He was going to retort that they had JUST stopped fighting, and he didn't want to start again, when her lips on his skin distracted him. "You do that on purpose," he complained, his hand moving up and cupping one of her breasts in his hand. "My best was good enough the last time we were alone," he countered, remembering how they had ended up the day he'd been released from Azkaban. He smiled as he gently cressed her body with his hand. "More than good enough, if I remember correctly."
He shifted so he could kiss her gnetly, over and over.