"Is that a challenge, love?" His fingers dug into her skin as he flipped her around to face his desk, firmly planting each of her hands on the edge of the desk. She doesn’t respond but happily throws a catty smile over her shoulder at him. He carefully moved her hair to one side, as his hands rand down the curve of her hip, tracing along the muscles of her hamstrings until they finally reached the hem of the skirt. His hands splayed out on the outside of her legs, gripping in possessively before he starts to inch her skirt up, taking the time they clearly didn’t have as Harry’s voice floats into the room. 