RP Room of Requirement

E: Are you going to stop teasing me now?

As if she hadn't done a little teasing of her own.

S: You love it.

He looked at her with those murderous silver eyes. There was an air of danger about him, and there always would be. But for her? He was melting in the palm of her hand.

E: I could do without it.

She replied playfully. 'Playfully' was not an adverb often used to describe Evangeline, but Sirius brought something out in her.

S: Fine.

He kissed her, tilting his head implying aggressive desire. He had so many secrets kept from her, so many things that were happing in this damn wizarding war, but nothing mattered, nothing. Just her and her pouty pink lips that tasted so nice on his own.

Evangeline responded eagerly, trying to convey a thousand and one apologies for the things she had said and done to him since September in that kiss, a thousand and one promises of things yet to come.

This was forever. Well. Not really. But for now he knew that this was what he wanted- no- needed. After a few more minutes (could've been hours), he emerged, panting.

S: I...

Evangeline clung to him, dazed and glistening with sweat. Breath heavy, she rolled onto her back.

E: Mijn hemel...

S: Me too.

He lay next to her.

E: I did it again...

Definitely a Sirius thing.

E: It means 'my heaven' she explained dreamily.

S: Have I ever told you how sexy it is when you speak in other languages?

He asked.

E: You haven't, but I'm glad you like it.

Evangeline put her lips next to his ear.

E: Dank je wehl, Meneer Black.

S: See now I feel unimpressive.

He moaned, fumbling around for some language that he knew.

S: I'm belittled.

E: I could do French if you wanted?

S: I could do troll.

He mused.

E: You know troll?

Evangeline seemed impressed.

S: Refigug mugug sloperg.

He winked.

Evangeline looked at him flatly.

E: What did you say?

S: You have nice boobs.

He laughed.

E: My, how romantic.

She giggled and grabbed her wand, muttering a few spellwords, making the time appear on the air.

E: Oh sh- bother, it's almost tea! How am I going to make myself presentable?!

She fretted, hurrying to roll out of bed and over to her pile of clothes.

Sirius flopped back lazily.

S: You already do.

E: They'll know just by looking at me what we've been doing... you always look dishevelled.

A mirror appeared on the wall, which Evangeline was thankful for. She cast a few basic grooming spells.

S: Is that a compliment?

He hopped up, pulling his clothes on and standing behind her.

E: Depends on the look you're going for.

She combed through her hair.

Sirius pushed his hair back.

S: The boyfriend of a beautiful woman.

E: Judging on outward appearances alone, right now you look like the occasional toy boy of a washed up muggle popstar.

She smiled in spite of herself, and tried to get her blush to die down.