✧MASTER AND MISTRESS LESTRANGE✧
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As exhausted as both parties were, Aurora found herself still a bit hazy in his arms. Her breasts pressing into his sides as she was breathing evenly now, but her eyes were still open. Rabastan knew she was awake, and his thumb had swirled into her skin more times than not in hopes of soothing her.

"I know you said you were a night owl, but I didn't expect it would take you this long to fall asleep." Her swollen lips attempted to pout but it was more or less the same anyhow.

Instead of leaning down fully, he kissed her forehead and securing her into his hold. "Not to worry, it makes for good pillow talk." Her giggles were hoarse and groggy, she was indeed tired but her body was still wried on a sex high to really commit to her sleep cycles at the moment.

"And what could we possibly talk about here rather than out there, or even clothed?" Her voice found itself once more, and her tired eyes leaned up to look at him. Once again a swell of pride took him by surprise as he caught his wife's glance and smiling nature.

"Intimate things I suppose...Like someone's grand last moment freak out about what we just accomplished." She soft laughter rallied beside him caused his heart to spark. Her body already dropping over his, prompted her to hide directly into his chest.

"How long are you going to hold that against me?" She questioned, especially when his hands were running up and down her bare sides.

"Hmm...A bit. Just because it was new, seeing you that nervous darling." She perked her lips out, but now it was only met with Rabastan rising up to hold her properly in the center of their bed without the support of the frame.

    "I love your laughter my little kitten." So with hearing that she let her head fall backwards in reaction. But he truly wanted to be the causation of said laughter, so he managed a small attack to her fully exposed chest.

"Had I known what your idea of ravishing was Raba...I suspect we would've fooled around sooner." That peeked his interest, and his firm hold caused her to squirm in delight.

Had it not been for the night's cool air surrounding them, then she wouldn't have a stronghold around him, he'd always been the one to radiate heat...

And this was like any other time.

    "Really? In my dorm room?" Her mind returned to the few times she had present in the room, napped it even.

"Well it wouldn't have been as spacious or as private...But we could've locked the door and thrown some treats to your mates to keep them away." Now it was his turn to laugh, but once it had died down...Either of their foreheads were pressed against one another.

He desperately wanted to have her again, but it was so soon after the first round that he wanted her to have ample time to adjust.

To settle down.

    As she shifted the smallest bit, he felt a rather cold sensation bush up beside him. Finding the source had he smirked in triumph, the necklace his little Ravenclaw was meant to wear had fallen off. They had properly consummated the marriage, though it wasn't until he held it up that Rory suddenly held her neck.

Having gotten so used to the damn thing, she truly felt naked without it that she sighed.

"What triggered it to unhook?" She whispered, and he chuckled. His little Ravenclaw always looking for answers.

    "My seed...It's what finalized the consummation." She nodded, and a wicked grin showcased on her face in hearing that. But he groaned in damnation, his mother had given him a spell to help combat how Rory would be feeling after he cursed silently cursed himself as he reached for his wand.

    "Raba?... Is everything alright?" So perhaps she was still feeling nervous as to what had occurred by their time here, she hadn't felt all that different after losing her maidenhood. But that's probably due to the lack of children in her mist, soon it'd be enacted.

    However performance wise she was still wary about, could she have done better or—

"Mum shared a spell to help with..." He didn't know how to put it into words like his mother had, and she shrugged it off.

"I'm fine...Nothing hurts." She spoke, and he was relieved to hear that.

    "Are you sure?" He questioned again, and against her better judgment had she shared how she felt.

"Well...I guess stretched would be the right word to use at the moment." But it followed by her giving him a fitful nudge as he looked all too proud with a smug grin plastered on his face.

    "Bastard."

"Yes, but as of today, I'm your bastard. And you're my kitten." She hummed, but in the midst of all that, he had indeed heard his mother use the word stretched as well as sticky.

    And he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly if he knew she was feeling at all different, so he took his wand and slowly cleansed the area of the sacred blood that must've tied into the virgin rites.

    But with his use of the spell did she shriek.

"Merlin that was cold!" She spoke, almost bouncing off his figure in retaliation to what she had just felt. He watched her intently for a few short seconds before appeared like her normal self.

The soreness and the sensible stretched feeling was all gone.

    A relaxed hum was released as she returned to settle back in bed, but his little Ravenclaw was always a smart one, always a step ahead. So her ability to grin and tease only came for a few short moments before he had lost all reason to pull her back down.

