Chapter Two - Problems

She wrapped her legs around his torso, and he lifted her easily, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down on it. She reached out to pull him down onto her, but as she did, they both jumped at the sudden knocking on the door between her bedroom and Jonny's. Teddy flew off her as if she'd kicked him, staring at her in bewilderment as the knocking came again. He mouthed what at her.

'Victoire?' called Jonny's voice, and she felt her heart sink. 'Are you in there?'

Teddy raised his eyebrows at her, jerking his head towards the door as if to say 'get rid of him!', but she just sighed and called out: 'One second!'

'Victoire –,' started Teddy, but she just grabbed him and pushed him down under the bed. Grabbing a jumper from her open trunk, she pulled it on and hurried over to the door, pushing the bolt back and opening it. Jonny grinned at her, completely oblivious to what he'd just broken up. He was holding some parchment and books in his hands, having seemed to have just come from dinner. She realised that he was perfectly well groomed still, while she could see in her peripheral vision that a lock of hair was sticking out at an odd angle, and the rest of her hair felt dishevelled. Her jumper was also inside out.

'Hey!' he said cheerily. 'Just thought I'd see if you wanted to sort out the Prefect schedule? It'd be good to get it done before we started getting homework, we'll be so much busier in a few days.'

Victoire stared at the parchment he was holding in his hand. Her heart sank a little further. He seemed to sense that something wasn't quite right, as he asked: 'Are you alright, Victoire? Did I come at a bad time?'

'Umm … yes. Sorry, Jonny, I'd love to do the Prefect schedule with you, but I'm just feeling very tired. I think I need an early night.'

Jonny frowned. 'It's eight thirty.'

She suppressed a deep sigh, and decided to play the unbeatable card. 'I know. But I always feel tired around this … time of the month. You know. Hormones and all that.'

His face paled considerably, and he nodded so fast she worried that he'd make himself dizzy, a lock of his hair falling out of its neat style onto his forehead. He brushed it back quickly. 'Right – right, sorry Victoire, you go to bed!' He backed away, pulling the door shut behind him, and she bolted it again. There was a pause, and then Teddy rolled out from under the bed, brushing dust from his hair.

'You're not on your … time of the month, are you?' he asked. When she shook her head, he looked from her to the door and back again. 'I didn't know you've got interconnecting rooms.'

'Didn't you have that when you were Head Boy?' she asked, going over and sitting down on the side of the bed. He shook his head. 'Don't get worried or jealous, Teddy. The door bolts from both sides, and Jonny is just a friend. He might as well be gay to me.'

'Okay.' He looked down at her. 'Do you … do you want to carry on?'

She sighed, looking down at a loose thread in her skirt. 'I think the moment's gone.'

'Yeah, me too.'

He glanced around, shoving his hands in his pockets as he always did when he felt uncomfortable. Without seeming to notice, he turned his hair from electric blue to the colour of dark red wine. His t-shirt was under the armchair where they'd been sat, and he slowly went over and picked it up, turning it the right way out and pulling it over his head. She stayed sat on the bed.

'You know,' he said, glancing at her and then at the fire, 'I might just head back to my flat tonight to sleep. I've got an early start tomorrow. My group's got to give the dragons breakfast.'

She nodded, silent. She loved Teddy with all her heart, had for as long as she could remember, but beyond anything she hated his job. They had the highest injury rate for the lowest pay of any job she'd ever heard of, and her stomach clenched sickeningly each time she heard he had to go to a task or job, wondering what bruises there would be the next time she saw him. There was a pause, and then he padded over to her and kissed her softly on the cheek.

'I'll see you.'

'Sure.'

He stood in the middle of the room, seemingly at a loss for a moment, and then stepped into the fire and was gone. With a groan, Victoire fell back onto the bed and shut her eyes.

In an odd harmony, Dom was at the same time wishing to be anywhere than where she was. Nukes and the others had managed to already get detentions so were helping the house elves clean up in the Great Hall, an activity which she'd gleefully not had to join, but she was now rather wishing that she had been caught smoking with the others.

She was instead sat in the dormitory with the others, trying to unpack and not be wound up by the other girls in the room. There was an odd dynamic between the five of them, partly because Dom just tried to ignore the others, and they tried to ignore her. The other four formed most of the main girl clique amongst the Gryffindor Fifth Years, with Molly being accepted in the group and so utterly bitchy to Dom.

