Make your jaw drop, make you say "Oh My God" (Jazalea)

Eventually, they had returned to the world.

Azalea didn't remember who was the first to speak, it wasn't important. She also didn't remember who had heard the sound of the shed door being pushed. All she remembered was freezing in place s another push followed, and then whoever it was gave up after confirming the broom shed was locked.

The intrusion had served a harsh reminder of the reality they found themselves in. The next ten minutes were spent in an attempt to find their footing and gather their clothing back into place. Jake's ensemble had remained unscathed for the most part while Azalea's skirt had suffered a minor rip. Her undergarments however, were beyond salvageable.

Not quite sure what to say to each other in the aftermath of what had transpired, the couple had busied themselves with practical things. Jake moving around her to replace the fallen bats and quaffles while Azalea did her best to locate her heels and pat her hair down to make it look less mussed up. They had decided she would leave the shed first, in case there was someone outside, and he would wait ten minutes before heading out.

"We still need to talk though," she had reminded him, trying no to go red under his gaze as he unashamedly looked her up and down with a grin.

"Anytime."

The brunette had wanted to call him out but the blush on her cheeks spoke before she could, giving the game away. "I'll be in my rooms after eight, in case you ant to drop by." And with that, she had left, thankfully to no witnesses outside. Thankfully the witch didn't meet anyone until she was down in the dungeons and even then only the Friar in his ghostly glory who was busy chatting with a portrait. Azalea had slunk into her rooms and straight into a shower.

To try and rinse the smell of sex off ehr person.

Going about the rest of her day as if nothing had happened was close to impossible but the witch somehow managed it. Only Amanda noticed something amiss in the staff room, the warmth in Azalea's cheeks inciting fears of a coming fever. The Potion Mistress had assured her colleague it was nothing and she was simply feeling a title... flushed.

Jake was not at dinner, she noticed as she sat in her usual spot at the staff table, watching the Slytherins eat and joke about. After dinner, Nikolai and Mimosa would escort the younger students up to the common room, a task Mimosa had completely taken to since she was used to people following her everywhere. Once the headcount had been done and she was sure every Slytheirn was safe in the common room, Azalea had returned to her own quarters.

At five to eight.

There was no time to change or shower, nor was there a point. If Jake showed up, they would just talk. they may have been derailed earlier but now they were both... in full possession of their senses. They had let whatever it was out fo their system and could now communicate better as to where this was going.

As the clock struck eight, Azalea firmly shut the door to her bedroom, taking up her place on the small sitting room couch. Reaching for a pile of essays to grade, the witch picked up her new silver pen and began the odious process, wondering if her guest would even show.

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Senses had come back slowly, and the two of them had unwillingly broken away from one another as the worry of being caught in the position they found themselves overtook the wish to stay together. They'd stood quiet for what had felt like an age as they strained their ears for the intruder, but nobody came. Instead, the two of them had turned to putting the shed back to it's original state, to correcting their own state of clothing, and in the case of Azalea's thong, hastily stuffing it away in Jake's trouser pocket as Azalea did not have her own.

The apology for ruining the witch's underwear had not been taken seriously, Azalea would have known from the sparkle in the man's eyes that he hadn't truly meant the apology.

The need to talk had been made apparent again, and Jake had not managed to contain the boyish grin that crossed his features as he told her that they could talk anytime. He knew she was being serious, but just to see the blush creeping in to the witch's cheeks like it had had been worth it. The explanation that she would be in her rooms by eight made the man nod, though, understanding that they should probably talk.

He'd watched Azalea leave the broom shed, and leant back against the shelf with a sigh at that point. Resting his head back against the shelf, Jake couldn't help but smile to himself. Even if he didn't know what was coming next, even if nothing was coming after this rendezvous, he felt more alive than he had for a very long time.

The Quidditch pitch was empty when the Gryffindor Head left the shed, and the night was quickly drawing in. A quick walk across the pitch to changing rooms, and the man had ducked in to the showers almost gratefully after a long day. The smell of Azalea's perfume clung to his robes and his skin, he noticed as he disrobed, pausing to pull the small piece of cloth he'd told the witch he would discard. The lace between his fingers, though, gave him pause by the bin, and instead, the man turned to his bag, and tucked them in to the side pocket, before dumping the rest of his dirty clothes in to the main compartment.

