24. The Stars and the Moon
Larxene was difficult to get to know, but easy to please once you did.
"What'd you bring me today, Mar-Mar?" she purrs, leaning over your shoulder so her hands slide down your chest, fingers already reaching to pluck the book from your hands.
"Nothing that you would enjoy, sorry," you answer, and she fakes devastation, slumping overdramatically onto the back of the chaise.
"Mar-Mar, why don't you bring me something dirty?" XII whines. It's completely fake, because there's a glint in her eyes that usually means a small woodland creature is about to be fried. You ignore the disgusting nickname.
"As you know, our tastes differ," you reply.
"I don't think so," she murmurs. She giggles in that way of hers, the way that would make lesser men cower in fear, and slides over the top of the chaise to land directly on top of you. You move the book just in time, and you're sure to mark your page before setting it aside. Larxene obviously has more interesting pursuits than reading in mind…