It hadn't been as bad between Molly and Dom when they'd first started Hogwarts; Molly had been shy and spent her whole time hiding behind thick tomes, her glasses seeming to have a constant film of dust. They hadn't had anything in common, and their personalities had been incompatible, but they'd just rubbed along silently.

Sometime around Third Year, Molly had changed her hair and clothes a little and become more confident, and so the clique had accepted her into the group, at which point she'd decided that to be friends with them she had to be utterly foul to Dom. Oddly, most of the other girls in the group weren't so bad, they just didn't have much to do with her.

'Molls darling,' said one girl, Abby, who was also the richest out of the group. She was Muggleborn, she lived in a manor house somewhere in the Home Counties, and her father had been knighted when she was eight. Her boyfriend happened to be Basil Hartley, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. 'You must help me with my Transfiguration homework this year, if I don't pass Daddy says he won't send me to Switzerland.'

'What would you go to Switzerland for, Dignitasse?' The words were out Dom's mouth before she'd thought about them, but she didn't really care. Abby did have a sense of humour, if nothing else, and laughed. Molly and the other girls looked rather shocked.

'No, Dominique, there's a finishing school,' explained Abby. 'I want to go there after Hogwarts, while Basil is training to get onto Puddlemere.'

'Oh, you're so lucky Abby, you and Basil make such a cute couple,' said another girl, Tilly.

'I know – you know he sent me flowers all the time over the holidays, whenever he was busy? He's such a gentleman, not like some boys.'

Dom tried to ignore them, focussing instead on the new Quidditch move she was trying to learn, which involved hitting the Bludger while in mid-roll. She lifted a slightly crumpled pile of t-shirts out of her trunk, laying them on the bed. But her cousin's next words made her grind her teeth:

'You're so right – some boys only care about drinking and smoking, and they always treat their girlfriends badly. I wouldn't touch a 'bad boy' with a barge pole,' said Molly, casting a pointed look at Dom, who again couldn't help herself.

'Oh shut up Molly!' she said sharply, looking around at them all. Molly looked smug at the fact that she'd gotten a rise out of her, and suddenly Dom was so blisteringly angry she didn't care what she said. 'Don't you dare make snap judgements about people, especially my friends and boyfriend – just because you're uptight and in the closet doesn't mean we all are!'

It was a bad joke, a senseless one, but even Dom was surprised by Molly's reaction. Her cousin went a bright, deep crimson, her blue eyes went very wide, and she seemed strangely lost for words. There was a long, awkward silence, broken by a peal of laughter.

It was Abby, of course. She was leant against a bedpost, virtually howling with laughter. 'Ah-ha-ha!' she cried, wiping her eyes. 'Merlin, Dominique, you say the funniest things sometimes, odd as you are. Molly – gay? Ha!' She calmed a little, her laughter residing to intermittent giggles, and then she said: 'Oh, but really Molls, we must get you a boyfriend. With your tits, half the boys in the year could be after you if you wanted.'

'Whose single at the moment, and decent?' asked the fourth girl, Anna. She was the quietest of the group, the only one that Dom could imagine spending time with without poking forks in her eyes, and rather pretty with her fine blonde hair and heart shaped face.

'Andrew Landsley?' suggested Tilly. 'Or that friend of his, Jonty Melville?'

'Oh Merlin no, a pair of muddy tweed bumpkins the both of them. They spend their summers on their family farms breeding pigs,' said Abby. Dom couldn't help agreeing that Andrew and Jonty were both highly dull, but she refrained from pointing out that the way they were choosing a boy for Molly wasn't much different to Jonty and Andrew choosing pigs at their local market. 'Oh, I know! Charley Davenport! He's perfect!'

'Doesn't he have a girlfriend?' Anna pointed out as she compared two bottles of nail lacquer, deciding on the hot pink one over the electric blue.

Abby shrugged nonchalantly. 'Oh, Meredith is on her way out. Everyone knows that she's got a thing for Alistair Cameron, and she's just waiting for a moment to get rid of Charley. It'll be perfect – he'll be all sad over Meredith leaving, and we can set you Molly up as the person who consoles him, and then he'll obviously fall head-over-heels for you.'

