Doe felt her smile grow at the feel of Sirius responding so eagerly to their play. She grinned against his lips when she felt his fingers dig into her thighs, a laugh and gasp of surprise slip ping out when he suddenly pulled her close and rolled them back over so that she was beneath him. Staring up into his eyes, she felt something exciting within her. She wanted him to keep pushing this further. What the two of them had between them was something so unique; they were friends and now what? But whatever it was, it was fun; like playing but with higher stakes and far more enjoyable results. 

As Sirius' hand brushed against the material of Doe's knickers, he lifted his head so he could peer down at her, eyes locking onto her dark ones, and take in her reaction. Whatever this was between them hadn't been defined so it was important to him that he make sure he wasn't pushing her farther than she wanted. He needn't have wasted the time he could have been paying attention to her soft, supple skin; the gasp she released hit his ears, almost giving him more pleasure than the feel of her body underneath his, and told him everything he needed to know. She wanted this as much as he did; he was sure of that now. His name slipping from her mouth was music to his ears; never had the sound of his name sent electricity through him as it did now. His hunger increased, and obviously so, at least to him; increasingly his jeans felt tighter and tighter.

Doe was unable to keep the smirk from her face at the sound of Sirius groaning in pleasure. She couldn’t help feel victorious at surprising him with a side of herself that only a select few had ever seen. And even more a source of pride was the fact that what she was doing to him was able to elicit such a reaction from him. Doe knew Sirius well enough to know that he didn’t sleep with every single girl that looked his way, but she knew he was plenty experienced in this type of activity, and yet it was she who was in bed with him and she who was kissing along side his neck and it was her that Sirius seemed so desperate to resume kissing. She moved back to his lips, letting his strong hold on her overwhelm her desire to tease him further. Letting out a groan of her own as he grazed her lip with his teeth, she barely noticed the way that her fingers had pressed into his bare chest in reaction. 

Sirius half expected Doe to react to his roaming eyes, for her to make some sort of a comment on it, and was surprised when she didn’t, and pleasantly so. In the back of his mind he’d been wondering where this was going to go, especially given their surroundings, and her lack of negative reaction seemed a sign that he wasn’t crossing any unknown boundaries she had set. He eagerly accepted the kiss she pressed to his mouth, sensing a sudden change in the atmosphere; it seemed to Sirius that the air was crackling with the promise of something, and though he didn’t know entirely what that something was or how far this was going to go just yet, he felt sure it was going to be something more than the last couple of times, when their rationality had slowed things down. Sirius’ whole body seemed to hum with a mixture of pleasure at the feel of Doe’s mouth, hot and hard against his, and anticipation of what she might do next. He’d already in the past few weeks seen a side of her he’d never expected and that trend seemed to be continuing now. She didn’t disappoint and it was greedily that Sirius groaned against her mouth when she pressed her body against his. That, coupled with the slow, teasing way she seemed to move her mouth against his, was almost unbearable, but in the best possible way. A current of fire began to work its way around his body, his skin burning everywhere her skin pressed against his.

Doe watched the eyes she’d become so familiar with change in front of her, his mischievous smirk darkening as he moved his face closer to hers. She wanted him to kiss her again but his lips found her cheek and her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Despite the gentleness of his lips, she felt her heart begin to beat faster as he moved his lips against her skin, his breath tickling against her neck and beside her ear. Doe let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a giggle, unable to stop herself. Her fingers stalled in their movements beneath his shirt as he teased her ear, and unable to pull herself away or bring his face back to hers, she began pushing his shirt up his body, forcing him to pull away so that she could pull his shirt off and drop it off the side of the bed.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing ever wider as Doe made haste with removing his shirt. Not that it was something he fought, of course; he helpfully pulled away from her so that she could pull the shirt over his head, his eyes briefly following its journey onto the floor next to them. “You’re not wast-“ he began, but his words were quickly cut off, swallowed up by the greedy mouth that landed on his. He answered greedily himself, pressing his mouth hard against hers, his tongue tracing the contours of her mouth. It didn’t last long, however, and it was with resistance and a sound of indignation that he allowed himself to be pushed away. He didn’t find himself to be indignant for long; as soon as she rolled them over, straddling him as she took charge. He smiled appreciatively, a shock of desire rocking through him in response to the confidence he never knew she had. He groaned before her lips had even touched him again. As her mouth found his jaw, his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing as she travelled down, savouring the feel of her lips against his chest.

Alright, fair point. You win.

And you’re a proponent of the hippie lifestyle now?

When it allows me a snog instead of a smack, sure.

No! Wait. Ugh, you’re so frustrating. This is what I meant, plonker. You drive me mad and I don’t know if I want to kiss you or hit you and it’s a serious problem because I used to always know that I could hit you but now I can also kiss you and why do you drive me so mad!?!

Oh, I see. You should go with the kissing. Always go with the kissing. Peace and love and all that.

Oh shut up. You drive me absolutely mad.

In that case, perhaps we should skip the chocolate shop and I'll just go to Zonko's and you can toddle off to your bookshop.

I don’t like you.

Again, are you sure about that?

Yes, but now you’re being a prat that I’d like to hit, not one I’d like to pin against a wall and snog the daylights out of.

Well at the moment, I’m leaning towards hitting you.

Yeah, I buy that, considering you just told me you'd cut out your trip to the bookshop for a snog.

I meant that you’re a prat. And while normally you would do something that would make me want to hit you, now I think I’d rather just snog you. But the motivation comes from the same place, it’s just a matter of what mood you’ve got me in at the time.

Ah, the mood you're in won't affect anything. Not when I'm apparently so good at getting you in the right mood. 

That’s not exactly what I meant, but I suppose it’s good to know. 

What did you mean, exactly? 

Because I think both tendencies come from the same place.

Well, that might just be a problem because snogging and throwing things at me don't go well together. 

You too, Dork. I’m glad we could come to such a speedy agreement. Yeah, fine, we can go there first. Then I need to pop into Zonko’s. I’m meeting the boys later in the Three Broomsticks. I’m sure we’ll find some havoc to wreak. You?

Zonko’s? Ha, never would’ve expected that. I think I’m headed to the Three Broomsticks too. I was going to pop into the book shop for a little bit, but I could always delay that if you’re interested in one of those snogs?