She had to admit, that was something she absolutely adored about quidditch players, Daphne smiling into their kiss as he carried her over to the bed, a self-satisfied noise leaving her throat as he pushed her down. They were just so damn strong, something she could more than appreciate.
Moaning again, she watched his movements, looking more than a little pleased with tonight's menu-- he had been an absolutely exquisite choice, and if things continued as they had... she was going to have to thank Tracey properly.
Right now, though, her focus was entirely on the man above her, another soft, breathy half-moan, half-laugh leaving her at his rather obvious continued teasing. "Don't stop now..."