Warnings: mild teasing and fluff; underage characters in love
Word Count: 100
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Summary: Under the mistletoe.
A/N: Written for Week #15 of nextgen_drabble. Prompt: Mistletoe. Any character/pairing.
Scorpius jumped at the feel of a warm body pressing him against the edge of the balcony.
“Shh,” Albus whispered in his ear, his voice like satin. “It’s me…” he said, sliding his hand under his boyfriend’s shirt to caress his smooth, flat belly.
“Gosh, Al!” Scorpius breathed, leaning his head back on Albus’s shoulder. “You nearly killed me.”
Albus chuckled at that, his hand stopping just over Scorpius’s belly button.
“Why did you stop?”
“Don’t want to kill you…” Albus replied, amused.
Scorpius growled in frustration. “You son of a – hey, look, did you know we’re under the mistletoe?”