Who: Wayne and Hannah What: Celebrating and exchanging gifts! Where: Wayne's flat When: Morning, 25 December Rating: PG-13ish? A bit of snogging. Status: Complete
Wayne hummed to himself as he spread the tablecloth out on the table. He smoothed it out, and then moved to the counter to collect platters and arrange them on the table. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, and the flat- while still a little emptier than he might prefer- was cheerfully decorated for the holiday. He brought the juice pitchers over, carefully lining them up on the table. Turning back to the stove, he switched it on and quickly scrambled up some eggs; a glance to his watch told him that Hannah would be over soon. Touching his wand, he carefully whispered a charm to start cleaning and cutting the fruit for their fruit salad. The milk was warming, and it didn't take Wayne long to get the eggs into the pan.
It wasn't long before the table was set, juice pitchers on the table, a bowl of fruit salad placed next to a plate of scambled eggs, and a bowl of assorted croissants waiting rather cheerfully. The milk was warm, but Wayne left it as it was for the moment- he'd let her pick which kind of hot chocolate (and marshmallows!) she'd like.
He couldn't help but be a little nervous- he did want this to be- well, perfect. He knew he was probably spoiling her- his sister had been teasing him about that just the night before- but he couldn't help it. He liked to see her smile and he wanted to make her happy- it seemed, sometimes, like she hadn't had enough things to make her smile. Or that she didn't quite smile enough. And maybe he was being silly, but still.
There was a knock on the door, and Wayne glanced back to the table- it looked okay, he thought- and he quickly made his way over to answer the door, pulling it open and brightening with a grin when he found Hannah standing outside. "Hello, love!" he exclaimed, stepping back to let her inside before he leaned down for a kiss. "You've great timing- I've just finished getting breakfast ready for us."
"Oh, brilliant!" Hannah smiled, cheerfully, as she pulled back from their kiss and unbuttoned her coat. "Happy Christmas," she added, with another brief kiss. "I've a gift for you, too," there were a few wrapped presents in her hands, "should I put it under the tree?"
"If you'd like to!" he replied with a grin, closing the door and taking her coat as she pulled it off. He hung it up on a nearby hook and motioned for her to go on. "I'm afraid the tree's looking a little empty beneath it, since it's just the two of us. But I still like it. I hope you're hungry! What kind of hot cocoa would you like? I've peppermint, Irish cream, and...I don't even remember. Oh! And marshmallows?"
His excitement was evident, but catching as well- Hannah smiled, feeling, well, warm and fuzzy, for lack of a better term. She crossed the room to set Wayne's present under the tree, then turned back to him. "I'm glad that it's just us," she admitted, almost nervously, then added, "Ah- cocoa with peppermint? And marshmallows?"
"I'm glad, too," Wayne said, moving over to the stove to fix up their hot cocoa, dropping in a few marshmallows before turning to bring it to her. "Here, love." He moved to pull her chair out for her to take a seat before he slid into a seat next to her. "Now, I didn't make all of it, but it shouldn't be too bad..."
Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm really happy that you're here."
"It looks incredible," Hannah replied, seeming a bit awed now that she'd sat down at the table, properly. She held her mug in both hands, blowing on the cocoa a moment before taking a sip. "Oh, and the cocoa is perfect," she added, smiling to Wayne. She set her mug down, leaning over for another kiss- though a more proper one. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she said, quietly, once she pulled back.
Wayne blushed faintly at the kiss- he couldn't quite help it. He returned the kiss, though, and pulled back a few moments later. "I just want you to enjoy yourself. And to have a good Christmas, is all." He kissed her again, briefly. "And we've the morning to ourselves- I told mum not to expect us until closer to two or three."
"You really don't have to worry so much," she said, carefully. "I mean, I've never once not enjoyed myself when I was with you, Wayne." Er, did that make sense? Hannah offered a hesitant smile, then reached to put a bit of fruit and eggs on her plate.
"I- I know," Wayne said a little quietly. "I'm not trying to worry, exactly, but- I don't know. I like doing this sort of thing for you." He returned her smile, reaching for a croissant and the butter.
"It's not that I mind," Hannah replied, blushing a bit at the admission. "I just- I hope you don't think I need all of this, you know?" She took a bite of her eggs- oh, those were good. "I suppose saying you're too nice is a pretty silly thing to complain about, huh?"
