Still Life (гет)

He rucked her skirts up, hands running up the length of her thighs. She mentally cursed her decision to wear stockings today, but at least she had foregone knickers, as the stockings were full coverage. Her breaths came in heavy pants as Draco’s thumb brushed over her damp center. He drew a shuddered breath. “What—” he asked between kisses, “ —are we going to do about this?”
He had meant the situation—them—but she took it more literally. “Rip them.”