"You know," Iggy said from several steps ahead of Brett, who was now shooing him up the stairs, "I was going to tell him I don't put notches in my bed posts."  One, he'd never needed to keep score.  Two, his bed was made from wand quality wood. And three, he had no desire to ruin furniture, he'd already destroyed enough cots and stools to last a lifetime.  "But I think you showed him."  He reached the top of the stairs, and made for Brett's, and Dax's room.

He pulled the blanket off of him and tossed it onto the beds, quickly followed by the rest of him.  This time though he couldn't help but wonder which of the beds was the other man's.  And if there was room for three in the two beds.  "So, is he a fast or slow eater?"  Iggy said with a devilish grin.

Brett watched as Iggy threw off the quilt and flung himself onto the bed along with it. He was getting too comfortable. They had to go. Brett was already pulling on her trousers, and rummaging around to find a clean shirt. "Get dressed," she said to him. "And it depends. He seems miffed. So he's either going to eat really fast or really slow." And she would rather Dax not come upstairs to find that Iggy was still naked. No matter how adorable he looked sprawled across both of the beds.

She slipped her feet into some shoes then rounded Iggy's clothes from the floor, tossing them at him. "I've got to move the beds back into place. If you don't get your arse up from there I'll put you in the floor." She grabbed her wand from the night stand and stood there, staring at Iggy, tapping her foot impatiently.

When he didn't move fast enough, she flicked her wand at Dax's bed, levitating it back into its proper place. She didn't even flinch as Iggy tumbled to the floor with a thud. She wanted to get the room back in order and get it cleaned up so that Dax didn't have a fit. The last thing she wanted was Iggy getting a fist or a hex to the face. And she didn't need Dax pissed at her long term. They shared a house, and more than that- a room. There was no getting away from him.

Iggy wasn't sure what the hurry was.  He wasn't great with household spells but he could manage a quick cleanup when needed.  And surely they had time.  He'd been down in the kitchen.  It wasn't like there was anything already ready for Dax to eat.  "Slow, I bet.  Unless he wants a show." He said with a smile, "Besides, if he doesn't want to walk in on us, it will be obvious when we leave.  We have time."

He covered his head with his arms when his clothes came flying at him.  There was certainly no need for that.  Then she threatened to dump him in the floor.  He pushed his clothes off of him and just looked at Brett.  He couldn't help that he was stubborn.  He wasn't going to move. Then he was on the floor, apparently Brett hadn't been bluffing.  "Oi.  That was uncalled for."

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, laying among the quilt and his clothes, on the floor.  And he certainly wasn't going to give up now that his backside was bruised, maybe the auror trainees were used to falling on their arses but he certainly wasn't.  And this was the second time that morning.  "There are easier ways to get me on the floor you know.  What do you say?  I make a great breakfast but its so much better when you are really hungry for it."

Iggy kept protesting they had time. And then suggesting they put on a show... And all the sexual innuendo. She knew that Iggy liked to have his fun, but right now it just wasn't the time. Brett enjoyed Iggy's company, she enjoyed having fun with him. He was good at what he did. But she was short tempered now.

Even so, the way he was lounged on the floor, suggesting they work up an appetite- he was just too damn cute. Her scowl broke into a grin. "You're too damn cute for your own good, you know that Iggy?" she told him.

Brett dropped down on one knee next to him, grabbed his face gently in her hands, and kissed him. "I don't expect you to understand how delicate this situation is, Ignatius." She rarely used his full first name, but she was serious right now. "But I'd rather Dax not beat you to a bloody pulp. And I'd rather the entire house not be pissed at me for having you wandering about naked."

"If you cooperate then we can work up the biggest appetite you've ever had, Iggy. All morning, all day, and all night." Brett kissed him again then stood back up. She finished getting the room in order, and all that was left was Iggy in the floor. "But if you're going to keep on being stubborn, you'll be working up that appetite alone."

"Too cute?" Iggy said.  He was most definitely not too cute.  Too handsome.  Too sexy.  Too anything but cute.  He reached up to feel his face, time to stop shaving as often again.  Scruffy was definitely better.  And not cute.  Brett dropped next to him, grabbing him and kissing him.  And calling him Ignatius.  Some days he really just wished people would forget that Iggy was short for Ignatius.  "I'd rather not end up bloody either." Though this morning, everyone seemed to be trying to bloody him.  "But, I think its too late for the rest."

He grinned as she kissed him again.  "I'm not cooking every meal today."  Laughing, Iggy kept laying there.  Though he did grab his pants from the night before and slide his scarred  leg into them while he watched Brett tidy the room up.  He wasn't particularly good with the cleaning spells, and he didn't know where anything went besides.   "Fine." He said, standing and finishing putting on his pants.  "Wouldn't be the first time,"  Iggy muttered grabbing his shirt from the floor, pulling it on as he shoved his feet unceremoniously into his shoes.  "Well you ready?  It won't take him long to finish."

Finally. Iggy was cooperating. She was thankful that he finally stud up and pulled on his trousers. Then he pulled a shirt over his head, asking if she was ready. "Ready enough," she told him. Brett was just glad that going home with Iggy would put off the argument that was sure to happen between herself and Dax. Not that he had a right to be mad... He wasn't her boyfriend. (Of course, Iggy wasn't either. Not really. They were... Whatever the hell they were. Better not to think on it too long.)

Brett gave the room one more once over, making sure everything was back in order and clean before moving to stand next to Iggy. "Now see, we could already have been at your flat if you'd cooperated sooner," she scolded. Then she grinned at him and winked. "See you there." With that, Brett apparated out of the room with a loud POP. Destination: Ignatius Prewett's bedroom.