Fair mention this is NSFW. At one point Talbott and Talia get it on, so if you are not a fan and want to give them their privacy, shut the door, quietly yeah and let them enjoy it.

She would have taken the harsh training over the day she had if she could turn back time. The clock indicated almost one in the morning by the time she dragged her feet to the inn. If there was one thing Moody was, that was tiresome, at least to her. Talia alone did not stand out that much, she learned to blend in with wizards and muggles alike, however alongside him all that changed.

His appearance alone made people pause stop and stare, one man on the train even getting up to ask her if she was alright and if she needed any help, probably thinking he was trying to kidnap her or worse "Bless his Muggle soul." She laughed it off turning back to her discussion with Moody once he was out of ear shot. Yet she could not pretend forever that his fidgety nature was not getting on her nerves. He scanned the train cart one too many times and that damn eye was making her lose all composure she tried to maintain.

By the time she opened the door to the room her and Talbott were staying it at the inn she had looked behind her shoulder multiple times, taken three different turns and routes, being almost paranoid after the discussions held that day.

The small lamp next to Talbott's bedside was on, him lowering the book in his hands to get a good look at her. The questions burned at the tip of his tongue, yet he remained calm, not letting them roll from his mouth, instead letting her speak first "I expected you to be asleep by now." Squinting his eyes slightly he could not shake away the feeling that she was trying to avoid him "I need to go shower."

"Then you'll tell me where you've been all day?" the harsh tone behind that question did not go unnoticed, her just nodding her head before disappearing in the bathroom.

She tried to not take too much, just a quick scrub, in and out, however Talbott kept his eyes trained on the clock hung on the wall as if it had personally offended him. By the time Talia emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, he had planned an entire scenario where he would get up and throw it out the window, but not before ripping out all the mechanism making it tick.

She did not wait for his invitation, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, Talbott straightening, a hiss escaping from between his teeth "Are you alright?" there was so much concern lingering on her face that it almost made him reach out to her, yet he remained cemented in his stubbornness and so did she once that harsh look in his eyes levelled her.

"Just sore after today, though I should thank you since Moody went after you and let us go earlier." That statement made her crack a smile, despite feeling a tad guilty for his trainer's rotten mood. Even if she was not directly responsible for Finnemore's actions, they in the end had a fight due to her alone.

Placing a leg underneath her, she fully turned to Talbott relating to him all that she had been up to that day, of course leaving out the deal she made with Moody and how she almost lost her composure while in Snape's home. Talia was fully aware that her lover would never accept being saved if the situation called for both of them being in trouble.

He just sat there, listening, running the information in his head multiple times, even after she finished relating her stories. For some reason, the way she sat reminded him of when she first related a well-covered up version of the truth, back when she took him to the Muggle tea house "Alright, come on, we both could use some sleep." As they both got up, Talbott pulled the covers off the bed, Talia rummaging through her bag for a pair of panties "And next time, don't go alone, got it?" he turned, immediately feeling heat rush to his face as he set his eyes on her "Apologies." He muttered as he looked away quickly.

Talia looked at herself, stopping half way up her thighs from pulling on the thin fabric and analysed the situation. She was bent, cleavage on display, bathrobe running up her legs, almost revealing the lack of clothes underneath entirely "Why are you apologising?" however she did pull the bathrobe over her scar.

Talbott swallowed loudly as he heard the fabric rubbing against her legs "I…nothing." Cocking a brow, Talia giggled, however Talbott kept his back turned as she pulled a shirt over her head.

"You? Nothing? Are words failing you by any chance?" he wanted to blame it all on the tiredness coursing through his body, however she would not bite down on that lie no matter how much he would insist. Instead, he remained silent, crawling under the covers, keeping his back turned to her as she finished getting dressed.

Silently moving around the room, she brushed her hair, before turning off the lamp. He waited for a few moments for her to also get in bed, however she turned to the window, sitting on the sill, eyes cast on the empty road "Talia, come to bed." No response followed, a low groan escaping his lips "Please, just get some rest."

