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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Regulus and Maria are still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Well, that's their way of saying that they've been making passionate love for weeks. Neither of them have seen any of their friends or family in a fortnight, enjoying the bliss of one and others company in the large home.
Of course, they had called everyday to check in but forgot to mention the part when they say that they're back together.
Waking up on the twenty fifth of June with Maria beside him, bare and tangled up in the sheets is possibly the most incredible things that had happened to Regulus Black in the past six months. He smiles tiredly, she's facing away from him with the covers clutched in a bundle at her chest and her back is bare with her hair messily splattered on the pillowcase.
Regulus slowly places his hand on her hip and softly kisses up from her lower back to the warm skin on her shoulder making her shiver slightly and stir in her peaceful slumber.
She whimpers exhaustedly, pushing his hand away as he goes to tuck some hair behind her ear, clenching her eyes closed and Regulus chuckles, lying back so he's flat against the mattress.
"I guess I'll just lay here. . .alone." Regulus exaggerates, clasping his hands behind his head with a large huff. "On my birthday."
Maria shakes her head with a small grumble, rolling over to wrap her arm over his middle, feeling his cool skin against her bare chest and Regulus smiles in achievement when she presses a kiss on his jaw.
"Happy birthday." Maria murmurs, resting her head on his chest before sighing and looking up at him again. "Nineteen." She whistles lowly. "Perhaps I should consider my options before being with such an old man."
"Maria, you're literally five days younger than me."
"Five days? Wow, that's like one hundred and twenty hours." She shakes her head and Regulus pushes her off him making her laugh. "I'm kidding."
Maria looks at him and he avoids her gaze making her sigh loudly and clambers on top of him, her legs straddling his waist and she kisses his neck gently.
"Don't." Regulus mutters, placing his hands on her hips. "Don't start something if you're too tired to finish it, Ria."
"I'm not tired."
"Maybe I didn't tire you out enough last night." Regulus' lips twitch in a half smirk as he remembers the previous evening; Maria's gasping moans and the way her brown eyes stared down at him almost in tears of bliss as he devoured her.
"Obviously not." She smiles, standing up from the bed and wrapping a small, red blanket around her body as she strolls towards the bathroom.
Regulus smiles, pushing his tongue into the inside of his cheek and shaking his head. He shoved the covers off him, leaving him in only his boxers as he hurried over to the bathroom and pushes open the slightly ajar door.