"I know," Wayne replied. "I just...I've always liked doing things for other people." He smiled a bit, his blush deepening. "Maybe a little. I mean- I suppose it's good people- you- think I'm nice, but...Oh, I don't know."
"It's not a bad thing," Hannah replied, quickly. "Not at all. Merlin, Wayne, you- you're the greatest guy I ever could have thought to ask for." She attempted to hide her blush in a sip of her cocoa.
Wayne brightened at that, and he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek again. "You're fantastic, Hannah." He couldn't quite help his smile, and he picked up his fork to really begin eating.
She might have denied it, normally, but- well, it was Christmas, so instead Hannah just replied with a simple, "Thank you." She continued eating, finishing her eggs with another few bites and then eating a few more pieces of fruit. "What bits of the breakfast did you make?" Hannah asked, curious.
"The eggs and the fruit salad. And the cocoa! Sort of. I picked up the croissants from a place down the road. The juice is fresh, too, but that's from another shop down in Kensington." He finished his own eggs and picked out another chocolate croissant.
"It's very good," she replied, reaching for a croissant as well. "Next time, though, I think I'll have to cook for you."
"I think I'd like that," he said with a smile. "Whatever you'd like to make-- whenever." Wayne took another moment to finish his croissant and leaned back in his seat with a happy sigh. Oh yes, today was going to be a really good Christmas. "Let me know if you need more cocoa or anything, love."
"Oh, I'm fine. I-" Hannah glanced over to him. "Could we open presents, do you think?" Okay, maybe she was too eager. "I- we can wait, if you want, I just- it's Christmas! I haven't been this excited for the holiday since I was a little girl," she admitted.
"Of course we can open presents!" Wayne replied with a grin, finishing his cocoa and reaching for his hand as he stood. "Come on, love. Present time!"
She gave a noise of surprise as Wayne pulled her along, but Hannah was all too happy to follow. She took a seat cross-legged in front of the tree- the box she'd placed there earlier just had a few small gifts for Wayne in it, with the hope that he'd at least like some of it. "I- I wasn't sure what you wanted," Hannah admitted, handing him the first present, a box with twoscarves, "so let me know if you don't like any of it?"
Wayne joined her near the tree, pulling his feet up under him. He accepted her present with a smile, carefully unwrapping it. He brightened when he found the scarves, and he carefully pulled one up. "Oh, it's so soft! I love this!" Leaning over, he carefully picked up a small box with a pair of earrings in it. "And this one's for you!"
Hannah opened the present- thinking, at first, to be delicate with the paper, but quickly changing her mind and tearing it open. "Oh!" She brightened, picking up one of the earrings to admire the detail. "They're adorable! Thank you, Wayne!" Hannah reached for his next gift, a money clip.
Wayne laughed a little as she tore the paper off. "I just- they seemed a little whimsical and I thought you might like them." He opened his next gift and grinned as he read the inscription.
"Good choice of words," he commented with a laugh. "My mum's always complaining that I'll lose my money just keeping it in my pockets like I do, too. I bet this'll help." He picked up a box, just slightly larger than her first gift. Inside was a charm bracelet. "Here, love. I- open this, and then I'll explain it."
"I'm glad you like it." Hannah smiled, and then tore into the new present much the same way she had the first. "Oh!" Her eyes widened at the sight of the bracelet, and she carefully lifted it up, examining the details. "Oh, Wayne- I- wow..."
The locket had an H inscribed on it, and three charms dangled from it already. Wayne leaned over, carefully opening the locket. "I left it empty," he started, looking from the bracelet to Hannah. "That way you could put whatever you'd like inside."
He smiled, blushing faintly. "This one," he added, indicating a small Welsh dragon, "is where you're from. We're from. This, is where you are. And this one? Is where I'd like to take you. Tomorrow, if that's alright?"
She admired each of the charms in turn, but when she came to the last one- and Wayne's explanation- Hannah's eyes widened. "You- you probably don't mean the zoo, huh?" Part of her knew he didn't, but still. "Wayne- I- are you serious?"
"I've got a portkey to Queensland, leaving tomorrow," he replied, almost unsure. "Er- the Whitsunday Islands, in Australia. I thought- well, you wanted someplace warm, and it's the holidays, and I owled your boss and you've the week off so we could stay through the new year or we could come back here or something?"
