29th December, 1892 — Ben’s House, Bartonburg
“You know that wasn’t really the present I was expecting,” Ari said reprovingly, rolling his eyes at all the time they had already wasted tonight. No sooner than he’d come in through the fireplace into Ben’s study – before he could even lock the Floo after him – he’d seen the first grazes on him. The idiot, stupidly sparring with his colleagues after work, as if he didn’t get in enough practice during the day – he was all roughed up, and for what?
(For exasperating Ari without end, obviously.)
But never mind. There was, admittedly, no real urgency in their evening (and Christmas and Hanukkah had both long since past anyway – between work and family and celebrations, never mind an auror’s terrible schedule, this had been the first chance they’d gotten to see each other for a while), so he ought to have been more patient; but now that Ben was half-undressed already, Ari began unbuttoning his own waistcoat and shirt just to save time, tossing them both down in the study before they had so much as made it to the bedroom.
They had the rest of the night ahead of them in peace, though, with no rush and nothing else that needed remedying. Ari raked his hands over Ben’s body and the already-disappearing marks from his cuts and scrapes; he finally relented and cracked a smile, although he was full of pent-up energy, himself. “Unless you’re too tired now?” he teased as he moved towards the door to the bedroom, pausing there to raise an eyebrow.
(For exasperating Ari without end, obviously.)
But never mind. There was, admittedly, no real urgency in their evening (and Christmas and Hanukkah had both long since past anyway – between work and family and celebrations, never mind an auror’s terrible schedule, this had been the first chance they’d gotten to see each other for a while), so he ought to have been more patient; but now that Ben was half-undressed already, Ari began unbuttoning his own waistcoat and shirt just to save time, tossing them both down in the study before they had so much as made it to the bedroom.
They had the rest of the night ahead of them in peace, though, with no rush and nothing else that needed remedying. Ari raked his hands over Ben’s body and the already-disappearing marks from his cuts and scrapes; he finally relented and cracked a smile, although he was full of pent-up energy, himself. “Unless you’re too tired now?” he teased as he moved towards the door to the bedroom, pausing there to raise an eyebrow.
