 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
"You can't just start touching me while I'm trying to walk!" he complained to her with the slightest traces of amusement on his pale expression, rolling his eyes just slightly as though she should've known this. Ferris's grip became a bit more comfortably snug around her waist, his other arm holding onto her legs as he gave a soft chuckle, "It's not very nice to do to your husband," he grumbled as they made it to the end of the hall and therefore their room. He smiled slightly at the sight of it, opening the double doors only to see the gorgeous room that had been set up for them, claimed as their own. Without further ado, the young man approached the bed and then plopped his wife onto it on her back, simply reversing what he'd done to pick her up. "Keep your hands to yourself, troublemaker," he grumbled playfully to her in reference of what happened to him in the hallway, his hands coming to rest on either side of her waist as he leaned over her to plant the sweetest of peck kisses to her lips.
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