"I'm not tired."

"Like Hell you're not." Came the swift reply alongside the covers coming off, his nerves being at breaking point. Bracing himself for the pain, he exhaled slowly, Talia turning to him. In a couple of steps, she was back at the edge of the bed, fingers flipping the switch back on, light illuminating them both.

"Are you just sore or are you also hurt?" her eyes immediately scanned him, taking note how he held onto his left side "Let me see."

"It's fine, I already took something." Catching her hand before she touched him, made them both freeze, Talia forcing her expression to remain neutral, wishing he did not catch how his hesitation and refusal hurt. His eyes averted as he slowly removed his fingers from her skin.

"What are you more angry about?" her voice dropped, low, cold, words spoken slowly as she straightened herself and just looked at him "Seeing a past version?" she analysed him, every reaction speaking to her "That I went fishing for some answers today?" lifting her brows, she resisted the urge to bite down on her lip "Lazlo?" there it was, a single twitch in his eyes, a hard blink and the pulsating spot on his neck indicating how his heart rhythm picked up "That it's too late now to run?"

That angered him further, Talbott getting up despite the burning pain, towering over her form, hands taking hold of her arms "Who said anything about running? I'm here aren't I?" his display and anger did not phase her in the slightest, her eyes lowering as she pressed a gentle hand against his ribs.

"I know you are, which in a sense both hurts and heals me." Lifting her eyes to look at him, she hesitated a beat before speaking again "I was lonely, there is no other excuse for it. I slept with him the first time when I was younger, he wanted me in exchange for teaching me the Patronus charm." Despite the underlying anger now simmering in his eyes, there was something more she could not quite place "The second time we found each other at a bar, I was still hiding out waiting on instructions from Dumbledore, he had just returned from a mission for his job. It was a moment of weakness."

Letting her go, Talbott slowly removed his shirt throwing it on the floor "Can you heal this? I think I managed to fracture it." gently directing him back to the edge of the bed, she slowly pushed him on his back, straddling him as she got on top.

"For you? Anything." She worked slower this time around, not forcing her powers onto him. A soft hand was placed against his ribs, her hair encompassing his vision as she leaned in pressing a kiss against his lips, one he did not deny her.

As her powers worked their magic, embers in her eyes dying out, she lifted herself, Talbott staring in her orbs from his position on the bed. His breath hitched as the last golden light died, leaving him drowning in turquoise depths, his body reacting all on its own as he lifted himself on steady hands.

Talia barely had time to draw in a breath before his lips claimed hers once more, far more demanding than he had ever been as he pulled her as close to his body as he could, fingers tangling in fiery hair, heart beat wildly ringing in his ears as she slowly started to grind against him, each motion igniting the fire inside his chest further.

With each twist of their tongues dancing together he felt the anticipation building inside his body, further wanting more, further wishing to feel her against him. His hands trembled slightly as they caressed her back, while hers roamed freely, noting the curves of his body, chest expanding in soft sighs against her fingertips.

It felt new yet at the same time exciting as his voice almost broke out when her lips traced kisses alongside his jaw, making her way to his neck. Pushing him back on the bed, she fumbled for the light switch, drowning the room in darkness before their eyes adjusted, Talbott taking note of her silhouette, lights from the streets making their way behind her, surrounding her in a surreal aura.

"Can I?" he lifted her shirt slightly, not being able to utter more words as his own voice sounded foreign at that very moment. Talia hesitated for a moment before her hands removed the thin fabric covering her upper body, leaning back in to kiss him. His hands gripped her hips trying to stop her torturous grinding against him and she settled down, fingers playing in his hair, understanding without him having to deliver a single word.

She was moving a bit too fast, him not having the capability to adapt to the new sensations his body was throwing at him, not to mention the embarrassment he felt from already being that hard underneath her. However she kissed him slower, sending his mind in overdrive as her nails traced patterns down his chest, shivers reverberating through him as she traced his stomach right alongside his pants line.

