Accede
A/N: Jumping into some fun Muggle AU for Blackinnon Week!
Marlene glanced over at the bar again.
He stood with his friends, head thrown back laughing, dark hair falling perfectly, steel eyes glinting in the light that flashed to the music. His leather jacket was draped perfectly over his black shirt. His dark jeans drew her eyes down to his black boots, and then she traced up again, this time meeting his eyes.
He winked at her.
Marlene smirked and brought her drink to her blood-red lips, enjoying how his eyes stayed fixed on her.
One of his friends bumped his shoulder and the moment ended as he turned away. Marlene turned to her phone and texted Lily.
Marlene: You should have come, you're missing out on some very fit blokes.
Lily: I was almost asleep!
Lily: What magic powers do you have that you always text me right when I'm almost asleep?
Marlene: You should have just come with me, then I wouldn't have texted you and you would get to see the fit four I'm admiring.
Lily: Let me sleep!
Marlene: Fine, but you're missing out.
Marlene looked up and took in another eyeful of the tempting man at the bar. He had removed the leather jacket revealing the black shirt to be a fitted t-shirt and she was pleased to see how it more than suited him.
He must have felt her eyes on him because he turned toward her and smirked as he caught her eye. Never one to back down, Marlene held his gaze, daring him to make a move. He kept his eyes on hers as he leant over to be able to speak to the fit bloke with glasses, then started across the room to the table she'd secured for herself.
Marlene schooled her features into a bored expression but her heart rate increased as he approached. His steel eyes held hers, a delicious smirk playing on his lips, his attention singly on her as he sauntered casually until standing across the table from her.
"Forgive me if I'm misreading things, but do you want to make out?"
Marlene rewarded him with a quiet laugh.
"Most blokes ask for a dance or to buy a lady a drink first."
His smirk shifted to a grin and he sat down across from her.
"If you would like that drink, I'd be happy to buy it, but our snog would be more enjoyable if we're not plastered."
Marlene leant across the table, "And you're still certain I want that snog?"
Sirius shrugged, "If you didn't you would have thrown your drink in my face by now."
"I'm guessing you know that from experience." Marlene deliberately took a slow sip of her drink, enjoying the way he watched her as she did.
"Every man learns a few lessons," he held out his hand. "I'm Sirius."
"Marlene," she took his hand and he immediately shifted her hand to bring it to his lips.
"My pleasure, Marlene," Sirius held on to her hand as he brought their hands back to the table. "Now, could I tempt you to the dance floor?"
Marlene pretended to consider his offer, slowly tipping her glass to finish her drink. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she smirked as she pulled them both to stand. "We'll see how you dance, and then maybe you'll find out how I kiss."
Sirius pulled her closer to speak quietly into her ear as his hand found her hip. "I like my chances."