Right from the start you do a great job of setting a holiday atmosphere -- or a holiday atmosphere in a workplace setting, at any rate!
They’re all just waiting until five o’clock, or if they’re lucky, the boss will let them go home earlier.
No one expects to be that lucky. -- Haha, so much truth!
...And so true about half the Hogwarts student body being Weasley kin by then... *snerk*
There’s something about the way her name pops from his lips. Dry, like little sparks of chipped ice. -- NICE descriptive bit of characterization there. And then a fantastic contrast with "Lily's" Draco that we see moments later. Yet you never quite let us forget that they're both the same Draco -- complicated, just like the situation.
This entire scene is sexy and intense and yet gentle and dreamlike at the same time. Both illicit and sweet. Very deftly balanced.
“Won’t your wife be there?” Lily licks her lips, whines when he kisses her deeply.
“Do you care?”
She smiles against his mouth, tangles her fingers in his hair and holds on as she kisses him back, long and hard. “No,” she whispers. “I don’t. And I will suck you off while she’s in the next room over, see if I don’t.” -- *is dead*
They’re all just waiting until five o’clock, or if they’re lucky, the boss will let them go home earlier.
No one expects to be that lucky. -- Haha, so much truth!
...And so true about half the Hogwarts student body being Weasley kin by then... *snerk*
There’s something about the way her name pops from his lips. Dry, like little sparks of chipped ice. -- NICE descriptive bit of characterization there. And then a fantastic contrast with "Lily's" Draco that we see moments later. Yet you never quite let us forget that they're both the same Draco -- complicated, just like the situation.
This entire scene is sexy and intense and yet gentle and dreamlike at the same time. Both illicit and sweet. Very deftly balanced.
“Won’t your wife be there?” Lily licks her lips, whines when he kisses her deeply.
“Do you care?”
She smiles against his mouth, tangles her fingers in his hair and holds on as she kisses him back, long and hard. “No,” she whispers. “I don’t. And I will suck you off while she’s in the next room over, see if I don’t.” -- *is dead*