Summary: A peek into a somewhat newlywed (if five years is still newlywed) life of Caroline and Sebastian. (Poor Tessie… having to hunt down her charges)
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Sebastian Sallow had always known that marriage to a fine young lady would grant him a life of peace, happiness, and above all— a well run house.
Five years into marriage with Lady Caroline Rookwood, now Viscountess Caroline Sallow had all but granted him one of such benefits.
“You’re an absolute minx,” he growled, pulling her behind the shelves of her family library to shuck her skirts up to her waist and undo his buttons, “Do you have any idea what a foul trick that was?”
That trick, as his wife laughed and pressed up against his length, was her performance and whispers as they had strolled through the newest show of the Wizarding Arts Gallery.
“You don’t seem to mind,” she sighed and rolled her hips into his.
“I mind, darling— so much that I promise you’ll feel it in the morning and the next day and the next.”
“A promise, sir?” She smiled coyly, “Tessie won’t like that… there’s a ball tom—“
He sank into her and only drew back slowly before his hips rolled and pinned her again.
“No other names, love,” he rasped, fingers digging into her thighs as he spread her open, “You promised to scream only mine in the gallery.”
“That was—that was before—“
“Before, now, tomorrow— go on, darling— let them hear you all the way down the corridor.”
He sped faster as she clung, her nails digging through his shirt while she swore his name until she shook— coaxing him deeper before she wrenched a cry of joy from his throat.
The warmth of his breath ghosted along the bare skin of her neck while his pounding heart slowly eased to a calm.
“Think they heard you?” He laughed, voice hoarse.
“Ahem. Tessie mights thinks the entire kingdom heard you two.”
A shiver as cold as a dementor’s breath crawled down his spine— the weight of Tessie the elf’s gaze hovering behind them as he lowered Caroline and quickly buttoned his skirts.
“Tessie—“
“Don’t Tessie me, miss!” Tessie sniffed, the stomp of her little feet sending another shiver down his back, “Yous and sir has run off again. Tessie’s nerves miss!”
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Notes: Just a short Drabble to get back in a mindset.
