            "Sirius," she murmured, pulling away to press kisses down his jaw. She slid down, finding his neck with her tongue. The stubble scratched like an itch she’d never known. Her lips descended lower, tongue slaving at the hollow of his throat. He grabbed her hip, and when she looked up through her lashes, Hermione found his eyes shut with strained pleasure. "Is this okay?" she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss into his collar bone, exposed where she had pulled at the shirt.