Who: Zach Smith and Fletcher Parkinson What: Wednesday is Hump Day, you know When: Wednesday May 4th Where: Fletcher's Warnings: Humping related activities Status: Incomplete
Every once in a while, for half a moment, Zach was nervous. The sex was incredible, and he was quite confident in himself. It was just...Fletcher was a Death Eater. And all things considered...but then Zach tried to remember any conversations they had and what they were about. And really, it wasn't something that came up. They weren't...friends or anything, even. They fucked. And at some point Zach and other people were also going dancing with another bloke Fletcher fucked.
Smiling as he pulled out a quill, Zach focused - as it had been a little while since he had used it - as he held the pen, without ink, against the paper. I'm coming over...soon Zach wrote, so that it curved around Fletcher's body and slid down his chest. Yes, Zach still remembered how to do that spell. He was going to have to use it to be quite distracting again sometime. That had been fun. After that note, Zach dressed - choosing his clothes with moderate attention simply to draw out the time a little. He wore decent jeans, a nice t-shirt, and a jacket, along with shoes and socks he was quite good at removing, even for him. And he had gone commando.
With that, Zach apparated outside the front door. It was still polite to knock, so far as he knew.