Blaise was completely focused on the feel of her skin beneath his hands and lips. He knew in his mind it was Daphne, what he didn't think about was that it wasn't like it used to be. He had welcomed her to his bed countless times after his release from Azkaban and in his sleep laden mind it was just like those times.
Grunting softly, he licked a trail along her jaw, nuzzling her skin and inhaling her scent. "Daphne." he breathed as she reacted to his attentions. He was lost until he felt her pushing him away and he frowned. "what?" He was tried for another moment to reach her until he called her name.
He pulled away quickly and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Shite, Daphne.." He felt guilty but not as guilty as he should have. He laid there looking at her, his heart pounding and his breath irregular, and realised that he only felt bad because she would have regretted it. He wouldn't have regretted it at all. The thought gave him pause, maybe he wasn't as free of his feelings as he should have been. "I'm sorry." He rolled away from her to lay on his back and closed his eyes in frustration.