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Harry woke to the visage of Elaine looking at him with an expression that was unamused, and to a degree, tired-looking. As was a rarity on account of her very public lifestyle — she was the Minister — his witch was without any of her typical cosmetics, be it charms or actual products. He much preferred her natural beauty anyhow when compared to the manufactured and 'idealistic' appeal that most witches seemed to go for. Natural was perfect, especially in her case. She had long, flowing dark hair, dark eyes to match it and such pale skin that only seemed to accent her dark features in a way that made her seem divinely beautiful and yet, the epitome of a seductress when combined with the fluidity of her movements. Obviously, with this being the morning and with her lacking much if not everything of what he'd said because of the early hours, she was simply a very pretty witch that he would gladly see first thing in the morning.
"I can feel that affection you hold for me flowing through that link of ours," Elaine finally said, her voice lethargic as she stretched, her body flexing and flowing as a Snake might. "I'm very fond of the idea of you keeping our link open. It needn't be closed now that we're as together as we are, isn't that right, lover?"
"I'm without secrets, so I imagine the same could be said for you — that's why I don't bother with it all that much anymore. Well, unless you're in a bad mood and I have to speak with somebody. I'll definitely try and block your negative feelings out then unless I'd like to strangle the bloke I'm speaking with," Harry replied as he sent the covers to his side so the morning air could greet him. That coldness and crispness was often a great way to wake up rather than call Laddey for a coffee or tea, he reckoned it was healthier that way too.
That action also had the added side effect of revealing Elaine to him. She was in a thin nightgown the likes of which hugged her and did little to keep her form hidden from his gaze. It wasn't as if it kept any secrets from him, no, he'd seen much and more of her form sans clothing in recent times.
"That would be quite the situation should it occur," Elaine said with a snicker, her laughter and voice as husky as usual on account of the morning. Harry nearly rolled over to kiss her, he would have too, were it not for the feeling of laziness that fell upon him as equally as it seemed to fall upon Elaine.
Only the day prior, away from the Ministry and through hours upon hours of work, they had finally ascertained the destruction of Grindelwald. Short of a type of magic the two combined had zero knowledge of, the man could not return. Not in their lifetime, not in their children's whensoever they had them, and not in any future regardless of the new spells that would be created. He was destroyed and his soul, fractured as it was, found itself where all souls ended up. His Horcruxes hadn't saved him nor would they. Grindelwald had fallen as the hundreds or thousands he'd killed throughout his life had done; justice had been served for each and every person.
"Breakfast?"
Elaine rolled her head to look at him, and then she yawned. There was a short and sudden noise that came from her, one that sounded not dissimilar to a squeak or moan. He loved it despite the narrowing of her eyes. "You mean to suggest you're not meant to fulfil my appetite this morning?"
"We just woke up," he said, chuckling and leaning forward as he pressed a kiss against Elaine's forehead. "You're a temptress as usual, aren't you?"
"Only if you feel tempted. I'm acutely aware that your willpower is impressive, beyond impressive, and as such, I'll need to try my best if I mean to wear you down — should I sleep free of any garment this evening? Would that work?" Elaine's expression was one of pondering as she asked the question aloud and more so for her sake than his. The two of them knew that she needn't an answer from Harry, she simply had to look at him and feel for him. If it made him squirm in one way or another, it would be an action she would most certainly do.
"You're going to ruin my innocence," he jested as he finally leaned up, his arms stretching and flexing as more of that cold air struck him. It felt quite nice, the breeze, and the smell of flowers that permeated throughout the room at large from his garden below was especially enjoyable. Almost like the world itself was happy that the filth that had been Grindelwald was removed.
Who knew, right? Some claimed magic was sentient, so who was Harry to say other—
He was pulled back with surprising strength and in a sudden fashion and forcefulness that he was near without breath for a scant few seconds. When he felt the softness of Elaine at his back, particularly her thighs and breasts, he simply sagged into her body. The day was tempting him to rise, go out and relax throughout the house, but her body and company were more tempting and there was no urge to resist it.
After all, what was one lazy day when it interrupted hundreds of days filled to the brim with work or violence or a combination of both feelings? In Harry's mind, one day off as a reward for all that he had done was more than earned. One week, Merlin, even one month was fair; more than fair, really.
"Off so soon?" Elaine cooed into his ear, her hands wrapping around to rest and glide across his chest in feather-light touches that formed nonsensical patterns. "Don't you wish to remain in bed with me? The day is young, we've not even reached noon and already you're so set on doing… what?"
