There were no hesitations in Phoebe's movements. She knew her husband was nowhere to be found in the house and she didn't really care. He may not have even been in Hogsmeade for all she knew and the help had long ago learned to keep their mouths shut. So as he moved to pull at her clothing, the hand that had been entwined with his curls was removed and she easily hiked her skirts up and out of the way. There were no stockings to be found, not since she'd been at home all day so it allowed for bare skin to be felt.

The sound of his moan as he placed her hand on his arousal brought her eyes open to lock with his and a wicked smile formed for the brief moment their lips weren't locked. She moved her hand deftly to get inside of his trousers, not moving to kiss him as she wanted to fully see his face as her bare hand slipped into his trousers to full grasp the bulge formed there.

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