The shower served as a welcome refresher for the man, and after changing back in to his shirt and suit pants, he'd headed back up to the castle, bag on his shoulder, and stress refusing to take it's place back in the man's shoulders.

Checking his watch, it only registered seven. Dinner was probably being served, but as a professor not known for attending the dinners at the school, Jake had instead headed up to his office. The House Elves must have known his habit, for no sooner had he entered the room then a House Elf had appeared with a tray of food for him to eat.

After thanking the House Elf, Jake had dug in to the food whilst checking through his phone. The usual text from his mom checking how he was, and then the children was replied to in the usual manner of an update on what the kids had done the prior day at school, and that he was fine. The group chat from the Ministry was, as always, alive with all kinds of banter and jokes that were varying in levels of amusing. And the news of the worlds churning turmoil noted itself in the form of articles he might be interested to read.

All in all, there was nothing of interest on the device, so the professor had put it aside in favour of concentrating on his food.

Which had worked for five minutes.

And then a knock had come at his door.

From behind it, a small, nervous face had poked itself around the door. "Professor Newbury, do you have five minutes?" The first year had asked, looking about ready to run if Jake said anything to the contrary.

"You can call me Jake, remember?" Jake replied softly, before motioning the boy in. "What can I help you with, Anna?"

The redhead had come in to the room fully then, looking around with wide, marvelling eyes. Jake had to try to hide the smile from his lips as the kid came closer, before helping herself to the chair opposite Jake without question. The white cat in the witch's arms eyed him cautiously from her owner's lap.

"Kristoff's homesick." The child started, giving Jake only a few moments to realise that Kristoff was the cat, that really did not suit the name he'd been given. But the Gryffindor Head had listened intently to the first year Gryffindor as she admitted that the cat was worried about fitting in, and that they were scared of getting lost, but also wanted to find all the secret passageways. The duo had talked about how 'Kristoff' could overcome all of those worries by remembering Hogwarts was a safe place, and that so long as Kristoff didn't venture in to the Forbidden Forest, there was nothing in the castle that could hurt him. Apart from the staircase with the step that had a trap door -- something Anna had become all too interested in.

Over an hour had passed by by then, and happy that she had all her answers, Anna had promised to head straight back to her dormitory.

Before pausing at the door, because she wasn't sure how to get back there from the third floor.

Accompanying the small witch back up to the seventh floor, Jake had felt he'd at least done well at his job as Head of House that day -- something he always felt he fell short on. Checking his watch after the redhead had disappeared behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, the man had sworn softly to himself before hurrying back down the stairs.

It was gone quarter to nine by the time the Gryffindor Head arrived down in the dungeons -- without a clear idea of where Azalea's rooms were, too. He'd passed the Potions room and the kitchen, and some weird barrels that he believed gave entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. Past a vast expanse of wall that he knew opened (somehow) to the Slytherin common room, and then doubled back on himself towards the Potion room, and beyond. The door of Azalea's room came in to view at that point, the title of Head of Slytherin coming in to view. Knocking gently on the door, the man waited for a reply from within.

No sound came from within, and for a moment, Jake wondered if the witch had gone for a shower, or was perhaps readying herself for bed...

And then the door opened.

"Hey," Jake greeted gently, waiting for an offer to be extended his way to come in. "Sorry I'm late, I had a drop by from one of my first years. She was feeling a little bit home sick." The man would explain, not that he needed to, but he wanted the witch to know he hadn't been shying away from the conversation. Or her.

Definitely not her.

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By the time the clock struck eight thirty, Azalea had finished grading more than half the pile. Giving up on the prospect of a visit, the brunette had swept the remaining essays to one side and headed for the shower. The water had aided bot in clearing her head and managing her expectations. Fifteen minutes later, the witch merged, dressed for bed and drying her hair quickly with a useful charm. Her nightly vial of potion lay by her bedside, silently daring her to take it.

She might as well, the brunette considered. Or she would only stay up thinking over the day's events. However, just as she was about the reach for the dark container, a knock rang through the modest abode. House elves didn't knock and there was only one person she had been expecting tonight.

But it was nine, surely Jake had gone home for the evening.

Pulling a matching dressing gown over her pajamas, the witch walked toward the door, opening it a minute later to see someone she had been expecting almost an hour earlier.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a drop by from one of my first years. She was feeling a little bit home sick."

