Over the next several weeks, FitzSimmons divided their spare time between two endeavors.
The first was learning and training fighting spells, so that they could actually be the shield that they always endeavored to be no matter where they went, in their own world or this one.
"So what are we working on next, now that we've read through all our assigned books and have a pretty solid understanding of the basics for all our classes?" Fitz asked as they lounged by the lake after not getting expelled.
"Well, first and foremost, since like you said we are caught up on classes at least as much as everyone else — and probably more, honestly, since I'm pretty sure not everyone else in our classes has read all the way through all of our assigned textbooks yet, like a certain unnamed redhead, for instance — we need to learn how to defend ourselves, especially since we don't have our night-night guns or our Daisy with us to protect us," Simmons answered. "Because we can't protect everyone else if we can't protect ourselves first."
"I guess that means a trip to the library," Fitz replied, looking forlornly out at the soft ripples on the lake, thinking that he was soon going to have to leave them behind for a while.
"So...remember when I got a bunch of extra books last night while you were putting away the Herbology books, and I checked them out with Madam Pince and stuffed them into my backpack before you returned?"
"Surprise here — no I don't, since I apparently wasn't there," Fitz retorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe you should ask your first husband, that Fitz, maybe he was there. But let me take a wild stab in the dark — you already got the DADA books."
"Eight of them, ranging from first year to fifth year, with an extra in third and fourth year since I figured that's where the best spells that we can actually learn at the moment will be," Simmons answered with a smirk, ignoring his comment about the other Fitz who had gone to the future. "Now, obviously we'll need to go through years 1 and 2 first, and learn everything in those before we can start learning third and fourth year spells, but I thinks that's something we can get through pretty quickly with our skill and ability to learn, and then we'll get into the spells that we'd actually be likely to use from third year and above. And I grabbed the fifth year just because it was sitting there, and it would at least be good to look through once we've started getting some of the fourth year spells down."
"Sounds good to me," Fitz replied. "And I assume that at least a couple of those books also made it into your backpack that you brought with us here?"
"Of course, husband," Simmons answered teasingly. "But we can continue just enjoying the lake and nice day and the fact that we can't be expelled, for a while longer before we crack open the first year book, and see how it differs from the assigned one."
"Speaking of which, is Professor Quirrell going to get to actually teaching us anything this year?" Fitz asked. "Because in the two weeks so far that class has pretty much just been a joke, and I'm pretty sure he's lying out his arse about killing that zombie."
"Oh, he's almost certainly lying out his arse about that," Simmons answered. "But as for when he's going to actually start teaching us self-defense — well, that's why it's even more urgent that we take it upon ourselves to learn as much as we can as fast as we can. Because best case scenario he'll get around to first year material eventually, which won't be all that much use in a real fight against adult threats, and more likely case scenario based on our classes so far, he's never going to teach us a thing, leaving the entire class defenseless for another year, making it even more important that we can protect them. And once again, it would be fantastic to complain about a teacher not doing their job, but we've already seen how useless the professors are around here at doing their jobs, so that would just be a giant waste of time — time that we could spend learning more fighting spells on our own."
About thirty minutes later they did start reading through the books that Simmons had got them, and then started practicing the spells they were reading about on their secluded stretch of beach. And every night and many an afternoon after that they practiced, steadily working their way through the books that Simmons had got and then plenty more, to continuously improve their ability to defend themselves and others around them should they ever have to, be it from external threat, malevolent professor, bullying student, or bullying supernatural creature, all of whom the professors encouraged and condoned through their inaction.
~FS~
The second thing that FitzSimmons did was to continue mapping out the castle for the days that they didn't already have.
Like the first Saturday of term, they used the day after they weren't expelled (the day they started training regularly to be capable of fighting in this world) to completely map out the castle for Sundays, but they didn't have any entire weekdays to spend mapping the castle out. However, as only portions of the castle changed each day, mostly just the stairs, secret passageways, and certain doors, while the base layout stayed mostly the same, it didn't take them nearly as much time to mark the changes for each day as it had for them to make the original Saturday map that they were now working off of. And so a month after school had started, they were confident that they had the best map that they were going to be able to make without months more of research, and more than enough to help any first years if they were still struggling to get around the castle efficiently, and for the upcoming years' first year students who would attend in the future.
So Saturday morning at the beginning of October when they returned from breakfast to the Gryffindor common room, they found a group of five seventh-years (a blonde, two brunettes, and two guys) relaxing by one of the windows and walked over.
