Katie was pretty sure that she drove Marcus mental. She didn't really have a problem with that. He wasn't snogging her so she was going to snog him. Maybe this was a bad habit but she had to admit, it was pretty nice. Besides, if she kissed him, it shut him up and that was an added bonus. That and feeling him pull her closer had her groaning against his mouth. It wasn't long before he took control and she didn't mind giving it to him. It was Marcus. She didn't expect anything but. Her arms wound around his neck, participating equally in what was turning into a very demanding kiss. Her lips parted under his, tongue darting out, tasting the whiskey and the smell that was purely Marcus Flint.
Snogging him in the middle of Knockturn Alley wasn't exactly the wisest thing she could've done but she definitely wasn't regretting it. Not even a little. Her body melded to his, completely relaxing under the feel of his lips on hers. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, unwilling to break what was turning out to be a much better snog than the last. Probably because she wasn't drunk. And she'd just had an amazing steak. She was feeling exceptionally satisfied and incredibly turned on. The problem with him was that once he kissed her? She wanted more. Instantly. It shouldn't be like that. He should really have to work for it.
Sliding one hand downward, Katie let it rest on the loops of his pants, pulling him closer, letting her fingers slip under his tee, finding the warm skin of his abdomen. Fuck. She liked touching him. Sighing, Katie teased him with her lips, wanting more but unwilling to push it that much further. Kissing him was bad enough. But in such a good, good, good way.