This was better, easier than the onslaught of emotions from a few minutes ago. They didn't have any miscommunications here. Febs couldn't help the slow curve of her lips against his as he mumbled more possibilities, eventualities, to look forward to.

"Tease." She chuckled as she moved to brush her lips over his jaw.   Despite their teasing, she felt something heavier weighing down on her conscious and she tried to put it away, trying to channel all of her energy into just enjoying the moment, the little time they had together before they were inevitably separated once more.

Febs pressed up against him, finding his lips again as she nipped at his bottom lip. It would be nice if they could just pause time right now, just for a little while. "Just imagine what'll happen when we do manage to find ourselves in bed." She added in a breathless whisper laced with amusement. Two could certainly play that game.

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Her teasing sent a slew of blurred images running through his mind, none of which did anything to ebb his desire.

"I don't need to imagine," he whispered huskily against her lips. He felt around her dress skirt, search for her legs underneath the fabric. Once he found them, he suddenly bent down and lifted her up into his arms bridal-style, silently praying that she wouldn't fight him on it this time. "I already know, lover."

He wondered where in this little garden he might find a nice, soft spot; the fog and the overgrowth that poured over from the side of the buildings and onto the ground below did little to help him figure that out.

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To say she'd been surprised to be swept -literally- off her feet for the second time, would have been a lie. He wasn't that much taller than she was, but he made it appear as if she weighed nothing. This time she laughed quietly instead of fighting it, wrapping her arms around his neck, curious to see where this was going.

Well she had a pretty good idea of where it was going.

Just the anticipation had her heart racing in a good way, no hesitation, though she still didn't know what he had in mind exactly, Febby trusted him to take the lead.

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She stayed put without resistance, prompting a smile to spread across his lips. He moved around the garden cautiously, having little desire to deal with any injuries that might come from tripping and falling. It was only when he found a tree—one he remembered sitting under to file paperwork once upon a time—that he suddenly leaned down, laying her against her back on the grass floor. Ho followed soon after, nudging her legs apart with his knee so he could rest his lower half between them, his arms moving to either side of her head to support him.

"I think we needed a change in scenery," he teased, head hovering a mere few inches above hers, before ducking down to press his lips against her jawline. He needed something to remember when he reluctantly went home to London—even if it was only a snogging session beside the oak tree.

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It didn't take him long to find a new spot, beneath a large tree she honestly hadn't seen through the fog. She bit her lip, easing down onto the grass as he put her down, watching him carefully. Though she wasn't sure how far this was going, she reached down to pull her skirts up a little so at least her legs weren't pinned down- and maybe just in case.

She let her hands trail up over his shoulders, a lazy trail of her fingertips that would be much more enticing without layers of fabric in the way, but she was not about to start that. "Not a bad idea." She hummed out a little noise of approval as she felt his lips on her neck, nails digging into his shoulders briefly. As she angled her head to give him easier access she felt the pins in her hair digging into her head and so she reached up to pull them out, abandoning them on the grass unlikely to be found later.

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The lifting of her skirts was tempting—almost too tempting—but he managed to resist the temptation by attacking her necks with his lips and teeth. While the scent of her perfume was familiar and soothing, her natural scent was intoxicating; he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to forget it, particularly while he was waiting to see her again.

"... Love you... woman," he mumbled mindlessly between peppered kisses on her neck. He moved his knee up as he hovered over her, making a better effort to shift her skirts out of the way so he could press his hips into hers. He doubted going much further was even an option at this point (she had told him that there was a place for this, and their abandoned garden wasn't it), but he was willing to push it as far as he could until she told him to stop.

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Between the feeling of his lips and teeth on her neck and his body pressed against hers Febs nearly missed it; the mumbled love you against her skin. She wasn't even sure he realized he'd said it, and briefly worried she'd imagined it, she smiled slowly nevertheless. Tucking that tidbit away for another time, she chose to keep it to herself for the time being.

It wasn't hard to forget in the moment, a soft gasp of surprise leaving her lips as he managed to further get her skirts out of the way, nudging her leg with his knee. Her body naturally arched toward his, her hands finding their way back his hair so she could pull him in for a desperate kiss. Febs could feel the arousal heating up her entire body, pliant against his, in her efforts to get closer.

Tentatively she pressed her exposed leg against him, hips rising to meet his ever-so-slightly without her meaning to. It felt like the right thing to do, though. It was as if her entire body wanted to be in contact with his somehow and she could barely manage to keep up with the sensations that kept washing over her body.

