Marcus was content to forget about the nosy woman in the hallway the moment the door closed in her face. He had more important things to consider, like why the hell Katie was dressed up ... or at least as dressed up as Katie usually got without a formal Gala to force her hand. It was odd. Not in a negative way ... just different. As much as he used to comment on her less than feminine wardrobe, he'd grown rather used to seeing her lounging about in jeans and a sweater.
His eyes barely caught sight of lace before she was was moving closer, fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants, drawing him closer. Her exclamation and goofy smile had him rolling his eyes at her. Bloody Gryffindors and their emotional outbursts. He grunted something neither acknowledging or denying, choosing instead to return her kiss. When she spoke again, he pressed his lips back to hers. It was likely for the best before anything more embarrassing could spill out of it.
As they kissed, his fingers moved to dip under her sweater. He was curious about that flash of lace. Katie was the bloody queen of functional but uninteresting sports bras. Marcus was pretty sure she had a different one for every day of the year. So lace, well, you could imagine how intriguing that was. Breaking their kiss, he slipped his hands up her sides, taking the material with them before he easily tugged the loose material over her head. Tossing it to the side, he glanced down to find her breasts encased in black lace.
Raising an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his hands moved to the button on her jeans. Popping it open with ease, he loosened the waistline of her jeans till black lace peaked out from beneath the heavier fabric, answering the question he'd had. His eyes flicked back to hers and it wasn't difficult to see the laughter dancing in them. "Katie Bell in black lace panties," he teased, "I don't think the worlds ready for that."