"Hi," Simmons said. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need some help with a few magical spells we can't perform, and you all seemed like you're old enough to either know the spells we need, know who does know them, or be able to tell us that they don't exist. You see, we have individual maps of the castle for each day of the week with each of their specificities, and we need them combined into a single map that changes each day when the castle changes. Then, if there is any way to make the map three dimensional, so that the map isn't so cumbersome having to have eight maps on a single piece of parchment for the seven floors and the dungeon, that would be great. And finally, we need it duplicated at least thirty-eight times to give to all of the other first-years, and perhaps even more than that if there are older students who would like to have one."
"Wow — wish I'd had something like that my first couple months here," one of the brunettes whistled.
"You still need it — you were twenty minutes late to Charms last week because you forgot that staircase on the third floor goes to the sixth floor on Wednesdays instead of the second, and you couldn't find your way back down to the second," the blonde retorted, rolling her eyes at the first girl.
But the other brunette asked FitzSimmons, "Do you have the entire castle completed, or is there more that you haven't mapped yet? Or I guess what I mean is, are you going to continue improving your map, and need all of the other maps to update as well? Because there's a spell for that, though I personally can't do it. Well, I can't do the three dimensional bit either, though I know a rather cute Slytherin chick in our Charms class who can do that, and I can find someone capable of the Protean Charm."
"Oh, that would be great!" Simmons exclaimed. "We just have the entire third floor corridor on the right-hand side marked off with a skull and crossbones because it's off limits right now, but next year we'll be able to fill that corridor in for next year's first years. And anyway, we would never claim that we know everything about this castle to have drawn it out already."
"Then let me ask around, find the right people, and let's say meet back here at 2100 tonight and we'll see what we can do with your maps."
So that evening, FitzSimmons left their dorm shortly before 2100 to head up to the common room above their heads. There they found the three girls whom they had been talking to that morning, a tall, thin Slytherin girl, a seventh year Ravenclaw boy, and half of the other Gryffindors in the room glaring daggers at the Slytherin chick for crossing the mutual wall of hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and being in their common room in a tight-fitting, low-cut, sexy halter-top tank top, even tighter jeans, and breast-length, slightly wavy, dark brown hair — robes were clearly optional after hours in her opinion as well, and boy, did FitzSimmons agree with that choice.
FitzSimmons walked over to the group, pleasantries were exchanged and compliments were made by Simmons on the Slytherin girl's fashion sense, before the brunette whom they had talked with the most that morning said to FitzSimmons, "I brought the spell experts, did you bring the maps?"
"Right here," Simmons answered, pulling the seven 8-layered maps out of her backpack and plopping them down on the table that they were standing next to. "Saturday's map here on top is the detailed one of the castle, and needs to be the base map. The other six days are just sketches of the castle with the staircases and secret passageways that go to different places, and the doors that do or do not open marked in detail."
"Which we would like on the final map," Fitz added. "Not just the doors that do open, but also the ones that don't, preferably in a bright red or something with an X mark through them so that everyone will know they're closed."
The Slytherin and Ravenclaw both bent down to pore over the map, letting out low whistles of approval.
"Impressive work, and good drawing skills," the Slytherin said. "You've definitely made our jobs here easier."
Over the next hour the seven of them worked diligently creating a single-parchment map, both with a three dimensional mode and a two dimensional mode where the eight floors could easily be changed between by pressing the desired floor number on the bottom of the map. In the end, it was really quite the work of art when it was finally completed. So much so in fact that they all seven signed their names to the top of it, although that was also to distinguish it from the copies that they were to make, as the signatures weren't going to be part of the duplications. But by the time they all headed to their respective beds, they had FitzSimmons' master copy of the map done, along with a hundred copies — because why not, magic — that would mimic any changes that FitzSimmons made to their map over the years, ready to be distributed the following morning. Or five right then, one to the brunette who was constantly getting lost, and one for each of the other four who'd worked on it just because they'd spent such time and effort creating it.
But the following morning was when most of them were distributed, as after finishing their own breakfast FitzSimmons walked around the entire Great Hall tossing a map down in front of every single first year who was in there eating, along with several other years who saw what they were handing out and asked if they could have a copy as well. However, as they walked down the Slytherin table handing out the maps, Snape came stalking down from the staff table to confront them.
"What are you doing, Potter?" he growled. "Get back to your own table."