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Her reaction was different from the times they'd gotten this far before. Rather than pulling back and admitting that they should probably stop, she pulled him in for a deep kiss and pressed herself tight against him. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through him and it was accompanied by a shift in demeanor; his gentle touches turned rough, and his hesitant movements changed to more impulsive ones.

A groan left his lips as her hips met his, and he immediately bucked against her, trying to find friction. His outfit was now more of a problem than hers, but he was far too distracted by feeling of her hands in her hair and his attempt to keep himself hovering above her to search for the clasps in his position.

"You're mine now, dammit" he grunted after breaking the kiss. He wasn't sure if it meant she was going to be his in that way, at this moment, or if he meant more long-term—probably a mixture of both. He propped himself up onto open elbow, one hand sliding down down her bodice, feeling every curve and dip on her figure, until he managed to reach her skirts. Meeting her eyes, he slipped his hand under, searching for skin under the petticoats.

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Breathless and dizzy with desire, Febs fell back against the soft grass from the effort of the kiss, torn between amusement and desire at his words. She settled on a sly smile, watching him as he leaned back enough to have the rest of her body protesting the movement until she felt his hand wandering down her body. Damn the layers of clothes between them, someday the wouldn't have to deal with them, but tonight they were going to have to make due.

Still, she could nudge him in the right direction. Pushing up toward him again, leaning on her forearm enough close the distance, she kept her eyes on his. The sliding her free hand down his arm was a slow trail of fingertips, all for her own amusement, until she was able to guide his hand under the leg of her drawers. It was all to easy to get past where her stockings stopped and the sensitive skin of her thigh began.

Biting her lip, Febs let her hand drift back up to to his neck, running her thumb along his jaw. She leaned in closer for a slow trail of lingering kisses along the other side of his jaw. There was a brief pause over that sensitive spot of his pulse that she knew worked so well be fore she whispered breathlessly into his ear, "All yours."

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He knew she was a devilish woman, and he knew she had it in her to drive him mad, but he had little clue that she was so well-versed in the ways of seduction. The way she moved his hand higher and higher under her skirts, all while keeping her gaze fixated on his, was exhilarating enough that he found feel his own arousal pressing against her leg through his robes as he shifted his body so he could shift the fabric of her underthings aside.

(Not that he really needed that much encouragement to begin with.)

And then, the vixen had the nerve to trail her lips against his jaw and then whispered the one thing every man wanted to hear in his ears: she was his. His heartbeat sped up and his movements turned frantic, his hand suddenly jerking so hard under the fabric of her drawers that he swore they might have torn. He snapped his head to side, trying to observe her changing expressions as he tentatively pressed his palm against her core.

"Okay, lover?" he breathed, not wanting to make any further movements that might put her off (despite her own arousal, as evidenced by the wetness between her legs) and ruin the moment.

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His reaction had her pressing a grin against his skin. Of course she hadn't expected such a quick reaction, but she was pleased nevertheless. Of course her victory was short-lived, as he had the upper hand soon enough.

The feeling of his hand pressed against the most sensitive part of her body had her biting her lip hard, one hand grasping at the grass beneath her fingers and the other holding on tight to him.  Her arousal was obvious and she craved more, but wasn't sure how to push for it. He was completely in charge here, as they'd long abandoned any familiarity on her end. This was uncharted territory for her, something she was ready to explore without abandon, but she had to wait and follow his lead.

Febs kept her eyes trained on his, she knew he was watching her reactions for any sign of hesitation or unwillingness to continue. The fact that he was being patient, going slow for her, had her falling even harder for him. She nodded at his question without hesitation. "I trust you." She murmured before she leaned in to kiss him.

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She wanted this.

Allowing himself to be pulled down into a kiss, he let fingers wander dance across the sensitive skin between her legs, his movements shifting with every gasp and jerk of her hips. He knew the books she read romanticized the actual act of sexual intercourse, but it could be far less than pleasant in reality—especially without proper preparation—and he wanted to give her actual pleasure before causing her any unintentional pain.

Realizing that his movements were limited in this position, he suddenly broke free from the kiss and carefully shifted himself so he could sit up on his knees without removing his hand from under her skirt. Despite the fact that his actions gave him no direct pleasure, the situation was enough to have his heart racing and skin tinted pink.

