She didn't have to tell him twice. He pocketed his wand and went down to his knees in front of her pooled skirts and leaned over towards her. It started with allowing himself to be kissed, hovering expectantly for her to initiate, but once she had the situation transitioned gradually to him kissing her. He'd continued to lean in and now she was semi-reclined on the roof, with one of Don Juan's hands behind her neck.

This was so wholly different from the last intimate encounter he'd had — if one could even call it intimacy. There had been no attempt at seduction and no gentleness there. He had been thinking of everything he'd done tonight as something for her benefit, designed to give her what her marriage lacked, but as he kissed her it occurred to him that maybe he needed this as much as she did. He was starved for romance and affection, too. That was a dangerous position to find himself in; he wasn't supposed to need anything back. This was supposed to be entirely one-sided, so that it made no difference to him whatsoever if it dissolved. The last time he'd needed something from a married woman he'd ended up ruining her.

But he was older and wiser this time, and certainly he wasn't going to ruin her tonight. No one would be looking for her here, and he'd charmed the noise not to escape.

"And what else?" he asked, bright eyed as he eventually pulled back. His tone was playful but he wanted this, wanted to be audibly invited to the next threshold. Another sharp departure from his recent experiences. "Command me, my lady, I'm yours."

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