The room was dim and cool, and it always seemed to shut out sound from anywhere else in the house, like a cave. Like a sanctuary. A place where nothing from outside could intrude...
The soft sound of the Floo barely reached his ears, and wasn't enough to distract him, not really. Knowing that she was here was enough. Enough to put a faint smile on his lips, but not enough to make him open his eyes. He knew what she looked like, every curve and line of her body, every crinkle of her smile. He didn't need to open his eyes.
She was here.
He shifted his hips a little, sighing with pleasure, listening for her. And after a moment he heard her. The swish of her skirt. The soft click of something being put aside. George sighed again, a long exhale, the private smile still curving his lips.
"Wasn't going to," he countered, and the smile grew a bit cheekier. George shifted, sliding to one side just enough to leave a space, if she cared to fill it.
His hand continued its lazy stroking, but his cock hardened, meeting his palm more firmly, and a barely-there moan filled his throat. Just knowing she was watching - he could see the look on her face - was more arousing than it should have been. His hips moved slightly in response, and he tightened his fingers, but focused on slow and lazy.
"Have fun with the girls?" He opened his eyes, finally looking at her. A wider smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hope you don't mind that I let myself in..."