Hannah listened with wide eyes, nodding slowly. "I- I don't know what to say, Wayne," she replied, softly. "I- I've never- I didn't think you'd- you really owled my boss?" She offered a faint smile. "I- this makes the presents I've got for you seem pretty insignificant."
"Just say yes? Please?" he asked, turning slightly. "And- don't. I love the presents, Hannah! And I'm not- it's not a contest for who can get who better gifts or anything like that! I just- I want us to take a trip and have some fun. We can relax and enjoy the holidays, you know?"
She nodded slowly, admittedly glad that Wayne didn't see it as a contest- given that he'd win every time, if it was. "Of course I'm saying yes," she said, offering Wayne another hesitant smile. "How could I not? Merlin, Wayne- I- you- are you sure this isn't too much?"
"Very sure," Wayne replied, visibly relaxing at her yes. He leaned over for a brief kiss. "Very, very sure. You deserve it! And business has been good; I cut some good deals in Austria and Russia a few months ago so I earned a bonus and I've been able to save up a lot, so- well, that's besides the point, isn't it? I just mean to say that no, it's not too much. It's enough. I promise. I mean- it's not that I'm going to go whisking you off every weekend, either!"
"Good deals?" she asked, admittedly curious. "Merlin, Wayne, I call it a good day if I get a few extra sickles in tips." Hannah shook her head- she still couldn't believe it. "Thank you," she added, belatedly. "For- for all of this. It's- you're incredible." And much more than she deserved, though she didn't say that part aloud.
"I'm sure you're one of just a few who think so," he said with a sheepish smile. "But you're welcome." He was quiet for a moment- he hadn't meant to let the part about his dealings slip out. "And- yeah. I- well, I suppose I have a bit of explaining to do, don't I? I mean- about where my money's coming from..."
Hannah looked confused. "I- did I say something I shouldn't have?" she asked, nervously, biting her lower lip. "You don't have to explain anything, Wayne," she offered. "I mean, I know some people- families just have more money, yeah?" It didn't have to be anything more complicated than that, did it?
"I- wha- no! No, you haven't said anything wrong," he said, shaking his head. "And I- well, I do- because- we're dating, and I think- I want to be honest with you. Especially if- well, if we think we're going to be dating for a while..." He fidgeted a little in his seat. "Yeah, some families have more money, but we- all of my money is- it's mine. I've earned it. From the family business..."
Had he not been honest so far? Oh, this line of conversation was very quickly making Hannah even more nervous. (But then he mentioned the idea of them dating for a while and she was, somehow, relieved. At least he wasn't breaking up with her on Christmas!) "That- that's good though, isn't it?" she offered. "That you've made your own money? Especially if you've done so well for yourself, right? I mean-" Well, okay, comparing him to herself probably wasn't quite fair, to either of them. Hannah reached for Wayne's hand, lacing their fingers together.
"I don't know that it's all exactly legal," he said, looking down at their joined hands. "I mean- it's all- the shop? It's only a shop for cover. I mean- we really do buy and sell antiques and all that kind of stuff, but we're- you've heard of the black market, yeah? We do that. Buying and selling, smuggling things in and out- that's what I was working on when I was gone for so long. It's not- we're not the mafia! We don't kill and as far as I know we don't deal drugs. It's just...restricted items. Potions ingredients, flying carpets. That- that's sort of thing."
Hannah listened quietly, keeping hold of Wayne's hand, though perhaps more for her own comfort now than his, as she'd intended. The idea of what he was describing just seemed so... strange. So- well, so not him. Smugglers were dark, shady creatures, weren't they? Not people like Wayne.
"Oh." Her voice was quiet, more hesitant than she'd meant to sound. "I mean- I- sorry," Hannah spoke quickly, trying to process her thoughts, "I'm just- it's not what I expected to hear."
Okay, relax, Abbott. Breathe.
"Why do you do it?" Hannah asked, finally. An odd question, perhaps, but she was curious. "I mean- well, do you like it? Or is it just- just something your dad and granddad-" What, forced him to do? "Okay, I'm not making any sense. I- you're sure you- you promise that you don't do anything cruel?" Maybe she could rationalize it that way.
