I sat on my bed, watching him dress. Eyebrows furrowed, he tied and retied his tie, straightened his shirt, smoothed his hair.

Finally, he sighed.

"Moony, do I look alright?"

I walked over to him, and our eyes connected, reflected in the mirror.

"I don't see why you need to look good. No one can do anything about it," and I heard a bitter tone in my voice.

Evidently, Sirius had heard it too, as he span on his heel and I was enveloped in his hold. I breathed in his smell, the most bewitching combination of leather, aftershave and dog.

"Yeah, no one can do anything about it."

My voice muffled by his chest, it sounded deep, hoarse. "They better not."

Sirius tilted my chin up towards him. "Coz you'll hurt them, right? They better watch out!"

I grinned. "My bite's definitely worse than my bark, though, Padfoot."

"Agreed."

I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, and ran my hands through his hair. I never got sick of these arguments.

When we broke apart, he asked me again, "Do I look alright?"

I stared at him, inspecting his every move. The cocky stance, hands on hips, top button undone, hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Fucking beautiful."

He smiled, and turned towards the door.

"You look better without all the clothes, though," I added.

Next thing I knew, his hands were back around me and his tongue was in my mouth, and we tumbled back onto my bed. A pink flush began to rise on my cheeks, and for once I was enjoying the reason for it being there, and Sirius smirked in the way he knew I loved so much.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, and I heard James shout out, "I'm coming in, in five seconds, so you guys better not be doing anything untoward to each other."

We paused, Sirius straddling me, his hand gripping the waistband of my jeans, and both of mine hidden under his shirt.

He slid off me, and whispered almost inaudibly, "To be continued."