Molly didn't say much, just a quiet 'okay', but Abby didn't seem to need much agreement for her plan. As she started planning out loud when there would be an opportune moment to set Charley and Molly up, Dom decided to leave the dormitory very quickly, and go find out whether Nukes and the others had finished their detention.

On the way out through the Common Room she noticed Roxanne sat by one of the fireplaces, her long legs stretched out on a table, surrounded by boys. They were all popular, sport - jocks, they'd be called in America. Robert Wood, Danny Hale, Jamie Fitzpatrick, and a few others that she didn't bother to know. Dom had never had much time for that lot, finding them all a bit boring with their Quidditch and inane conversation.

But Roxanne enjoyed hanging out with them. They were all fun, popular, and most importantly - the best looking guys in the year. And she enjoyed being the most popular girl in her year. They were just talking about how to celebrate the start of term.

'Well the Quidditch tryouts are Friday afternoon, for Gryffindor. Apparently Basil Hartley wants to try out all the positions,' said Danny.

'All of them?' Robert looked around from poking the fire. 'Why?'

Danny shrugged. 'Says he wants to make sure there's no "new talent" that he'd be missing. Why're you looking worried anyway, your Dad is Oliver Wood?' He turned back to Roxanne. 'So why don't we do something after that? Come up to our dorm, bring some of your friends, we'll make it a party.'

'I've got some cider in my trunk,' said Jamie. 'Snuck it past my parents.'

'And my sister's boyfriend bought some Firewhisky for me over the summer,' said Roxanne.

'Damn, I'm afraid she beats you Jamie,' said Danny, nudging her in the ribs. It was where she was ticklish, and she squealed with laughter, squirming away from him.

The Slytherin Common Room was very grand, but Albus couldn't help thinking how it was also a little cold and uncomfortable, and the fact that it was under the lake made it positively eerie, especially when a reptilian mermaid swam past, or the Giant Squid. To compensate, however, the dormitories were a lot nicer and cosier, although very different to the Gryffindor ones, from what Albus had heard.

For starters, there were only four of them in his dorm, instead of five, and apparently the number of people in the dormitories was interchangeable - people switched rooms all the time, and furniture disappeared or appeared to match that. They had rather ornate wrought iron bedsteads, the thinner bars shaped like curling serpents, with thick downy silk coverlets in bright green embroidered with grey thread. Each bed also had a bedside table, a set of shelves, and a wardrobe with three large drawers for clothes.

What made the dormitories cosy was that each had its own fireplace, with a great metal bucket of logs which was somehow always full, and that warmed the whole room. There were two armchairs and a two-person sofa around the fireplace, close enough for one to stretch out one's legs and warm one's feet at the hearth.

However the most striking aspect was the dormitory window. One went up a stone spiral staircase to reach the boys' dormitories, but until he walked into the room Albus didn't realise that the dorms were above the lake. Well, just. The windows were about six feet wide and tall, and made of solid glass that melded seamlessly into the stone wall. At the bottom of the window, around waist-height on Albus, the grey waters of the lake lapped, and they had a view across the whole expanse. According to an older student, the dormitories for the upper years were the level above them, and you could open the windows and climb out.

'Isn't that dangerous?' asked Hugh Stanley when they were told, but the Fifth Year laughed.

'Sure, yeah. But if you're a big enough idiot to manage to climb out the window and then fall off the ledge and drown yourself, you're unlikely to have made it into Slytherin?'

They had a bathroom which they shared with the dormitory next door. That room was colder than the dormitories, the drafts cold even in September, but as grand as the rest of the Slytherin Dungeons. There were two bathtubs, curtained off with showerheads in the shape of huge open-mouthed pythons, and five mirrored sinks in a row opposite another row of old-fashioned toilet cubicles.

The dormitory next door had a lot of the boys that Albus was spending time with in it, and seemed to be much louder and rowdier than his. He didn't mind the quietness of his one, however, as it was nice to have some peace and quiet at the end of the day. One other boy in the dormitory, Hugh Stanley, hung out with the group next door during the day, but he too seemed to like calmness and quiet.

Of the last two boys in the dormitory, one was a boy called Leopold Zabini - although he made sure that everyone called him Leo, not Leopold. Albus wasn't sure yet whether Leo was unfriendly or just shy, as he spent the whole time hanging out with his twin sister Victoria, and the two hadn't really socialised with the rest of the house yet. He seemed nice, from the few words that Albus had spoken to him before bed.

