Edric's chest shook in a silent chuckle as his face remained buried in her neck, his desire to stay put only growing stronger as she rested her head atop his. Though he knew he would when the time came, the thought of prying himself from bed if they were to ever wed seemed nearly impossible; her touch was intoxicating—and addicting. It also didn't help when she made little comments that were perfectly-crafted to drive him mad.

Letting out a mock-tired groan, Edric extracted himself from his spot and positioned himself on top of her, a teasing smile across his face. "How things have changed since we met," he chuckled, leaning down so he could kiss her nose. "I've gone from worrying about corrupting an innocent to worrying about being corrupted by a seductress," he teased with a playful nip to her bottom lip.

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Feeling that familiar rush of heat as he moved, Febs bit her lip to hide the threatening smirk. She had only been teasing him, but sometimes it was just too easy to get things moving in a certain direction. There had to be something wrong with her decision-making skills or maybe she just had zero impulse control, but she simply couldn't get enough of him.

Wrinkling her nose as he kissed it, she slid her hands up his arms, fingertips trailing in lazy lines until she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can stop if you like." She teased lightly, breath catching as he leaned in. It was a wonder how they'd gotten here, all the ups and downs, the push and the pull, Febs had no idea how she hadn't gotten totally turned around at one point or another. Somehow, against everything she'd once envisioned for her life, this worked. They worked.  

With a devilish smile on her lips and a mischievous glint to her eyes, Febs casually brushed her leg against his while she waited for his reply. Long limbs and a short chemise were certainly a blessing in some respects.

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Edric chuckled and ground his hips against hers, quirking a teasing brow.

"Given that you may not be pregnant, it would be unwise to continue with this course of action," he said with a quiet laugh, letting his lips wander down her jawline. "Unfortunately," he added after a moment, "I can't seem to find the will or way to stop. So tell me, temptress," His lips found their way back to hers, but rather than kissing her, he let his face hover above hers. "What sort of potion have you dosed me with? I can't imagine I've lost every ounce of self-control in a matter of minutes."

He kissed her again, the quiet laugh against her lips a clear sign that he was still teasing.

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Letting out a little gasp of surprise as he pressed his hips to hers, Febs momentarily forgot they were not supposed to be headed in this direction. On the chance that she wasn't pregnant, she certainly would be if they kept this up! Of course they weren't exactly making it easy on themselves.

"Oh my dear, a girl never reveals her secrets, especially the best kept ones." She breathed out a slow hum of approval as she felt his lips on her jaw. "However, I could ask you the same thing. I cannot seem keep my wits about me when you do that." She all but purred, arching her back toward him.

She kissed him slowly, almost lazily, a nip here, a graze of the teeth there, breaking away momentarily to brush intentionally soft kisses along his jaw, simply returning the favor. Despite her actions just a moment ago, Febby wasn't quite ready to tempt fate just yet (though she really wouldn't put up much of a fight if he persisted) and so she ended her little trail of tyranny with a loud smack of a kiss on his cheek, totally changing the tone of the moment- or at least intending to. "Or it's simply because I love you and you're stuck with me," She attempted to pull him down toward the bed to snuggle in. "Now go to sleep before we make any more bad decisions." She laughed out, a grin clear on her lips.

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He could only laugh as she teased him, one hand reaching down to inch under and up her chemise. His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, though removed it soon after, his actions nothing more than a tease.

February Lynch had not been an easy woman to earn, but now that he'd done so, he couldn't keep his hands off her—and from the looks of it, even a suspected pregnancy was not enough to completely dissuade her from playing along. He allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed beside her, but couldn't wipe away the stupid—and almost suggestive—smile that her teasing had caused.

"We're going to have to get married, if only to legitimize all our children," he mumbled teasingly, burying his face in her shoulder. "Now's your out. I don't want to hear any regrets from you later."

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Wiggling into place next to him, Febs sighed contentedly. It had been a near miss there with his wandering hands, but she kept telling herself she was too tired and that they should probably refrain at least until they knew for sure. It should have been easier, considering how serious their situation could be, but damn if she had zero impulse control with him. Not to mention if she was pregnant, there would be no need to avoid it. If she wasn't, well... they'd have to figure it out. She thought she remembered him mentioning something...