While continuing to toy with her with one hand, he tentatively reached out with the other and, similarly to her actions minutes ago, guided her hand to his own arousal through his robes and raised his brows as to express that she'd done this to him. "I'm yours, too. Whenever you want. However you want," he breathed.

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A sharp inhale was all she had in response to the abrupt end to the kiss, a whimper as he moved away, but she could hardly focus as her hips pressed toward the sensation even as she fell back against the grass. Her hands clutched her own skirts uselessly as she had no idea what else to do with them, but felt the need to do something with them.

Momentarily brought out of her own haze of arousal, Febs allowed herself to be pulled up toward him. The movements shifted her weight away from him just for a moment as she re-positioned to follow him. Her breathing was labored but as she knelt to face him she had one hand right where he'd left it, the other clutching at his robes to keep her balanced. With cheeks flushed from the last couple minutes, there was just a hint of an actual blush of inexperience to it. Though she assumed she knew what to do, she wasn't actually sure and the hesitation may have registered briefly in her expression. Determined not to let her indecision get the best of her, she pressed forward gently letting her fingers brush gently against his arousal, taking her turn to watch his face closely.

There was an undeniable rush of adrenaline in the cloud of desire that surrounded them and Febs knew what she wanted, could feel the need where his fingers pressed against her. Clearly they were on the same page. "Edric," She gasped out quietly, eyes on his. "Please," She could feel a mounting pressure to move forward. "I need you." It was a complete surrender, in no uncertain terms, to take the next step now.

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Merlin. February Lynch had never struck him as the begging sort before this evening, and seeing her whimpering with desire threw the last of his senses right out the window. The feeling of her hands on his arousal—even through the fabric of his robes—was enough to make his hips jerk on their own accord, and in the next moment he surrendered to his desire. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered her back to the ground, removing his hand from under her skirts and let his body cover hers. His lips captured hers with newfound desperation, all the while his hands racing to remove whatever fabric between them he could get his hands on without ripping anything.

Fortunately, auror's robes were not all too complicated; it did, however, take a moment to undo the clasps, especially since he was very distracted by her lips on his own. He pulled back to breathe and took it as an opportunity to remove the layers between them (namely, his own underthings) that wouldn't force him to move away from her. It seemed their first time wasn't going to be without clothes—he was far too impatient for that.

Hiking his robs up around his torso, he pressed his hips against hers, but did nothing else else. Grey eyes met hers, raising his brows expectantly. "There's no going back after we do this," he reminded, but his tone was far from discouraging; in fact, just saying the words caused his hips to unconsciously press against her anxiously, his erect member brushing against her thigh. "You'll be mine; I'll be yours."

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The desperate kiss had her reeling- though her words had gotten the desired effect. She eased back onto the ground, struggling to keep her skirts out of the way and keep in contact with him at the same time. The frantic tone to the kiss and fumbling of clothes only punctuated the inevitability of what was happening. Febs thought she might have a minute to catch her breath when he pulled back and she laid her head back on the grass, the anticipation building until she felt his hips against hers.

Every fiber of her being was ready to take the plunge but Febs forced herself to pause, just for a second as his words hit her.  There was no going back after this, this was completely irreversible, but she didn't want to stop. He'd already murmured he loved her, she felt the same. Despite the brevity of their relationship, it had always pointed here. The emotions were an unexpected and entirely welcome layer to it that had her reaching out to gently frame his face with her hands, her face just a few inches from his. There just had to be a brief pause in the desire, for her to say, "I love you, too."

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The words that left her mouth were the ones he least expected to hear in the middle of their passion, but they were not unwelcome, especially as he stared down into her big, blue eyes. The expression of devotion was evident, as was the commitment; this woman was offering her virtue—the one thing that could make or break a woman's worth in society—without reservation. His worst fear was now not losing her to another, but letting her down.

But he wouldn't—he'd make sure of that.

"I love you. I always will." It was a promise that no sane man would make, but she'd driven him insane by this point. Everything since day one had pointed to the chemistry between them, and now, lying here moments from making love in the middle of the fog-filled garden, it was plainly obvious that she was the only type of woman who would likely find her way into his heart. Any other woman was too hesitant—too guarded with her emotions—for him to latch onto her, whereas February was honest and open with him.

He pressed his lips against her as his body covered hers once more. He carefully aligned their hips, positioning himself at her opening. Then, with little difficulty due to his previous efforts, he gently slid into her.

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