His foot closed the door behind them. Closed doors protected his flat at all times. They were never open, nor was it designed to be an open space. Still, they were subtle - not over the top - so as not to stand out to any guests, however few they were. And Emmeline was not a guest but a partner. And actually this hallway led to more doors, more choices. And there was the one, yes, that one.
But Kingsley kept kissing her, not wanting it to end, breathing what little ways he could as one hand slid up under her shirt along her back. The smooth skin was warm to touch, and his hand moved smooth but strong, palm flat against the skin. It moved over the entire expanse methodically so as not to miss a single spot. Her move toward his shirt made him cast a little charm, not that it helped for the hallway, but they weren't staying in the hallway. It was silent, hardly a wisp of magic, though it fell over both of them. But it put his mind at ease, and his free hand returned to run into her hair, grasping her head with a soft moan.