Febs nearly chuckled when he teased her, but instead decided to give it right back to him. "Oh is that the only reason?" She pouted slightly, batting her lashes at him, laying it on thick. "Here I was, promising you forever and all you want me for is the babies, I see how it is." She started to roll over and away, pretending to sniffle as she did so.

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While he wasn't inclined to take her teasing as truth, he was inclined to play along. He scooted towards her and wrapped an arm around her, pulled her body flush against his front-side. "Of course not, lover," he whispered, his hand teasingly tugging up her chemise so he could rub his palm up and down her thigh, "I'll also need a legitimate reason to punch a man who has his sights set on you. I can't do that now, can I?"

He playfully bit her earlobe. "And it might spark rumors if you're raising a handful of babes named Umbridge without a ring on your finger. Might." He nuzzled back into her, his eyes fluttering shut. "Unless you're one of those social radicals that support unconventional living arrangements—then I might have a few more questions." Tugging on her arm to roll her back towards her, he sought her gaze.

"Or maybe—just maybe—it's an inevitable development."

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Amused, Febs let him pull her in, body curving to accommodate him easily. Damn his hands and their ability to render her into a puddle of lust. Listening to him, she let out a breathless laugh, that faded into a quiet chuckle.

She started to roll as he tugged on her, but instead of simply moving to face him, Febs used the momentum to swiftly move up and over to straddle his hips, hands on either side of his head. Chestnut waves cascaded over her shoulder as she cast a sly smile down at him. "And here I thought I was the one who did all of the punching." At least so far, though she honestly didn't doubt he'd deck some poor guy who even looked at her sideways.

"And some would say this is an unconventional living situation," She pointed out with a cheeky grin. Okay, so sleeping in his bed a couple of nights a week didn't exactly count, but the fact that she was likely pregnant with his child was had to.

The fact that he saw marriage as an inevitability, an eventuality, made her smile more softly. It would be nice if they could do it on their own time, in a somewhat respectable fashion so she didn't give her mother a heart attack, but with each passing day that lacked the arrival of her monthlies, she wasn't so sure that would be an option. "So about that ring?" She raised her eyebrows at him just before leaning in to press her lips to his.

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He'd not expected her to straddle him, but neither was he by any means surprised. Her movements evoked a laughter from his throat, and he teasingly reached up to tug on her brown waves.

"Mm, that you definitely do," he replied, dropping his hands to her hips. "Combat is something we were taught in the auror training program. Fortunately you'll never find yourself on the receiving end of my punches." She could punch him all she wanted, but he'd never be able to hit her the same way. Her punches, while painful in the moment, left little damage; he couldn't say the same for his, considering his size and strength.

He sat up from his position, wrapping his arms around her so she sat, facing him, in his lap.

"You might find yourself on the receiving end of something else, though," he chuckled. Her comments on the ring and their current situation were not lost on him, but it wasn't one he had an answer to; even though he knew he wanted to marry her, the 'when' and the 'how' were still unknown to him. Thus, he let the kiss that followed speak for him, his arms tightening around her as he moved to deepen the kiss.

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Thoroughly distracted by his hands now, Febs didn't exactly miss his comments, nor the the things he chose not to comment on, but neither had her all that worried. Until they knew their fate as parents, she wouldn't worry about the when and how. It was all so backwards she could't even tell which way was up.

Surprised when he sat up, Febs adjusted quickly, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. There was a quip on the tip of her tongue about his combat skills, but she let it lie. It wasn't as if she ever thought he'd raise a hand to her, but it would be the last thing he ever did.

Febs hummed out an little sound of approval against his lips as she felt his arms tighten around her. She still wasn't entirely used to the feeling of having so little between them, the thin cotton of her chemise hardly hid anything. Needless to say it was a little intoxicating, just the feeling of her body pressed up tight against his. Coming up for air, Febs slid her hands into his hair and gave a gentle tug, ducking her head down so she could graze her lips along his jaw and down his neck. "Merlin, we're awful," She breathed out against his skin. When they did get to share a bed every night, would they ever get any sleep?

