She was so desirable to him. All woman, curves and softness and skin that simply begged to be touched. He couldn't help wanting her any more than he could help breathing.
He kissed his way up her neck and rested his cheek against hers, lips forming the words on their own again, silent, breath fanning her ear. She smelled so good too. He wondered if there was enough time to go ahead and drag her somewhere a little more private so he could at least touch her, even if that meant still not going all the way.
There was a faint noise at the doorway, and his eyes opened, half lidded, to peer through Pansy's hair toward the entrance. Where his sister stood, looking at them with her head slightly tilted, an unreadable expression on her face. When she saw him looking, she drew herself up to her unformidable full height and, with a mischievous look in her eyes, said, "Just what is going on here?" in an almost prim tone, mimicking Theo from earlier.