philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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lxx||bathrooms & booze
It's a chilly night as Maria dries her hair in front of the bathroom mirror, Regulus now showering as she stands with a towel wrapped around her body, using the hairdryer to blow dry her hair when Regulus peaks his head around the shower curtain with a glare on his face.
"Can't you just use magic?" He huffs and she turns the hairdryer off his with on incredulous look on her face as she stares at him in their reflections in the large mirror.
"No—me and Dorcas tried that once." Maria shivers at the memory of having to cut her hair to a bob reaching just below her jawline in third year.
"Is that you had that awful haircut in third—"
"La la la la." She turns the loud hairdryer back on and Regulus snickers before going back to showering. She bites her lower lip and chuckles at the memory of Regulus' wide eyes when she'd glumly trudged into charms with hair to her jaw.
"Towel!" Regulus groans when he realises he'd left his towel on the radiator and Maria rolls her eyes, grabbing the soft fabric and flinging it over the shower curtain, hearing a noise of complaint from the other side of it. "Thanks." He grumbles, stepping out of the shower with it tied lazily around his waist, water still trickling down his chest and his hair even more messy as he runs a hand through it. "You're staring."
"No I'm not." Maria lets her eyes flicker away from him as she pin curls her hair and he snickers, walking behind her and placing his hands on her waist tightly.
"You were." He smirks, kissing her shoulder and she kicks his shin playfully. "I'm sure Slughorn won't mind if we're ten minutes late." He slides his hands down her hips before back up, to her shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the muscles making her eyes close and her head fall back onto his chest.
"Like that?" He whispers and she nods with a sigh as he slides his hands down her arms slowly. He spins her around, chuckling at her hair that's in rollers on her head making he hit him on the chest.
"You're such a prick." Maria grumbles and Regulus chuckles, pushing his knee between her legs, putting pressure on her clit as he does so. "Regulus." Maria warns and he cups her cheeks, smiling down at her.
"What?" He says in the same tone and she sighs in surrender, letting him pull her face towards his, their lips colliding softly and his hand parting the towel where it's tucked in, his fingers sliding gently up her inner thigh making her moan slightly against his lips before he slides a finger inside her making her grip his messy hair, tugging on it roughly making him smile against her lips.
"So desperate." Regulus chuckles against her lips as her breathing gets slightly heavier against his. He slides another finger into her, moving in and out roughly making her wrap one of her arms around his neck, grasping his shoulder and her other hand grips the counter behind her. Her knuckles turn white as she tightens her grip on the marble before Regulus removes his fingers and grips beneath her thighs, hoisting her to sit on the counter and she gasps slightly at the sudden action.
