She cranes her neck to watch him past her own heaving chest. When he finally meets his destination her back arches, head once more falling against the mattress. For all of his teasing, she comes undone quick and hard. In the haze of afterglow she has the wherewithal to grab her wand, magicking away his clothing and leaving him just as vulnerable and bare. She drinks in the sight of him, olive tone skin covered in either tattoos or scars.    