Hermione sat in the living room waiting for Ginny to emerge in her next outfit. She had a date with Blaise and couldn't decide if she should go casual or cute.
"Okay, I really like this one because the skirt is longer and I have more blouses that go with it. What do you think?" Ginny did a twirl and Hermione inspected the outfit with a skeptical look.
"Hmm. I think it could be the winner if you matched it with that sleeveless black button up." Hermione told her and Ginny's eyes lit up.
"Yes! You're totally right, hold on." Hermione chuckled as Ginny sprinted back into her room. She never saw her friend so worried about what to wear on a date, it was out of character for her.
Ginny walked back into the room, giving a silly strut and making pointed faces. Hermione laughed and began hooting and hollering at the show she was putting on.
"Perfect! I'm sure Blaise will enjoy crawling up your skirt later tonight." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Ginny chuckled and twirled once more, looking into the mirror hung up on the wall. "I hope so. He's been teasing me all bloody week with only a heavy snog when we meet up. I appreciate him being a gentleman but I'm ready to be ravished."
Hermione wiped her hand down the side of her face and shook her head. They had been on two more dates since last weekend, Blaise took her out for dinner but promised to spend a longer, more intimate evening once the weekend arrived. Ginny had been starry eyed like a schoolgirl and Hermione found it so adorable.
"Well, if you wear that, I think you'll get exactly what you want." Hermione told her and Ginny spun around to give her a look.
"You know, if you weren't such a bloody coward last week, you'd probably be getting ravished tonight too." Ginny said, placing her hands on her hips and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Not true." She mumbled, looking away from her friend and feeling her cheeks warm.
After Malfoy had given her oral sex, she embarrassingly fell asleep only moments after. She woke up to him snoring into her ear when the sky began turning a lighter shade of blue. Panic crashed over her body and she did her best to maneuver, her body out of the death grip Malfoy's arms had on her. Luckily for her, he rolled over in his sleep and she was released.
Too ashamed to face him, she slipped out of the office and apparated home immediately. She sunk into her bed and nursed a hangover the next day while she sat with the feeling of his tongue on her heavy in her mind.
"Yes true. You should have stayed."
"No I shouldn't have. There was nothing to say and it would have been uncomfortable." Hermione argued with her yet again. Ginny was adamant that Hermione should have owled him the next morning, but she blew it off.
"You could have said, 'hey can I have my knickers back and can you also go down on me again?'"
Hermione threw the couch pillow at Ginny which she successfully caught and immediately whipped back at her. Hermione gasped when it hit her head and Ginny began cackling.
"You are dead Ginerva!" Hermione squeaked and stood up, charging her friend with the pillow and only smacking her bum with it one time before their doorbell rang.
The girls stopped laughing and looked at the door then back to each other in confusion.
"I thought your date with Blaise wasn't for another three hours?" Hermione asked.
"It's not. I wonder who that could be?" Ginny said, walking over to find out. Hermione pushed some of her hair back away from her face and stood waiting.
"Oh. Hi there." Ginny said, surprise obvious in her voice.
"Hello. Is Granger home? I have something for her."
Hermione heard a deep voice ask and her stomach flipped. Ginny took a few steps back to allow their guest to enter. She held her breath when Malfoy walked in, a bottle of purple liquid in one hand and a handsome smirk on his face. He was in dark blue denim and a black cotton shirt. His hair looked like he had been running his hands through it for the last hour and his tattoos were on full display. Her mouth parted at the sight of him.
"Hi." Draco said, Ginny right by his side.
"Hi." Hermione responded, it coming out like a question.
"A deals a deal. So I came by to drop this off." Draco held up the bottle to her, walking a few steps to her and Hermione met him halfway. She couldn't conceal the growing smile on her face.
"Thank you." She spoke honestly.
"Of course. The drink is actually my own invention. I'm glad you liked it so much." Draco explained and Hermione looked up to him.
"You created this?"
"Yeah, I work with distilleries and this was the first thing I created. A shot that tasted like fizzy grapes but got you drunk like you were drinking straight Ogdens." Draco said, scratching the back of his head timidly, his bicep flexed with the movement. Hermione had to draw her eyes away from the muscles before it became too obvious she was staring.
"Brilliant." She said.
"Thank you." He responded.
Their eyes locked for two inhales before Ginny interrupted.
"Wish I would've received my own bottle." She teased and Draco looked back at her, nearly forgetting she was there in the room with them.
