AN: I don't own anything that is or has to do with Harry Potter/anything related to HP.
"How does it look? Sirius asks her as he places a small pillow on the blue floral sofa in front of them.
"Fine. It looks absolutely fine," Marlene sighs, flopping dramatically onto the shag rug covering most of the tiny living room.
"Fine? I've spent all bloody day arranging every piece of furniture so that it looks just right, and all you have to say about it is 'fine'?"
He turns around to look at her and sees that she has pulled out her wand and is creating a miniature Aurora Borealis above her head.
"Oi!" he exclaims, "were you even listening? I should never have taught you that trick."
"I'd have figured it out eventually," she smirks. "You're not half as clever as you fancy yourself to be."
"But I am twice as good-looking."
She lets out a loud laugh at that and finally, finally sits up and looks at the sofa.
"It looks fantastic," she says. Marlene turns to Sirius who is wearing the most ridiculously earnest look on his face and she realizes that he's waiting on her to say more. "You've really outdone yourself with the…er, colour palette and the…balance of—"
"You've haven't a clue what you're talking about, do you?" he asks.
"I really haven't." Marlene pulls herself off of the floor and stands next to him, observing the sofa now with it's myriad pillows.
"And I thought birds were all into this sort of thing. Interior decorating and the like," Sirius says.
"You must have me confused with Lily. I don't know the first thing about design or fashion or anything involving aesthetics, really."
"But you always look so put together."
"That's just my natural beauty shining through and blinding you to my horrid fashion sense." She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and then walks away into the kitchen. "I don't suppose you thought to stock this place with any food?"
Sirius joins her in front of an empty pantry. "Slipped my mind."
She turns to look at him and in mock surprise exclaims, "Stop the presses! Today, Sirius Black did not think about food!"
Marlene dissolves into giggles at her own joke as Sirius tries to keep his mouth from curling into a smile. She is the only person he knows who can make him struggle to find a comeback when being teased.
He looks at her for a second—all blonde curls and long legs and sparkling blue eyes and curves hidden by his old Quidditch jersey—and decides there is really only one direction he wants to take this.
"Laugh all you want, love, but Dumbledore's only giving us one day off and I happen to think there are better uses our twenty-four hours could be put to than eating."
He considers winking just to make his meaning clear, but he doesn't have to because she stops laughing immediately and when she looks up, her blue eyes aren't sparkling anymore; they're burning into his.
"Did you have anything specific in mind?" she asks, slinking towards him.
"We're in a brand new flat with brand new furniture; I've got loads of specifics in mind," he says.
Both of their voices have dropped half an octave in pitch and they are talking in hushed tones, as if they expect someone to overhear them. This is how it always is with them. The quiet before the storm.
She wraps her arms around his neck and pushes her body against his. She is tall enough that they are almost eye-level when she goes on her tiptoes. She leans her head in and he meets her halfway, engaging in a slow, nearly-lazy kiss, which seems to go on forever and ever until finally she pulls back and whispers, "Fourteen."
"What?" he asks, opening his eyes halfway.
"We spent ten hours moving, so we've actually only got fourteen left."
"Only fourteen?"
"And maybe a half."
"Then we'd better get a move on." He bends down and scoops her up and she laughs as he carries her through the flat and directly into their brand new bedroom.