[Poggio]

The finger was enough to fall under the spell again and as the professor lay in the bed basking in the after glow he realized they had not even set a date. Stroking the black locks that curled around the chocolate torso, he let his own mind brew. When he felt the breath rise and fall in an even pace,the professor slipped out of the bed and found his stretch pants and decided to go outside.

( He will just wander around the outside of the house in a circumference around it, it doesn't want to get lost )