover’s waist.  Mariah nodded, pulling herself from Rose’s left breast.  She slowly got off the bed and headed towards the door on the other side of the room, grabbing Rose’s hand as she went.  Rose wrapped her arms around Mariah’s waist, walking slowly with her.  She brazed her lips across Mariah’s bare neck, moaning her name.

Once inside the bathroom, Rose took notice of the features.  Large was the understatement of the year; the room was large and the bath took up half the room.  “Just like the Prefect Bath at Hogwarts,” purred Rose, as she continued to kiss her lover’s neck.

When the water has filled the bathtub, Mariah spun around to face Rose.  She slowly sunk to her knees in front of Rose.  Her hands began to unbutton Rose’s jeans and she kissed her friend’s stomach – her tongue licking her belly button.  “Why are you back here, Mar?”

“For you; to see you before you get married.” Mariah had succeeded in unbuttoning Rose’s jeans and had begun to pull them down, with the assistance of Rose.

Once her pants were off, Mariah returned to Rose’s stomach.  She entwined her fingers through Rose’s pink tong, and began to pull them down, exposing more of Rose as she did.  With the assistance of Rose, she pulled the tong off of Rose’s legs, flinging it away as she had down with the pants.  Her mouth kissed her way up every inch of Rose’s body, lingering longer on her inner thigh.  Rose moaned as her lover caressed her exposed thigh.

Slowly, Mariah returned to Rose’s mouth, but felt it leave as Rose shimmied down her body to her mini skirt.  With once swift motion Rose pulled of Mariah’s skirt, chucking it onto her own pile of clothes.  She returned to Mariah’s inner thigh, rubbing one hand on her right thigh as the other wound themselves threw Mariah’s black, satin knickers.  She let out her own moan as she pulled down the knickers, following them with kisses.

They soon stood facing each other, staring down at each other’s body.  Rose took a step forward, but instead of kissing Mariah, she walked past her and climbed into the bath.  The water immediately covered her naked body as she waded over to the other side of the bath, where she sat down on the edge; the water still covered her body.  Mariah smiled and walked calmly to the edge, before diving into the deep end.

She swam towards Rose under the water, smiling as she knew what was going to happen.

Mariah brought her head above water.  She was taller than Rose, so more of her body could be seen over the water.  Rose smiled as she looked at her lover’s breast.  She closed her eyes, knowing she was about to betray the love of her life; but the moment died and she was once again wanting for from the former friend.  As her eyes opened, she saw Mariah closer than she had been before – this time only a couple of metres away, which she closed within a few seconds.  She placed her small hands on Rose’s thigh, rubbing them softly, making Rose moan in delight.  Mariah lent her head, brushing her lips over Rose’s.  A soft moan escaped her lips, turning into a purr when Rose slid her hands onto her waist.

Mariah brought Rose’s lower lip into her mouth, sucking it quietly.  Rose felt light headed as she sunk lower into the bath, her head resting just below Mariah’s right breast.  She brought the pink tip into her mouth, while her hands explored her lover’s inner thigh.  Mariah rested her head on Rose’s, while she squirmed, asking for more.  She slowly shimmied down Rose’s body, to her lips connected once again with Rose’s. 

She turned them around, pushing Rose up against the edge of the bath.  Her hands caressed Rose’s breast as her tongue explored Rose’s mouth.  Again, she disconnected her lips from her lover’s.  She dragged Rose towards the middle of the bath, where she wrapped her legs around Rose’s, while dragging her nails down her lover’s back.  Rose arched forward for more contact, a soft purr escaping her kiss swollen lips as Mariah dragged her nails down her back.  Mariah started to kiss Rose’s neck, while Rose walked them back over to the edge.  Once at the edge she placed Mariah onto the edge, looking up at her naked body.  She took in every feature; every curve, bump and line.  She had a terrific body, Rose thought as she remembered her body.  She began to blush a little, now feeling no confidence next to the perfect woman staring down at her with loving eyes.

Mariah noticed this, and slid off the edge.  She walked towards Rose, smiling.  “Don’t be ashamed of your body Rose,” she purred as she ran a hand up Rose’s inner thigh, rubbing ever so gently.  Rose closed her eyes, arching forward for more contact.  “Your body is what it should be.  You have the right weight,” her hand rose higher, “You have perfect curves,” again it rose higher, “And, you have breast that are full and firm; your body is perfect in my eyes.” She smiled as she saw Rose open her eyes, smiling up at her.

“Not compared to yours,” she sighed, knowing this talk was ruining this moment.  “But we’ll decide this later.” She closed the gap between them, capturing Mariah’s lips with hers.

