"More than ready. Achingly ready, if you catch my meaning." Less than chaste intentions lay behind the emphasis placed on the words, and Cygnus' eyes all but gleamed with pleasure and, yes, joy as he steadily held Gaultier's gaze. His fingers still lingered on the other man's face, tracing with a light touch the hard line of his jaw, the corners of his lips, his chin; then dropping to adjust the collar of his shirt from where he had creased it.
"Side-along? Or have you connected it to the Floo?" The words were uttered with no noticeable change in tone, but eager impatience was suddenly only too obvious from the way he directed a sharp look at the fireplace, shifting his weight back from foot to foot as he awaited an answer. The sooner they were there, in a place that would be free of the signs of duty and wives, a place that was theirs, the sooner they could take these affectionate caresses a step further.
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