Cupping Emmeline's cheek with fingers tangled in soft, brown locks, Sirius pulled his wife in for another kiss. He took his time tasting her. Jaw coaxing her mouth open so tongues could embrace, sliding unhurriedly together. Twisting and curling around one another as the hair round his fingers.
Did that serve as answer enough? Sirius thought it might, for he certainly didn't kiss their dogs that way.