Mariah’s hand went from her thigh.  Rose moaned as it left, wishing it was back there.  She grabbed Mariah’s hand, kissing it with her lips.  Once again, Mariah wrapped her legs around Rose’s waist, dragging them closer together.  Rose placed her onto the little ledge in the water.  She shimmied down Mariah’s body, her head going under water.  Mariah felt Rose begin to kiss her in a part she’s never been kissed before; and dammit, she loved the feeling.

Rose brought her head up again, running out of air.  Mariah met her with a kiss, before switching places with Rose.  She nestled her lips once again onto Rose’s breast.  She didn’t dare go under water; she couldn’t hold her breath that long.  As she kissed Rose’s breast, her hands wandered along Rose’s thigh, drawing lazy circles.

“This is wrong,” murmured Rose as her head rolled back onto the stone tile, “But it feels so right.”

“Yeah, it does,” moaned Mariah as she began placing kisses onto Rose’s neck, sucking lightly.  “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

Rose nodded and let herself be pulled to the other side of the bath, their lips never disconnecting.  When they were out of the water, Mariah conjured up some towels to wrap around them.  She took one, but Rose didn’t.  Slowly she pushed Mariah towards the bedroom, her naked body showing.  She walked past Mariah, grazing her exposed breast against Mariah’s arm.  She sat down on the bed, her legs opening a little, making Mariah tense up.  Rose was dripping with water, and here she was, with a towel over her body, staring in between the legs of the love of her life.  She dropped the towel and head towards Rose.

Rose stared at Mariah as she walked towards her, swinging her bottom as she did.  It was turning Rose on, so she opened her legs a little more, hoping she wasn’t making a complete ass of herself.  She’s never slept with a woman before.  It was a different feeling.  But, it felt so right.  She hadn’t felt this way with Scorpius.  There had been passion there and even love, but here there was lust and knowledge that it was forbidden and wrong.  Oh so wrong.

Mariah closed the gap between them, her hand automatically heading to Rose’s thigh.  She sighed as she felt Rose lean backwards.  Their naked bodies once again mixed together in a heat of passion.

Chapter 2: A Change Of Heart
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More sex scenes; the last for awhile.  It will become less graphical.  Don't like femslash, then don't read.  Please review.






Rose awoke the next morning. Her head ached, as though she had been drinking all night. She looked around the room, her vision a little fuzzy. She could feel a hand on her thigh, stroking it affectionately. The room didn’t look like hers, and it wasn’t Scorpius room. We must of stayed at a hotel or something, she thought as she sat up. The sheets around her body fell, exposing her body. She looked down, seeing something that wasn’t there yesterday. The was a big, red mark on her breast, as though someone had been sucking on them. Scorpius must have been in one heck of a mood last night.

The hand on her thigh began to move again, this time travelling up her stomach.  She could feel kisses on her neck, and soft moans behind her.  Did Scorpius voice seem different, wondered Rose as she lent her head back in pleasure.  The hand was now rubbing against her breast; it was at that moment that Rose noticed the difference: it was a female’s hand.  She also took notice the firm breasts lying against her back.

“Mmmmh Rose,” purred a female voice between kisses.

Rose turned her head, looking into the honey-brown eyes of her best friend.  She was confused.  She was naked, in a strange room, with a best friend who she hadn’t seen in five years.  It was then, that the previous nights events played in her mind: the fight with her fiancé, the pain, the love, the... sex?  Rose had once, she admits, had feelings for the certain woman next to her, but she had just pushed them aside, deciding she was only jealous of the men her friend dated because she didn’t see much of her when they dated.  Her heart had begun to pump as adrenaline rushed through her veins.  Did she have feelings for her best friend?  Yes, the voice in her mind told her.  Had she just cheated on her fiancé?  No, the voice told her again.

Her eyes must have shown confusion, because Mariah suddenly became aware of her naked body pressing up against Rose.  She backed away, covering her body with the wet sheet.  Her eyes showed confusion.  “It didn’t mean anything to you did it Rose?” she asked with uncertainty.

Rose stared at Mariah, taking in her features again.  When she had woken up, it seemed as if life was a little bit brighter.  But, you thought it was Scorpius, the voice echoed in her head.  Slowly Rose brought herself out of her thoughts.  “I don’t know.  I’m confused.  Last night was amazing, and different.  I’m too confused.”  Rose brought the sheet closer to her chest.  “I was emotional last night; I don’t know if what happened was who I truly was, or...” her voice trailed off.

