Idly Hesper wondered what the others in their family would think if they could see them like this. She was well aware of the reputation they had with the rest of the family, of the whispered fury of conversation that sprang up whenever they were around or how people constantly watched them to see when the next fight would break out and at one point in time she relished the way they all followed them around and whispered and gossiped about them and a part of her still did enjoy such a thing but she wondered, if they could see them standing quietly like this, embraced like this, what would they think? She had a fairly good feeling that Arcturus would shite. And quite possibly wonder what the hell was wrong with her and part of her wouldn't blame him for feeling or thinking such a thing but he had not been privy to the entirety of her and Sirius' relationship. He had not seen what went on behind closed doors nor was he privy to the way that Sirius could make her content simply by being in the same room with her. It didn't last long before they were nitpicking and having little cat fights but that was who they were. Still she felt that if their family could see them like this that they would wonder if the two of them had been replaced or Imperioused for never before had they been witnessed like this.
At the sound of his chuckle she sighed softly and pulled away just a bit so she could see him properly, her gaze searching his face intently while giving away nothing of what she was feeling or thinking. Hesper wished she could freeze this moment time for forever. And even though it was not like the two of them maybe it could become a part of them and if it couldn't, she didn't want to loose what she was feeling at that moment.
Unwrapping one of her arms from around him she reached up and ran a single finger across the features of his face. His cheeks, his nose, his jaw, and finally across his lips, still amazed at how she had ended up with someone like him. Sure she was beautiful and had come from a good family but what a Black had ever seen in her she wasn't sure and she had never asked nor would she ever.
Sighing softly her finger continued to trace gently over his face as she debated on saying something, anything at all. A foreign set of words rested on the tip of her tongue, begging to be let out and said aloud but she was afraid if she said them that they would begin talking and at that moment, talking was the last thing she wished to do.