Could something feel frantic and still go smoothly?
Phoebe could not be bothered with the fact that relations with a quidditch player were severely frowned upon in her career, could not spend a second to think how terribly this could ruin her relationship with one of her best friends, and she most definitely would not waste any time worrying about her wayward ex-husband and what he might think. None of that mattered, and she was glad for that extra shot of something that she'd swiped off a table because it gave her the courage to do as she pleased.
In their perfect madness clothes had managed to be removed and positions switched. Phoebe's arms were draped around Joey's neck and she pressed her forehead into his to catch a breath, even if it was only for a moment. She kissed him quickly once more, a delicate concern coming to mind.
"I don't want to stop," she whispered, trying to catch his eye in the darkness, "we can, if you want---if you want."
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