As Sirius felt Dom’s hand on his chest, he pulled back to smirk at her. They wore clearly too much clothes for his taste. Not wasting any time he reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. The hated piece of clothing created a pile on the floor. Much better, he decided.
Sirius turned his attention back to the woman in front of him and began to kiss his way down her neck. He had just reached her collar bones as he felt something very unwelcome. He looked down, not really wanting to see what was there. White and black stripes covered his chest once again. This was not fair. No, no, no. He had already forgotten their conversation. Until now and for the first time he just hated to be right.