"Oh," the witch replied, unsure how else to respond. Belatedly, she moved from the door, ushering him in. He had a valid reason, not that he needed one. "I... thought you went home," she confessed, unconscious pulling the gown tighter around herself, not realizing that the sheer material did not do her any favors as she'd previously thought.

"Have a seat, I can make coffee or something," she managed as she showed him to the couch. "You must be tired after.." she let the sentence hang, trying no to voice out loud the strenuous activity the had indulged in today. "I'll make coffee."

While most teachers quarters were furnished with tea making facilties, the house elves had figured out early on that Azalea liked coffee. As a result, a coffee machine had been outfitted especially in her tiny kitchenette and an ever present supply of beans could be found in various jars housed above the machine. The witch turned ehr back to him, fiddling with the machine and setting it to brew.

"Sorry, I'm out of cookies,' she managed, never quite getting accustomed to the British moniker of biscuits for what were clearly cookies. "Could you pass me the milk please, should be in the fridge." the witch would wait for him to locate the packet and pass it on, all the while her back firmly to where Jake was siting. Now that he was here, the brunette couldn't find the words for the talk she had insisted they have.

And in the absence of words, coffee would have to do.

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"I... thought you went home,"

"Not yet," Jake replied, though he hadn't really needed to. His presence was proof enough that he had not gone home, but it was something to fill the small conversation as he stepped in to the quarters Azalea inhabited during the week. As the witch closed the door, and Jake turned his attention back towards her, he realised for the first time the chosen outfit for the evening.

It went without saying that Azalea had always been sexy, no matter what she chose to wear, but the stark reminder of how good she looked in lingerie hit the man full force in that moment. Mind blanking, for a way to start a conversation -- absolutely any conversation, not the conversation he'd come for -- Jake could only watch the witch's slender fingers as they toyed with the sheer material. Hopefully watch, even as she tried to pull it around herself more -- not, Jake happily found -- that it covered very much.

The next sentence Azalea spoke, Jake didn't catch at all.

Only managing to tune in enough to hear the next part. "I'm not tired," the man offered almost too quickly as he moved further in to the room, but didn't take up a seat as he'd missed the offer he'd been given previously. The offer of coffee came, though, and though the man didn't much like coffee, he didn't find himself asking for something else as he was instead offered the view from behind as Azalea moved over to the station where the coffee could be made. The sheer material giving enough away for him to be able to make out the very small shorts beneath that hugged closely to the witch's figure.

"I only just ate, so you're okay on the cookie front." Jake assured the witch as she continued preparing the two cups, his eyes never leaving her, despite the fact he'd tried to pull himself together.

But... she'd known he was coming.

She was dressed like this...

Surely... she didn't mind him looking?

The questions would go unanswered, and for the first time since he'd entered the room, Jake's attention had been given a task. The milk. From the fridge. Moving across to the kitchenette, Jake did as he was asked, collecting the carton of milk and joining the witch by the coffee station. Placing the cartoon on the witch's right hand side, Jake's left hand moved to the witch's left side. Careful in it's placement, testing the waters... should the witch not dissuade him, the man would place a soft kiss on her right shoulder.

"You look beautiful," he would whisper in that moment, because this made sense.

A 'talk'.

Her room.

Dressed like this.

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It wasn't as though she was unaware of his gaze. New as she was at this, the witch was not naive. If she had waited a little longer, if only she hand't given up, she would still be dressed in her work clothes.

Not that they had proved much of a deterrent earlier. the very thought made her cheeks flush with slight red as she focused on the coffee, trying to figure out how she could get out of this without embarrassing herself completely. There had been precious little time to process what had happened that afternoon, and now.

And now he was moving towards her, milk carton in hand.

"T-hanks," she managed, still not turning around, feeling him hover behind her. the witch tried not to show the affect his proximity was starting to have on her, frustrated even at herself for the reaction. She was not a teenager for fuck's sake. And they had just had a very carnal exchange not six hours ago. How could she still be trembling as his other hand reached around her, loosely confining her between his body and the counter.

"Sh- Sugar?" she asked and in response, felt his lips dip to her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on the sheer material covering her body.

