Two minutes later he did return, sweats in question and a plain black tee, dangling from one finger.
Padma pursed her lips at his words, still embarrassed from her trip and having to show Adrian everything—he’d probably liked that, despite his protests. She was also still amused by the situation, and slight turned on herself. No, she certainly wasn’t Adrian, but his... reminder in the shower stall definitely wasn’t soap, no matter how they teased.
She was still looking skeptically at him as he walked out, though a smirk started to spread over her lips as he walked away. Okay, so it was more than ten minutes. Still, it didn’t mean she was going to tell him that.
“Oh, and my memory is off?” She rolled her eyes, reaching for the shirt to pull over her head. “Adrian,” she said after poking her head back out the neck of the shirt. “That wasn’t even two minutes, much less ten.” She tried to keep a serious look on her face, but the edges of her mouth quirked up.
“For the love Padma” Adrian said with a shake of his head as her head reappeared through the neck of the t-shirt. “I didn’t- “ He shook his head and had to laugh. “Put the pants and get in the bedroom before you say anything else that forever wounds my pride.” He leaned forward with the pants but pulled them back at the last second. “Though anymore comments like that and you’re going to be pants-less the rest of the night.” That was a threat he was more than willing to enforce.
He tossed the prized sweats forward, lips still quirked in a smile. “You know you have a mouth on you when you’re naked. I think I approve.”
“You don’t have any pride,” she countered, but mimed sealing her lips when he threatened to take back the pants. She canted her lips to the side as she looked up at him before smiling fondly down at the fabric. Even softer than she remembered. She bent forward, still sitting on the toilet, and started pulling them up her legs. She lifted up a hand so he could help her stand, not even bothering with the toilet as she shimmied into the pants. She wasn’t slipping again.
Though, not that she had the pants on... well, honestly, she was too tired to think of anything else witty to say. “You just want a reason to keep me pantsless and in your bedroom,” she said, hand still gripping his for balance as she favored her leg. “Well, you’re going to have to settle for knickerless in your pajamas.” She wasn’t taking his bed, though. He was bigger and wouldn’t sleep comfortably on the couch, whereas she’d fit just fine, given she could remember a few cleaning spells.
“Okay I am shameless... not the point though.” Adrian helped her to her feet as she worked on pulling the pants up. At least she had given up trying to keep the towel securely around her waist like some protective ward. He hadn’t attacked her yet and he had no intention of doing so. Tonight.
“I didn’t think I needed a reason to keep you pantless and in my bed.” He kept his hand firmly around hers and added an arm around her waist as they hobbled their way out of the bathroom. If her intentions didn’t involve getting his bed, he would have much to say in argument on that. He was not putting her out on the sofa, no matter how good she was with cleaning charms. He was rubbish at them.
Adrian pulled open the door to his bedroom and angled his head forward. “Go on, lay down. Before you fall over.”