“Or if I was the rebound person.  It’s okay; I understand.” Mariah picked up her wand and acciod a towel to herself.  She wrapped it around her body, before heading towards the bathroom.

Rose stared after her.  She could feel tears prickling her eyes, knowing she had hurt her friend.  Was she a rebound person – just someone who had been there?  Had she thought it was Scorpius?  Was she attracted to girls?  Was her whole life a big, fat lie?  Slowly she lifted herself out of the bedroom, wrapping the towel around her body.  She headed towards the door, her body moving on its own accord.  She didn’t head towards the door she had wanted; her body went towards the bathroom instead.  Her shaking hands opened the door, while she inhaled deeply.  What does this mean? She wondered to herself, as the door open.

Inside she could see Mariah stepping into the bath.  Rose inhaled as she saw her friend.  Something inside her stirred – a fire.  Carefully –without Mariah knowing- she stepped into the bathroom and headed towards the bath.  She was a metre away from it, when she took off the bed sheet, and placed it on the ground beside Mariah’s towel.  Rose then stood on the edge of the pool and dived in. 

Mariah – who had been sitting silently on the ledge of the pool, with her head bowed- jumped a little at the sound of the splash.  She couldn’t see Rose.  But she soon felt her.

Rose had swum the length of the pool, and grazed her hands on Mariah’s inner thigh, making her squeak a little at the touch.  Rose brought her head above water, practically jumping onto Mariah’s female body, pushing her breasts into the other.  Her lips mixed with Mariah’s as they kissed passionately.  “I don’t know what I feel,” Rose whispered as her hand ran along Mariah’s breast, “But I know it feels good.”

Mariah moaned quietly into Rose’s mouth, as Rose’s busy hand rubbed against her left breast.  Her hands wove themselves through Rose’s busy, red hair.  Her lips disconnected from Rose’s as she adjusted herself under her lover’s weight.  She rubbed her breasts against Rose’s as she connected her lips with her lover’s shoulder.

Quietly, Rose lifted herself out of the bath, and sat down on the ledge.  Like the night before, she seduced Mariah by spreading her legs open for her lover.  Mariah inhaled before running a wet hand up Rose’s thigh.  Rose squirmed for more contact, bring her wet body forward.  “I can’t have you if you’re on the ledge and I’m in the water,” pouted Mariah.  Rose smiled and patted the seat beside her.  Mariah climbed out of the water, shaking her hair against Rose’s arm.  She also brushed her left breast on her shoulder.

“Better?”

“Much.”

Mariah laughed as she climbed on top of the woman she had fallen in love with.  Her lips were about to connect when a voice called Mariah from the bedroom.  Mariah quickly got off of Rose.  Grabbing Rose’s hand they climbed back into the water.  She quickly conjured up a couple of bikinis for them; they quickly pulled them on.  Although their lips betrayed their secret, a quick spell fixed that.  By the time the owner of the voice walked in, it seemed as if two friends were taking a bath together.  The owner was a young man, whose strong body showed he was fit.  He walked into the room, to the edge of the pool where Mariah was.  He lent down and brushed his lips over hers.  Rose gasped, but covered it up quickly as a cough. 

Apparently, I’m not the only one who has been cheating on her boyfriend.

The male looked up from where Mariah was, finally noticing another girl in the bath.  “I’m David; Mariah’s husband.”

Rose nodded her head, unable to speak.  Husband?  Her world came crashing down as those words spun around in her head.  She wouldn’t believe; she couldn’t.  Taking a deep breath, Rose stepped out of the bath.  She smiled at Mariah, “Thanks for letting me stay the night; it was fun.”

Her hands shook as she left the room.  She was close to the door – after dressing quickly - when David walked into the room.  “Rose, I’m so sorry to have ruined your day planned with Mariah.  I’m going to another Quidditch Game now, so you guys can have your moment back.  I’m hardly ever home, and I was in the neighbourhood, so I dropped in.  Have fun today.”

“We will,” replied Rose sly, her face betraying their secret for a moment.  David didn’t notice. 

“Great.  See you around.” He smiled and left the room.  Rose smiled at his back, picturing daggers digging into his back.  He was nice, she admitted, but he was someone who could have Mariah whenever he wanted, but didn’t because he was at Quidditch.  QuidditchHe chose Quidditch over his own wife; what a scum.

