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A heavy step pulled their attention towards the alley’s mouth. “Security,” Draco hissed, their eyes meeting moments later.
There were no other words, no hesitation. They moved in tandem; he pushed her back against the brick wall and her fingers hooked into his belt to tug him flush against her. Their mouths met, and when Pansy heard the step hesitate – they had been spotted – she slid her hands up Draco’s chest and around his neck as he smoothed one down to bare skin. With practiced ease, Draco hooked her leg around his hip even as he shifted into the crook of hers.
Their observer yet lingered, and Pansy wound her fingers into Draco’s hair and bit his lip - hard. If this weren’t so very serious, she would have smirked against his mouth as he growled, gripped her thigh and rolled his hips into hers. She knew his buttons.
The booted step did move on then, and Draco took a breath to speak, but Pansy held a finger to her lips - quiet. She had better hearing. Only when she was absolutely sure there were no listening ears did she relax, dark eyes finding his.
“I love you, darling, but leather trou?” she said dryly, raising a brow at her partner as they drew apart.
“Nice tattoo, Pans.” Draco countered, smirking as her eyes narrowed. “Very classy.”
“Yes, well, we do what we must,” she said airily before moving past him and out of the alleyway. The club – and their target – was across the street, and by the look of it, their research into the hotspot had been accurate. It was obviously the place to be in Amsterdam – if your tastes swerved very sharply to the left. The line wrapping around the building was populated with more leather, mesh and spikes than Pansy cared to see again.
“Did you get the passes?” Draco’s gaze flicked to the bouncers at the doors.
“No. It’s too calculated.” At Draco’s quick look, she added, “They’re going to let us in because we’re fabulous, darling. It’s not nearly so suspicious.”
Her lips twitched then and she reached up to wipe his mouth clean. “This lipstick, however, makes me doubtful.”
“It tastes good,” he volunteered with a smirk.
“Or course it does.” As if it wouldn’t. “Now, do try to be properly lascivious and get us in there. We’ve a very bad man to punish.”