"You don't have to apologize," Wayne started, shaking his head. "I...yeah. I know it wasn't."
The silence stretched out as he waited, not sure of quite what to say. As she spoke again, he carefully released a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. "No, nothing cruel. I've never hexed or cursed anybody. And- I don't know. I grew up with it. I was fifteen when I learned about it. Sixteen when I got the mark- er, tattoo. And- well, I have to admit that the money's nice. I mean- I don't try to show it off too much or anything, but it does come in handy for flats or not-quite spontaneous trips."
She nodded slowly, the idea sinking in as Wayne spoke. "I imagine so," Hannah replied with another hesitant smile. "It- it makes sense," she added, "if you grew up with it, I mean. It's your family business," legal or otherwise. "I- I'm not mad." In case he thought she might be. "Just- I'm glad you could tell me. And I won't tell anyone else!" she said, quickly. "I- I swear. Um- tattoo?"
"Thanks," Wayne said, visibly relaxing. He smiled again and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek- almost hesitant to kiss her on the lips again without being sure she wanted it. "You're the only one I've told since I got into it. And- well, I trust you." Which might have been evidenced by him telling her in the first place.
"Oh! Yeah. Each- everybody in the family who helps, or- or participates in some way, even if it's with the admin stuff for the shop- gets the tattoo. The Orion constellation. It's..kind of like the tattoos members of the mafia get to show their allegiance? Except these are charmed, to alert when somebody's betraying the family. Even those who marry into the family and learn what's going on get them."
Hannah couldn't help but wonder if she had to get one now, too, since she'd been let in on the secret. Except he'd said family members, and so that wasn't--
"Thank you," she replied, "for trusting me, I mean. I- could I see? The tattoo?"
"If anything, I should be thanking you, love." Wayne smiled almost shyly and nodded, carefully releasing her hand. He turned so that his back was to her, setting his presents just to the side as he reached up to the collar of his shirt, tugging it up over his head, though he kept his arms in the shirt to make it easier to put back on. There, on his left shoulder blade, was a pattern of stars lined up just like the Orion constellation. "Orion was a hunter, in Greek mythology. I suppose the Hopkins family rather fancies themselves to be hunters. Just...of a slightly different beast."
The explanation made sense, however odd that was. Hannah reached a hand out, gently tracing the outline of the stars against Wayne's skin. (She couldn't help but notice, too, that his skin was warm, comforting to touch, in a way.) "I have one, too, you know," she said, suddenly. "A tattoo, I mean."
"You do?" he asked, looking over his shoulder back to her in surprise. "Really?" He never would have thought she would, to be honest. Wayne couldn't help but smile faintly as he felt her fingers on his skin, and he turned toward her a moment later, leaning over for a soft, lingering kiss. "I- what is it? I don't think I ever would have expected you to have any..."
She was glad for the kiss, though Hannah found herself blushing again afterward. "No, I suppose I'm not really the... type for that," she admitted. She moved back a bit, turning just slightly as she lifted her shirt up, revealing three orchids wrapped from just below her navel around her side. "It's- they were my mum's favorite flower," she explained, nervously.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with having a tattoo, though! If you wanted one, then why shouldn't you get one, type or not type?" His eyes widened for a moment as she reached to pull her shirt up and he swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. "I- oh-"
He started to reach out and realized that he should probably put his shirt back on or pull his arms out from where they were in the sleeves. "They're pretty," he said, sitting up a moment to pull the shirt back on. One hand came up, though he didn't actually touch her, and he glanced back to her face. "I- may I?"
Hannah nodded again. "You can, if you want," she replied. "I've only had it for about a year," she added, "since the fourth anniversary of her death." She was almost surprised she could say that quite so calmly- she wouldn't have been able to, a few years ago. "I- I wanted something for her, since I didn't have anyone-- anything else."
"Oh..." Wayne let his fingers gently trace one of the flowers. "That makes sense." He looked back to her, letting his hand find hers. "You're not alone anymore, Hannah. I- I know I didn't know your mum, and I don't know much about whatever other family you have, but- I do want to be here for you."
She squeezed his hand in return, letting her shirt fall back down and moving closer to Wayne. Oh, she hadn't meant to let herself get this emotional, but she just... needed comfort. "I haven't seen my father or my brother in... four years, I suppose." It felt like much longer. "Since the summer after my mum died. I just- I left home," she explained, "and they never sought me out. Maybe they knew where I was- what I- I don't know."
