It is what it is || Blackinnon
"Yeah? I think you just made that up on the spot," Sirius said, raising an eyebrow at her and curling his lips up in the smallest smile. As irritating as she could be, Marlene looked pretty adorable right now. She had this cute smile and a mischievous look in her eyes when she made fun of people, and sometimes Sirius couldn’t help but smile back. To be honest, he thought mischievous Marlene was more attractive than flirtatious, seductive Marlene.
Oh Merlin. She’s undoing her buttons. After one quick glance at her chest, Sirius swore inside his head and made eye contact with her, forbidding himself to look any lower than her chin. Yes. I think you’re far more than pretty. “Come on, Marls. You don’t need me to tell you you’re pretty. You’re well secure of your own attractiveness.”
"Only I would be clever enough to make something up on the spot and it be true," Marlene twittered, grinning up at him like the Cheshire Cat. She was playing into her strengths at full force, except for the alcohol haze pulling her back. It made her looser, more needy, and Sirius was going to have to deliver exactly what she wanted. Her eyes trailed down his body and back up to him, subtly suggesting far more than a discussion of words. She watched as his eyes wandered, but felt a pang of disappointment as he fought his natural urges and kept his eyes above chest level. If visual wasn't going to do him in, she would have to play around with the tactile senses and turn it up a notch. Slowly, she raised a hand up to lay it on the part of his chest she had previously exposed. "Come on, Sirius. Don't you want to have a little fun? Your common room or mine?" She asked, trailing a finger along his collar bone.