"I uh, can send one with Blaise. You can have it by tonight." He told her and Ginny smiled.
"Wow Malfoy. Such a gentleman. I can see why Hermione won't shut up about you." Ginny clearly exaggerated but Malfoy didn't know that. She shot him a wink before leaving the room, Hermione shooting daggers at her head.
Once she turned around, Malfoy was biting his cheek, eyebrows high on his forehead.
"She's— she's just kidding. I— I don't talk about you. I mean I haven't, I haven't said anything about you or— mentioned, um, anything." She stuttered over her words, her eyes falling shut in hopes that when she reopened them he would be gone and she could die of embarrassment in peace.
She heard Draco take a step forward and she slowly opened her eyes to see a dark expression on his face. It matched the one she had seen last weekend in the Cherry Pit, and it made her insides knot up.
"I don't mind if you do." He told her, a teasing yet deep tone around his words. Hermione's eyes widened a fraction bigger. She had to grab onto the bottle of alcohol tighter, fearing it would slip through her sweaty hands.
There was a strong silence between them. Draco let his eyes fall over her body before giving her a questioning look.
"Any plans this evening?" He asked and Hermione felt herself blush again.
"N-no. Ginny is going out with Blaise. I was going to stay in and do some research for work." She explained, watching as he took another step to her, his stormy eyes holding her body in place.
"Sounds boring." He said and she could only give a small shrug. "Would you be up to unwind a bit tonight?"
His words made her center clench and she hated herself for glancing down at his pouty lips. Her mind was screaming no but the words that came out were, "What did you have in mind?"
Her voice came out as a breathy pant, she mentally cursed herself for being so obvious. The room's temperature seemed to have increased ten degrees in five seconds. Everything about the interaction felt boiling.
Draco smiled and took another step forward.
"Do you trust me to continue our little exploration into relaxing?" He asked, his voice sounded like a rumble in his throat.
Hermione's head tilted back as she looked up to him. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and tried not to think of the way it felt when he hummed into her cunt last week before making her come. Her eyes almost watered at the memory, her body was surely red.
"Why not?" She almost whispered.
Draco brought a hand up to her face, stringing a curl around a single finger. Her eyes watched the pale finger coil within her hair. The lengthy brown hair tickled his forearm, it was soft, like she just washed it.
"I'll pick you up around seven thirty tonight. Wear something comfortable." He told her, his eyes focused on the different shades of brown swirling in her hair.
"Okay." She said, not thinking of anything else to say when he was standing so close to her.
Draco pulled his hand down to stretch the curl straight, his knuckles grazed down over her breast and she let out a small gasp. He released the curl, letting the hair bounce back into place then stepped away.
"See you Granger." He called over his shoulder with a smirk then left her apartment.
Hermione shook her head, trying to clear her mind to understand what she just agreed to. She heard Ginny's feet patter into the room and she plopped down on the couch, giving Hermione a cheeky grin. She opened her mouth to speak but Hermione cut her off, hiding a smirk.
"Shut up Ginny." She said which made the redhead throw her head back and laugh.
Draco arrived exactly five minutes before seven thirty, wearing the same attire as she saw him in earlier.
He stepped into her flat and shut the door. "We can apparate from here." He told her, eyes trailing over the pair of loose denim shorts she wore, exposing a good amount of her legs.
"Where are we going?" She questioned and he held out his hand. She slowly took it, wondering why his hand was actually warm instead of it's usual cool temperature. Looking up at him, waiting for a response, Hermione felt his arm pull her closer into his side.
He looked down at her and said, "Paris." before disappearing from her living room.
They landed in what appeared to be another living room. It was large, filled with many paintings and furniture. There was a balcony door that was left open, brightening the room with natural light. Looking around, Hermione thought it was extremely luxurious.
"It's my villa. I own another club in Paris and need a place to stay when business is pressing." He told her as her eyes wandered over the room.
"You have another club?" She asked, eyes finally landing back to his.
"Mhm. I own three. One in London, one here obviously and one more in Rio. I'm looking to open one more in Barcelona."
Hermione was impressed. She had no idea he owned his own clubs and seemingly was a very hands on entrepreneur.
"So, that's what we're doing tonight?" She asked and Draco nodded.
"But first there's a few places we need to stop first."
Hermione gave him a look and Draco only nodded to the door, silently asking her to follow.