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There was little preventing him - except, perhaps, her good senses, but she'd just admitted that his touches made her lose her wits - from tugging up her chemise and tugging off his own undergarments, but he was determined to prove stronger than even he thought he was. He let out little grunts and groans as her hands and lips wandered, but did little more than dig his fingers into the back of her silk chemise.

"I suspect all this uncertainty has us desperate for something other than just answers," he whispered into her ear, his hand moving upwards to stroke his fingers through her brown waves. "We'll have to learn to control ourselves at some point - but I don't think that point is now."

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Desperate was one way to put it. Merlin, it was like she had no common sense whatsoever, no self-control at all. Febs forced herself to concentrate, to see if she could extricate herself from him, but found it nearly impossible. Drunk on him as she was, there was not way to stop. The feeling of his breath at her ear and his hands in her hair sent a shiver right down to her toes.

"I suspect you're right," It came out as a frustrated whine while she fought for some semblance of willpower. Her hands found their way to his cheeks as she pressed her forehead to his, body sitting back a little in the process. "I know we should, but I really don't want to, that's the problem." Febs looked at him helplessly, blue eyes wide as she bit her lip. "I can't get enough of you." She mumbled as she leaned in to kiss him again, long and slow.

To hell with it; they really were going to have to get married just so this wasn't a problem!

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Wasn't it men that were supposed to be controlled by their urges? The thought that women everywhere had pent-up, undiscovered urges waiting to be discovered by a lucky man was certainly intriguing, but the thought that Febby was completely unique in her desires - that was more than intriguing; that was a turn-on.

He moaned against her lips, but much like before, pulled away without a moment's notice. A sheepish smile on his lips, her pulled her closer, holding her tight against his chest. The laughter came next, beginning as a silent shake of his shoulders and then slowly evolving into a quiet chuckle.

"And to think this is coming from the woman whose home I had to barge into because wouldn't come to my office for some damned paperwork." he asked, nudging his nose against hers. "We've gone from unwarranted punches to unplanned pregnancies - we're definitely a pair."

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Ugh, well it was certainly easy to disengage if he was going to laugh at her! Febs slid her arms around his neck as he pulled her in, pout clear on her features though he couldn't see it. She supposed it was for the better though; best not tempt fate tonight. "Because paperwork is boring and you thought me some crazy adrenaline junkie who went looking for trouble!" She protested, sulking. He irony about how right he'd been was not something she was going to choose to comment on.

"And that punch was not unwarranted, you grabbed me!" Around the wrist, to prevent her from doing something dangerous, but still. In retrospect she had been a bit of a loose cannon. In the long run it had clearly worked out in her favor. "I was really proud of those bruises, thank you very much." Febs chuckled as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned back to look at him with raised eyebrows and just a hint of a smirk. "So much for your combat skills." Febs teased as she stuck her tongue out at him.

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Though his laughter subsided, his grin did not, the skin at the corner of his eyes happily wrinkled. These were the moments when he was reminded how young she really was - and how young she made him feel. While some men might consider such a thing a weakness, a man like himself - one who frequently forgot how to smile or have fun - could easily find it a blessing. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.

"And you're telling me you're not an adrenaline junkie looking for trouble?" he asked, brows raised. He glanced around to room dramatically, eyes lingering on her discarded dress to make his point clear. "It was completely unwarranted! Punching an auror on the job; you should be ashamed," he said. "The second punch, though? Perhaps," he said with a cluck of his tongue.

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Febs pulled a face when he kissed her nose and nudged him back playfully. "I did not go looking for trouble, but you managed to find me anyway, you're persistent like that." He was trouble, so much trouble. She was going to be in so much trouble, but at the moment she hardly cared. Right now, inside this room, they didn't have to worry about what anyone else would say or think. At this moment what she did care about was seeing that smile of his and how it gave her butterflies. The giddy, lighthearted kind.

"Ashamed, pah, I maintain that you shouldn't have grabbed me like you did," She teased. "And you flat out asked for the second one." Though she shouldn't have done it just because he'd asked, she wasn't exactly sorry either.

Feeling her legs starting to protest her position, Febs thought about the time ticking away and how he'd have to get up for work sooner rather than later. As much as she enjoyed their sleepovers, she would hate for him to be tired at work the following day. Using her legs and her weight, she purposefully leaned forward hoping to tip them back toward the mattress.

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