    Her attempt of pinning him down was more or less adorable in his eyes, it wasn't her hands gripping his wrists that were his biggest arousal, it was her breasts pressing against his active skin.

    But what had beaten all of that was her sudden trail of kisses going lower, further down past his chest down to his stomach...And now hidden by the blankets.

    "R-Rory?" He croaked, the tales of gals taking cocks into their mouths was what rung in his mind, Merlin he would not be able to control himself.

    She had reemerged from underneath to look at him once again. "I've read about that Raba...I—"

"Rory, I don't think I can manage that at the moment." Her cute smirk widened, so instead her hand had gripped him, rather lightly in his opinion...It took a second or two until she had lined it up with her own sex, all in which it had him sit and wait...A torturous game on his behalf.   

    And yet when she had taken the deep plunge to allow him to fully enter her yet again, she had thrown her head back in pleasure as there wasn't an ounce of pain to be found.

    One of his hands locked onto her waist while the other had his thumb teasingly gaze her nipple, as it was too far away for any other sort of conduct. With the help of his strength and the bounce of her knees, they were able to give in a rather quick sense of friction.

And Rabastan could only manage to smile to the scene before him.

    His kitten learned best with visible and in an active manner, and there wasn't an ounce of him that could or would complain about trial and errors.

The room filled with the sound of their moans, and throughout the entire bout of her riding on top, he had finally taken. A change of pace, pulling her down to have her backside meet the bed again.

    This allowed the blanket to recover her body, although either were sweating...The goosebumps on her skin suggest otherwise.

    It wasn't considered a sin to take a wife from behind, as he had learned from countless conversations from his father and grandfather. That it is the best way of producing children, a reason why dogs and other animals seemingly take to getting pregnant so easily.

    But here he was, seeing the blessing of privacy to take his newfound kink. Although her entire front wasn't facing the bed, her hand had managed to securely cup his cheek. Looking solely into one another's eyes as he spewed countless bits of nonsense into her ear and kisses that lingered against her now bare neck.

*

    However, on the other side of the spectrum had Remus and Sirius been babysat by the rest of the Mauarders in addition to Lily. As there needed to be a female present as well as one member who wouldn't drink at all.

    Sirius himself had managed to drink the remaining fire whiskey in their flat before anyone had managed to get to the house. But Lily came prepared, cooking meals for the entire day and the few days following.

"You think they're at it yet?" Remus dwelled, and it took a moment for Lily to understand what he had meant by that, and then it hit her.

    Rather quickly did she hide her reddened face, all behind the same tinted locks. But in Sirius' case, he almost gagged at the idea. Being completely and utterly thankful that his sister was not sexual active in school...Though the brother closed his eyes tightly and shook his head.

    "That's my bloody sister you're talking about." He growled darkly, taking another swing in regards to that fowl talk. But Remus couldn't stop at any cost, he hated that the biggest fancyment he's ever had, has just been married off, wed to the highest bidder.

Did he even care for her?

Did he know her favorite author?

In truth, Rabastan knew quiet a lot more than one would guess about his little wife. She did enjoy reading muggle literature at the expense of understanding how they perceive magic and laugh at how idiotic it had been.

    It left her with being fascinated by how some aspects had been leaked....But that was beside the point.

What was an escape fact is that Rabastan had known Rory long before Remus had, a give nine years of get-togethers and playdates. So although either were each other's first made friends at Hogwarts, it didn't account to the same as what Remus had seen it as...

    Both of the men in question knew different sides of Aurora, Remus knew the girl that wished to be free of the pureblood society. To just run a small little apothecary in town and hope to experiment but now...She would be open to a world of opportunities...Too many and far too in the spotlight for her to feel comfortable with.

    Remus assumed she'd be trapped in the house, but in reality Rabastan hated the way she and her brothers had been raised. The only bit of outdoors they would see is when they would visit another family's manner. Otherwise it was the dreary nothingness of that bloody house that everyone wished would just burn to the ground.

"She's not a Black anymore Pads, she's a Lestrange." Remus croaked, and it confused the audience to why the man was beating himself up more than Sirius was. Sure Remus was a friend of Aurora, practically siblings as the rest of the Marauders saw her as...

But it was Lily who had finally been the one to put the pieces together other than Wesley.

Remus fancies Aurora!

    "So that's it then...You won't see her as anything more?" Sirius shouted, raising to his feet shaking his head nonstop at the hatred in Moony's face enraged him further, it wasn't directed towards Rory, no, it was to that git of a husband.