Once they left his villa, Draco led them down a few streets where multiple small boutiques and stores were. Most of them already closed since it was later in the evening and the sun was just setting, but Draco opened the door to one that still had the lights on.
The shoppe had one worker in it, an older lady with striking black hair and a red middle length dress hugging her body. Draco greeted her in flawless French, called her Marie and gestured to Hermione while they conversed. The woman, Marie, smiled and nodded, giving her response and reaching motioning for Hermione to follow.
"Go on. I'll be right back, I have to pick up something next door." Draco encouraged and Hermione hesitantly nodded. She had no idea what he was up to, but if shopping was what he wanted, she was more than okay with obliging him.
Marie led her to another room, dresses and gowns neatly hanging on the hanging racks. Some were organized by color, other sections by length. Hermione couldn't help but stare in awe at the gorgeous fabrics, all of them certainly out of her price range.
She was brought to a changing room, adorned by high, blue velvet curtains on golden rods. Three wall sized mirrors stood at the end of the curtains. The woman pulled one back and gestured her inside. Three dresses were already hanging up. The woman handed Hermione the first one, a red dress.
"Try them all. Pick two." Marie said, her french accent thick and unsure but Hermione nodded excitedly, explaining she understood, and took the dress.
The woman closed the curtain and Hermione finally allowed herself to inspect the dress. The red one in her hands was a thick fabric, it would most likely hug her body and end mid thigh. The v shaped neckline would sink deep to the middle of her chest. She sucked in a breath, hanging the dress back up and began to remove her clothes.
It had taken Hermione more than a few minutes to reveal herself to the woman, who kept asking if everything was alright in a very timid voice. She realized the dress was meant to be worn braless, and she had to shove the dress to the middle of her stomach, shuck her bra off, and then put it back on before she stepped out of the dressing room.
Marie took her hand and led her to the mirror, smiling brightly at Hermione.
"Do you like it?"
Hermione was breathless. The deep red wasn't noisy or loud, it was sensual and thrilling. There was a small slit on the left side exposed more of her creamy thigh, and the neckline she thought would be too deep and revealing actually looked modestly sexy on her. She stared at her body, wondering how she could have transformed into something so beautiful by just putting on one dress.
"I love it. It's—"
She was led back to the dressing room, Marie kept saying 'next one, next one' and closed the curtain before Hermione could admire herself once more. Huffing out a breath, she moved on to ivory, sweetheart strapless number. The material ended at her shins, she didn't think the style was exactly her taste. Throwing the curtains back, Hermione moved in front of the mirrors and raised up on her tiptoes, turning to her side to inspect her appearance.
She thought it was lovely, but did not suit her form. Sinking back into the changing room, her next option looked like a black, skin tight bodice dress. The bodice was lacy, see through-material, merging into a bra that thankfully wasn't see-through. Hermione tugged on the dress, careful with the fragile material. The skirt of the dress was completely black, kissing her thighs.
Once she stepped in front of the mirror, Hermione couldn't stop looking at her body. The black dress made her feel daunting and scandalous. The bra of the dress pushed her smaller breasts up, giving her more dimension than what she was used to.
"Beautiful." Marie commented, her older eyes admiring Hermione's form.
She agreed and told her the black and red would be her two picks. The bell of the shoppe rang and Hermione scattered back into the dressing room, not wanting Draco to see her. Marie packed up the dresses in a large box, handing it to Draco when he finally found them in the back room. Hermione stepped away from the long curtains, giving him a questioning look when she saw he carried his own black bag.
"What did you buy?" She questioned. He stepped forward and took the large box from her struggling hands, holding them easily under his long arm. His eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's a secret."
"I don't like the sound of that." Hermione said, half joking but also half extremely serious.
Draco grinned and looked at Marie. They spoke briefly, smiled politely and Marie shot Hermione a knowing look while giving Draco a wink. What was that?
Once they finished, Draco nodded away from Marie, leading them to the exit.
"But I have to pay." Hermione told him, turning her body to give Marie a thankful wave. She was already falling behind fromDraco's long strides, he didn't slow down.
"No need. It's taken care of." He held the door open for her, trying to stifle a chuckle when she looked all around her, expecting someone to stop her for walking out of the store.
"What do you mean?" She stepped outside, the streets were lit up and the warmth of the summer day still present in the air.
"It's taken care of. Already paid for it." Draco explained, too nonchalant for her liking.