Rose began to walk towards the bathroom again, wanting to pick up from where they were interrupted.  She opened the door, it creaking loudly.  Looking in she saw Mariah with a towel wrapped around her body, drying her hair with another.  She looked up as the door opened, gasping as she saw it was Rose.  Her hand shook as she turned her back on Rose, continuing to dry her hair.  Rose walked up behind her lover, stroking her back lovingly.  “So he’s why you returned,” purred Rose as she trailed kisses down Mariah’s back.

“No,” whispered Mariah, as she arched her back into Rose’s chest.  “We came back, because this was my home, and he was going to be away a lot, so he wanted me near friends.  We’ve been here for two weeks.  I was putting off coming to see you, because I knew you were close to being engaged.  He’s always away and it makes me angry.  So, an affair seems perfect.  I’ll be with someone who will want me and be there for me.  He drops in occasionally, just to say hi before going back on his World tour.”

Rose wove her hands around Mariah’s stomach, grabbing the edge of the towel.  She spun her lover around to face her, the towel dropping between them.  Rose hand swiftly went to her lover’s inner thigh, making her moan in reply.  Soft kisses were placed along Mariah’s neck as Rose’s busy hands continued their work.

“No fair.  You’re clothed,” moaned Mariah, her legs slipping in between Rose’s, her hips swaying as they caressed each other.

“Then changed that.”

Mariah brought Rose closer to her, her arms weaving their way to Rose’s pelvic bone.  Her hands worked Rose’s top over her head, while trailing kisses along her stomach.  Rose moaned, feeling her friend teasing her.  Mariah continued to tease as one hand undid the buttons on Rose’s jeans, while the other rubbed her lover’s breast.  When Rose’s jeans were discarded, Mariah placed kisses along her midriff, while Rose arched her body forward for contact, her hands weaving through her hair, pushing down slightly.   Slowly, Mariah threaded her fingers through the lace of her knickers, and pulled them down painfully slow.  Once the panties were discarded, Mariah returned to Rose’s upper body; their arms wrapped around each other.  Mariah’s quick hands unclasped Rose’s bra.  Once again they looked into each other’s eyes, before Rose wrapped her legs around Mariah’s waist, their skin connecting passionately.  Rose moved her body in a slow rhythm; her movements pushing Mariah threw the door, back towards the bedroom.

They took one quick glance around the room, making sure they were alone.

Mariah carried Rose over to the bed on the far side of the room, placing her down.  She looked down at Rose’s body, before climbing on top of her, straddling her hips.  Rose bucked her hips up, causing Mariah to cry out in a moan.  Her hands climbed up the young woman’s body beneath her.  They rubbed gently along her breast, before she took one into her mouth.  Rose sighed, her body enjoying the simple pleasure.

Between kisses, Mariah found time to repeat how much she loved Rose.  Yet, this time, nothing in Rose stirred.  No fire or anything.  It struck her with an almighty blow: she was using Mariah.  She didn’t love her, she loved Scorpius.  Mariah had been the rebound girl.

As Rose pondered over this, Mariah slid down to she cradled her lover’s legs.  She bent her head and began to kiss her pelvic bone, dragging her tongue along every now and then.  Rose soundly became aware of her body; of her cheating.  Sure, she had thought about it earlier, but now it was staring her straight in the face.  The grey eyes of her lover pierced her skin, his face angry.  Suddenly, Rose climbed from underneath Mariah and sat up, dragging the sheet across her exposed breast. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Mariah as she stroked her inner thigh, bringing her lips to brush over Rose’s.

Rose squirmed a little under the touch and broke away from the kiss.  “I don’t feel well.  I think I might return home.  I’ll see you later.” With that Rose got off the bed and headed over to the bathroom, where her clothes had been discarded.  The room was haunting.  What have I done?

When she returned to the bedroom, fully clothed, she saw Mariah exactly as she had last seen her: naked.  Rose blushed as more memories of the previous night danced their way along her mind.  Her heart began to beat faster and she suddenly felt dizzy.  “I’ll see you later.”  Rose kissed Mariah on the cheek, but seeing her confused face she took a deep breath and kissed her lover on the lips.  In the back of Rose’s mind, she knew it felt different – perhaps a little more distant.  Again when she turned to leave, she saw Mariah confused.  She had wanted some sort of deeper kiss and perhaps a deeper action that a quick peck.

Taking another deep breath, Rose reached forward again and gave Mariah the kiss she wanted.  She scrapped her lips over her lovers, her tongue asking for permission to enter.  To Rose this moment was awkward, but to Mariah it was what she wanted.  Slowly, Rose pulled away; her hand running along her lover’s inner thigh as she left.  Once she was in the hallway, Rose disapparated to her home, feeling a little empty but pleased.

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