More out of instinct than anything he grabbed her hand, eyes widening as he tensed realising how silly he must have appeared at that very moment "Don't worry, we'll go as fast or as slow as you want. I won't touch you if you don't want…"

"I want you to touch me." It came out, he just blurred it out in one single breathless sentence, Talbott closing his eyes shut as he cursed inside his head.

Pursing her lips, Talia smiled softly as she almost purred in his ear "Believe me, that is also what I desire." Lifting herself to look at him, they eyes locked "But I need to make sure you really want this." His mind raced with a million thoughts yet he could barely grasp any of them, not managing to form a straight one all the way. She was after all on top of him, hot skin pressed against his, exposed and vulnerable for him to see and he was what? Afraid? Did not poses the necessary knowledge to go through with it?

Extending a hand to caress her face, he pushed back the hair covering her chest, Talia flinching slightly "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yet her voice caved in on itself before regaining strength, anything to put his mind at ease "I just never taken my shirt off before in front of anyone, I mean you're the first." Groaning, she shook her head, berating herself.

And just like that there she was, as afraid as he was, going over uncharted territory. Bringing her back into a tender kiss he did everything in his power to concentrate on her and her alone, soon pushing back ideas that no man had ever truly loved her, or showed her tenderness. He would be the one, he would be her first significant one.

"I want you." He uttered softly as his hands roamed her body, burying everything about her to his memory. Securing her in his lap, he switched positions, laying her gently on her back as he explored, indulged, shuttered when moans left her lips. His tongue traced her pale skin, nose picking up the exact places where she applied perfume. Her thin wrists, that deserved more kisses to be pressed against her pulse, the back of her ears as he continued to whisper how much he wanted her, pressing his lower body between her legs. Between her breasts that moulded perfectly in his rough hands.

She tasted sweet and hot against his lips, back arching under his gentle hands as if he was afraid he could break her.

Lifting himself up slightly as he reached her stomach, he looked up in her eyes, asking for permission as her pants slowly came off and hit the floor with a soft thud before he came back up, kissing her lips with hungry passion. Her nails grazing his back made him shiver, as if she knew exactly where to go and where to touch.

Even as his own pants met the floor, it felt as if the burning sensation inside his chest would consume him entirely, as if him alone could barely handle the whirlwind of emotions. And Talia of course enjoyed every moment he was offering her, every sound that she could steal from his mouth.

Her hand let go the fistful of hair she held between her fingers, smirking to herself at how she managed to ruffle his always perfectly slicked back hair. It made him look younger, softened his sharp features and she delighted in the sight of him like that. He always had the ability to ignite something inside her body, especially then, with how lust fogged his bright mind, half opened eyes taking her in as her hand danced across his chest, lowering slowly.

As she ran her fingers alongside his length, he shut his eyes, a gasp tumbling off his tongue, him pressing further against her palm. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she kissed his shoulder, hands pulling away at the last piece of fabric covering his body, Talia edging him further, biting down on her lip as his breathing intensified "Talia" her name sounded like a soft whisper, him stopping her with a trembling hand "slow down a little or I'll" she allowed for him to catch his breath, rolling him off her so she could finish getting undressed.

A single moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes, not because he did not want her, but because he still did not hold certain information and for him, knowledge was power. As she got back on top of him, rubbing herself against his erection, Talbott could not contain the moan leaving his throat. There she was in all her glory, legs spread, on top of him and he could not stop thinking how dangerous and in equal amounts enchanting she was.

Talia bit on her lip as he whispered pleading for her to stop teasing, asking for her to teach him, guide his hand and for a moment she wondered if he was the one actually teasing her and playing a damn good game of pretend. There was no way one could be in equal measures unknowing yet so inviting, but his eyes reflected it, shattering all her doubt.

Guiding his hand between her legs, she let out a sweet moan when his fingers rubbed against her clit, the idea of her teaching him anything leaving both their brains as the sounds she made reached his ears. Kissing her he ventured, finger spreading her, feeling how wet she was. When she gently bit his lower lip, lowering herself slightly, he slipped a finger inside of her, his brain feeling like it would short circuit. If she felt that good against his hand, then he could not even fathom how he would feel against his cock.

