Oz ran his fingers along her bare skin as she revealed it, following his fingertips with his eyes and finally with a string of light kisses. "Good news or bad news?" he asked lightly. Talk could mean a lot of not-excellent things, and he suspected that whatever she wanted to talk about involved the election, which was the last thing he wanted to devote any brain power to. Until she confirmed one way or another, though, he was going to pretend that she might be referring to something that wasn't such a drag.
"Good news now, bad news never," he teased. He stopped kissing her long enough to glance around the room, thinking through which piece of furniture would be best transfigured into a bed for the purposes of the next hour or so... or whether he even wanted to bother with that, or whether it might be more fun to just have her up against a wall or bent over the dressing table. There was something to be said for the spontaneity of this kind of liaison, and the extra charge that came from not having everything sorted out before things got hot and heavy.
(He had already mostly moved on, mentally, from whatever she wanted to talk about. If it was important enough to discuss now, she'd bring it up again).
"Good news now, bad news never," he teased. He stopped kissing her long enough to glance around the room, thinking through which piece of furniture would be best transfigured into a bed for the purposes of the next hour or so... or whether he even wanted to bother with that, or whether it might be more fun to just have her up against a wall or bent over the dressing table. There was something to be said for the spontaneity of this kind of liaison, and the extra charge that came from not having everything sorted out before things got hot and heavy.
(He had already mostly moved on, mentally, from whatever she wanted to talk about. If it was important enough to discuss now, she'd bring it up again).
MJ is the light of my life <3