"Handing out maps to all the first years so they can get around the castle without getting lost," Simmons replied calmly, opening up a map and holding it in front of the snake's face. "It changes every day as the castle changes, and shows which doors and passageways are open each day and which aren't, and where the passageways and staircases go each day, besides the normal map things of showing where all of the classrooms are, highlighted as you can see in bright green, and the four common rooms, highlighted in blue."
"I helped with the map of the inside of the Slytherin common room, and we had a Ravenclaw help with Ravenclaw Tower, but we still need to find a Hufflepuff to give us the layout of the Hufflepuff common room," came a voice from behind them, Miss Slytherin Chick walking up to come to their defense against her bigoted and abusive Head of House. "It's an absolutely ingenious idea, something the professors should have done years ago, but took a couple first years to actually think of and do — with a few of ours help on the magical side of it."
"It also has a three dimensional mode," Fitz added, taking the map that Simmons was still holding in front of Snape's crooked nose and pulling it down horizontal between her and the Snake, before activating the 3D mode that made the castle pop up out of the parchment.
Snape just stood there glaring at them for several long seconds, unsure how to take points away from the should-be-dead-instead-of-his-mother Potter scum for this, but pretty sure that it lay in the fact that they had the layouts of (nearly) all of the common rooms on a map that they were giving out to everyone, though that plan of attack was slightly messed up by the fact that one of his own had betrayed their superior House and given Potter the top-secret layout of the Slytherin dungeons. And he hadn't finished glaring at them yet when Professor McGonagall, who'd spotted Severus and Potter in a standoff from her seat across the hall, walked up and asked sternly, "What is going on here?"
"Maps of the castle, Professor," Simmons answered, switching the map back to 2D mode and moving it towards Professor McGonagall for her to see. "So especially first years, but anyone who wants one, can navigate their way around the castle without getting lost. At this point pretty much everyone knows their way from their common room to the Great Hall to each of the classrooms and the library, but most still won't know the rest of the castle, at least in any amount of detail. But now they will, and can go anywhere in the castle in the quickest, most efficient way possible."
McGonagall stared at Simmons like the first year muggleborn had lost her bloody mind, but eventually realized that there was absolutely nothing in the written rules of the castle saying that it couldn't be done. It was an unwritten rite of passage (i.e. hazing, abuse) that every student who didn't come from a magical family that could teach them the layout of the castle before they came, had to wander around lost for the first several weeks of term before beginning to slowly memorize the castle, losing many of them points for showing up to class late, but unfortunately it was exactly that — an unwritten time-honored act of hazing and abuse by the professors. There was absolutely nothing that could stop a student from giving all of the other students maps to circumnavigate this rite of passage immemorial, and if she were to ask Dumbledore to write an actual rule that banned maps made to help students, she feared what hellfire retribution Potter and Granger would bring down on her and the rest of the professors in the castle for writing such a rule to intentionally harm students, after their calling of her bluff of expulsion a few weeks before.
So she finally had to just say, "Don't force them on anyone who doesn't want one, and don't disrupt anyone or cause any confrontations," before stalking back up to the staff table, giving Severus a sideways glare to do the same.
After that FitzSimmons completed their rounds of the rest of the hall, going back by everyone who hadn't been in there when they'd started, without any more interruptions from the professors trying to stop them. Once finished, they hung out in the entrance hall just outside of the doors into the Great Hall, handing maps to all of the first years whom they hadn't got yet as they made it down to breakfast, and anyone else who came up and asked for one, until finally they had given maps to all but two first years they hadn't seen at all. They were also down to fewer than twenty maps left, far more older students wanting maps than they had expected — apparently no one knew the castle very well no matter how long they had been there.
Trusting that word would spread to the last two first years, and making a mental note to get their seventh year friends to duplicate another fifty copies, FitzSimmons stuffed the handful of maps that they had left in their pockets and headed out to the Black Lake to find a rock to snog behind for the rest of the morning.
~FS~
The rest of October FitzSimmons continued having students occasionally come up to them asking for a copy of the castle map, until by the end of the month they were pretty sure that over half of the castle had maps. But no one needed a map to make it to the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast on Halloween evening.
Everything was going quite normal, FitzSimmons disappointed that they weren't allowed to dress up in costumes so that Simmons could dress up sexily and not get in trouble for it, when Professor Quirrell came dashing into the Great Hall all in a panic.
"Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know," he gasped, before fainting entirely.
Some Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, to not even be able to stay conscious for a simple troll, let alone have already taken care of it — you know, defending the castle against the dark troll.
