If Neville had been in a proper state of mind, which was a bit difficult to find when a beautiful girl was doing naughty things with her hand, things that his Gran frowned upon and always tried to avoid mentioning when he was growing up, he would had wondered what this meant. Was it a fling? Was that what those were called? Or were they going to have a weekly get-together? He could still remember what had taken place in the greenhouse, too.
"I would assume so, yes," he responded, his breath hitching slightly as he hoped he didn't sound too obnoxious. He was used to keeping himself quiet and private during matters like this that took place when he was on his own, but it was harder when he knew that someone was actually there, causing the noises and listening and watching him. The actual event itself felt bloody amazing, like his body was on fire and the source of it all was coming from where her hand was.
Without thinking, Neville had moved his arms up so he could caress her hair as she kissed his neck and stroked him after his trousers were out of the way. It actually did feel better to have those trousers gone, but it also felt quite nice to put his hands to good use, and touching her hair was a good start.
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