    "After all she's done for you? The potions, the full monns, is that nothing?! She helped us turn into bloody Animagus'! She risked her life when—" The list went on and on, honestly the girl had done so much for the group. Tutor Peter in charms, aid both Remus and James in the art of potion making...And the list of how she helped Sirius was entirely too long to state them all.

But being merely a loving sibling was at the top.

    "I know! She was my rock too!" Remus' tears had finally fallen, but Sirius didn't count what they were for. Just purely out of anger had he continued the yelling and screaming to one another.

    "You ungrateful bastard!" It turned into a fistfight in seconds, of course it had...What did Lily honestly expect? It was far too close to the moon and every time Remus took the potion, it just left an empty pit in the center of his soul because he knew deep down, that Rory was still helping him.

But she would never be present again.

    "STOP THIS! THIS INSTANT STOP IT!" Lily screamed, attempting to separate them. Though it only ended up with her landing on her bum, causing both James and Peter to hold back either of the fighting mutts.

    "Prongs what—He bloody—" James scoffed, slamming him further into the wall.

"You're wasted pads, Remus loves Rory. We all do." Remus shook his head, shrugging off Peter's hold and looked directly to the eldest Black.

    "No...I love her more than just..." He spoke, now throwing himself against the wall as he heaved over. Sobbing.

    Lily had held his cheeks together, attempting to wipe away his tears. But it was nothing like the comfort that Rory showed him, instead it felt like pity. So he motioned them away like a fly out of his face.

    "I loved Rory! I love her! And she's off with some disgusting Death Eater when she deserves better!" He spoke, his back now sliding down the wall as he looked up. The defense James had against Sirius was at a loss, while Sirius realized in that very moment...That the idea of love that Remus had with Rory was considerably different than the rest...

    "M-moony I—When did you—"Silence overtook the room as Sirius battle the frog stuck in his that, nothing verbal came out...But this pause in argument allowed Remus to clear his own tears.

    "Fifth year..W-we...After the w-whole S-snape incident...We—we were studying in the library...And sh-she said that she didn't care a-about what I am...That it matters of what's in here, and here..." The boy had pointed to his temple with an unsteady finger, just like Rory had done as she had leaned across the table.

A clear cut image of her popped into his mind, her glasses high above her head so that they wouldn't act a cover over her eyes.

    But then her hand reached onto his chest to show the version of his heart. Intelligence and empathy. That is the point she was getting at, and to make it all better she had bopped his nose.

Now this drunken old figure just placed his own cold finger to simulate that last touch of the memory.

And everyone stood quiet, not knowing how to react.

    "Mate...I had no idea that—"

"Course not, I kept it to myself...What could I do? I can't give her a wedding, I'm not a pureblood. I'm not even a half-blood!" He shouts, and Lily looked at each and every single one of the boys before enacting her own plan.

    Taking the jug of whiskey from Sirius before he could even think of taking another sip. She threw it against the wall so that neither of them could take to drinking anymore.

The second the glass had shattered, all the wizards in the room knew that they were in for the worst yelling of their life...

And yet, in a different country off southeast of them all, had Aurora arched her back in yet another one of her countless organisms of that night.

At least two things were certain, Rabastan's promises to her had been genuine.

As were Remus' declarations...

*

When it came to mornings, Rabastan had the unfortunate opportunity to have to wake up alongside his father to go to the ministry, however seeing as how he was on his sort of vacation leave...it allowed him to sleep in.

    Aurora had been a stranger to sleeping in as well, seeing as how she was hugging him as tightly as she was...But even throughout his movements, her breathing was still calm.

    He had merely begun stroking her skin, laying swirls upon circles in an attempt to soothe her awake. But never less her own body had done just that, and for the first time in forever had Rabastan witnessed his wife wake up from a rather decent sleep with a hum...As well as a quick rub of her eyes.

    "Good morning...Wife." The confusion rang over her for a moment, perhaps it had been a hangover? Rory wasn't quite fond or used to that sensation, but the tired smile that finally lingered over her was just what he was hoping for.

    "Good morning my handsome husband...Should I expect you to be an early riser?" He hummed, running a hand into his mess bedhead. Not carrying before for the first time he didn't have to care about his appearance.

    "Father has me rise early. I see you slept right through it though." She pouted and kissed his shoulder, all while still trying to wake herself up.

"My mother woke me up wedding preparations all week. Or to have a bath, or to just get dressed for breakfast." She shrugged at the reasoning, but ultimately he frowned.

