"That seems only fair, yeah?" Something that would benefit them both and not be too traumatic for their relationship in the meantime. It was all pretend anyway, right? Why shouldn't she get something positive out of her contract with Isaac?
Tracey laughed, low and sultry as she turned the wine glass around in her hand. She glanced down at his hand and smirked. "Are there appropriate places under my dress you feel the need to stroke?" She hadn't realised she'd drawn in a soft gasp while waiting for his answer.
"It is rather ridiculous to have three homes." She'd give him that much but neither of them seemed willing to give up what they had. It was all a safety measure. At least from Tracey's point of view. She'd never bargained on making a home with her husband.
Tracey hadn't counted on Isaac turning the question back on her. What happened if she said no? Would he find someone else? One of the witches around them that looked so eager and willing to know more. She clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand there for just a moment as she closed her eyes and barely kept the pleasure off her face. "Yes," she answered honestly. "To make you finish what you've started, if nothing else." Her own hand slipped possessively over his thigh, squeezing the muscle under his trouser leg. Her short nails pressed into the material only briefly and she smiled. Tracey leaned in and nuzzled along Isaac's jaw lightly. Her tone was low and knowing. "I should have a chance to explore as well, shouldn't I?" It was much easier to flirt and be coy than to actually talk about personal things. She just didn't understand what it would do to her emotions.