"You look beautiful,"

Involuntarily, another shiver ran down her spine, this one more anticipatory than anything else. "Jake," she began, turning softly to face him, only to realize that was absolutely the wrong move. He had not moved from his spot right behind her, and turning to face him meant turning into him.

Close enough to brush up against him.

Close enough to find his face so tantalizingly close to hers.

Close enough to realize this was doomed from the start.

What the hell, she justified as the electricity between them took over once more. She couldn't be worse off than she already was. If there was a karmic punishment for sleeping with Jake Newbury, surely it would be the same for sleeping with him twice.

Or thrice.

Or as many times as she could.

Jake must have worked out the same as he wasted no time, his lips descending on hers in an all to familiar a manner.

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It was close to eleven by the time Azalea finally retured to bed, with one big difference. This time, the witch wasn't alone. In fact, she was curled into the tall, burly frame of one Jake Newbury.

"We've go to stop doing that," she managed somehow, her face half buried in his chest and her shining brown hair splayed all around her, half hiding the witch from view. Of course, she had tried to say the same thing after the first time. And then the second.

And by the third, the witch didn't have the desire or energy to even pretend. As a result, they were now truly exhausted, covered in sweat and completed disrobed. The coffee had gone ignored for almost two hours now, and would stay that way until Azalea emptied it in teh sink the next morning.

"We're bad people,' she confessed quietly before shaking her head slightly against his chest. "I'm a bad person."

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The soft kiss to the witch's shoulder had her turning around to face him. There had been the briefest of moments where Jake had thought she was going to tell him to stop. That he'd misread the situation, but it never came. Instead, he'd followed not his head, but something else, something he didn't dare to think about as his lips found Azalea's again, and they'd found themselves consumed with one another once more.

The kitchen counter had stood testament to it all the first time. The couch had proved it's worth to hold them the second time -- and the pile of papers Jake had accidentally knocked in his haste to move somewhere else had left him with the greater desire to make the witch happy as he apologised deeply inside the witch.

How they'd ended up in the bedroom, Jake couldn't really recall.

But they had, and every ounce of stress in his body had disappeared by the time he laid flat on his back, panting as a fine sheen of sweat touched his body. The dull ache of exertion made itself known in the back of Jake's thighs, but it was worth it. All of this was worth it, he had no doubt of that as he held Azalea close to his side, her head rested upon his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Eyes closed to the world, the man listened to the stillness of the room, only Azalea and his breathing breaking through the otherwise silence.

"We've go to stop doing that,"

The man pulled a face at that at the ceiling. Knowing Azalea couldn't see the reaction from her position below, he gently shook his head. "I don't think we do," he managed simply. Why would they want to stop doing that? It felt amazing! It had been so long since he'd felt anything like that kind of euphoric release, that you couldn't blame a man for trying to defend the source of his happiness. But they both knew that was not what Azalea had meant, and Jake was all too aware he was avoiding the situation as much as he could.

Wasn't that why they'd managed three times since he'd arrived?

Because they really didn't want to talk about it.

Because talking about it would bring the risk of having to stop doing what they'd done today.

And yet...

"We're bad people,'

Jake's eyes opened slowly at that, because that was sobering. Way too sobering.

"I'm a bad person."

"No." Jake insisted, his free hand moving to the witch's chin to tilt it up to see him. "You're not a bad person." The conviction would be clear in his statement, and yet... They were here, in bed, naked. They'd had sex four times in the last six hours. Glorious sex. Four times. But Azalea had a boyfriend, and Jake knew better than to believe Azalea would be okay doing this to anyone. She was the kind of woman who protected people, and did her best not to hurt others where she could.

Which made it almost impossible not to suggest that they weren't doing something wrong.

A fact which meant they had to talk. To make a decision that would allow Azalea to not be burdened with the weight of doing something that would hurt others.

The man's fingers gently moved from the witch's chin to caress her cheek, trying to convey that it was okay even though he couldn't find words to do the same. The situation was not an easy one, and starting the conversation about it was one he'd thought they were going to avoid that night. But as the witch's thoughts turned sour, Jake could not let her take the blame herself.

Moving his hand from the witch's face, Jake instead shifted Azalea's weight up on the bed, until her head rested on the pillow beside his own. Shifting on to his side so he could see her better, but still not letting Azalea free from their embrace, Jake asked the question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to, but one that they needed to discuss so they knew what they needed to do.

