June wondered for a brief moment if this counted as foreplay. It wasn’t like she was going to invite Beckett into her bed anytime soon (or ever), but the banter was definitely shifting from playful to something else. She smiled, clearly amused. “I’ve always wanted to sponsor the Wasps, so I’m not sure you’re tempting me to not plot your murder.” Wasps… god she hoped she’d picked the right team. He mentioned them often enough, but it wasn’t like June spent a lot of time following anything quidditch related.

“Well,” June leaned forward, “I’m afraid that all this fabric weighs a ton, and in order to save me some of it might have to sink to the bottom of the ocean.” She reached toward him, brushing off some imaginary crumbs from the lapel of his jacket, although she didn’t let her hands fall back to her side. “And I’m also afraid that your jacket might get heavy.” Her head tipped to the side before she shrugged like it was just an inconvenience, her fingers tightening just a smidge. “But we wouldn’t worry about any of that darling, because you’d be too busy giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

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