A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Sirius/Marene, #008 – touch, the If You Dare Challenge, #234 – moaning and groaning, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #014 – blush.
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70. Moaning and Groaning
He was never the sort to waste time with foreplay;
a splay of arms and legs and sometimes tail as well
trapping her form underneath
But she wasn't the sort to calmly roll over either
so she gave as good as she got, poking him
where he crumbled, tickling him where he yelped
in uncontrollable laughter
until he growled and grumbled, impatient to move on
And, of course, he had no tact at that as well
so she'd blush before letting him get on.