"You're too formal," she mutters, as she struggles with the last row of his dress-shirt. Who wears a button-up to a party at the office? It's almost endearing how fixated he is on some of those proper old money ways, even though right now it means more work for her. At least she had the decency of not wearing a shirt that made him want to rip her buttons off - because it does cross her mind, she could just yank it open come what may, or vanish every offensive button.
His skin gets revealed inch by inch, the light in the room not dim enough to hide his scars. Scars from Harry's curse, scars from living. She frees him of his shirt, and only when he's naked from the waist up does she pause for a second.
He's seen hers. The word Bella carved into her arm in front of him. The scar from Dolohov's curse, the one from his aunt's blade close to her throat. They're not the only ones she has, but they are the heaviest she carries - the only ones that magic can't whisk away.
She knows that maybe they should avoid addressing this, and that maybe pausing to take in the jagged lines across his chest is the antithesis of sensual, but it happens. What's more, it leaves her feeling that same level of kinship that drew her to him from the start of their professional partnership.
So, speaking of professional behaviour, she leans in and licks one, no foreplay. Traces the length of it, and finishes with a kiss to his shoulder, then one closer to his neck, and a gentle bite there. Finally, she goes to remove his trousers.
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His skin gets revealed inch by inch, the light in the room not dim enough to hide his scars. Scars from Harry's curse, scars from living. She frees him of his shirt, and only when he's naked from the waist up does she pause for a second.
He's seen hers. The word Bella carved into her arm in front of him. The scar from Dolohov's curse, the one from his aunt's blade close to her throat. They're not the only ones she has, but they are the heaviest she carries - the only ones that magic can't whisk away.
She knows that maybe they should avoid addressing this, and that maybe pausing to take in the jagged lines across his chest is the antithesis of sensual, but it happens. What's more, it leaves her feeling that same level of kinship that drew her to him from the start of their professional partnership.
So, speaking of professional behaviour, she leans in and licks one, no foreplay. Traces the length of it, and finishes with a kiss to his shoulder, then one closer to his neck, and a gentle bite there. Finally, she goes to remove his trousers.