the_debt_of_time

"SIRIUS, GO AND PUT PANTS ON! GOOD GOD, YOU'RE A GROWN
MAN!"
A few seconds later, a grinning Sirius came walking back into the bedroom, still as
naked as he was when he emerged from the bath. "Prongs and Lily are early."
Mia smirked at her boyfriend. "You're terrible, you know that, right?"
Sirius laughed as he reached into their shared closet, snagging his favourite pair of
jeans from the shelf. "I don't know what Evans's problem is. I think I look quite fetching
today."
Unable to resist, Mia leant against the wall of their bedroom to watch him dress.
Her eyes raked over his sculpted arse in tight denim. She ignored the few scars on his back
from early abuses of childhood in addition to the few he retained from his attack several
years ago at Grimmauld Place; Sirius was slowly beginning to cover them all with colourful
scars of his own choosing.
Already perched on his right shoulder blade sat a proud, magically tattooed phoenix
that preened at the attention when it noticed Mia staring. The bird ruffled its feathers and
held its head high under her gaze. Opposite the phoenix on his left shoulder was a simple,
solid black paw print. Above it was written: I wanna be Anarchy; below read: No
dogsbody which Mia knew had nothing to do with Sirius being a dog, but were, in fact, lyrics
to a Sex Pistols song.
Sirius was not picky with the decorations he chose for his skin; already lyrics from
various Muggle and Wizarding bands were covering his body. Down the right side of his
ribs were Led Zeppelin lyrics: Upon us all a little rain must fall. Down the left side was written
the words of Judas Priest: Hell bent for leather; quite possibly the most fitting tattoo Sirius
had—save for the Toujours Pur on his arse. A series of numbers covered his left shoulder
blade. While they may have looked nonsensical to most, Mia knew that they were the
birthdates of her parents, memorialised on the skin of the son they never anticipated raising
but loved nonetheless.
"You're staring," Sirius said with a playful smile.
"How can you tell? You're not even looking this way."
"You're always staring at me."
Why the hell wouldn't I? Mia thought to herself with a blissful sigh as her eyes swept
over his body one last time while she dressed, slipping into a pair of jeans and throwing on