As everyone around them panicked, Simmons looked over at Fitz and said, "In the dungeon? How did it get in? The only entrance we found in all our exploration of the castle besides windows is the main door right out there through the entrance hall, and surely someone would have noticed it lumbering through there before making its way down to the dungeons."
"Maybe it tiptoed in last night while everyone was asleep, and has been hiding out down in the dungeons until now?" Fitz answered. "What I'm more interested in is what Professor Quirrell was doing down there to begin with instead of being up here for the feast like every other professor. Even Snape, who seems to live down there and is Head of Slytherin House which is down there, has been up here all supper."
"You know, you're right," Simmons replied thoughtfully. "I can't remember Professor Quirrell being up here for any of the feast so far, and it's not like he's regularly missing from meals, not that I can remember anyway."
But their discussion was cut short by several purple fireworks, and Dumbledore's voice booming out through the ensuing silence, "Prefects, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
While the panic returned in full force as soon as he stopped speaking, it was at least semi-organized chaos this time, and everyone began moving in somewhat-orderly, almost-groups out the doors and into the entrance hall. FitzSimmons hung back until the final group of Gryffindors was heading out and then trailed along behind them, figuring that they were far more likely to get stampeded by students than clonked over the head by a slow, cumbersome troll who would make Hydra-Ward look practically dashing.
But as they crossed the entrance hall to the Grand Staircase they saw the tail end of a group of Slytherins take the stairs down to the dungeons, and Simmons exclaimed quietly to Fitz, "The Slytherins! Dumbledore sent the Slytherins straight towards the troll!"
Fitz stopped.
"You're right. Professor Quirrell said the troll was in the dungeons, and the Slytherin common room is in the dungeons." He paused for a second, before continuing, "Well, nothing we can do about it. And if it was really an issue, surely one of the dozen professors would have said something. I mean, even Snape didn't say anything, and based on Potions class he loves the students of his own House."
"Okay, that's true. Yeah, if there was any real danger for the Slytherins going to their common room, Snape would have made sure at least Malfoy didn't go there," Simmons replied. "Although, now that I'm thinking about it, why did Dumbledore send everyone scattering out through the castle instead of staying in the Great Hall to begin with? The Great Hall's easily defensible with only two entrances, and most of the professors could have been sent out looking for the troll with a few staying to defend the doors, instead of sending the students and professors all out towards where the troll could possibly be by this point. But it's clearly way too late for that now. Hopefully nobody dies or is injured because of this."
As FitzSimmons turned to resume their stroll across the entrance hall towards the Grand Staircase, and eventually up to the Gryffindor common room so long as too many broom cupboards along the way didn't trap them in their licentious confines, they heard a shout from behind them.
"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in your common room!"
They turned to find Professor McGonagall standing in the doorway between the Great Hall and the entrance hall, apparently only now leaving to begin searching for the troll that for all they knew was at that very moment wiping a group of students off the face of the planet as they walked unprotected through the castle to their common room.
"Oh, we were just wondering why Dumbledore sent all of the students unprotected into the castle where a troll is believed to be lurking somewhere, and the Slytherins directly into the dungeons which is the last known location of the troll, instead of keeping everyone in the Great Hall where it's known that a troll is not, and is easily defensible until the troll is captured or killed," Simmons answered nonchalantly.
As she had most of the times that FitzSimmons had spoken to her in the two months that they had been there so far, McGonagall just stared at them for several seconds.
Finally, however, she very adult-like shouted, "Well get up to your common room now! Anything could happen to you if you stay here!"
With a roll of their eyes at the irony of her statement, as staying there was far safer than wandering through various hallways of the castle with much fewer options of where to run if they did happen upon a loose troll, FitzSimmons resumed their journey that they had just started before being stopped by Professor McGonagall, not bothering to reply as there was really nothing left to say to someone who clearly had no intentions of listening to their actual expertise, them being senior Shield agents and all. And several floors up, once they were sure that McGonagall wasn't following them, FitzSimmons paused not so briefly in a broom cupboard to snog because they were married and they could, before finally finishing up their journey up to Gryffindor Tower.
Entering the circular room they discovered that the feast that had previously been on the tables in the Great Hall was now on tables in the middle of the common room, and everyone was milling about eating and chatting, and generally still having a party. They were also very quickly set upon by one Ronald Weasley.
"Where have you been?!" he exclaimed in worry. "I've been looking the whole room over for you. Can you believe that a troll got into the castle?"