Wayne gently tugged her to his lap and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't- I never knew." He hugged her a little closer, just for a moment. "You must be more amazing than I thought." He kissed her temple and then just snuggled her a little closer.
Hannah gave a brief laugh, though she moved a hand around Wayne's waist to keep close. "I don't know about that," she replied, quietly. "I don't think they send amazing people to Azkaban when they're sixteen for- for stealing magic." Oh, she shouldn't have said that.
"Azkaban?" Wayne pulled back just slightly, an almost-frown on his face. He had heard- but Hannah? "I- you were there? I didn't- I never- I had no idea..." His hand came up, tucking a bit of hair back behind her ear. "They were wrong, you know. To do that- no, you never deserved to be there." And maybe she'd heard that before, or had figured that out for herself, but he honestly believed it. "And you are amazing, Hannah. If you- how long were you there?"
Oh, oh, she really didn't like that look on his face. Hannah glanced down at her own lap, though she made no move to pull back. At least not until he pushed her away, if he was going to. "I was there," she replied, quietly. "Sorry, Wayne, I- I didn't mean to tell you. Or maybe I did, I don't know- I- you've trusted me, and I should trust you- I mean, I do trust you, but at least you- your secret is- oh, I don't even know what I'm saying." She took a deep breath. "A year. I was there for a year- when everyone else was at school for their seventh year. That's why I- where I'd gone."
"No, don't apologize!" Wayne leaned over for another soft kiss, though he kept it brief. "It's- no, don't apologize. I didn't- I wish I'd known." He looked down to the space between them. "I owled, you know. When you didn't come back. But the owl just returned with nothing and I had- I didn't know." He looked back to her. "Merlin, Hannah- if you survived- a whole year?" He was...Well, stunned, for lack of a better word. "And you're still- no, love, you really are amazing."
She shook her head- she didn't feel amazing. Most of the time she just felt scared, or lost, or any number of other unpleasant things- Wayne was the first person in a long time who'd made any sort of marked difference. And she didn't want to lose that. "You're the first to know. I mean- well, the professors knew, when I went back to school. And I suppose it's on a... record of me, somewhere. But I don't really- I haven't told my friends." Though some of them had likely figured it out, or at least guessed. "I- I don't know."
"Oh, but you are," he said, his voice softer. "Look at you, love. You're still here, getting through every day. You still have friends who love you. There are people who care for you- and- well, maybe I'm wrong, but it doesn't seem like Azkaban sucked everything from you. And you're strong- stronger than you seem to give yourself credit for." He looked down, face flushing a faint pink. "Thank you, though, for trusting me. And- well, I meant it. Earlier. You're not alone anymore."
Hannah turned a bit more toward him, reaching a hand up to cup Wayne's cheek, meeting his gaze again. "Thank you," she replied, softly. "I- I don't want to be alone, not if I could have you- have this." She leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips- this one lingered a bit more, and Hannah was finally smiling when she pulled back. "You're the only one who's ever seen the tattoo, too, did you know?" Well, of course he didn't. "Aside from the artist, of course. I don't just- er, show it off? If that makes sense." Okay, now she just sounded silly.
"You're the only one outside of my family to see mine," he replied with a smile of his own. "At Hogwarts I would always glamor it when I showered or changed or whatever- I didn't want to have to explain it to everybody." He tilted his head slightly, leaning just toward her hand. "And you've no need to thank me. I just- I like you a lot, and I want to be here for you. And you don't have to go through anymore alone. You shouldn't have to."
"I like you a lot, too, Wayne." Which maybe might have been obvious, but Hannah wasn't sure that she'd said it quite so directly. "And I do have to thank you, because I am thankful." Her hand moved away from his cheek, though she leaned up for one more kiss. "You've still got presents to open, you know," she added, whispering against his lips as she pulled back just slightly.
Wayne brightened at her admission, and he easily-happily- returned the kiss. "Have I?" Wayne asked softly, smiling faintly before he kissed her once more, letting it linger.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything else for you to open," he said softly as he pulled back. "But- tomorrow. We'll have a week where you can do whatever you'd like."