"Well, there is no need to get dressed for breakfast. Am I clear?" She bit her lip in an attempt to stop the oncoming of laughter as she nodded.

"Yes sir." Now it was his own struggle of arousal as he did adore hearing her say that.

    "Would you like to eat here or downstairs love?" His question rang, part of him—no, all of him wanted to hear that she wished to stay here in bed all day.

    She could read it in his eyes as well, which caused her to pout from reading his thoughts.

"I haven't seen the rest of the home Raba, we can eat, explore the grounds and then later...Test a few things I read in that book Cissy gave me." Now that caught him by surprise, he had the faintest remembrance of her referencing a book, or that she had read up on.

    "So it was Cissy then...That taught you to—" Her gawk stopped him in the moment as he once again barked out his laughter.

    "What is said in this room stays in this room darling. Now, how much did Cissy tell you?" Her cheeks reddened, and it was not due to the heat of the conversation. "Um well, n-nothing really just—just to voice if anything was uncomfortable...Or if I didn't—"

"And she's right, I want you to be in bliss Rory, never in pain." She nodded,  but he hated to see her shy away at this time.

    So he himself leaned down to arch onto his elbows and rest on his stomach. Mimicking her own placement on the bed, only for her to fall back and hide her breasts away in the grey silk sheets.

    His eyes started to connect the dots to his rather aggressive infatuation with her neck and breasts. But she didn't seem to mind as it was all the more admiring to see them on her figure.

    "When did you get that little inking on your stomach?" Now that prompted a devious smile to appear.

"Fifteen, when I went to America." His eyes widened, he was not prepared to hear that, but never the less did his head hang down as he was silently laughing.

    However, her hand running through his long locks had him glance up to her soft touch.

    "Come, my wife needs a bit of orange juice...No?" Aurora hummed at the idea and attempted to pull herself up and out of bed, but a sudden suck in of her breath had him instantly still.

    "Rory?" He called out, but she refused to make this a big deal, she battled the soreness and rose up further to her feet. Grabbing one of the many layers of bedsheets to hide her body.

    "I'm going to take a quick shower, could you get one of the house elves to clean the glass?" He nodded but watched her all the more carefully as he dressed himself in just a robe and briefs.

    He did want to leave her to her own privacy, but sickness and in health was one of the key ingredients of marriage. How inconsiderate would it look that the first day of being husband and wife and he couldn't figure out what was wrong?

Utter disgraceful...

    As soon as he heard the shower going he called the house elves to start preparing breakfast and to clean up the glass in the corner. With the order set in place did he remove the freshly dressed attire as it dropped to the floor.

    Aurora had simply three minutes under the cooling shower until two hands snaked around her waist and a head dipped down to her neck. "Everything alright love?" Her hand moved aside his cheek once again to catch his glance.

"Just a lil sore Raba, it's alright. I'll survive." He fitfully shook his head, Merlin has he daydreamed in class about this very moment.

    He grabbed one of the many shampoos on the wall and pour a generous amount into his hand before soothing the scented wonders into her skin. Her body had been battling between pleasure and numbness. His hands were not afraid to travel around and make sure that every area had felt his attention.

    Whether it earned a giggle or a moan, he truly felt like the king of the world to see his wife naked in front of him in the shower.

    Her hair was wet and dry in some areas, but never the less she wrapped the towel over her shoulders and not caring that her arse was right there in front of him.

    "You're a bloody temptation, you know that?" He growled right beside her ear, but her innocent eyes connected to his. Gods she didn't even know she was doing it now.

    Just before she was about to make a comment did he fire another one of those unstretching spells and it instantly made her feel like normal.

    "Well leave this temptation to get dressed." She shot back, wiping her face from the water and continuing off into the closet as she assumed there were clothes. Unfortunately Narcissa had betrayed her, the sundresses prompted little to no need for undergarments.

    She heard his declaration to head downstairs and she called out in needing two minutes. Air drying had always worked, even if her mother never believed her. So she had removed herself from the closet altogether with her silk robe wrapped tightly around her waist.

    She had already wasted enough time drying her hair and didn't bother trying to understand Cissy's method in the closet. Yet the second she exited the bedroom she realized that she did not know an inch of the home just yet.

    Attempting to remember the steps taken last night did it lead her to the staircase...That she had recalled, and once she reached down at the bottom did she really get confused.

    "Raba?" She offered out, and she heard the directive bit of laughter coming off behind her, and so she followed those footsteps.

