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052. Taboo (Zacharias Smith and Alicia Spinnet)
It was wrong. Very wrong. Wrong on a multitude of levels.

They were in the other room just across the hall. Some where laughing, others were talking and the rest were settled on comfortable chairs sipping wine and discussing political avenues others should be taking.

It should have been interesting. It should have been enough to keep their attention.

But the feeling of his mouth against her neck and his hand under the fabric of the black dress against her thigh was far more interesting. She made a face, the door knob pressing firmly into the small of her back as she fought with his shirt. Buttons popped from their stitching and his tie was tossed off to the side.

"You know something, Spinnet?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper and husky against her ear. It would be better if he hadn't talked.

"What?"

"Ever tell you about one of my favorite words?" Alicia wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He was trying to have a conversation with her now? "For Meriln's sake, Smith, this had better be good." She felt his hand against her stomach and his mouth against her throat. She was so warm and the room was practically spinning that she barely heard him, though she was fairly sure she had heard 'taboo' in the midst of his sentence.