He expected a great many things. For her to slap him. For her to walk out. For a plethora of stinging words to be flung at him. But the last thing, the very, very last thing Sirius expected was for her to scold him for his apology. That is, until she was pulling him down for another kiss - that wasn't even on the list of very last things but Sirius was beyond thought, beyond caring when her lips pressed to his. Cecilia was directing the kiss, mainly because he was too surprised to do anything more for a few seconds.
The soft, questioning swipe of her tongue against his was like an electric shock down his spine and Sirius gripped her hip with one hand as the other sought out the silken threads of her hair. He groaned softly and deepened the kiss more, his fingers tightening as his body woke to the sensations. She tasted of tea and something else, something he didn't recognize, and he pulled her closer, the need for more growing overwhelming in his thoughts just as she began to draw back. He blinked again, mind on fire, as he looked down at her. Her lips were darker from the kiss, the image sparking another cascade of intense desires.
"And only an Englishwoman would scold a man for being polite," Sirius replied wryly, thankful that her focus had returned to the basket because it made him clutch at normal thoughts again. He crossed to the cooler and took out the wine bottle, summoning two glasses from the cupboard before taking the cork out. She looked unaffected by the kiss, and Sirius concentrated on pouring the wine without spilling any of it. "We could bake the fish, with the, whatever you call those potato tasting things, in a bit of wine and butter," he offered, struggling to think straight.
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Date: 2012-12-05 10:30 pm (UTC)The soft, questioning swipe of her tongue against his was like an electric shock down his spine and Sirius gripped her hip with one hand as the other sought out the silken threads of her hair. He groaned softly and deepened the kiss more, his fingers tightening as his body woke to the sensations. She tasted of tea and something else, something he didn't recognize, and he pulled her closer, the need for more growing overwhelming in his thoughts just as she began to draw back. He blinked again, mind on fire, as he looked down at her. Her lips were darker from the kiss, the image sparking another cascade of intense desires.
"And only an Englishwoman would scold a man for being polite," Sirius replied wryly, thankful that her focus had returned to the basket because it made him clutch at normal thoughts again. He crossed to the cooler and took out the wine bottle, summoning two glasses from the cupboard before taking the cork out. She looked unaffected by the kiss, and Sirius concentrated on pouring the wine without spilling any of it. "We could bake the fish, with the, whatever you call those potato tasting things, in a bit of wine and butter," he offered, struggling to think straight.