    "My apologies darling, come right this way..." He had taken both hands into his hold and beckoned her to follow off towards the balcony. Where they were greeted by the lovely view of the valley, even if it was indeed Muggles off in that direction.

Their houses were somewhat similar, the same historical architecture.

    "You know Queen Mary and King Francis had this Chateau for their own honeymoon..." Aurora sparked at the idea of the historical value, and smiled as she clinked her glass filled with a fresh mimosa...Something that took her by surprise.

    "We've only ever had breakfast together when I'd come to sit with you at the Slytherin table...Otherwise it's just been dinner." He chuckled.

"Yes well, we both are already much more relaxed...I already don't want to go back Rory, to sleep in, to have no worries?" Her smile faded after hearing his disappointment in the count down of their return.

    "But we're the master and mistress of our own home...We can pick when to get up, what we want..." Her voice was careful, especially when she had gone forward and interlocked his hand that was resting on the table. "Rory you know the second we return our parents will be badgering at the idea of a child. Cissy and Bella aren't—Almost a decade and no heir." Aurora closed her eyes and sighed, almost cowering away.

    "Cissy asked me about it...And she seemed relieved at the idea of us waiting. After everything could they really expect us to get pregnant that easy?... Mother—" She stopped herself in the instant, Merlin was this embarrassing.

    "What did your mother do Rory?" She downed the rest of her drink and she shook her head.

"Aurora, she cannot do a thing to you anymore. Not without going through me."

"She sent me to a fertility doctor, I...I didn't take the treatment because it was on the dangerous side but—" His face turned instantly cold at the mention of this, and by the quick glance had Aurora noted the tension in his jaw.

    He harshly called the house elf and took the offered vial, now in her hand did she look to it in question. "With that all being said, we had another three rounds after the spell...Darling we are still in our teens, I personally do not want to be a father just yet. Nor do I want you to give up your dream because of this obsessive need for children." She smiled at the idea and took the position, downing it and one go and allowing it to spread.

    Then again she felt heavy guilt in seeing children as a burden. So she offered out her feelings by speaking out. "A baby isn't smart for us...At the moment...You know our relationship is built on something different than what your brother and Bella have." He nods, knowing full well that the two are fulfilling out of duty and position beside the Dark Lord than anything else.

    "How many...How many children do you want Rory?" It had taken her by surprise as she instantly stopped her movement mid bite and placed the fork back down to her plate. Goddess she hadn't thought about that.

    "I don't know...A few I suppose. Three seems to be the lucky number, o-or two rather." He hummed, but then the idea of seeing her heavy with his children had him smirk.

"Three is wonderful darling." His words and their ability to make her smile warmed his heart once more and she gave him a thankful grin.

"I know you are probably hoping for all boys Raba, but if one of is a girl we can try for four I promise I—" He knew if he hadn't interrupted her then she would've continued down a very submissive and rehearsed path that her mother drilled into her head.

"Aurora.  There isn't anything you can do to control that. Honestly. If you can handle the idea of four children then we could. But we aren't handing babes to my brother or to Lucius. These are our kids, and if we can't handle four then we aren't going to have that many...Besides, I quiet like the idea of having a lil girl." Once more did her uncanny smile set out to please him.

They had the same wants and directive, and it rather made him feel grateful.

"Is there anything you wanted to do today?... Considering we do have the entire week to relax and enjoy ourselves." Him changing the conversation was a blessing and she nodded.

"You can show me around so I don't look like I'm lost in our own home...Or get dressed first." She said, motioning down to her thin robe. "I reckon you can stay in that all day,  I'm rightly fine with that." Her eyes sparked up in humor.

"You want me to go the entire day without panties?" It was sort of payback as she watched him tip his own glass up, and now the poor man had spit out his mimosa in response to what his wife had said.

"Merlin you are vicious, I doubt I can stay sane knowing that you're...Pantyless." She tilted her head, and unfortunately for him that was as close to an apology he was going to get.

So with breakfast over, and ether of them dress...Rabastan had caught a bit of a culture shock, seeing Aurora attempting to get ready. He would've preferred if she had been comfortable to not care about her appearance, but she was indeed still trying for his attention.

He would adore her bedhead at any time of day. However he was thankful for the light sundress she picked out. Currently he was concentrated on how it highlighted her arse as she walked in front of him in the fields of their manner.

