Nodding, Clara kept smiling. “I accept.” Her smile turned into a smirk. “Little do you know that I have a History of Magic essay due in a few days. I hope you like the Goblin Wars. You’ll be writing twenty inches of parchment on the economic ramifications,” she teased.
“Well, my plans are often….fluid.” Clara swooned as Tracey nipped at her neck.
She moaned at Sara’s musings. “Yes…so, where should we go?” Clara was quickly tiring of waiting. She was squirming and heat was pooling between her thighs. If they didn’t leave soon, Clara would take Sara right on her bed…