Ella could feel the anticipation, excitement and desire resonating from the piece of Terrence's soul that she held within her own body. It made it very difficult to get any work done and, really, she didn't want to be at the Ministry, anyway, when she knew without any lingering doubts that Terrence had something waiting for her. The only problem was that she had absolutely no idea where he was. Well, she had some idea, but she couldn't know for sure.
She was too antsy to stay still long enough to journal him and ask, though, so she trusted her instincts, which rarely lead her astray, and left for her flat, deciding if he wasn't there, she'd attempt his.
Upon arriving at the flat, though, she knew she wasn't wrong, and a wicked grin spread across her face as she spotted the blood and an odd flickering of shadows in the hallway. She took off her jacket and tossed it to the side, not giving a shite where it landed. She knew she was going to like whatever she found at the end of this bloody path and knew it wasn't likely to be flowers or jewelry or stuffed animals. Terrence knew her well enough to know exactly how to celebrate holidays with her.
She followed the path slowly, deciding that, as she neared her bedroom, clothes were going to be entirely unnecessary once she got there. So she pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the side and paused to kick off her shoes and then shimmy out of her trousers. Standing in only her boy shorts, Ella finally made it to her bedroom and opened her eyes wide at the sight of the flames and Terrence, cut and bloodied in her bed. A low, guttural growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she stepped, mostly naked, through the flames and crawled onto the foot of the bed, not wasting any time moving up and over him until she could lower her mouth onto the exposed skin at his waist. She kissed her way upward, tongue lapping at his cuts as her teeth scraped them.
Level with him finally, her eyes flashed with desire and she moved to catch his mouth with hers as her hand slipped down and into his undone trousers. Pulling away, she bit at his jawline before growling, "You can rip my heart out for Valentine's Day," and then she lowered her voice as she almost kissed him again, lips lingering over his, and said, "because I fully intend to return the favor." She didn't need to tell him she appreciated the gift; he most likely already knew.