Fair enough. No faking anything. Not like Alice ever needed to, lucky girl that she was. Hur hur.
"You'd be impatient too, if you'd seen what I saw," she said, with a playful little growl. Pleasant tendrils of desire were rippling through her already, and the need to be close to him grew overwhelming. It was very unlikely that the clothes would survive; they would be removed the very instant it became socially acceptable. Predicting this, obviously, Alice had brought plenty of clothes for all her family members at Hogwarts, including Bella, of course. There might even be some Hogwarts robes.
Being disinclined to move her hand away from where it was currently residing, Alice used it to steer him through the comfortable underground tunnels, with the merest hints of pressure of her fingertips against his hip suggesting the way. Eventually they reached her door, and it was just about time. Jasper's teasing fingers were certainly doing their fair share to fan the flames currently spreading through Alice's body, and her breathing was becoming irregular.
The air in her room smelled like butter and salt–Alice's unpopcorning outfit was discarded in a basket to be dealt with later–as well as newly purchased clothing, and Alice herself. It didn't feel stale though, nor was any piece of furniture dusty. The House-elves did their duty even though no one was living in the room. The yellow hangings around the dark wood bed were truly ghastly though, in Alice's opinion.
"I'm always very thorough," she purred and turned to face her husband. Her eyes shone as her hands went to the front of his pants, to fiddle with the zipper. "And I'm not at all averse to repeating things. Over and over, if necessary." Ping. The zipper button had annoyed her, and now ricocheted off the wall as a result of a little too fierce tug. Oops.
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Hur hur."You'd be impatient too, if you'd seen what I saw," she said, with a playful little growl. Pleasant tendrils of desire were rippling through her already, and the need to be close to him grew overwhelming. It was very unlikely that the clothes would survive; they would be removed the very instant it became socially acceptable. Predicting this, obviously, Alice had brought plenty of clothes for all her family members at Hogwarts, including Bella, of course. There might even be some Hogwarts robes.
Being disinclined to move her hand away from where it was currently residing, Alice used it to steer him through the comfortable underground tunnels, with the merest hints of pressure of her fingertips against his hip suggesting the way. Eventually they reached her door, and it was just about time. Jasper's teasing fingers were certainly doing their fair share to fan the flames currently spreading through Alice's body, and her breathing was becoming irregular.
The air in her room smelled like butter and salt–Alice's unpopcorning outfit was discarded in a basket to be dealt with later–as well as newly purchased clothing, and Alice herself. It didn't feel stale though, nor was any piece of furniture dusty. The House-elves did their duty even though no one was living in the room. The yellow hangings around the dark wood bed were truly ghastly though, in Alice's opinion.
"I'm always very thorough," she purred and turned to face her husband. Her eyes shone as her hands went to the front of his pants, to fiddle with the zipper. "And I'm not at all averse to repeating things. Over and over, if necessary." Ping. The zipper button had annoyed her, and now ricocheted off the wall as a result of a little too fierce tug. Oops.