Kenneth's hand moved from her hip, fingers trailing over the underside of her breast, light touches designed to frustrate her more than anything else. "I knew I liked some Slytherins for a reason," he replied between kisses, rolling them so Jemma was on top of him and he could actually see her properly.
"Your self-confidence needn't wonder about a thing," he promised, sensing her worry. "You're gorgeous and you really don't need to worry about last night."
He smiled up at her, amused. "What is it with you and rules? We'll figure them out afterwards."