“You’re telling me,” Tyb said with feeling, sure that he had been the more beleaguered of the two of them, especially with Elsie’s wicked mood earlier. She knew he wasn’t naturally the patient kind!
So thank Merlin she leant up to kiss him when she did, slow satisfaction spreading through him as he let himself get lost in it, thankful that on these rare occasions he didn’t have to have a fraction of his mind on the possibility what if someone sees us. He slid his hands along her shoulders and down towards her waist, trying not to grin at how thin the fabric of her nightgown was. Not so many layers tonight.
(And alright, maybe they weren’t always so good at waiting as they pretended.)
He didn’t want to interrupt the kissing, particularly, but at one point he had to break off to smirk about it; he couldn’t really resist. “What would Witch Weekly say if they could see you now?”
So thank Merlin she leant up to kiss him when she did, slow satisfaction spreading through him as he let himself get lost in it, thankful that on these rare occasions he didn’t have to have a fraction of his mind on the possibility what if someone sees us. He slid his hands along her shoulders and down towards her waist, trying not to grin at how thin the fabric of her nightgown was. Not so many layers tonight.
(And alright, maybe they weren’t always so good at waiting as they pretended.)
He didn’t want to interrupt the kissing, particularly, but at one point he had to break off to smirk about it; he couldn’t really resist. “What would Witch Weekly say if they could see you now?”