"Do you regret today?" The man asked softly, his fingers lightly drawing shapes in to the witch's back in an effort to keep her calm. If the answer was yes, then it all became easy. They didn't do it again, they went their separate ways, and they didn't end up in this situation again. The confusion would be dealt with on Jake's part, he would put space between them...

But if the answer was no...

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Jake's reassurance that she wasn't a bad person wasn't convincing, not through any fault of his own though. Once the cloud of ecstasy lifted after their multiple unions, there was nothing she could use to justify what had happened. Nothing to warrant the circumstances that had brought about her actions.

This was cheating, plain and simple.

She was cheating on Joshua Murray.

She may not have wanted to, she had never planned on it, she was disgusted by herself at it. Yet she was still doing it.

Perhaps Jake sensed her inner turmoil, perhaps she was more transparent than she believed. Whatever the case, the witch felt his light touch on her skin, stroking her face gently to try and ease her mind. But all the electrified brain cells from earlier were resuscitated in the wake of their adventures, and all of them deemed her guilty.

The brunette let out a small squeal as he pulled her up, lifting her slender body as if it weighed nothing at all. Now at eye level with the witch, he posed a question she wished she had the better answer to. The moral answer to.

"Do you regret today?"

Did she?

No, she did not.

"It's still wrong," she murmured, closing her eyes, unable to look at his face and say what they were doing was wrong. Especially when it was the most "right" she had felt in the last three years. Ever since ehr mysterious returned to the world, and especially after losing her child, whom she had never even got to see, Azalea had felt soemthing was missing. Something she could never bring back and would just have to live without.

But being with Jake made that fleeing go away. She didn't feel like soemthing was missing when he was inside her. Far from it, everything in the world felt right, in it's proper place.

"What am I going to do," she whispered, her lips close enough to his to feel the movement. Her eyes remained closed as she posed the question more to Chrysler than the man lying beside her.

She couldn't lie to Josh, that was not an option. She would have to tell him straight away what she had done. Azalea may have stooped so low as to cheat on another person but she would not add to her list of offenses. "What are you going to do?" she added, more exhausted than curious. Perhaps he had a better plan, one that could inspire her own lack of one?

The day's tiredness was catching up to the witch and the constant reminder of her guilt weighed heavy on her conscience, begging for sleep to overcome. But she had to stay up... Until they could figure this out.

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"It's still wrong,"

Jake's eyes watched as Azalea's closed, perhaps it made her feel better not to admit that she didn't regret what they'd done when she believed nobody could see her. Or perhaps it just made it easier... whatever the case, Jake took the answer from what Azalea had not said instead of what she had said. Azalea, like him, had not regretted what they'd done that day, she hadn't regretted the kiss before summer, and she certainly wasn't regretting laying entangled in one another's arms in her bed, either.

So where did that leave them?

Not regretting something was a world away from wanting something more to happen between them. The idea of which made Jake cautious at best. Was it the best idea to go back to where they'd been seventeen years ago? What would he tell the children if they did..? What if they started something that only made more mess for the children to deal with than they already had in their young lives? But the countless questions were shut down quickly when the man caught himself. Now was not the time for the idea of what ifs, because there were more pressing matters to deal with than the unknown direction these actions were going.

"What am I going to do,"

Azalea's lips did the thing again. The way she spoke so close to his lips that he could feel them move, and yet... he was almost sure they hadn't touched his at all. It brought forth the temporary urge to press another kiss to the already swollen lips of hers... but the will to not get caught up in all of that again made him close his own eyes for a moment to level his mind back to the actual point.

They needed to talk.

"I don't know," Jake replied honestly. There was nothing he could really say to that, because he had no idea what the witch wanted to do. The unspoken admission to not regretting that they'd spent the day together had proven that perhaps she had doubts with her current relationship, but that didn't mean she wanted to give the relationship up. The fact she'd not turned him away earlier made Jake more than believe she'd wanted him just as much as he'd wanted her... it hadn't been once... it couldn't be written off as an act of stupidity...

"What are you going to do?"

Jake's eyes opened once more at that, finding Azalea's eyes still closed he watched the peaceful expression on her features for a few moments. Taking this in because it could possibly be the last time he would be able to be this close to her, depending on the decision she made today...

