Arms suddenly full of Emmeline, Sirius caught her round the waist - and by the mouth. He pecked her back firmly, laughing against soft, squealing lips.
"I always pay for brunch!" he reminded. Not that it mattered. Uncle Alphard had seen to securing his nephews future despite Walburga's better efforts. There was more money and property than Sirius knew what to do with, and certainly enough for him to be irresponsible and splurge every Sunday on bubbles and brunch with his bestie.
"Now," announced firmly as he patted Em's bottom, "Let's get you into some leather, hmm?"