She avoided being around him sometimes for fear of this. The more in love with him she allowed herself to be the more they were going to be hurt if something happened. There was a very good chance something would happen to one or both of them by the end of the war. He knew how she felt about that. She’d noticed he was around less too though. She’d picked up on it over the last week or so. He always seemed to be doing errands that she never saw the fruit of. “You’re too busy getting drunk and dancing with other people,” she told him instead of bringing that up though. Maybe he had more secrets than she could handle at the moment.
She took a sharp intake of breathe as he flipped them over. This was how she loved it. Kicking and screaming the whole time, fighting for dominance. She was already twitchy with arousal and the feeling of his erection against her thigh didn’t do much to stifle her dirty thoughts.
“Of course I didn’t,” she said in a raspy tone. Mouthing off to him felt like a very good idea right now. She didn’t mean it in the least. It had been too long. She liked the sex too much to have allowed this go on for so long. From now on, even if were on a romantic off they were just going to have to work out a benefits package. “I have to admit thinking about all the ways you might take me when I let you again has proved rather helpful in the hiatus.”
Pig was the only person who had half a clue what was behind the neat, organized, perfect pureblood with above average intelligence veneer. He was the only person she'd even come remotely close to saying anything like that around. She wasn't afraid to tell him what she wanted and when she wanted it either.