When Sirius moved to get up, Remus shook his head. "No, you stay with her. She
needs to wake up next to you. She needs you to tell her that you were okay with what
happened last night. That you don't think badly of her, and that you're not going to run
out on her. You need to take care of her now. She needs to know how you feel, Pads."
"I'm not good with feelings, Moony," Sirius said, groaning as he pressed his
forehead against the shoulder of the warm witch as though he could hide from his
problems.
"Deal with it. That's an order if you can't take the hint. All official now, Alpha
approved and everything."
Sirius cocked a brow when he felt a strange tingle in the scar on his own shoulder.
He narrowed his eyes at his smirking friend. "You going to hold the whole Alpha thing
over my head forever now?"
"Only if I have to." Remus grinned and then sauntered off toward the river.
Mia's eyes opened to the light of the morning. The warmth of the body next to her
was comforting, and she snuggled into the sweet embrace. She breathed in parchment,
grass, and firewhisky. Without looking up at him, she placed a kiss to the hollow of Sirius's
stubbly throat, smiling when she felt him nuzzle into her hair.
"Did it work?" she whispered.
"Yes. Either that or Remus has decided that skinny dipping in the river is his dying
wish." He chuckled, and she laughed softly, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
Suddenly, the previous night came back in flashes, and Mia swallowed hard. A
delicious ache had settled between her thighs, acting as a quick reminder of their activities;
she blushed in response. Unfortunately, the potential consequences of said activities began
listing in her head in alphabetical order: Anger, Brawling, Contention, Disputes... By the time
she reached Pregnancy and remembered that Sirius had cast a Contraceptive Charm on her
before they had gone into Remus's room, she had driven herself to what she was certain
were three separate panic attacks.
"Stop worrying, love."
Mia looked up into endless, silver-grey depths.