Barty has never waited so long to be with someone in his whole life.

For the past four months, he's been able to deal with the fact that he hasn't touched you yet. He's been patient every time you gently brushed his hand away as it slid too close for comfort. He hasn't dared to pressure you. It's been difficult, especially learning to work through his desire and figure out how to show affection instead.

But Merlin. He's just a man.

And having you cuddled up to him right now with your leg pressed to his hip and your face buried in the crook of his neck... He's just too tempted. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, and the hand that was rubbing circles into your back slowly starts to drift down to your leg.

Barty feels the soft skin beneath his palm as he moves his face from your hair to your neck. He starts off littering feather-light kisses across the skin, before they start to turn more and more heated as he sucks at your throat.

He's never been so needy for someone before. You have him under some sort of spell, you must. There's no other explanation for it.