"Lucky, I'm an ambidextrous metamorphmagus," Teddy Lupin said, switching his fork from his right to his left hand, and allowing the right to slip under the table...and between Ginny Potter's legs.
Her reaction wasn't as surprised as it, perhaps, should have been. They'd been working up to this for some time—Teddy's brushing against her to get a snack while she was in the kitchen, the occasional wink of his cinnamon-brown eyes, at least, that's the color he usually chose for them. And with Harry having to work overtime so much lately, because of the rash of break-ins, the flirtation had only escalated...to this.
She shifted slightly in her chair to allow greater access and glanced over at him. He was infuriatingly calm, eating his steak and kidney pie with his left hand and just a slight smirk on that too-handsome face, while she was having to restrain herself from moaning and gyrating.
"What's an amb-dexter met...morph-gus, Mummy," asked Lily, stumbling over the syllables. She sat on Ginny's other side, juice from her pie dribbling from the side of her mouth and down to her rounded chin.
Ginny used a napkin to wipe the face clean. "It's nothing. Teddy's just making a joke."
Lily frowned, not really satisfied with that explanation, but she had something else to say. "Oh. Dad was telling me about the break-ins earlier. He said it was funny, because nothing ever appeared to be missing, just someone had been able to open magic locks without using magic. He said it was someone aba-normly good with his hands."
Ginny glanced again at Teddy, still intent on his pie with his left hand and her folds with his right. He shifted his eyes toward her with a very deliberate wink under the fringe of his cyan-blue hair.
She lowered her bum on the seat to allow even more access and unconsciously closed her eyes as the younger man's fingers went deeper. "Why don't you take your dessert upstairs to your room, darling," she suggested to Lilly, giving her face a final swipe with her napkin and handing her the pudding cup.
Lily shifted in her chair so that her legs dangled and then she hopped down. "But what's a amb-dexter met-morph-gus?" she asked again, seeing her mother ove in a funny way on her chair and smile at Teddy.
"Someone good with his hands, sweetheart," Teddy answered for her. "I'll come up and see you before I leave."
Lily nodded and left the room with her pudding cup, still not satisfied. "I'll ask Dad when he comes home," she said to herself as she climbed the stairs. "He always answers my questions." The little girl continued to her room, repeating so she wouldn't forget, "Ambidexter met-morph-gus, good with his hands...ambixter met-morph-gus..."