At Aunt Josephine's words, Sirius Black came back to himself, and his heart leaped into his throat. He looked just like a big dog that had suddenly been scolded by its owner.
Silence fell for another good long while.
"That was me not performing properly. One more time..."
After Sirius Black finished speaking, he saw the way she was looking at him, as if he were an idiot, and embarrassment turned into anger. He abruptly raised his hands and, with an urgent, somewhat awkward upward motion, cupped Aunt Josephine's face from below. As he pulled her close, he rose onto his toes and began kissing his female superior on the lips.
The wizard and Witch, both under the Ministry of Magic, seemed to forget the argument from moments before, forget everything else. Their hurried breaths tangled together, and in an unprecedented sensory experience, they felt the breath spilling from each other's mouths—the blazing vitality Sirius Black gave off, and the bloody, faintly sweet scent in Aunt Josephine's mouth, a mixture of rotten coldness and blood lollipops.
Having gotten a taste, Sirius Black became even more proactive. He wrapped Aunt Josephine tightly in his arms with forceful insistence and put every ounce of strength he had into the kiss. It was a rough kiss, without the slightest tenderness. In fact, before the wizard's own lips split, he ended up kissing the Vampire's lips bloody first.
They both tasted each other, but neither of them cared. They simply kissed fiercely, as if it were the last day of the world. And as if dissatisfied that Sirius Black was leading the whole thing, Aunt Josephine slipped her arms under the wizard's ribs and lifted his feet off the ground again, leaving him clinging to her body. With one powerful flex of the arms