His Hands Were Everywhere
Sirius won the battle for dominance as he pushed her down onto the bed. Her tongue was doing wicked things in his mouth but he was fighting back with his hands.
He must have had at least five hands, she thought. They were everywhere, on the small of her back, around her waist, caressing her face. All she could do was moan his name. Her back arched as he kissed her and he groaned in response. Things were going faster than before and all of the sudden one of his many hands pulled at the skirt around her waist.
Marlene pulled back, she couldn't do this; what was she thinking? Sirius Black, the Sirius Black? No. No. No. She said the last part aloud and pulled his hands off her waist (even though it felt good) and leapt off the bed.
"Wait, Marl-" Sirius got cut off as she hurried out of the room. She turned around in the doorway, with too many emotions gathered on her face to read. "I can't, sorry." She breathed out. Then she ran.