the_debt_of_time

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. "Better."
She leant against him affectionately and smiled when he wrapped one arm around
her, cradling her in the soft leather of his jacket. She pressed her cheek into the fabric that
covered his chest, breathing in deeply the scent of parchment, grass, and leather. Slipping
her hand beneath his shirt, she pressed her palm against his skin and sighed softly as she
ran the pad of her thumb absentmindedly against a small scar on his back. Her free hand
was gently resting against his chest while his was running small circles over the inside of
her forearm.
They never talked about it, their individual tortures at the hands of Death Eaters.
Mia could not, even if she tried, but Sirius just as greatly kept to himself about his life at
Grimmauld Place. However, it was quiet moments like this—moments where they would
run their hands over old wounds, taking note of each other's sacrifices—that motivated
them to move forward and keep fighting.
"You shouldn't provoke Moody like that."
"Fucking git. You'd think, being as paranoid as he is, he'd take my bloody word for
it that I know who Death Eaters are."
"If you're going to constantly come to blows with your superior, you might want to
rethink your career choices," Mia offered with a chuckle as she watched smoke come out
of Sirius's nose in a huff.
"Fine. I'll quit my job, buy an island, and we can go and live away from all this
mess."
"I thought you didn't want to just sit around and live off of your money like a lazy
arse," she teased.
Sirius grinned at her, flicking the end of his cigarette over the rail. "We won't live
off of money, we'll live off of coconuts. Merlin, witch, don't you know how islands work?"
She smiled as she thought about going on holiday far, far away with him.
"Apparently not."
"We'll certainly have to fix that, then."
Sirius kissed her hard and deep in a way that warmed her all the way to her toes.
Her heart hammered in her chest at the sensation, and she grinned against his mouth while
wondering if it would always be like this. Would his voice always send shivers down her