"As long as you want," he responded, his voice husky with need and want as he let his head tilt to the side giving her better access to touch his neck. He didn't attempt to halt the groan that ripped from his throat when she straddled him next. What would have been the point? She knew where he stood; knew what he wanted.

He'd never kept it secret how he felt about her. He never pushed her, though. He never would. It was her call - her push. He would willingly respond to her everytime.

Sliding his hands along her sides, they came to rest at her waist as she pressed her kisses to his throat. When she met his gaze, his stomach twisted pleasantly. Merlin, she was a sight to behold.

"Do you want me, Leathan?"

For a long heartbeat, he stared at her. That she even needed to ask had him both upset and frustrated at once. Fingers tangled into her hair as he held her gaze, his tone tense with desire.

"Always. Since we first argued the merits of our clubs, I've wanted you, Char," he breathed, his mouth claiming her own with a fierceness he didn't hold back on. Breaking the kiss long before he was close to being satisfied, he gave her a teasing wink. "Moreso since Liverpool won the Cup."

That Charlotte wasn't in a light mood wasn't impressed on the Auror. For all that he could read the slightest telltale sign when it came to his work, he wasn't so very intuned with Charlotte - or with any woman he'd dated in the past for that matter. He was never very good at knowing when the time for teasing was past.