"We were wondering about that ourselves," Fitz replied as Simmons led them over to the food tables for her and Fitz to grab some plates of dessert. "We couldn't figure out any way for it to have got in."
"No idea, they're supposed to be really stupid," Ron said. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."
"Maybe, but it still leaves the question of where it got in, along with when," Simmons replied. "Did it get in through the main doors into the entrance hall, the only doors we've found in all of our exploration? Because if so, it would have had to have got in last night, because surely there's no way it could have got in while everyone was in the Great Hall feasting and no one have heard anything, and there are people coming and going through there all through the rest of the daylight hours every day. And if it got in last night, where has it been hiding this whole time that no one found it until Professor Quirrell a little bit ago? And what was Professor Quirrell even doing down in the dungeons in the first place instead of being at the feast like all of the other professors? But if it didn't get in through the main entrance, then where is there another entrance into this castle that it did get in through?"
By the time Simmons had finished with all of her questions they had made it over to some empty chairs with their plates of dessert, and Ron was staring at her in numb shock, not having twenty years of experience listening to her talk when she was on a roll. Fitz, however, had, and so he had no trouble replying as soon as she wore herself out, "I wonder if the professors have found it yet. Or if they don't tonight, if classes will be canceled tomorrow out of safety. But speaking of such, do they have a way to lock the common room doors not to let anyone out, because without that or someone standing in the hallway stopping people, or a professor coming here and telling everyone that they aren't allowed to leave because the troll is still at large, tomorrow morning everyone's going to be wandering the hallways again."
"And you tell Daisy that you don't have any tactical smarts," Simmons scoffed, stealing a cookie off of her husband's plate as punishment.
"That's just common sense, not tactics," Fitz replied, trying to steal a chocolate covered raspberry off of his wife's plate but failing as she slapped his hand away. "If a lab has a spill in it and the emergency button is pulled, it goes into lockdown, only overridable by top level clearance. And the same with every building we've ever been in, there have always been lockdown protocols. This is basically just a lockdown protocol where no one is allowed in the main castle or out of the common rooms. Food is of course a concern for lockdowns, but they have this food here."
"Okay, but that's still more tactical awareness than people who would send everyone out of a secure room into the hallways that the danger is located in without any protection, have," Simmons said, picking up one of the chocolate covered raspberries that her husband had been trying to steal off of her plate and feeding it to him.
Ron, meanwhile, had stared at their back and forth completely lost, before finally exclaiming, "Eww!" as Fitz ate the fruit out of her fingers.
Turning to look at the redhead, Simmons told him, "You'll find it romantic in a decade when you have a girlfriend."
Ron gave her a 'yeah, right' look, before looking around to find anyone whom he could go hang out with who was less gross and cootie infested, and quickly said, "Oh look, there's Dean, I really need to go talk to him. Bye!" and scurried away.
"You know, we really shouldn't show our relationship when others are around, when they think we're eleven," Fitz said once Ron was gone.
"Yeah, but it did well to get rid of him, and let us eat in peace," Simmons replied. "And he was being nice enough, and really has been over the past several weeks, though I don't know why he's forcing himself to hang out with us when he clearly doesn't enjoy it when he is, but I'd rather be alone while we finish eating, so we can then sneak away and really be alone."
"Definitely not complaining about that," Fitz smirked in reply, causing Simmons to roll her eyes at him even if she had been the one to bring it up.
~FS~
The following morning FitzSimmons found the door from the common room to the main castle unlocked, and so headed down to breakfast.
They didn't see any wayward trolls along the way and made it safely to the Great Hall where there were a few other early risers arriving as well, who had also clearly arrived safely. But a few safe people didn't a safe castle make, and so they still wanted to ask a professor if the troll had been captured and removed from the premises to know for sure. Several other professors arrived before her, but FitzSimmons waited on Professor McGonagall, their Head of House, as she should have been the one to do something for their House if the castle wasn't safe yet.
When she did arrive, having long finished eating, FitzSimmons walked up to the staff table and asked her, "Was the troll every captured?"
"Of course, of course," McGonagall replied, rather brushing them off.
"Do you know how it got in? Have you fixed the break-in spot so another one can't get in again?" Simmons pressed.
"The professors have taken care of it," McGonagall replied sternly. "Now go eat and get ready for your classes."
