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"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?"

"Not like this," he murmured.

Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better."

"Can I open?"

"Not yet. Just a couple seconds more."

"Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked.

"Hmm?"

"S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat."

You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."