"Already paid? Wait, will you slow down?" She scurried into a jog, coming up to his side. "Why—I need to pay you back."
"You will not." He sternly responded. Her brow furrowed in annoyance and Draco let out a very unlike him snort when he saw her pouting face. "Granger look; I invited you out, I would never expect you to pay for anything, your money means nothing to me when I literally have more galleons than I know what to do with sometimes. Just…trust me yeah? That was the theme for tonight?"
Hermione wanted to argue with his logic and explain that it was the principle that mattered to her. She looked at his side profile, he peered over at her from the corner of his eyes and rose the brow facing her. After another moment of contemplation, she spoke.
"Fine. Just this one time." She crossed her arms and continued to try and catch up to his pace. His tall figure pushed him at least two strides ahead of her.
"Sure Granger. Whatever you say." He told her but she knew he was just saying it to get her to shut up. She rolled her eyes.
"Will you slow down? Merlin why do you walk so fast?" She grumbled, making him laugh.
"I don't. You're just short." He explained but slowed down regardless. Hermione voiced her appreciation and the two finished their walk back to the villa in a comfortable silence.
Draco set the boxes down on a glass table along with his own bag. Hermione watched as he checked the time, a slow grin spreading over his face.
"We have an hour and a half before we need to leave. Have you eaten?" He asked. Hermione felt her face morph.
"Er no. I—I thought we were—" She was slightly embarrassed to say out loud that she assumed Draco and her were going to have dinner together tonight. He had asked her to meet him around a normal dinner date time, he had taken her dress shopping for something she assumed she'd wear tonight. Voicing it out loud though after he asked made her feel like her assumptions had been wrong.
"No problem." He cut her off. She let out a relieved breath. "Go shower, take as long as you need. I'll have some food waiting. The master bedroom is right through those doors with a connected bathroom. It should have everything you need."
Hermione eyed the double white doors and glanced back at Draco. He moved to pick up her dresses in the box and the mysterious bag, heading in the opposite direction.
"O-okay. But what about—" She started, wondering why he was taking her new clothes with him.
"Go. Before you run out of time." Draco called over his shoulder, not waiting for Hermione to ask more questions before he slipped into his own room.
Huffing out loud, Hermione walked over to the doors and swung them open. The room was decorated in white and gold, leafy patterned wall paper covered the room, a large king sized bed with four posters covered in sheer material hanging over it and a balcony that overlooked the now glowing city. Even if she blindly agreed to do…whatever it was her and Malfoy were doing, she appreciated the opportunity to visit her favorite city.
The bathroom held two sinks, a mirror the length of the wall and a glass door shower with a built in stone sitting spot that could have fit five people. She stood in awe for a moment before releasing a chuckle. Gods of course his villa would include a bathroom bigger than her own room.
She took a 45 minute shower, that included ten minutes of her trying to burn off her nerves in the high pressure water system. She shaved, trying to tell herself it was because she was prickly, but the small little devil in the back of her head laughed and told her it was because she was secretly hoping for another interaction with the tall, tattooed blonde Slytherin.
There was a plush robe and slippers waiting on her bed after she left the bathroom. Her wet ringlets were dripping onto the floor, a small shiver floating up her back from the night's breeze. Quickly throwing the towel into her head and wrapping the soft robe around her body, she cracked open the door of the bedroom.
Half her head peered out from the door, she saw him immediately. There he was, sitting at the table with plates of food that looked like takeaway from some local restaurant. He was dressed in a similar robe, minus the towel on his head. Looking down at her own robe, she figured it was enough coverage to make her appearance known to him.
Her slippers slid across the floor, but Malfoy heard the soft shut of the doors. His head followed the noise, smirking when he saw her head wrapped up in a towel that reminded him of an ice cream cone. She didn't meet his eyes but could tell her was following her movements, she silently sat down next to him.
"Do something different with your hair? I have to say I think I prefer it. Looks much more manageable." He commented.
"Shut it." She responded instantly, a smile poking out of her lips. He chuckled and handed her a ceramic bowl, filled with what looked to be beef stew.
"Enjoy your shower?" He changed the subject, eyeing the way she swirled her baguette in the stew.
"Mhm. It's massive. Everything is beautiful including the bedroom and the views." She still hadn't looked at him, attempting to name all the vegetables in the stew seemed much more fascinating than looking at him in a robe while a few of his blonde locks were sticking to his neck.
