His lips felt nice. Nice and soft and perfect. "I love when you kiss me," she murmured against his lips. "Since the very first time." Her finger came up, tracing over the perfect curves of his lips. "Remember the first time you kissed me?" A silly little smile appeared as she thought back. "I'll never forget." Eyes flicking up, she frowned. "Just a fifth year..." She'd hated that. It'd stuck with her forever but here she was. With him. She couldn't be mad about it. "And then that one at the end of your seventh year. Before you left me forever. Against the stacks in the library. I always thought of you whenever I went in there after that." She shook her head, wet hair plastering over her breasts and neck. "Ruined it for me." She'd always loved him. Giggling, Mandy's eyes closed, the world swimming a bit.
Her legs fell apart, unable to resist his touch. Her hand slid down his chest, before finding him, aching and hard. Brushing her thumb over the head of his cock, she smiled lazily up at him, shifting her leg to give him better access. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest. "Wanna know a secret?" she asked, speech still a bit slurred. "I love it when you touch me there." His fingers moved overt he outside of he wet heat, nipples brushing against his chest as her breathing quickened. She'd never had drunk sex before but it was starting to look like fun.
"I've never skipped work before," she murmured, thinking about how nice it'd be to owl in and lay in bed with Roger all day. She'd never missed a class and never missed a day of work that wasn't planned. Of course, before working for the Ministry, she'd run her own Potions shoppe. She missed it. So much.
"Lots of boys for you," she said, nodding, fingers wrapping around him, teasing him playfully. Her head fell back, and she smiled dreamily up at him. "You've always been mine," she said. "Even when you weren't. You were."