"Such a Slytherin thing to say love, I'm rubbing off on you," Atticus smirked and then let out a shaky breath of anticipation when she ran her fingers over his pants, feeling her beginning to remove them, lifting his hips to help her along her way, "I uh, think that's definitely a good start."
Atticus watched her hands work as she pushed his pants downward, "I think you might have a hell of a future in the world of personal care." He teased, watching the gorgeous red head he was allowed to call his fiance.