“Hmm,” Rose hummed, nodding and nipping softly at Rolf’s lips, “we did.” She rested her head down onto his chest and watched him, watched his long, elegant fingers wrap around his wand, smiling at the thought that in the very near future she would have those fingers explore her in ways they hadn’t taken time for just now. Once the incantation had been cast, she slid off of him – sighing softly as she felt him slip out of her – and snuggled against his side.
She watched as their things slipped through the window, and as soon as it was on the floor – where she had no problem with it staying; she wasn’t getting up to move it – she flicked her wrist and summoned her wand from the pile. “I could get used to this holiday thing,” she grinned up at him and draped her leg over his waist. “And us.”