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Rolf Scamander ([info]outofthewild) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
They clicked physically, it seemed, more than he'd ever have suspected. It was like with everything else, how they fit together so well. He wondered, briefly, if he had stayed at Hogwarts, if they would have ended up dating. Probably. But something almost told him that now was the better time for them. They had a base of friendship that he suspected neither of them would ever give up.

It was strange, in a way, how much he loved hearing her voice, all husky for him, telling him these things. He'd never experienced that before, never thought he'd like hearing it laid out like that, but it filled him with warmth and need to hear her say things. In response he scattered kisses along her chest, her collar bone, all the way back up her neck. If she wanted kisses, she'd get kisses.

He let her roll them, his back arching slightly as his hips pressed up to hers. His head tilted back at her kiss, submitting even as he kissed her just as hard and enthusiastically. "I am yours to do with as you please," he told her with a smile against her lips. And to do to her as they pleased, as well. His hands went to her hips, long fingers curling into her bikini bottoms, helping her move her hips against his.

His hand trailed lovingly up her side, briefly cupping a breast before moving up to cup her cheek, drawing her face back down for a long kiss. When his eyes dragged open again, they were just as warm as hers. "You're my little spoon," he whispered in return. "Always will be. I love you, Rose." He pressed soft kisses along her lips, corner to corner. She fit against him, his little spoon, just so and just right. The fingers of his other hand tightened on her bottoms, and he tugged. "Get these off of you and show you just how well we fit," he murmured, grinning up at her, looking like some sort of goddess straddling him, bare-chested and beautiful.


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