"Don't you dare get me anything else, Wayne Hopkins," Hannah said in an attempted warning tone- she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to enforce that, though. "Here." She moved off his lap (reluctantly), finding his lasttwo presents and setting them in front of him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to look as innocent as he could. It didn't work very well and he couldn't help but laugh softly. He smiled as she offered the presents and he carefully picked them up, unwrapping them and grinning as he discovered what they were. "I love them," he said, looking back to her with a smile. "Thank you, love." Leaning over, he kissed her again.
"You're welcome," she replied simply, leaning back toward him to return the kiss. It was another minute before she pulled back, though only long enough to move closer, sitting on Wayne's lap again, her own legs straddling his this time so she was facing him. Hannah admittedly wasn't quite sure where this boldness had come from, and she offered Wayne a brief kiss before asking, "I- is this okay?"
Wayne swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "I- yes. Yes, of course," he said, nodding. His hands moved to rest lightly on the tops of her thighs, not meaning or trying to pressure her, but mostly for a relatively safe place to put them. "I can't think of any reason why it wouldn't be, at least."
"I just- I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Hannah said, offering a faint smile. Just because she felt comfortable like this didn't mean he did, after all. She kissed him again. "So what do I need to pack for Australia?"
"I suppose it depends on what we want to do," he replied with a grin. "It's summer, and I've gotten us a flat to stay at on the Whitsunday islands for the week. So, I mean, we could do whatever you'd like- I'd imagine we'd like to spend at least some time at the beach, and maybe exploring the islands? And we can just as easily go to other places if you wanted!"
"I'll definitely want to spend some time at the beach," she replied, nodding and smiling brightly. "Oh! I'll need to get a new bathing suit!" Hannah wasn't even sure when the last time was that she'd had occasion to wear one. "Any preference for that?" she asked, a bit playfully.
"Preference?" Wayne's eyes widened slightly. "I- erm." He turned his head to clear his throat. "Well, you know I'll think you're pretty no matter what you're wearing, love!"
She flushed at the compliment, though she knew she should be used to them by now. "Still," Hannah prompted with a brief kiss, "if there's something you'd like- ah, in particular? You can tell me."
"I can't think of anything in particular," Wayne replied, shaking his head slightly. "I mean- I've never- I've never had anybody wearing a swimsuit to impress me. And I never really noticed other girls' swimsuits before..."
"Oh." Hannah nodded, then glanced down, suddenly unsure if she should have mentioned it. Maybe- well, maybe he didn't care? If he never noticed girls before, well... "Well, I'll figure something out, anyway.
"I- oh- I mean- I don't mean I don't care what you wear at all! I just- I don't have a real preference. I want you to wear something you'll be comfortable in, love. That's all."
"I just thought- I mean, I offered because- well- you're doing all of this for me, and I- I want to do something, even if it was a pretty silly suggestion, I suppose- and- I- at least if I wore something nice it'd seem like I belonged there with you and- I-"
Wayne leaned forward and cut her off with a kiss. "You'll belong with me there no matter what you wear, love. And I mean it. Whether it's a one-piece or a little bikini- it's- you're beautiful, love." He kissed her again, letting it linger. "I'm just happy you'll be there with me."
The kisses were a reassurance, and Hannah nodded just slightly as they finally broke apart. She brought a hand up, brushing her fingers through Wayne's hair- brushing it aside from his forehead and then behind his ear before cupping his cheek with the same hand. "Thank you, Wayne," she said, finally, softly. "I- I promise I'll get used to all of this- it's just- you're just- so incredible-"
He closed his eyes for a moment, smiling faintly as he felt her fingers through his hair. "You're welcome, love. And I- well, I'm glad you think I am. Like I said- I just want you to be happy. You can do whatever you'd like to do, love."
"Just- just tell me if you're not, too, okay?" Hannah gave a faint smile, her fingers trailing down along his jaw and her hand dropping to rest above where his on her leg. She took a deep breath, and leaned over for another, briefer kiss.
"I will," he promised, smiling at her touch. His hand turned, finding hers as he returned her kiss. His free hand moved up, resting at the small of her back as he kissed her again, a little deeper.
Hannah was all too happy to return the kiss, her own lips parting against Wayne's as she leaned back toward him. She felt a slight shiver along her spine as his hand rested at her back, but she wasn't about to complain.