"I was planning on making breakfast in bed for you, wouldn't that sound ideal?" Harry asked as he reached back, his hands finding her shoulders at an awkward angle. It didn't matter all that much, and it certainly wasn't painful, so he massaged her shoulders and immediately felt her muscles, lithe as they were, give way to his attention.
The fact that he had so much power over her in that regard to the point of silencing her and earning little noises not unlike the initial moan-squeak hybrid elated him. Elaine was a witch in every way. One that was more powerful than all others currently on the planet, one with the potential due to greatness or some of the worst imaginable deeds, but most of all, a witch that he'd come to care a great deal for.
She crooned suddenly, her hands getting tighter as they fisted up his shirt. "Your love is overflowing. Boundless. Unending," she leaned forward, her face now visible to him. The expression that was on it was a mixture of bliss and happiness the likes of which he couldn't begin to comprehend typically — it was simply strange to see such a look on her face. "Today will be most enjoyable, won't it?"
Harry and Elaine had left their bedroom at one in the afternoon. They had fallen back asleep after a brief conversation whilst they'd cuddled, and later, worked each other's muscles by way of a firm-handed massage with oils that Elaine insisted they use. Unsurprisingly, it had gotten the two into quite a mood and so they'd bathed before finally dressing in casual day loungewear as they headed to the kitchen. The house elves would be bothered, Harry knew, for they did so love the idea of feeding their witch or wizard, but it was something that Harry enjoyed too.
That he could cook for the pair of them was something he truly wished to do. Elaine had seldom tasted his food and while it was a skill he'd learned by means he wasn't especially fond of, much less the memories and process of doing so, he did so enjoy showing off for her. She was much the same, he found out that day.
"Why're you grabbing the brown sugar — wait, that's the sugar with bits of vanilla mixed in it… what're you doing?" Harry blinked at her as he hovered near Elaine, the girl reaching out and grabbing various ingredients from softened Irish butter to his favourite mixed sugar. It was entirely too strange and he did so hope she wouldn't try and do the same as he was.
The last thing he needed was Elaine making a mess of the pristine, perfect kitchen.
"Please, darling," Elaine chided as she fixed him with a look that was entirely too chastising for him to enjoy. "Do you think you're the only one that knows their way around a kitchen?" Elaine scoffed as if the very notion offended her and then swept past him, her hand moving and floating over the various ingredients on the counter before her. "Make our lunch as you said you would, and whilst you do so, I will make a pie the likes of which I learned from a Yankee in my youth, and no, the story thereof won't be told this day."
Harry nearly pouted at her. She could read him well, too well, and enough so that she knew he was sorely tempted to ask why a Yankee of all people had taught her a pie recipe in her childhood. Sometimes, the things she said and claimed to have experienced just didn't make sense, but he wouldn't knock it yet, not until he tried it and saw what ingredients she mixed together.
Thus, Harry did just that; he whipped together his breakfast with expert speed whilst Elaine simply moved about slowly and patiently. By the time he was finished with heating charms and all applied to their food, she had finished making the crust mixture and had moved on, finally, to the pie itself.
First, he watched her melt the butter until it was in a liquid state. With how much there was, he knew immediately that the dish she was making was very far from being healthy.
"Are you simply going to sit there and watch me?" Elaine asked, amused as she turned just enough to look at him from the corner of her eyes. "Perhaps I should've worn nought but an apron if I knew I'd be putting on a show for you."
That's not a horrible idea, you know.
"Go on, measure two cups of brown sugar and two cups of sugar for me if you're going to be spying whilst I work — you'll be helpful, at the very least, and if you're good, I'll let you lick the bowl after," Elaine winked at him when she finished speaking, her teasing, light tone making Harry smile and chuckle as he went about doing as she'd asked.
He couldn't find it within himself to mind. It was strange, really, she even made measuring flour and pouring it into a mixture with other ingredients fluid and unearthly. Harry added the sugar and brown sugar a few seconds later when she called for him, and afterwards, she added one last ingredient, eggs, and set it to mix itself with a lazy wave of her hand.
"Now what?"
Elaine looked at him after he'd said those two words. "When the crust is finished, I'll apply a layer of chocolate and top it with the mixture," her look turned suggestive, and the sly smile that set on her face told him more was coming. "Is there anything you'd like to do in the meantime, my love? I'm sure I have more than enough chocolate in the pantry if you'd like a snack beforehand."
If it wasn't Elaine that would be the death of him by way of affection or lust, it'd be her cooking… she could do everything.
He was lucky and jealous, the latter especially on account of her proficiency in baking.