The final boy was of course Scorpius Malfoy, who was a complete enigma to Albus. He too hadn't tried to make friends with anyone else in Slytherin, instead just going off on his own the whole time, and no one seemed to be making any effort to be friendly to him. In fact, Albus thought the others were ostracising him rather, and he couldn't quite fathom why. Scorpius was part of a very old family, and he seemed to be very wealthy, but that was no reason to automatically dislike him.

On Friday afternoon Albus had no lessons and had completed his homework, so he decided to go watch the Gryffindor Quidditch team tryouts. He knew that his housemates would likely find it a little odd, but almost his whole family was in Gryffindor, and moreover James was trying out for the Quidditch Team. James may have been foul to him on his first day, and rather cool since then, but he was still Albus' brother.

It was a fine September afternoon when Albus set off from the Slytherin Common Room, his robes flapping about his ankles in a slightly atmospheric way as he made his way through the dungeon passageways towards the Entrance Hall. It had been daunting at first, trying to find the Common Room, and several times he'd walked straight past the blank stretch of wall where the entrance was concealed, but now he didn't even take one wrong turning before reaching the stone staircase up to the ground floor.

He went up the staircase and turned left immediately at the top, starting down a wide gallery filled with portraits of very rambunctious nuns and monks, but it was very crowded with students so he ducked behind a tapestry which he'd found concealed a shortcut to the Entrance Hall.

It was a bare corridor of stone that ran along the edge of the castle, so there were alcoves at each of the windows with low benches or steps. About halfway down the corridor, he saw a familiar blond head sat upon one of the steps, bent over his knees. Parchment, books, and quills were scattered across the flagged flooring.

'Scorpius? Are you alright?' he asked, his voice sounding rather loud after the din of the gallery outside. Scorpius jumped, seeming to only notice him for the first time, and hurriedly started to pick up the scattered things.

Albus went over and bent down to help, picking up the books and stacking them, but as he held them out to Scorpius he saw a large globule of blood fall onto Scorpius' open palm. Looking up, he noticed for the first time that Scorpius' nose was bloody, and a bruise seemed to be developing on his cheek. His eyes also looked rather red and his face was blotchy, but Albus didn't mention that.

'Someone beat you up?'

It was rhetorical, and Scorpius just shrugged, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his hand and nose. Albus gathered up his things and placed them neatly in Scorpius' schoolbag, which was lying open on the floor. Scorpius still didn't say anything.

'I'm going to the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts now, do you want to come?' Albus asked. Scorpius stared at him, confused.

'The Gryffindor ones?'

'Yeah. My brother is trying out, and my cousin's in the team, so I thought I'd go and watch. Anyway, we want to get a look at the competition, don't we?'

Scorpius smiled for the first time, wiping his nose again, and then stood up. Shrugging, he picked up his schoolbag, and Albus took it as an indication that he'd come. He wasn't usually a talker, often finding it hard to know what to say with someone he didn't know well, but for some reason as the two of them walked he found it effortless to fill the silence that Scorpius left with chatter. By the time they reached the Quidditch Pitch, Scorpius' eyes were clear and he even laughed a little at Albus' story of when James was practicing on his broom and nearly hit a local farmer's tractor.

The spectators were mostly Gryffindors, from the number of red and gold scarves, and when they emerged onto the stands Scorpius went pale at the sight of them all. Albus turned towards an emptier section, noticing as they sat down that Scorpius had taken off his Slytherin scarf, stuffing it in his pocket.

Roxanne was with Gracie Adams, the two of them bundled up together with a thermos of coffee and Zach Hale, Gracie's boyfriend. Zach was in the group with them, but didn't play Quidditch. He wasn't one of the ones Roxanne knew best, but he seemed like a nice guy. The three of them were placing bets on who they thought would make it onto the team.

'So, Danny is a definite. Him and your cousin, Dominique, are terrifying Beaters,' said Gracie, pointing to the clearly noticeable hulking Danny and red-haired Dom, stood together on the pitch. The year before, Dom and Danny had broken the record for the number of students knocked out the air by Bludgers they'd hit. Only a couple of students were attempting to try out as Beaters against them.

