[It's mean and he loves it, and he laughs--a little too loudly, maybe; between the two of them, Filch might actually come running. But he doesn't, and now they've got the corridor to themselves--and Sirius leans in a little to press a kiss to her cheek--and then another, back a little--]
I don't intend to stop playing.
[Another kiss, down towards her throat. His arm is still at her waist, and he twists his hand a little so he can grip at her hip, keeping her pressed close--her arse against him, and he's still a little tender but God, he could keep her pressed just there forever--]
Next time I find you, we'll have to advance. That's how you play a game, right? [And he presses a kiss at her throat, now, lingers over it--]
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I don't intend to stop playing.
[Another kiss, down towards her throat. His arm is still at her waist, and he twists his hand a little so he can grip at her hip, keeping her pressed close--her arse against him, and he's still a little tender but God, he could keep her pressed just there forever--]
Next time I find you, we'll have to advance. That's how you play a game, right? [And he presses a kiss at her throat, now, lingers over it--]