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spine? Would his touch always leave a delicious burning sensation in its wake? Would his
kiss always make her toes curl and her heart race and her head just slightly dizzy?
Yes.
"So, what shall we bring with us to our island?" he asked as he broke away from the
kiss, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip as she pouted at the sudden lack
of his mouth on hers.
"Suncream," she suggested with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I imagine Lils would burn right up."
"Oh, are we bringing Lily to this island with us?" She arched a brow. "Care to tell
me exactly what fantasies you've got running around in that head of yours?"
Sirius blanched. "With Lily? Merlin, never. That blond friend of yours from the
Ministry on the other hand―"
She pinched him. Hard.
He laughed, jumping away from her far enough to grab her hand. "You can stop
the assault on my person and wipe that judgemental look off your face if you please," he
said with a smirk as he touched the Pack Mark on her shoulder. "Potters shouldn't call
Blacks kettles."
"Pots shouldn't call kettles black," she corrected him.
"I like my version better."
Being reminded of the Pack Bond ritual, Mia frowned as a thought occurred to her.
"I think we should have a word with Dumbledore about Remus and how he's being treated
in the Order."
Heels clicked on the porch behind them, and both Sirius and Mia turned to see
Marlene McKinnon, reaching for a pack of her own cigarettes and smiling at Sirius as she
lit one, as if she were silently pointing out how much they suddenly had in common.
Yes, well done, you share a vice. Certainly, he'll want to run away with you now, Mia thought
as she rolled her eyes.
"Well, considering the fact that the entire Order was kept in the dark about
his... condition, I think we have a right to our reactions," Marlene said, disgust evident in
her tone. "Especially since he's clearly not in control of himself." She gestured flippantly to
Mia's shoulder, where only a small part of the scar could be seen beneath the collar of her
blouse.