The hopeful Chasers were a larger group. Roxanne spotted her younger cousin James stood amongst them, the top of his head about level with the shoulders of the boy next to him. Robert Wood was there too, with Jamie Fitzpatrick, the two of them stood slightly apart. Basil Hartley was bellowing so loudly they could hear what he was saying from the stands, his face red to the hairline. His girlfriend, Abby, was sat with Molly and all their annoying friends further down the stands from Roxanne, giggling together and pointing at Basil and the hopefuls.

'Oh look, Basil's trying the Chasers now!' cried Gracie, pointing down at the pitch. 'Wish Robert and Jamie luck!'

'And James,' said Roxanne, watching her little cousin take off into the air.

Victoire was not watching the Gryffindor tryouts, firstly because she wasn't actually a Gryffindor, a fact that her numerous cousins kept forgetting whenever Quidditch was brought up, and secondly because she didn't particularly care and preferred to catch up on homework. The relaxed attitude that teachers had had about setting work on the first day had well and truly gone, and she now had a stack about a foot high to get done for Monday. It made her appreciate having the peace and quiet of her own room - the Common Room was far too loud to concentrate in, and the Library was on the other side of the castle and chilly.

She was also - although she denied it whenever she thought about it - listening out for the familiar sound of someone arriving by Floo in her fireplace. She and Teddy had exchanged a couple of letters, but he hadn't come to visit again since that night when Jonny had interrupted them. The letters had been rather factual, both of them just describing their days and not mentioning that night or how they felt about it. She was worried he was annoyed with her, but she didn't see what she'd done wrong as she had no control over the fact her room was now connected to Jonny's.

Realising that she was thinking of Teddy again, she forced him out of her head and turned back to her Transfiguration essay, flicking through her textbook to find the chapter on dealing with bodily wounds. As she was hoping to train as a Healer in St Mungo's after she left Hogwarts, each fortnight one of her subject teachers was setting her an extra essay, on healing spells and magic that wasn't covered in the syllabus. Supposedly St Mungo's wanted their trainees to know as much as possible about the theories of healing, to speed the training along a little. It wasn't a policy she particularly liked.

She'd hardly started a new paragraph in her essay on regrowing limbs that had been non-magically accidentally amputated, when she heard an unmistakable whoosh behind her, and she looked around to see Teddy stepping out onto the hearth rug. She started laughing as soon as she saw him - he'd turned his hair platinum blond, and it fell in a straight sheet to his waist, covering half his face.

'Why do you always make me laugh whenever we've argued?' she asked, standing up and brushing her own blonde hair off her face. He smiled at her, but didn't change his hair back to normal, and she frowned at him. She could tell something was wrong. 'What is it?'

She went over to him, and he turned away as she tried to push the hair off his face. He wasn't quick enough, however, and she saw the bruising that covered half that side of his face, stretching from his cheek to well above his eyebrow and swelling his right eye almost shut. His skin had split over the cheekbone, leaving a nasty scab. She let out an involuntary cry, and the non-bruised part of his face reddened.

'It's nothing, Victoire.' His hair shortened, going back to normal length and a muddy brown colour in seconds. The bruising looked, if anything, worse. His Metamorphmagus powers didn't allow him to hide any unhealed wounds.

'It's not nothing, Teddy! You got this in Gringotts, didn't you? What happened? Why didn't you tell me?'

'It only happened this morning,' he said, his words slightly slurred as she saw that his lip was swollen as well. 'One of the dragons, as we were feeding him, went a bit mental and its tail hit my face. But its spikes weren't sharp, Victoire, it's fine!'

'And what if its spikes had been sharp, Teddy? What if it hadn't been its tail? If it had decided to breathe fire at you, you could've been killed!' She sat down in the armchair. He squatted down beside her, turning so she couldn't see the damaged side of his face, but she caught him by the chin and turned him to face her properly. 'I hate this, Teddy.'

'What do you hate?' he asked. 'Our relationship?'

'No! I hate your job. I hate how dangerous it is, I hate how it makes me worry all the time, and I hate that it means that you're always walking around with bruises and cuts and broken ribs. I don't know whether the next time I see you you're going to be in a hospital bed!' Her words choked in her throat, and she let out a sob, covering her face with her hands. 'I just hate it!'

Without a word, Teddy wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head into the crook between his neck and shoulder. It was awkward, as he was still squatting on the floor, but she found herself struggling not to break into full-on weeping.

'I'm sorry, I've just got so much to do, and I just worry so … so … much,' she gasped, shaking slightly.

