#isminx

Fingers gave the faintest twitch against his arm as he looked down at the furred creature currently making a bed of his lap. Lips tugged into a slightly frown as he considered something, “tell me you had the foresight to clean this little beast before bringing it here.” Gaze flicked to her, waiting and accusatory though he still hadn’t outright said no to her question -- damn her and her enticing, deep gaze. 

IT’S  HARD  TO  DO  A  UNDERCOVER  WORK  WITH  THE  TASK  FORCE.  even  harley  is  too  notorious  so  they  have  to  do  it  at  night  and  the  make  up  and  wig  is  enough  to  make  her  seem  like  her  old  self  as  they  keep  it  low  at  a  bar,  following  some  of  black  mask  men.  a  new  player  is  in  town  and  black  mask  was  pissed  and  they  had  to  know  who  it  was.  enemy  of  your  enemy  is  your  temporal  ally,  or  so  they  say.    But  they  are  look  their  way  too  much  and  rick  can  tell  that  it’s  directed  at  harley.  “Damn  it.  they  are  going  to  find  out.”  he  points  out  before  he  scoots  over  closer  and  his  arm  circles  around  her  shoulders,  inevitably  pulling  her  closer,  and  on  his  lips,  a  smile,  as  if  she  said  something  sweet  and  nice  and  he  is  just  a  man  flirting  with  a  woman  at  a  bar.  “Follow  my  lead,  ‘right?  don’t  freak  out.”  and  with  that  small  warming,  rick  leans  over  to  press  his  lips  on  her  own.  and  he  is  making  it  convincing  (  he  will  ignore  how  good  it  feels  and  how  much  he  might  had  thought  about  this  before  ),  mouth  opening  for  hers  and  his  hand  lacing  on  her  hair.  through  half  closed  gaze,  he  can  see  the  men  looking  away,  suddenly  uncomfortably  by  the  display  of  affection  shown.

“Depends. Where are we going?” Eyebrow arches as Geralt rises to a standing position from where he’d been seated. Of course he’s going with her - he has nothing else to do and someone’s got to keep her out of trouble.

( emmett )  yeaaaah told him jewelry was overrated ( emmett )  in his defense though, anything’s going to be lacking when it follows MY gift ( emmett )  and luckily for you the hoverboard is best experienced when drunk ( emmett )  don’t jump on it til i get there! gotta see that

Lucius smoothed his hands over the shirt she demanded he wore tonight. A small smirk on his face as he slowly looked her over; she was looking as stunning as ever in the outfit he’d picked out for her -- something comfortable enough for them to lounge at home but still tight enough for him to show her off. Granted, their company for the night was not company he particularly needed to impress ( or cared to ) but that wasn’t the point. Her friends would arrive soon for dinner and likely drinks, and their version of an interrogation -- he was sure. He pulled her close, a hand resting at the small of her back and a small smile on his face. “I would ask if we have sufficient time to loosen you up but I highly doubt you sleeping through dinner would be ideal for anyone,” he teased as he leaned closer to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. 

Lucius' initial reaction was to scoff at the comment.. the idea of sharing the stress and everything that came with it seemed so preposterous to him and he even thought it was a jibe at his expense. Then he looked at her, noticed that earnest expression on her face laced with concern and something he could only interpret as a tender affection. He exhaled, whatever defensive or even angry reactionary left him along with that sudden burst of air. Lucius regarded her for a few moments before his scowl softened, “why would I willingly offload some of that onto your shoulders? Have they also not carried enough?” he asked, his attempt at explaining exactly why he chose to bear it alone.” 

Lucius decided to wash up in the guest bath so she could sleep longer -- he remembered her telling him that she didn’t get very many restful nights -- then he had an elf bring him tea to his study as he got to work. It was some time later that the same elf came into his study reporting, “Master Malfoy’s guest is awake, shall I summon her here?” Lucius shook his head at it then waved it off as he found a stopping point in his work. When he found Hermione, she was trying to tug her shirt on as she descended the stairs, looking ahead with wide eyes. He couldn’t help the smug smirk on his lips as he took the first few steps down, “and here I thought you would like to stay for morning tea and breakfast,” he called after her, eyes shining with amusement as he shamelessly took in the sight of her half-dressed and appearing rather shy.