The bedposts rattled against the stone wall of the room. Distant cries could be heard from the other side of the wall; not cries of pain, but of pleasure. The blonde was doing his job perfectly; the redhead could tell, even from where she stood at the closed door. She ticked off another name on her clipboard before drawing out her wand and vanishing the door with a satisfied smirk, leaving the room undetectable.

The redhead made her rounds swiftly, not wanting to disturb the customers. It was a good business, one she carefully protected. It wouldn't do to get caught. The blonde, however, enjoyed disturbing the customers. That was his job.

He felt her fingers pressing into his shoulder blades as she pulled him down to her, enveloping him in a sultry kiss. She tasted like coffee. He hated coffee. He moved his mouth to nibble at her ear, smiling inwardly at the soft moan of pleasure he received in thanks. Her skin tasted good. Ah, cinnamon. He nibbled tenderly, then kissed her neck, moving ever closer to the hollow just above her collarbone. Her left hand found its way to his cheek, turning his head towards hers, and she met him halfway in a dangerously heated kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth as she clung to his back, his hands making quick work of the buttons on her shirt. He had never been one to wait.

She strode away from the first room. Another pleased customer, she mused, the bag of coins jangling in her pocket. She stopped in front of a tapestry, pulling out her clipboard again. Then, with a swish of her wand, the tapestry rolled up, revealing yet another locked door. She listened carefully. From within the room, the same cries and calls of pleasure could be heard, with intermission. At the first noise indicative of bondage, or whipping she carefully scrawled a word in the margin, before proceeding to check the name off the list and hide the door once again.

The blonde pushed her shirt away from her front, and crawled backwards to allow her to sit up, never once breaking the kiss. His own buttons were already undone, his tie cast precariously aside. She sat up slightly, pulling her shirt off her. He did the same with his own. One of his hands found her shoulder and forced her back down onto the mattress, and their clash of mouths continued. He had long ago mastered the art of breathing through his nose whilst his mouth was otherwise occupied. Her fingers continued to press deep into his flesh, leaving marks on his back.

His mouth left hers, trailing a path down her neck and along her collarbone towards her shoulder. He took the strap of her bra teasingly in his mouth, pulling it off her shoulder to hang loosely on her arm. He kissed across her collarbone to the other shoulder, pushing the strap down with his hand before he reached it. He was already impatient. Her moaning continued as he kissed back up her neck to her mouth again, his hands finding the zipper on her skirt. He undid it, and her hands relieved his of their duty in pushing her skirt off.

While he had been kissing her neck, she had unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down below his knees, and kicked them to the floor. She rolled to her side, forcing him down on the bed as she pushed herself up on top of him. Her hands now occupied with holding her weight, she lowered herself to him and kissed him again. Her brown curls fell around his muscular chest as she pulled up. Her hips lowered onto his as she arched her back, allowing him easy access to the hook of her upper undergarment. It fell off her shoulders and she took it the rest of the way off. Through her thin panties, she could feel the hardness of his penis through his soft boxers. She took her mouth off his, her hands playing dangerously on his legs as her hair brushed his stomach. She pulled on the waistband of his boxers and he raised his hips, allowing them to slide to his knees. He kicked them to the floor.

She came back to him, or rather, her mouth came back to his, and he rolled himself on top again. He kissed her stomach, while he removed her panties not-so-discreetly. He moved his hand down to her vagina, stroking it delicately while he continued to kiss her. She shuddered beneath him as he felt the wetness increase. He removed his hand and placed it back on the bed to stabilize himself. He didn't bother waiting for her, or telling her what was going to happen. It was inevitable anyway.

Her cry of mingled pain and pleasure was so loud, he was sure they'd get caught. Then he heard the wall sealing itself again. She must be doing rounds. He focused on the sound of her cry until it stopped reverberating. Then he began to move. He moved slowly, creating just the initial friction. She maneuvered her way on top and lifted her hips, not quite all the way off, but almost. It was difficult to keep them there. She moved her hips down slightly, then almost all the way off, before thrusting as hard as possible towards him. He flipped them again.

Soon, he became tired of waiting and increased his thrusts, knocking his hips against hers with increased force. Her cries became louder as he pounded into her with all his might. He too was feeling the pleasure, but only grunting in recognition. He could feel the pressure mounting. She relinquished her loudest cry yet as he released, climaxing at the same time. He flooded into her then pulled out. She lay on the bed, panting, and he lay beside her. Regaining his breath, he muttered a quick cleaning spell and redressed. By the time he was done, she was already gone, a tip left on the bedside table. It was his reward.

Outside the room, a larger reward awaited him if he did his job right.

A/N: Welcome to the prologue. More smut is on the way, I promise.