'You shouldn't worry so much, Victoire,' he said. 'I'll be fine!'

'How can you say that?' she cried, shoving him away so hard and suddenly that he fell backwards off his feet, landing on his arse, and he looked up at her in shock. 'How can you just tell me to not worry? Even though I know that you're doing stuff that no one else in their right mind would do, every day of the week! I sit in lessons unable to concentrate because I'm wondering whether you're in danger or hurt or worse!'

'Well what do you want me to say?' he asked, trying to brush soot off his hands and just spreading it everywhere. 'If you don't want me to have a job, what do you want me to do? Join the Aurors? Or just get an office job and sit at a desk for forty years and then die?'

'Why are you looking so deeply into this?' she retorted, brushing tears off her cheeks. 'All I'm saying is I worry about you!'

'No, you're saying you hate my job and you want me to get something a bit more sensible!' he snapped. She glared at him.

'I wouldn't give a damn what your job was, as long as you weren't endangering your life!'

A long silence stretched out between them, both of them staring in different directions. Finally Victoire spoke. 'Have you noticed that we keep arguing whenever we see each other?'

There was another silence. Teddy's hair drifted from brown to blue to green to brown again. Then he stood up, and turned to her. He pulled her to her feet, almost roughly, placing his other hand on the small of her back and looking down at her. And then they were kissing, his lips against hers, firm and dry, the kiss so hard she could taste the smoke and mint in his mouth. Their bodies were pressed against each other, hips grinding as he held her. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, almost wrenching it off him as he dived for her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone where he sucked, leaving a glowing lovebite.

She moaned as he did, loving the feeling of it, and she ran her hands down to the waistband of his trousers, trying to pull the button open. She suddenly realised that his lips were no longer on her neck, he was stepping away from her. She looked up at him, her eyebrows creasing into a frown as her hands fell limply to her sides. 'What?'

He turned away from her, shrugging, his hands going into his pockets. 'I … are you sure … it's just … are you ready?'

'Seriously? Are you seriously asking me that?'

'What?' he asked. 'Why are you angry?'

'Why are you treating me like a child?' she asked, glaring.

'I'm not - I'm just asking whether you're really ready for this?'

'Teddy, I'm seventeen! I'm an adult! And I've already had sex - several times! So don't treat me like a child that you have to look after!' she yelled. 'I'm completely sober so you're not taking advantage of me. If I am going for sex, I am going for sex, and I don't need you to check I'm okay. Understand?'

He stared at her so wide she could see the whites of his eyes, his mouth open. 'Okay.'

'Okay.' She shrugged, staring down at the floor.

'The thing is … I wasn't saying that because I think you're a child, Victoire. I really wasn't. A child is the last thing I think you are. But all we've done so far is kiss - I just wanted to check that this wasn't moving too fast,' he said, picking up his shirt. She pursed her lips, pouting slightly, and then went to him and pulled the shirt from his hands. He looked down at her, his mouth still slightly open, as she reached up and took his chin, pulling him down to her level so she could kiss him.

Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him back onto the bed and he pulled her on with him, as they kissed. As he started trying to take off her shirt, she murmured: 'We don't have to have sex if that's too fast, Teddy.' He didn't reply, almost tearing her shirt as he pulled it off her and kissed one of her small rounded breasts, deftly unclipping her bra. She started to trail kisses down his chest and stomach, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down his legs. He was already hard. She'd seen him naked when they were younger, but he was very different now.

'Victoire…' he murmured, but before he could say anything more she had grasped his cock, running her hand up and down his shaft for a few strokes before taking it in her mouth. He was too big for her mouth, so she licked and kissed up and down the length and then took the end in her mouth again to suck as he moaned with pleasure, holding her head in his hands. As she blew him more intensely, feeling his balls as she did, he arched his back and then finally came with a groan, letting out a cry and filling her mouth with salty sperm. She swallowed and then leant back again, both of them gasping for breath. Teddy was grinning, running a hand through his hair.

'It's your turn, now,' he said with a cheeky smile, pulling her up and virtually throwing her onto the bed as she let out an almost scream of laughter.

'Teddy!' she giggled, as he knelt between her legs and kissed up the ticklish inside of her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her lacy black and pink underwear. Hooking a finger around the elastic he pulled them off and leant in to place a kiss between her legs, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure as he did.