It took him longer to agree to her request than it should have, but it could be a trick of the mind. That was it, she decided, it was her own nerves; not a reflection of his desire to be with her. Whether or not she was correct was irrelevant, it had to be. Pause or not, Angelica felt her body relax slightly against him at his words and kiss. Now they were back into familiar territory, thankfully. She intended to take him to bed, it was the most enjoyable way to work out her frustrations with his silence, but an accumulation of little things had her reconsidering her approach. She had no doubt a few more nudges about her concerns or doubts over the last days would incentivize him to be at his most attentive tonight, but it wasn't what he needed, she'd wager galleons on that. She needed to be the lover she'd been before her idiotic surprise appearance at his home. He'd refused apologies and avoided her words of concern, so, just perhaps, she could show him instead. She was going to enjoy the attempt regardless.

She should guide him to the settee at the foot of her bed, but there was something so predictable about that. Dropping both hands to the buttons of his trousers, she made quick work of them and the fastenings beneath. "If you mock me for what I am about to enjoy, I will be forced to hex you." Her tone was flirtatious rather than a true threat, but she gave it just the same. Giving trousers and knickers a tug down his thighs, she followed them to her knees before him. She met his eyes before taking him in hand and, with a pleased smirk, taking him into her mouth.

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