welcome to the boner room [mature content]

Lucas might have imagined what others had thought of their dance, or he might have imagined the hundred, hundred delicious and debauched things that he and Lily could get up to now that they were no longer under the obligations of the crowd. You can imagine which of the two won out. That explained, perhaps, his compliance in allowing her to take him by the hand and to lead him away from the festival, through the winding depths of the streets and into the growing darkness. Lucas's eyes lit up at the sight of the place where he'd attended a very memorable masquerade, and he positively grinned when Lily led them right towards it. "Is it, now," he almost whispered as he stepped in through the door behind her, clicking it shut with his free hand and using the other to draw her close against him, even as green eyes flickered over the place. "You have decorated well," he said, for politeness, before smirking down at her. "This may be you, my dear, but we both know me all too well. Or are you hopeful that the particular back room from the masquerade will yield similar results?" LUCAS making work for idle hands