Wondering what was going on that McGonagall would so blatantly ignore their questions, FitzSimmons headed out to the library to study before Potions. Eventually, though, they had to actually descend the steps into the dungeon of doom, and Snape's class in which he hadn't ceased abusing the Gryffindors and spoiling his own Slytherins. After about a month and a half of top-of-the-class potions from FitzSimmons he had finally stopped spending half of every class period trying to find something wrong with Harry Potter's potion, or hair, or smile, or general disposition, and had instead started for the most part pretending that they didn't even exist. Which was great for themselves in FitzSimmons' opinion, but they did still have to suffer through watching the Snake abuse the rest of the Gryffindors, and especially Neville for some reason, which of course only made him perform even worse, which in turn gave Snape even more excuse to abuse him, in a vicious never-ending cycle. But they knew better than to believe that they could report his abusive behavior to McGonagall, Dumbledore, or any of the other professors, and anything be done about it — they wouldn't even punish a student caught in the act of theft, there was no way in bloody hell that they were going to do anything to a staff member. Three-quarters of the castle hated the man's guts with every fiber of their being, and not because he was a strict teacher, and yet he was still there after ten years.
But as he let them into his dungeon lair that morning, FitzSimmons immediately noticed that he was limping. It unfortunately didn't prevent him from still stalking around the room heaping scathing vileness upon the Gryffindors, or claiming that everything the Slytherins did was perfection incarnate and God's gift to the divine art of potion-making, but it did make FitzSimmons wonder what had happened between the night before when he wasn't limping, and that morning when he was.
So when class was over and they were walking back up to the Great Hall for lunch, Simmons said to her husband, "I wonder if he was part of whoever found and captured or killed the troll, and ended up on the wrong side and that's why he's limping. And maybe also why McGonagall didn't want to say anything about it this morning, because one of their own got injured. Though that doesn't really feel right, if I'm being honest — just a possibility that could explain her behavior."
"Maybe — not like he'd tell us if we asked, or I care to ask anyway," Fitz replied. "And I have no clue what McGonagall's problem was, other than just disliking us in general because we refuse to obey her stupid rules."
But at that moment Ron walked by with Dean and Seamus talking animatedly about quidditch, and FitzSimmons' topic of conversation switched as well.
"We going to the match tomorrow morning?" Fitz asked. "See what all this excitement about quidditch is, that makes our own obsession with footy look mild-mannered and indifferent in comparison?"
"I suppose we should," Simmons answered. "Everyone's been talking about nothing else for the past couple of weeks. I can't imagine it will live up to the hype, and if it doesn't hold our interest we can always leave during the middle of it, but I see nothing better to try in the morning."
~FS~
So the following morning as lunch time approached, FitzSimmons strolled down to the quidditch pitch with everyone else to see what the big hoopla was.
Despite having tried to ignore Ron as best as they could during the first week of school when he had talked of nothing but quidditch and wizards chess at them, they had been unable to not hear enough to know the basic premise of the sport, and therefore weren't going in completely blind.
At exactly 1100 Madam Hooch shrilly blew her whistle, and fifteen brooms and four balls soared into the air. An announcer also began announcing, making sure that everyone was aware of what was going on out in the air of the stadium. The match was interesting enough to FitzSimmons that they didn't leave during the middle of it, watching until the snitch was finally caught, but as they walked away when it was finally over and everyone else was partying like it was the greatest thing in the world or sulking and throwing a tantrum like it was the worst, Fitz said, "I doubt we'll be doing that again unless we're really bored."
"Yeah, you shagging me against the wall in an abandoned classroom or behind a rock somewhere out on the grounds depending on the weather, since no one will be around to catch us, sounds like a much better use of our time," Simmons replied with a smirk, making her husband break out in one of his rare blushes. It took a lot to make him blush, but apparently suggesting public sex would do it — Simmons made a mental note.
"If you don't shut up about that, I'm going to find a tree to hide behind and finger-fuck you in your jeans right now, regardless of how cold it is out here," Fitz growled in a whisper.
"Is that a promise, husband?" Simmons smirked cheekily.
Fitz grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the path that ran around the lake. As it turned out, it was a rock that they finally ended up behind, not a tree, but Fitz soon had his wife's jeans unbuttoned and his hand down the front of them. With well-practiced skill he was soon bringing her to orgasm, carrying through with his 'threat'. Their mouths remained clamped together the whole time to swallow all of Simmons' moans, their tongues dueling as she cried softly into his mouth when she came. Once she came down from her high, they quickly straightened themselves back up before heading to the castle for a late lunch, no one any the wiser to their fun.