Seeing her run and frolic through them sounded like the stories he heard as a child from his nanny. About a price and a princess just enjoying life as their country is in chaos around them. He defiantly felt this at the moment as she twirled into the many flowers around her.

"Would you like me to catch you as well darling?" His voice brought her out of her trance, merlin was she starved of the suns rays. Perhaps apart of the Black complexion, but even now it was doing quite well adapting to the sun.

"You'd catch me?" He nodded and took himself to get ready.

"Of course I would. Married and no trust? I'm appalled." She smiled, and the act of her running to him full force with her hands gripping the hems of the bottom of her dress only to be granted a bit of air as he twirled her up and around...But the second she had indeed touched the ground, the wind picked up, allowing the weakened peddles of the floors under and around them to begin to take off in the breeze.

"If you are going to act this carefree, we might have to take off our visitation rights at our home." Aurora hummed, but then reiterated that it would only alienate them from their families and anger them.

It had been some times now, and they were a good distance away from the manner. So it was a good time as any for him to ask a burning question on his mind.

"Rory...May I ask you something?" He dwelled, and instead of her being witty she nodded with an encouraging smile. "Would you ever forgive your brother?" At first she assumed he meant Regulus, but the mere mention of Sirius had her take a rather deep inhale.

"I'm not sure, I mean...It was one thing for him to be in a different house..." Liar. "...Which was out of either of our controls, and we didn't have that much of a problem getting along throughout Hogwarts until he left..." Liar. "Perhaps it was just the end of it and he knew his path and I knew mine."

Circe did her mouth taste like ash after lying as badly as she had, but her husband nodded through it all. He had complete and utter trust in his wife and her words, and if anything his own eye could testify with what she is saying.

"And what of this order, what do you think of them? Those you called your friends, or polite acquaintances...?" He watched her struggle and separate herself to those she would be friendly with by the given time her brother had left.

"I told you before Raba, I am not one for violence, and I know a lot of them aren't either..." She missed his narrowing gaze, but she sighed drastically. "I don't want our children to grow up surrounded by this, or by the standards I grew up in." He then choked on his breath at the thought, she was entirely correct in making these plans.

    "I know you're trying to hold in your laughter when you see me run, Raba you must understand that mother never let us—"

"Bloody barbaric, I recall my own mother saying you were always pale." Aurora held out her hand and then flipped it over to show the sides. But since this was coming out into the open now, another thought came into her mind as well.

Something that Rabastan never knew.

"Mother would also cut my food portions in half." Rabastan stilled, never had he felt so angry in such a short amount of time.

But then again this was his wife, her health.

   
"What?!" He growled, making her flinch in regret, perhaps this  wasn't the right time to— "Why on earth would she do such a thing?!" Aurora blinked as she didn't think it would turn out to be like this. So she closed her eyes to explain.

 "To control my weight, it's alright Reg and Si—they snuck food up to my room at night so I could—" Again he interrupted her, this time with a loud scoff that echoed and rallied his swearing.

His Rory went to bed hungry on purpose on retraining her weight. In his mind she was already skinny, but it was layered in toned muscle from her active days as a chase.

Something he noted last night.

"Sirius was still living with you when this was happening...? Merlin, you eat as much as you please from on out. Understood?" She nodded, but her head submitted down into his chest, and after a few minutes of the tension dwindling down did he begin to sway her side to side, allowing a sort of a silent apology at his risen voice to remedy this.

"She's sick your mother, bloody sick. We'll get a nanny before asking her for favors with our children." There was no sense of a smile as Aurora agreed within the second of that demand.

After that the two newlyweds were caught in a thread of silence, even with Aurora's ability to talk about anything had she too got the frog stuck in her throat. But when Rabastan offered to sit in this adorable little meadow it earned him a small smile.

Out of habit had Rory reached to her neck, which caused Rabastan to fumble a hand to his trouser's pocket in hopes of retrieving her necklace.

"I promise to return it." Her playful gasp instantly went towards the small little necklace, one of which had her tackle him for it.

"If I'd known I get that reaction for it then I would've given it to you at breakfast." With her now straddling his waist did she lean down to give him a proper kiss before kissing his cheek.

"That potion only works in daily doses, we have to wait until tonight." Fuck. He hadn't thought about that,  but it was a good that one of them was weary of it.

"When we get back home I have a monthly potion that I'll need to take, but it's a back up if we forget the spell." He hummed, his hands gripping her waist in an attempt to keep her in place of squirming.

As well as simulate a little something as well...

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Date Posted: 07-29-19

Time: 12:20

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