Closed: Lavender (because awkward)

[rkdavies]

After the day following Lavender's attack, Roger had been busier than he would have liked. He'd have given nearly anything to sort of follow Lavender around and dote on her, but that just wasn't in the cards. He'd had practice that he couldn't get out of, even if the team was ridiculously understanding and concerned about their new photographer.

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[rkdavies]

"I knew you were out." Roger linked their fingers then leaned closer to drop his voice conspiratorially low. "I have spies. Everywhere."

Then he winked.



"My mother sends her love, by the way." Not that she was his only source, but Lavender probably had them all figured out anyway if she really wanted to.

"But there was practice, and it was my weekend with Lily. She's been planning it for weeks so." He knew maybe he shouldn't bring Lily up so much, should possibly pretend Lily doesn't exist for a little bit while spending time with Lavender, but that didn't seem fair to Lily.

[lavender_x]

Lavender nodded, chewing at her bottom lip. It may have still been difficult for her but she was working through it. Though, she still felt the heaviness in her chest when he brought it up. But now it was no longer just about their past....she had new demons now.

"I think I can forgive you if you finally kiss me," she said after a small pause. It was possible he could fix anything that way.

"Plus, Harry came over with a bottle of whiskey....I barely remember the weekend anyway."

[rkdavies]

A slow grin slid across Roger's lips. "As if I haven't been thinking about doing that for days."

Tugging her hand a bit, Roger pulled Lavender in as he stepped closer. He leaned down to meet her lips in a kiss, light at first. It was more a hello kiss than anything.

When he pulled back barely an inch, he laughed a little. "Whiskey usually does that."

[lavender_x]

Lavender wrapped her arms around Roger's neck, balancing on the balls of her feet. His lips were warm and soft.

"It was just what I needed, honestly," she told him, pouting. She rubbed her nose against his, feeling more affectionate than usual. Maybe it was the near death experience or the fact that they had gotten over a big relationship barrier. But all she wanted to be close to him. "Though, I can see how this may be more effective...and no hangover is a plus."

[rkdavies]

Roger honestly hadn't been much for the cutesy, affectionate actions with any of the women he'd dated over the years. Unsurprisingly, he didn't mind it with Lavender.

He actually reveled in the way she felt in his arms as he pressed his hands to her lower back, holding her close. "Afterglow's better than a hangover." He nuzzled their noses together again, mirroring her. "Hands down." He said it as their lips brushed. "Every time."

[lavender_x]

"Merlin, I missed you," she breathed, mostly talking about just the last few days but there was always a hint to the last few years. Her hands idly played with the hands on the nape of his neck.

"Did you get stronger? You feel stronger."

[rkdavies]

"If you wanted me to pick you up, all you had to do is ask," Roger laughed and did just that. He couldn't help it, he hadn't seen her in days. The least he could do was slide his hands to her hips and lift her off her feet.

The fact that it put them in even more contact was a happy coincidence.

"Did you get more gorgeous? I'm pretty sure you did."

[lavender_x]

Lavender squealed as he lifted her off the ground, burying her face in the crook of his neck. It felt good to be this close to him again, laughing and joking after so many days of crying.

"You only say that because the last time I saw you I hadn't showered in four days," she reminded him, nuzzling into him.

[rkdavies]

"Your hair does smell better," he teased Roger shifted his hold so he could hold onto her tighter and still manage to slip a hand through her hair.

"Or I just say it because you look better all the time." He tilted his head until he could get at her lips in a slow, hot kiss.

[lavender_x]

Lavender leaned into the kiss, feeling the heat all the way down to her toes. Her hands trailed down from his neck and over his chest. His chest felt broader and more toned.

"Miss me?" She breathed, pulling away just barely. He was addicting.

[rkdavies]

Roger followed her enough to catch a quick peck of a kiss. "Maybe a little," he held up a hand to demonstrate with his index finger and thumb very close together.

"You expect anything less?" He'd never been able to get enough of Lavender, and apparently that wasn't going to change.

[lavender_x]

Her stomach was doing flips. The way he looked at her and held her always drove her crazy. She was about to kiss him again when the oven went off.

Lavender took a step back, groaning.

"I'm baking," she explained, making her way into the kitchen. The room smelled like chocolate, fresh and warm.

[rkdavies]

Head falling back, Roger half groaned and half laughed. "Of course you are."

When he looked at her again, he was still grinning. "It smells good at least. Don't let baked goods burn on account of me. IT would be a tragedy."

[lavender_x]

"I'm domesticating myself!" She told him cheerfully, winking. Lavender grabbed the mittens and pulled out the cake. It looked delicious actually.

Lavender used to bake all the time, from when she was young. She used to force Roger to try her strange inventions. But being in the road had stalled her hobby.

"Is chocolate fudge chip still your favorite?"

[rkdavies]

When they were younger, Roger had acted put upon for a long time involving anything Lavender cooked up and tested out on him. In actuality, he'd never minded. She hadn't steered him wrong yet.

Roger leaned against the wall, watching her pull the cake from the oven. He'd rather have his hands on her, but the way she moved was definitely a good view.

He grinned when she turned around. "What kind of question is that? It's the greatest thing ever."

[lavender_x]

"Good. Considering I made enough to last you a week or two," she told him, placing the cake on the cooling trays. Lavender looked over at the cookie dough and then at Roger, realizing she would run the risk of burning them once she was back in his arms.

After placing the dough back in the refrigerator for later she turned off the oven. Baking always calmed her, giving her something to do with her hands. It gave her something to do with her hands and took her mind off the last few weeks.

It didn't take her long though, to find herself moving back towards Roger. He was magnetic.