However it soon dawned on him that she was still every bit in control, hungry eyes taking in the hot mess that he was as he almost begged to be inside of her. Something feral resided inside of her body, a power he could not even begin to understand, could not as his hazy mind dwelled on further acts. Sin after sin, after more sin.

As she slowly inserted him inside of her, he could feel the shiver reverberating through her, his arms bringing her closer. He needed to have her, thrusting painfully slow as she felt every bit of his length trembling with pleasure.

They kissed between moans and sighs of pleasure, losing themselves in one another, for nothing else mattered. For Talia he was everything, a man created of such gentleness and raw emotions, one she needed to worship with every touch and kiss she dared to shower him with. For Talbott, she represented all he should not come close to, however he appeared to be drawn to her like a month to a flame.

Her rhythm picked up, Talbott not being able to contain his voice any longer, lustful moans and groans filling the room with every movement of her hips. She took him in entirely, riding his cock, adjusting her motions with every indication of his body. She would slow down when he would grip her too hard, his muscles tensing up before relaxing slightly as he tried to prologue the multitude of sensations filling him, spreading throughout his body, hazy lustful eyes never leaving her form.

And she teased him relentlessly, edging him, feeling him throb as she denied his orgasm, him groaning underneath her power, losing his composure slowly within her heat. She refused to let him turn the tables, pinning his hands over his head, delivering a heated kiss, one he returned wholeheartedly.

This control over him fuelled him further, chest heaving, hips moving to a different pace, him dictating the rhythm as she bent, teeth grazing his neck, hot tongue pressed against his rapid pulse. She did not stop his ecstasy that time around, allowing him to thrust deep inside of her, the sweet release reverberating through his body as he strained to keep his voice lowered, yet could not as she slowly still moved, gripping his sensitive cock.

A trembling mess, a hectic heartbeat, he was all that and more as she let him go, yet did not climb off him. Covering his face with his arm, he took a few strained breaths, coming off his high, cock still twitching slightly, making him moan with each movement, feeling as if suddenly her heat was too much to bare, yet he still did not want for her to get off.

She kept admiring him, how his breath regulated slowly, him finally daring to look at her, swallowing thickly before speaking "Damn." Exhaling, he took note of the smirk playing on her lips "You're so beautiful." Lifting himself, he kissed her softly.

"Come, let's take a shower." Talbott gasped as she got off him, slowly trying to sit up, legs trembling underneath her weight as she straightened "Don't tell me you're shy now."

He was and she knew it well enough, despite him not downright admitting it "I'll shower after you if that's alright." To which she just offered him a small smile.

Once alone, he pulled the cover over his lower half, crashing back onto the bed, eyes shutting tight. In pure Talbott fashion his mind now screamed at him, questions yelling at him by the dozen. Did he perform well enough? Was she satisfied? Did he last enough? What was even enough?

He felt good, he felt great, the very memory making his cheeks blush.

Sitting up, he frowned "Bloody Hell." He could not go and ask her those questions, not in a million years, unless he wanted to look like a fool, yet they would not let him be.

Getting up, he knocked on the bathroom door, Talia's voice inviting him inside, thing she did not need to do twice. Within a couple of steps he was under the running water, pulling her in his arms and a fervent kiss. She was the only one who could silence all those thoughts, in her arms he could push every decimating idea away.

He searched her face for any signs of regret, any indication that he might have done something wrong, however he could not discover any. Wide eyes watched him, thin brows lifting, before her lips pressed in a thin line "What's wrong?" brushing the hair from his eyes with a soft hand she spoke once more "Hope you're not regretting what just happened."

"Of course not. Do you?" that small lip purse told him she caught him, Talbott mentally slapping himself. She knew how to make him weak in more ways than one.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered against his lips "Why would I regret our night together? You were amazing and this is only the beginning."