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Chapter 4

David Rossi pulled his Jaguar up to a very large, stately home, in a very exclusive area outside of Arlington, VA. He pulled up in the circular drive, and he could see a basketball court out past the garage in the backyard. He rubbed his slightly sweaty palms on his pants, then got out of the car, grabbing the flowers he got Vivian on the way. It may be seen as overkill, but she was obviously a classy woman, and he was a gentleman.

He leaned forward, ringing the bell. He was surprised by a musical sound, instead of a typical bell or buzzer.

Vivian was dabbing on a last coat of red lipstick. She had gone retro with her look and makeup, and she hoped David liked it. She was wearing black eyeliner and mascara, the era trypical 'cat eyes' really making her green eyes pop like crazy. Red lip stick made her full lips look sensual, and pouty. Her dark hair was back in a french twist, and her dress completed the look.

The sound of the doorbell made Vivian look herself over quickly, then leave the half bath in the hall way, putting her lipstick back in her purse as she went. Opening the doorway, she was happy to see a sexy looking David Rossi. He was wearing a dark charcoal pinstripe suit with a wine colored tie. He looked yummy.

"Hello, David. Come in! Let me just find my phone." She said, moving over to let him in.

Dave was taking his time, looking her over. She looked gorgeous, he thought. She was wearing a vintage Chanel, tea length, navy blue, silk dress. It had 3/4 length sleeves, and rounded neckline, that showed her collarbones. The bodice was tight to the waist, where the skirt flared out with a small under skirt. Her Navy and white kitten heels set off the look.

"Vivian. You look...amazingly beautiful. Gorgeous. Seriously." He said, slightly tongue tied.

"Thank you!" She said, taking the roses, and discretely tapping her wand on the table. A small vase appeared, and she placed the roses inside. It was all done very neatly. It was obvious that she was worried about his reaction to magic around him.

"Convenient." He said, nodding at her actions, nothing more.

She smiled at him, then said "I thought I would go with the theme?" Motioning towards her outfit. She turned around to look for her phone, and he noticed a tattoo at the base of her neck of the capital letter 'I'. She bent over to pick up her phone off of the same table, and he leaned forward, brushing a small lock of hair away from the letter.

She jerked slightly, then shivered. The back of her neck was extremely sensetive, and that light stroke of his finger felt good. "What are you doing?" Vivian asked, straightening up, slowly.

David filed that shiver away for later, and looked the tattoo over. It was just as he thought- the letter 'I'.

"I thought I saw the letter 'I' just under your neck, so I wanted to check. What does it mean?" He asked, stepping away.

They started making their way to the car, as Vivian grinned sheepishly. "Well, My Dad and his best friends in school had a group, they called themselves, 'The Marauders.' They had a special passcode for a certain artifact they had made, and they also said it before pulling off a major prank. When I was eighteen, high from winning the war, and stupid with youth, I got that passcode tattooed down my spine." Vivian said, smirking at Rossi.

Rossi was oddly intrigued at this developement. He found it sexy already, and he didn't even know what it said!

"And what was the passcode?" He asked, as he turned the car back towards DC.

"I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good." She said, grinning.

Rossi chuckled deeply, imagining a group of boys deciding to use that as a motto. He had a decidedly different reaction to the thought of Vivian having those words branded on her back. He had always found a woman's back very sexy. He could imagine Vivian, back bare, those words running down her spine. He wanted to run his tongue down each notch of her spine, along the loop of every letter.

"I'll bet it look's very sexy, my dear." Rossi said, reaching over, and rubbing her knee. He kept his hand there the majority of the drive there, and it drove Vivian slightly crazy.

His thumb rubbing circles on the side of her kneecap was causing little flutters in her belly, and she yearned for those hands elsewhere.

"Maybe if you are a very good boy, you will see it some day." Vivian said, impishly.

Rossi smirked. "How can I be 'very good' when you are 'up to no good' Ms Potter? I am only a man!" He said, chuckling deeply.

Vivian laughed freely, smiling over at David. They had just arrived at the Valet, and the boy had knocked on Rossi's window.

"I guess that means we'll have to be 'up to no good' together, doesn't it?" Vivian said, then got out of the car, still laughing.

"Sounds good to me, bella." David said, putting his arm around her, and tossing his keys to the impatient valet. "In fact, I can think of many things we could get up to together, can't you?" He asked, leading her into a cozy lounge area.

"Of course. All in good time, David. All in good time." Vivian said, running her thumb along his back where she had her arm around his waist.

David turned to face her. "Absolutely, Vivian. I may tease, but we are 100% on your schedule. We will go as fast, or as slow as you want. You have my word." Rossi said, placing his hand over his heart.

Vivian smiled at him. "I know. I believe you, David." She said, reassuring him. The hostess grabbed their menus, and took them to their table. "You never know, though. You keep showing up, looking that-" She said, giving him a slow once over, then licked her lower lip. "It may happen sooner than you think." She said, wryly.

Soon, he had her in his arms, dancing. Frank Sinatra's song FLY ME TO THE MOON came on, and Vivian sighed. She sank into his arms, and they danced expertly together. This was one of Vivian's favorite songs of this time frame, and she had wanted it as her first dance at her wedding. Kingsley had insisted that no muggle music could be had at the Minister Of Magic's Wedding. That should have been her first clue that things would not work out with Kingsley. David smelled spicy and sexy, like a man should. She wanted to crawl into his chest and just breathe in.

Rossi was reeling from the feeling of Vivian in his arms. She smelled like jasmine and lavender, and her body fit perfectly against him. Her breasts felt amazing crushed against his chest, and the movements of the dance were causing his body to respond. Vivian was a graceful dancer, but he suddenly found himself distracted by something he noticed on Vivian's hand.

I must not tell lies.

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