"That's typically my room. When I visit that is." Draco sipped his water and enjoyed the way Hermione harshly swallowed her bread.
"Mm." She responded, unsure of why it was necessary to reveal that small bit of info to her. "Do you come to Paris often then?"
Draco slid the sleeves of his bathrobe up to his elbows, giving Hermione access to view the permanent patterns she had grown a strange fondness for. Her eyes moved up his thick forearms, following a noticeable vein that began at his middle finger until it disappeared into his elbow under the fuzzy robe once more.
"More recently. Paris and London are the newest clubs so they need my attention a bit more." He told her while she ate more of her meal. Gray eyes finding a drop of broth sliding down her lips especially interesting.
"I still think it's a little funny you own and run clubs." She told him honestly while dabbing her lips with a napkin.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He questioned back, more than curious to hear her reasoning.
"I figured you'd do some work within your family, or maybe get your potions mastery, or…I don't know really." Her voice became quiet, her eyes averted his amused face.
"Think about me often?" He teased.
"No. I was just," She huffed and rolled her eyes, "making observations."
Draco chuckled and pushed his plate away from him, giving him the space to place his elbows on the table and rub his face with one hand. He noticed the way her cheeks began to blush, his pride grew with every darkening shade.
"Well one was correct. I am a potions master."
The admission made her eyes snap up, something she was not expecting to hear at all.
"When did you complete that?"
Draco gave her a timid smile before stabbing some cheesy potatoes. He bobbed his head from side to side, racking his brain for an exact time frame.
"Maybe four years ago."
"Then…why aren't you doing anything with it?" She finished her soup and Draco rose to collect her bowl. When he stood up, the ties on his robe loosened, showing more of his chest. She tried to look away as quickly as possible, but the hard lines and smooth pale skin made her turn to catch a peak before he turned away.
"I am. How do you think I've managed to create the most diverse and innovative drink menu in all of Wizarding UK?" Draco arrogantly asked. Hermione's mouth opened when she thought of his explanation.
"I—I never thought anyone would use it like that."
"No one has, that's why my clubs are so popular. No one has even thought it would be possible to combine potions into alcoholic beverages. I'm able to sell my drinks at higher prices because there is literally no one else doing what I'm doing." Draco spoke with admiration for his own work, rightfully so. Instead of being deterred by the constant job rejections from a potions teacher or an apothecary, Draco ran with his ideas and made a fortune. Hermione felt herself smile and truly found it remarkable how successful he was.
"You're like Willy Wonka." She told him, he instantly frowned.
"Who?"
"It's a character from this muggle book and movie. He's a man who owns a chocolate factory and he's the best chocolate maker in the world. He has all different sorts of wacky candies and inventions to make his products and there's other companies looking to steal his ideas and then he brings…sorry it's bizarre. Nevermind." Hermione shook her head when she noticed Draco was giving her a blank look as she rambled. There was no reason why he wanted to hear anything about the children's story, but she thought the comparison was funny.
"No it's fine. Sorry I don't really understand the similarities between me and a…chocolate maker?" He told her, his face still looking blank but confusion popping out onto his features. His brows came together on his head, failing to grasp at muggle culture and Hermione held in a giggle.
"It's one of those things you'd have to see for yourself. I loved the story as a kid."
"Well, maybe one day I'll look into this chocolate maker, see what he's all about."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Of course she doubted he ever really would look into it, but she thought it was endearing to think of Malfoy reading the story. It didn't match his personality and she found it entirely hilarious.
"So. I'm going to go change. You should get your hair and makeup in order or whatever it is you need to do to feel comfortable. Once you're done let me know and I'll deliver your outfit." He explained and she gave him a look.
"Why can't I just have my dresses now? I know which one I want to wear." Hermione crossed her arms over her stomach and raised her brow at him. Draco leaned his knuckles against the countertop and sent her a scarily handsome grin.
"You're not wearing those dresses tonight." He stated.
"What am I wearing then?" She could feel her nerves surface, his joyous expression meant he was up to no good.
"Something."
Ambiguity was not something she appreciated, especially when it came to Malfoy. Hermione twisted in the chair, her leg falling out of the robe and Draco's eyes instantly attached to the tanned skin on her calf. He licked his lips and she had to readjust the robe. The heat flooding in her body contrasted the shivers his look caused her.
"That's hardly an answer."
