Verity's body seemed to wake up without her permission. As he moved her hips, grasping them as he did, she complied until she was straddling him, only having broken the kiss breifly. Her robes were hiked up around her thighs to accommodate him and she found herself excited. The taste of him, feel of him, on her tongue was even more exciting and she found her legs tightening around him in the chair.
When he pulled away she was captivated by his eyes just how much they were expressing. She nearly shivered at the sound of his voice and when he suggested they either put up charms or go to the room she smirked. "Charms," she whispered against his ear. She had no intention of being chased to her room by a six-year old.
A soft moan was pulled from her when he kissed her again, her hands on his chest. Without thinking she began to unbutton his robes as they kissed, her hips rubbing against him slightly.