His hand slid up her back as she leaned toward him, fingers sliding into her hair. His lips parted, tongue sliding out almost hesitantly to meet hers. Releasing her hand, he moved his to her back again, gently tugging her closer as they kissed.
She gave a faint noise at the back of her throat, but Hannah liked this- oh, did she like this. Her tongue moved along his, deepening the kiss further as hand moved between them to rest against Wayne's chest, fingers splaying against his shirt.
Wayne's lips curved into a faint smile as he heard the noise she made, and he pulled back a moment later to catch his breath. His lips quickly moved back to hers as he leaned back, pulling her down with him- he paused a moment with a faint sound as he landed on top of one of the gift boxes, and he shifted slightly to push it aside, moving his lips back to hers.
Hannah smiled a bit when Wayne landed on the gift box, but once he settled back down, she was all too happy to return to snogging him. She kept one hand at his chest, the other moving to the floor beside him for support as she leaned over. After a moment she broke their kiss, though quickly trailed her lips to his jawline, kissing there slowly.
A slight noise escaped him as her lips moved to his jawline, his breathing a little uneven. "I- oh, Hannah-" he whispered, his voice a little unsteady. A moment later, his hand slid from her hair to her cheek as he turned his head to kiss her properly once more.
"Hmm?" she rather hummed the question against his lips, barely pulling away as she did. Her fingers played with the buttons at the front of his shirt, though didn't undo them, as tempting as the idea was.
"Don't- please don't stop-" he managed to whisper, just before nipping at her lower lip. A shiver ran down his back as he felt her fingers at his buttons, and he shifted just slightly under her.
"Won't," was her brief reply, kissing him again rather fervently after he nipped at her lip. Her fingers undid the first button on his shirt after another moment, pressing her fingertips just faintly against the bit of skin exposed there. Hannah was quite enjoying herself, and was thoroughly distracted (and perhaps a bit overwhelmed, in the moment); she didn't hear the sound of the floo flaring to life behind them.
Wayne was enjoying himself just as much, and he found himself rather distracted as he felt her fingers on his skin. He did, however, hear the floo, and he pulled back a moment later, glancing over.
"Georgie?" He blinked in surprise as he saw his sister. "Is something wrong?"
Hannah had nearly jumped away when Wayne announced his sister's presence- oh, this was not how she wanted her first impression to go! She sat up quickly, and made work of straightening her jumper (though it didn't really need it) as Wayne's sister spoke.
Georgie had caught on fairly quickly to the scene she'd interrupted, and giggled, bringing a hand to cover her mouth in a half-hearted attempt at muffling the sound. "Mum wanted to make sure you were coming over soon. She said she's hungry! I'll tell her you're-" more giggles, "-busy."
Wayne remained exactly as he was, though he did lean up on an elbow to look over at his sister. "I- ah- yeah, thanks. We're on our way. Give us ten minutes, and we'll be there. Promise."
The hand attached to the arm he wasn't leaning up on came up to brush his hair back from his forehead, sending a bit of it sticking up.
Georgie gave a nod and a playful wave, and then the connection was closed.
"I am so sorry, Wayne," Hannah apologized quickly as soon as Wayne's sister disappeared. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she was kneeling on the ground a bit to his side. "I didn't mean- I didn't know she'd-"
Wayne sat up, cutting her off again with another kiss. "Don't be. It's not your fault, and it's not like I haven't walked in on her snogging her boyfriend before." He kissed her again, then pulled back, his hand moving up to smooth down a bit of her hair. "It's fine, love. She might tease me a little later, but she won't go blabbing to everybody about it."
She nodded a bit hesitantly, replying with a faint smile and, "Okay." Hannah reached a hand out, carefully rebuttoning his shirt where she'd undone it before. "That- before she- that was really nice."
"I liked it a lot, too," Wayne replied with a playful grin. He looked down as she buttoned his shirt, blushing faintly. "I- ah, thank you."
Leaning over, he kissed her once more, letting it linger. When he pulled back, he turned slightly to reach for her bracelet- he realized that he'd never put it on her, and he carefully clasped it around her wrist. Once that was done, he stood and offered her a hand. "Come on, love. I suppose they're waiting for us. And after- well, maybe we could come back here for a bit."