Even through the obvious exhaustion and general feeling of being done with today, it was impossible to deny the spark between them. Though he knew he'd be regretting anything wild they did tonight the moment he tried to roll out of bed in the morning, she brought out the recent Hogwarts graduate within him that had been buried (probably far too early) the moment he'd decided to become a real adult and enroll in the auror training program.
She arched against him and he was quick to press his body flush against her, realizing that he could feel the shape of her legs and the softness of her stomach much better without the extra padding. It was delightful, and though he'd gotten under her skirts before, he'd never gotten them completely off. He could only imagine...
His hand had already begun to inch its way down her gown's skirt when she suggested they move to the bed, and he was more than happy to comply. He reluctantly wrenched himself away from her and off the couch before doing his best to scoop her up from her current position.
"If that's what you wish, Febby," he agreed, glancing across the room to the door to his bedchamber. Though he wasn't afraid of being caught by a nosy servant, he hoped to Merlin that they hadn't been seen; to any outside eyes, his relationship with February Lynch looked like that of a man and his mistress, and he didn't want the awkwardness of having to face them if he introduced her to his household as something more.
Thus, he did his best to get across the room swiftly and quietly, nearly coming to a halt as he entered the room and shut the door with his foot behind him. He room wasn't extravagant, but neither was it plain; it displayed his family's wealth without bordering frivolous, which he supposed separated him from the upper-echelons of society.
"Is the bed big enough for you?" he teased, motioning towards it with a nod of his head.
She arched against him and he was quick to press his body flush against her, realizing that he could feel the shape of her legs and the softness of her stomach much better without the extra padding. It was delightful, and though he'd gotten under her skirts before, he'd never gotten them completely off. He could only imagine...
His hand had already begun to inch its way down her gown's skirt when she suggested they move to the bed, and he was more than happy to comply. He reluctantly wrenched himself away from her and off the couch before doing his best to scoop her up from her current position.
"If that's what you wish, Febby," he agreed, glancing across the room to the door to his bedchamber. Though he wasn't afraid of being caught by a nosy servant, he hoped to Merlin that they hadn't been seen; to any outside eyes, his relationship with February Lynch looked like that of a man and his mistress, and he didn't want the awkwardness of having to face them if he introduced her to his household as something more.
Thus, he did his best to get across the room swiftly and quietly, nearly coming to a halt as he entered the room and shut the door with his foot behind him. He room wasn't extravagant, but neither was it plain; it displayed his family's wealth without bordering frivolous, which he supposed separated him from the upper-echelons of society.
"Is the bed big enough for you?" he teased, motioning towards it with a nod of his head.
— set by MJ! —