Miss Higgins' Lair

He knew she was beginning to adjust to him now, and she was becoming more relaxed. He wouldn't fully trust her, but he trusted her enough. He leaned in even closer now, his nose was touching hers. He was actually relating to her in a way. He was being himself in front of a possible criminal. The lights were off but he could see the fire in her eyes, she was as ready as he was. But he knew she was going to be different in the morning.

However before he could do anything his lips were over hers. They felt wonderful, she felt wonderful. And all reasoning went to the dogs. His hand found her back and he began to run his hand through her hair along with hers. She was incredibly close to him now, but he pulled her in closer. He began to move towards the wall, her back against it. They weren't talking anymore, he wasn't sure if he could manage it himself. But he suddenly realized he could use this for his own good. The blood was rushing to his head again, but this time he didn't stop moving. So he was only half-ass thinking now.

If she was a Death Eater he could get information out of her, he just needed to start playing the cards now.

He moved her so that she was gently against the wall, running his hands through her hair and closing any space between them. She smirked against the kiss, no need for lies or words here. They were saying everything they needed to without them. She could worry about what lies to push and what truths to keep later. Now she was a little occupied.

She pulled away from the kiss and her hand found his, entwining their fingers. She smirked up at him and turned, her hair whipping around her slightly as she pulled him out of the kitchen. She walked slowly through the main room but pulled him into the largest room, the bedroom. It was pretty empty, save for a few storage devices and her bed. She pulled him over to the bed but turned to him, kissing his again and putting her hands on his chest. She whispered, "You sure you can trust me?" She smirked, her eyes twinkling.

He was rather excited when she began to pull him towards the bedroom. It was a large room, he sudied it quickly before she was on him again. She had his hands on her chest and was asking a question. Layton had been focused on the room but answered without hesitation, "Would I still be here if I didn't?" he asked her. He placed his mouth against hers and turned around as he fell onto her bed. Now she was below him, he started stroking her sides.

He would check everything out tomorrow, right now was play time.

Marla smirked against his kiss, moving her hands to the base of his neck and then back into his hair, kissing him a little harder. When she pulled away, her eyes were still close and she whispered against his cheek, "Good answer." They turned and fell onto the bed and she seized his shirt by the front in fistfuls, kissing him again and again...


Marla woke up the next morning like she did every morning. Light filtered in through the windows and the balcony and her eyes flicked open. Unlike every morning, there was someone next to her. She turned and looked at Hershal, grinning widely. She had learned a lot about her new friend the night before. But what was of use to her.

She ran a hand through her hair and smoothed it out as best she could sitting up and pulling the blankets up to keep herself covered. She turned to look at Hershal and bent down to kiss him while he slept. She smirked. "Good morning, detective."

Layton smirked as the kisses surrounded him. This, was going to be a hell of a night! He pulled her even closer and fell into under bliss.

***

Layton felt a kiss and opened his eyes wide, he suddenly remembered everything that had happened the previous night. He couldn't help but grin, he knew Rosa would take care of Luke. He thanked God it was Christmas Holidays! He looked up at the smiling figure of Marla beside him. "Good morning Ms. Higgins," he said to her. He took this moment to quickly eye the room they were in.

He gathered alot from it, she was certainly a tidy person. She had a bit of storage containers, she was a pack rat. But she was also a very good actress, which ment she had been trained. Now he was almost sure she was a Death Eater, but he'd have to wait a while before actually knowing. He sat up, his back against the pillow. "Last night was wonderful." he told her. He raised his arms behind his head, highlighting his muscles as he did so.

Well at least he remembered her name. She hated those awkward conversations after a one night stand that included introducing each other. Hi I just had sex with you, what was your name again? Always a fun conversation, but something she could definitely go without for now. And plus, maybe she could get more information if she extended this one night stand. Maybe...

He sat up and put his hands behind his head and she rested her head on his shoulder and smirked, saying, "Thanks, but I know. I was there remember." She turned up to him and smirked. How would her cheekiness go over with him? She kissed him once to make sure and then slipped put of bed. She scrounged up some clothes and slipped into them, walking over to a mirror and brushing through her hair. She could do her makeup in a bit. She was only in sweats anyway.

She walked back over to the bed and slid over to Hershal, smiling at him. "Now that you've thoroughly unmade my bed, would you like some breakfast?"

Hershel smiled as she layed down next to him and put her head on his shoulder. He chuckled at her comment, once again giving the room a quick once over. But it was a simple room, and his eyes were drawn to Marla who was getting out of bed and getting dressed. She wasn't overdressed but she still looked good. But he couldn't let this night go over as a one night stand. The Ministry could use any information, the Order needed to know as well. But he wasn't going to tell her that. Plus she was really pretty, so that was an added bonus.

She came back into bed with him and he decided now would be a good time to get dressed. He had made sure the hat stayed on last night but had turned it invisible. He kissed her again before she asked about breakfast. He was actually pretty hungry now, he hadn't eaten in a good fourteen hours. His stomache decided to growl at that moment. "Breakfast sounds great right now." he said to her.

He got out of bed and pulled on the pants he had worn last night. He left his shirt off, he had just slept with Marla so there was no shame. Plus he felt like showing off his body right now. He had always been afraid to show it off, and he never played sports or anything. Hell, he was deputy Minister and studying to become a Professor of Archeology. He barely had time for anything in between.

She grinned and slipped out of bed, running a hand through her hair and stretching a little before slipping on some slippers. She grabbed a robe on her way into the main room, padded through the main room and into the kitchen, trying to think of her next move in her plan to make use of Hershal. The first step of her plan was very obvious though.

Breakfast.

She began brewing some coffee and took a peek in her cupboards. and the fridge. A few minutes later and she was heating up some muffins and salting some scrambled eggs over the stove. She puled out two plates and dished out the eggs and set a muffin on each plate. She pured coffee for both of them and pulled out two stools for them to sit at.