"Wait." Jake replied softly, because there wasn't much more he could do, was there? "I don't want to force you to make a decision between him and me, that's not fair on you."

The sentence was simple, but he hoped it would convey that he was not going to hold her to anything just because of what they'd done today.

"Support you," Jake added, still as softly as before because they'd never been good at talking, and this... this was not the easiest of conversations to kickstart them. "In whatever decision you make, because no decision is going to be easy."

Lifting his head up to press a light kiss on the witch's forehead, a kiss that lingered just enough to reaffirm everything he'd said so far, the man drew the witch closer to him again, if that were ever possible.

"I know you'll make the right choice, though." The whispered confession was no more than audible between the two of them as Jake drew the sheets over them and rested his head back in to the pillow. And for the first time since Azalea had asked him what they were going to do, he realised his head was thumping harder than it ought to be in his chest.

The prospect of everything teetering on a knife's edge clearly affecting the man more than he'd said.

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"Wait."

The witch nodded, or tried to. Her head felt too heavy and the motion that came across just ended with snuggling into Jake closer. Waiting was a good idea, for both of them. Despite how right it felt to be here in his arms, they lived in an uncertain world. Their numerous bouts of exertion today were not a guarantee of a relationship. In fact, in her haziness, Azalea wasn't even sure if they were better or worse off than before. At least before, they had an understanding. Now, even that little friendship and trust had been turned upside down.

Would he let her see his kids again knowing what she had done? Would she ever be able to look Josh in the eye? Did she even deserve a relationship at this point. Sleepiness struggled with the need for self-chastising as the witch wondered.... What she would say to Ethan.

The little boy that saw her as his mother. The little boy who needed her as much as she needed him.

"Support you,"

"Not sure I deserve that," she countered drowsily, her mind slowly shutting down to the outside world. The witch had forgotten the affect his presence had on her sleep cycle, her body relaxing and her brain ready to surrender because there was still some lingering feelings of safety attached to eh man by her side.

Lingering feelings that were solidifying at a rapid rate into the present.

"Were we.. ever in a broom closet before?" she managed, trying to fight off the waves of slumber ready to take over. Her eyes remained closed as she felt him kiss he top of her head, unable to free herself of the idea that this as right. The touch felt... easy, practiced. It a so hard to resist soemthing she felt she had been doing her entire life.

If Jake answered, the witch did not hear it, her breathing slowly even-ing out into gentle notes as Azalea finally gave in and fell asleep, curled into his arms.

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The retort, Jake let be. There was no point trying to argue a point with the witch now, they were both feeling the weight of their actions, and they would probably both argue with the other until they were blue in the face about who deserved what. It wouldn't do anything to help them right now.

"Were we.. ever in a broom closet before?"

The man thought back as the question was posed, trying to locate a time in which they had utilised a broom closet. For a moment Jake tried to dredge up the memory, a smile gracing his lips even before he spoke. "Surprisingly, I think we only used it once, back in Salem." Jake's reply came, the amusement of that fact quite clear in his voice, but it sobered as he continued on. "You were upset, because you thought you'd killed your friends..."

The frown wouldn't be visible to the witch as he thought back, but it didn't matter. The slow, even breaths from Azalea denoted she'd fallen asleep...

Jake looked down at the witch for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Had he planned on staying..? No... Should he stay? Almost certainly not. And yet... There was a habit, as old as time, that denoted Jake could not leave the witch's side when she fell asleep. The fear he'd seen in her when they'd been teens when he'd left before she'd awoken was etched in to the memories in his mind, and there was no chance in the world Jake wished to cause Azalea more worry than he already had.

But Clara...

Jake had managed to locate his trousers by the bedside, thankful that he'd somehow kept them on his person until he'd gotten this far. His phone had been difficult to locate with Azalea tucked in to his side, his left arm tucked under her and holding her close to him meaning his right would have to do. But after only a minor amount of fumbling, Jake had brought the phone out of his pocket, and punched a quick message to Clara.

Sorry. Ministry called me in. Will be back in the morning.

The text went before he thought again on the matter, and the phone was gently placed on the bedside. Azalea shifted in her sleep, her head moving back down to his chest as she moved. Jake's arm shifted slightly beneath her to a comfortable position, and the man pressed a gentle kiss atop her head once more as he whispered good night to the sleeping witch, closing his eyes to the situation that would be a problem for another day.

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