They could just go home and have fun in the privacy of their own bedroom, but Alice was sure the extra--excitement, the chance of getting caught was helping Frank's grin, moving his hands just a little bit faster.
Alice flushed; she felt like she was back in Hogwarts, but ugh, she'd never get over the wonderful feeling of being called Mrs. Longbottom. She was Frank's wife, and even though people called her for being a big-bad auror (which she was, she just wasn't that big), Alice adored being a wife. If the world wasn't in the state it was, she would have been quite content in staying at home, folding Frank's socks.
Okay, maybe not his socks, as, boy, training did make a man sweat a lot...but the general, loving idea was there.
"Am I?" she asked, fingers dancing up his chest to lay on his shoulders. Alice's lips pursed in a fake pout, "Are you going to tell on me?"
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