"You don't find me handsome?" Regulus' breath tickles the nape of Laura's neck, sending a wave of happiness down her spine.
She leans backward to fake a scowl up at him. "I find you utterly repulsive."
His lips quirk as he ducks his head down to k...
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trigger warning — mentions of death and grief
A HORRENDOUS, GRATING SOUND sends Laura flying upward from the sheets of Regulus' bed in a panic, yet irritation contrarily takes its place as soon as she hears Regulus snort.
"Coffee, Lovegood," Regulus hums, leisurely tugging a white linen undershirt on, having been shirtless before Laura awoke. "Unless you prefer it unground? I may have to kick you out if so."
The disappointment that pulls at Laura's stomach as the last of Regulus' abdomen is covered is entirely abhorrent.
Laura drags a hand over her face with a groan, barely able to muster motivation to stretch her limbs before she removes herself from the duvet and walks to the side of the bed to — oh, for fucks sake.
An impertinent scowl etches Laura's lips as her eyes dart over to Regulus' feet, which are, in fact, clad in his slippers.
Regulus leans back against the wall, lopsided smirk poorly concealed while he takes a sip from his mug and blinks guilelessly at Laura. "Looking for something?"
Merlin, help her, even in the early hours of the morning he's heart-wrenching.
Laura rolls her eyes and proceeds to walk up to Regulus' side table and use the ceramic dish he's conjured to ground his coffee beans, only to find there's none left. Her head snaps up to see him already grinning unabashedly at her. "What a pity, I suppose you should have woken up earlier."
"You know," Laura seethes. "Maybe I should just call up Rosier. He would be postitively giddy to bring me some —"
Regulus immediately pushes his mug into Laura's hands before she can even finish her sentence. "There. Crisis averted, is it not?."
Laura narrows her eyes in distaste as she stares at the quarter-empty coffee. "I'm not drinking after you."
Regulus barks out a laugh. "You've allowed my tongue in your mouth, but won't drink my coffee? Don't be obstinate, darling."
Laura resists the urge to antagonize Regulus further just to hear his laugh again — a pathetic yearning in itself — and vies to take a sip of his coffee.
It tastes heavenly.
"Two sugar cubes," Regulus says, shoving his hands into his trousers with a slightly smug expression, "And four spoonfuls of cream."
Laura shoots Regulus a scornful look. "Have you been in my fucking —"
"It doesn't take a legilimens to remember a coffee order, Lovegood."
Laura stares at Regulus imperceptibly. Not even Sirius ever deigned to remember her coffee orders, and they'd gone out to coffees countlessly. She and Regulus went to coffee only once and yet he'd remembered her coffee order, and was drinking it himself.
