Theodore Nott (

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So this was what was missing for the past while, Theodore had concluded with what little resource he hadn't dedicated to the experience itself. The anticipation was maddening. (And the sort of mad he didn't mind succumbing to, which is not of the same sort that he had recently awoken to--a good change.) He gasped slightly at the hand that had made its way to his chest, since everything seemed cold to warm flesh.

His own hands trailed along his companion's waist, untucking his shirt from his pants. And trying to make short work of the belt buckle, should he have enough room to get that deal with right away.

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