For the Love in Motion Challenge (Marauders Era: JohnAmelia)

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Amelia steps out of her office, eyes sweeping over the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's quarters. Her eyes lock on him, and she smirks for just a moment before composing herself. "Dawlish!" she calls with a crook of her finger. "My office, please."

The effect is instantaneous. Kingsley offers him a knowing smile, but the other Aurors make a small, teasing fuss.

"Someone's in trouble!"

"What'd you do this time, Dawlish?"

John plays his part well, a sheepish grin on his face as he mutters something. Amelia watches, a shiver of excitement shooting down her spine as the Auror approaches her. Without a word, she ducks back into her office, John following suit and closing the door behind him.

"If we keep this up, I'm going to earn quite a reputation," he teases, offering her a wink. "I end up in your office quite a lot."

"Well, you're stubborn. Everyone knows that. It'll take many firm lectures," she answers with a laugh.

Amelia loves these little moments. It's just them, alone, and the illusions melt away. He is no longer the mischievous Auror, and she can lay down her responsibility, if only for a few sweet moments.

His hand rests on the back of her neck, fingers tickling her skin. Amelia shivers, allowing him to pull her closer. Her arms wrap around his sturdy body, and she breathes in his warm, familiar scent of pine and sandalwood, her body relaxing.

"I do love your firm lectures," he murmurs, his lips at her ear, warm breath washing over her. "Shame they never work. I bet I'll be right back here tomorrow."

Amelia laughs, tipping her head back so that their lips meet in a gentle, barely there graze. "Stubborn," she says again.

John takes a step back, his dark eyes finding hers. Amelia's breath hitches. She doesn't understand how he can still have this effect on her. Somehow, when he looks at her with those kind eyes, she is no longer a department head. She is reduced to little more than a blushing schoolgirl.

"We really should stop doing this," he whispers, but the smile tells her that he doesn't mean it. "It's not exactly professional."

"To hell with being professional," she says, closing the distance between them again, her lips meeting his in a hungry kiss.

The office melts away until there is nothing left but the two of them.

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Amelia smooths out the creases in her shirt and fixes her hair. Her heart still beats at a fast, unfamiliar rhythm, but she doesn't care.

John grins at her, offering her one last chaste kiss before opening the office door. The stage is set again, and they have their roles to play.

John walks out first, Amelia close behind him. "Don't make me have to call you into my office again, Dawlish," she says firmly.

"I'll do my best, Milly," he snorts.

"Amelia," she corrects dryly, fighting back a grin.

When he leaves, she goes back into her office, but not before she hears someone say, "Jeez, Dawlish, must have been one hell of a talking to."

"If only you knew," Dawlish laughs.

Amelia shuts the door behind her, a satisfied smile on her lips.