Saturday, 14 December, 12:10 PDT
Phillip smiled at her. "So, what time is brunch usually?"
"Mum and Dad usually start it at 10," she shrugged at him.
Phil nodded as he got out of bed, "What time should I meet you at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow?"
Drew canted an eyebrow up at him. "Um," she paused as she looked away for a moment. She looked back up at him, "I was thinking if you wouldn't mind me going back to London with you today. I mean, I always get that jetlagged feeling when I travel back home, even with Wizarding travel."
She waited for a response. Phil raised an eyebrow. "Sure," he smiled. Drew smiled back.
"Em," Phil said. "Do you think I could use your shower before we head back home?"
"Yeah, of course," Drew said. He extended his hand to her. She smirked at him.
"Come with," he said as he nodded toward the en suite bathroom.
Drew laughed, taking his hand as she, too, got out of bed. "I've already taken a shower, Phil."
"I wasn't there, so that doesn't count," he said smiling. He kissed her neck.
She breathed in deeply as she felt his lips on her skin, "You're incorrigible, you know that."
"Come on," he said as he led her to the bathroom. "You can show this dumb jock how to turn your knobs on."
She mocked shock as she followed him. She turned the warm water on as she stepped into the shower. The water droplets flowed. He swooped down to kiss her as he stepped into the shower. Phil pulled her closer to him as he entered her. She moaned. She looked into his eyes as he pumped into her.
"I love you," she said as he leaned her against the shower wall. The warm water cascaded over the both of them as they made love.
o-o-o
Saturday, 14 December, 12:20 PDT
Phillip watched as the last of the soap suds washed off of her calves. She turned and faced him. She smiled taking a step toward him as she handed him the bar of soap. He smiled back, raising an eyebrow as he felt her fingernails graze his chest as she ran her hand down his abdomen.
"I wouldn't do that if you don't want to lather up again," he said, a little strained as he felt himself hardening.
Drew laughed, rolling her eyes. She tiptoed up to kiss his cheek before exiting the shower.
He watched her towel off as she stood under the Wizarding dryer. She wrapped the towel around her, turning around to nod at him before exiting the bathroom.
Phil blew out a breath before turning back to the shower knob. He lowered the strength of the hot water as he felt the cold water wash over him. 'Think clean thoughts', he thought to himself as he started to lather up.
o-o-o
Saturday, 14 December, 12:30 PDT
Phillip walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drew looked up from tying the laces on her black Adidas trainers. She smiled up at him as he stooped down to pick up his dress shirt and trousers. He also picked up his wand. He took a sniff of the clothing and slightly cringed.
He shrugged at her. "I guess one more use will be fine."
She laughed as she stood up. She headed to her dresser. She hesitated for a moment before opening the bottom drawer. She pulled out a set of clothing before turning to face him.
"Um," she said before offering him the set of athletic wear, "You left a set of clothing at the beach house before you left for Boston."
Phil placed his wand on her desk and smiled at her as he looked at the old University of Hawai'i Athletics t-shirt, jersey shorts, a pair of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and white crew socks. Drew watched him put the t-shirt on before he let his towel pool at his feet. Drew turned away for a moment, pretending to organize the knick-knacks on the top of her dresser.
Phillip cleared his throat. Drew turned to face him. He smiled, "Still fits."
She laughed. "I guess we should get a move on," she said as he nodded. He picked up his towel and the rest of his clothes.
"We can put those in the hamper," she shrugged. "They'll be cleaned by the next time you visit."
He kissed her cheek before walking to the bathroom to place the soiled clothes into the hamper. He walked towards her desk to pick up his wand and her familiar Wellesley duffle bag. He put the shoulder strap across his chest, not noticing Drew's breath hitching. He slid his dress shoes on. He smiled at her, extending his hand, "Shall we?"
She nodded as she took hold of his hand. They exited her bedroom and walked towards the fireplace to floo to the Wizarding pub to use the international flooing chimneys. There, Phillip nodded at her as they entered one of the fireplaces to floo to the London pub. From there he dropped some powder into one of the domestic fireplaces and called out the familiar Grosvenor address.
o-o-o
Saturday, 14 December, 20:35 GMT
"Home sweet home," Phillip said as he led her out of the fireplace of the London home.
Drew smiled at him as she looked around. The last time she was there, their conversation was rudely interrupted by Death Eaters apparating in.
"You okay?" he asked, searching his face.
"Yeah, I just," she said. "Jetlag."
He nodded. He led her upstairs to his bedroom. He placed the duffle on his desk as she took a breath.
"You sure you're okay?" Phil asked as he canted an eyebrow up at her.
"Yeah," she shrugged as she looked around. "So, this is what the inside of your bedroom looks like."
He laughed as he, too, looked around. "You've been in here before, right, when we used to have team meetings?"
"Um, no," she shrugged. "Besides, I doubt your girlfriends would have approved of such an idea."
"Haha," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I've only really been in the indoor gym and video room," she said shrugging. Phillip nodded.
"Well, let me show you the kitchen, then," he said. He looked at his watch. "We can have a late dinner."
o-o-o
Saturday, 14 December, 20:45 GMT
Drew sat on the couch facing the television as she flipped through channels. Phil ladled two bowls full of hot tomato soup and carried them to the living room. Drew smiled up at him as he placed the two bowls on the coffee table. Phillip brought over two plates with toasted grilled cheese sandwiches and also set them down on the coffee table before heading to the kitchen one last time.
He brought back two tall glasses filled with a dark liquid. He handed a glass to her as she canted an eyebrow.
"Cranberry juice," she smiled as he took a seat next to her.
"I figured you were still breastfeeding," he shrugged as he kissed her cheek.
She laughed and then raised her glass. He clinked his glass against hers before taking a sip.
"So," he said. "Tomato soup; the red and white can. I had to use English cheddar for the sandwiches; grocers don't seem to sell that American stuff here."
Drew laughed. Phil nodded at her as they both tucked in.
"It's good either way," she smiled as she took a bite of her grilled sandwich.
"What's on the tele?" he asked.
"Shakespeare in Love?" she said.
He nodded as they continued to eat. They watched the makings of an English writer.
o-o-o
Saturday, 14 December, 23:00 GMT
Phillip yawned, blinking as he watched the news scroll across the television screen. He smiled as she leaned against his chest, breathing softly. He kissed her cheek.
"Did I miss the ending?" Drew asked as she, too, yawned.
"I think we both did," he said. "We should get ready for bed."
He helped her up to her feet. They both stretched before heading upstairs for the night.