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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Maria yawns as she wakes up on New Year's Day, smiling when Regulus is no longer beside her but the smell of french toast invades her nostrils. Sighing, she holds the sheets over her bare chest as she stands to go and brush her teeth, her legs still quite jittery from the previous night.
After brushing her teeth, she gathers her brunette hair in a low ponytail at the back of her head and shrugs on Regulus' dress shrug from the night prior and some black underwear.
She furrows her eyebrows when she approaches her vanity desk, seeing all of her usual things but there's an unfamiliar bracelet on the corner of the desk.
She screws her face up slightly, trying to recall whether it's hers but she cannot remember receiving a pearl bracelet with a small ruby in the centre. Picking it up, she examines it and her confused face drops slightly as she pulls a blonde hair off the bracelet.
She sighs, remembering that Alyssa was at their house the other night but she cannot shake the dreadful feeling in her stomach that makes her want to be physically sick, hinting that it's not the Greengrass girl's bracelet. She places it back and decided to ignore it for now, strolling down stairs and into the kitchen where Regulus is now holding a place of french toast.
He groans at the sight of her, "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." He complains and she smiles, ripping a piece off one of the rounds of bread and smiling at the flavour.
"You added more pepper." She smiles at his memory that he's had said she liked putting pepper in the egg before soaking the bread in it and he shrugs sheepishly. Maria simply smiles and presses her lips against his softly.
After eating their breakfast, Mari and Regulus are sat on the sofa and the Potter is reading a copy of the daily prophet whilst Regulus keeps prodding her thigh annoyingly.
Regulus traces his fingers across her skin and she kicks him in the leg making him laugh. She folds up the newspaper and sighs, sinking lower into the sofa and lying her head on the arm of the furniture.
"What the matter?" Regulus mumbles, seeing her troubled face and she looks at him, shaking her head.
"Nothing." She says, offering a tured smile. "It's just. . .the war, the order—auror training. It's all so much; it's stressful." She closes her eyes and Regulus smiles.
"I bet I could make it less stressful." Regulus smiles and she keeps her eyes closed but raises her eyebrows and smiles. "Would you like that?" He asks, slowly pulling at the waistband of her underwear and she feels the weight on the sofa shift.
"Please." She hums and Regulus gently spreads her legs, tentatively tugging off her underwear and he slides his hands up her thighs.
"I haven't done this in two weeks." Regulus says, kissing her inner thighs softly and she laughs slightly.
