Hands slipped down over a delicate waist and hips Sirius loved to anchor himself against as Emmeline brushed his mouth with compliments. He'd meant every word. Rattled off without care, natural and immediate as the pure thoughts in his head. None of it had been said to elicit such a response from his wife, but he wasn't complaining about the kisses. Nor her close proximity, the weight of her settled over his lap, or the affirmations which sounded like music because it was Emmeline saying them.
"Babes, when have I ever said no to exploring with you? Well- except that one time in the bath..." he teased, brow popping up to hide behind over-long fringe. He was starting to look a little like Mischief, due for a trim yet adorable in his scraggliness.
"Look-" A squeeze to her bum, a peck to her lips. "Whatever you want, I'm in. Ride or die, Em."