"Well I hardly think it matters." He retorted, pushing his body away from the counter and walking to the opposite side of her, pushing the doors to her…his…bedroom. "Come on. Go finish getting ready."
She didn't move. Close to laughing at how his antics mirrored those of a parent telling a child what to do. "No. Show me what I'm allowed to wear since you're being all…mysterious and—and cryptic."
Draco rolled his eyes and let his hand fall to the side. "Granger, my club has a dress code. I personally picked out your attire so you have nothing to worry about. Just trust me." He pleased, emphasizing the word 'trust' purposefully so she'd remember what tonight was all about. She looked at his patient face for a few seconds before eventually grumbling something about how ridiculous he was under her breath and trudging to her room.
"Give me twenty minutes." She shut the door and quickly scampered into the bathroom. Gods she wished Ginny was here to help with makeup. The witch had become well versed in hair charms to make her hair cooperate in whatever fashion she wanted to wear it, but makeup was harder for her. After three attempts, Hermione let out a loud groan and nearly threw her wand out the window in frustration. Taking one deep breath, she closed her eyes and willed herself to focus harder than she had in her first year exams. It was silly, and unlike her to care so much about how her makeup was going to look for the night. But her body regretfully exploded in happiness when she got the charm right.
Her hair flowed over her shoulders in straighter, looser waves. Her lashes looked longer and flared out intensely at the edges and the shadow over the lids made the brown of her eyes darker, fiercer. Her lips remained a soft pink, matching the shade of her cheeks. Hermione sent herself a smile and heard Malfoy's knocks at her door.
"Granger, you ready?"
She pulled the doors open with both hands, a gasp catching and dying in her throat while she looked at Malfoy's own attire. A light, slate blue suit fitted his physique perfectly, accentuating his wide shoulders and exposing the muscles in his legs. Gods he was fit, and tall and unfairly attractive. His blonde hair looked impossibly whiter with the light shade but they meshed together well. His eyes were bright when she finally met them, too in her own head about checking him out and now about her own appearance to notice his ears were turning red.
He swallowed the dryness down in his throat, words momentarily lost as he now wondered if tonight, or rather she, would be the end of him. Hermione raised her brows and gestured her hands at the bag he was holding.
"Is that my secretive outfit?" She moved her hand to take it from his but he pulled it farther out of reach. She looked at him incredulously. "Seriously? I'm the one wearing it and I still can't know?"
"Before I show you, I need you to promise me that you trust me." His head tilted down looking at the pinkness of her full lips and trying not to shudder in front of her when he remembered the way it felt to run his tongue over those same lips just a week ago. It was truly all he thought about and he was hoping for another opportunity tonight if allowed one.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, worry coming over her face. "Should I not?" She asked him, unsure of why he was being so serious about an outfit and the night.
"No you should. I just want to know you do. And if you do, that means that you're not going to try an escape like last week." Draco ran his tongue over the smoothness of his teeth and Hermione flushed, not certain if he was referring to the bet he won or the way she ran out of his office after he brought her to a mind blowing oral orgasm.
"I—" she blinked up at him, her words felt easy when she spoke, "I trust you."
Hermione watched his jaw clench once before he smiled. And it wasn't a sort of mischievous or cunning smile. It felt oddly genuine, like her words were appreciated or taken as a compliment.
"Brilliant."
Draco stepped into her room and placed the bag on her bed. He looked down at her, eyes darkening in a way that made her stomach flip. "Ready?" He questioned and she nodded once. They walked over to the bed and he first unpacked a box that she guessed were her shoes. Draco glanced at her from the corner of her, an anxious breath release from his chest.
Hermione's jaw fell open and her eyes grew two times larger. She watched him lay out the 'outfit,' reaching into the bag to pull out more items. He was calm beside her, even though he could tell she was having a silent freak out at the grand revelation.
"Well?" He hesitantly asked.
A small shriek fell out of her mouth, so quick it almost didn't sound like a human noise.
"No fucking way."
A/N: I cannot fucking wait till you guys see what the Parisian version of the Cherry Pit looks like in the next chapter. And i should mention that while this story is sexual tension-y since it's a sexy story, there's of course going to be some fluff. I try to find a good balance because that's what i prefer but there are definitely one shots I'm working on that are more sex than plot in the works. Just as an FYI in case any get frustrated. Thank you for reading along! Let me know what you think! :)