Marcus didn't really care one way or another. His place, her place, right there in Diagon Alley. Somewhere in the back of his head there was likely a red flag warning him to take it inside, but he couldn't be bothered with paying much attention to it. This had been a long time coming and he had no intentions of stopping, particularly with her hand slipping between them, settling over the rather obvious bulge he was sporting. He wasn't concerned with who had caused it, but rather how he was going to take care of it.
The simply request was all the invite he needed, an arm snaking around her in order to lift her and guide the other leg around his waist. He'd been to her place only once before but it was enough to get them where they wanted to go. Apparating to her flat, he didn't set her down, instead finding the first surface he came to and set her down, knocking whatever was covering it's surface to the floor. He cared little for what it was he was knocking around, much more interesting in slipping his fingers beneath her ridiculous sweater and tugging it up and over her head. Once it had been deposited to the floor, his own shirt followed shortly after, aided by Katie's impatient fingers.
Marcus had forgotten completely that Katie had been sharing a flat with Lexi. Lexi was the last bloody thing on his mind. Drawing her back to him, his lips found hers, picking up where they left off, her legs still hooked around him. "Room?" he asked, gruffly, his hands slipping down to settle over her arse, drawing her against him. He hadn't made it to her room the last time he'd been there and he wasn't about to waste the time searching. If it all boiled down to it, he'd carry on right where he was.
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Her legs wound around his waist, pulling herself tighter against him, enjoying the friction between their bodies. She didn't remember too much of their drunken night but she was pretty sure she wasn't going to forget this. The loud pop of apparition had her slightly dizzy or that could be his kiss. She really wasn't sure. Her arse hit the edge of her sofa table, knocking over a clock and some books as she quickly removed his sweater, pulling it over his head. They clearly had the same thing in mind cause Katie's was thrown, landing somewhere out of the way and she was in her sports bra and jeans. She yanked him closer, tugging at his belt, meeting his kiss.
It was dark in her house, no lights were on. She untangled herself from him and grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the stairs, pausing only for a moment to tug at the zipper of his jeans and dip her hand in, feeling the hard shaft pulse under her palm. She groaned, leaning in for a kiss before yanking him into her room, closing the door behind her, hoping to keep the dog out. Staring at him, she smiled, pressing him against the back of her door, hands ghosting over the hard planes of his chest, undoing the button of his trousers.
"Hurry," she muttered, wanting him so bloody desperately it ached. Everything hurt. The arousal coursing through her blood left her skin tingling, aching for release. She just wanted to be with him. Her hands moved to her own jeans, shakily undoing the button, using his shoulder to brace herself as she stripped out of them, kicking them to the side. She was all legs. All long legs and soft muscle.
"This should not be this good," she groaned, leaning in to kiss him, hands raking over his body.