Magica groaned into his mouth. She had debated about "curing" his hands like she'd done for his scars, but the feel of his callouses was actually wonderful on the softer parts of her body.

There was only so much longer Poe could wait. He downed the rest of his glass before putting it aside. He slid off the bed, and came up behind Scrooge, giving his hips a squeeze before kissing the back of his neck.