Tasting Connery

Havermouth, Present Time

As suspected, Harry’s shopping trip had been extensive, and they’d filled a suitcase, still carrying its tags, with clothing for themselves and their werewolf. For a moment, Meguitte let that thought warm through her, the sweetness of Harry having someone that they cared for so thoughtfully, and then she helped herself to the clothing that she thought would fit Connery and that he wouldn’t find too horrendous – settling mostly for black, because she was certain Connery wasn’t the plaid sort.

Her theft revealed some other items that Harry had put into the suitcase. Lube, and lots of it, condoms, an eye-mask, and rope. She put them back at the bottom and smothered her giggles as she returned to the room that she shared with Connery.

“What reason would two supernatural people with penises, who are mates, have for condoms?” She remarked as she entered.

Connery had wrapped his blanket around his waist for modesty and stood holding his pillow in his hands, his bewil