the_debt_of_time

"You know that's not what I meant," Mia said with a pout, threading her fingers through his
hair. "And if my name belongs above your heart, then why again is it that I got your name tattooed on my
thigh?"
He pulled away to watch a soft pink colour develop in her cheeks as his fingers crept higher and
higher, edging toward the new ink. "Because, I figured tattooing my name where it belongs might hurt a
little more than on your thigh," he answered with a smug grin as he ran the pad of his thumb over the centre
of her knickers, drawing a shocked gasp from the witch.
"Sirius... we're in public."
"We've had sex in public before."
Mia blushed prettily. It always amazed him that he could still make her cheeks turn pink after
everything they had done.
"At Hogwarts, in the corridors, after curfew... not in the middle of London."
Sirius grinned darkly at her, his eyes boring into brown irises that flashed amber when she was
excited or angry. Merlin, how he wished they would stay amber forever.
He leant in close and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, "Remus told me you let him
fuck you in the middle of London. Some dark alley after that concert we all went to."
Mia breathed heavily as he lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing
himself against her. "He told you that?" she asked unashamedly, her confidence being one of the many
things Sirius found sexy about her.
"We compare notes sometimes," Sirius teased and then flinched when she pinched the tender skin
near his armpit. "Ow!" He promptly dropped her legs and dashed away from her as quickly as he could,
laughing.
"You shit!"
"I was joking!" he insisted with a smile before rushing forward and grasping her before she had a
chance to get away. "I am a little offended, though. You'll have sex with Remus in London but not me?"
Mia rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at feigned jealousy. "What do I get out of it?"
Sirius slowly raised an eyebrow. "Are you bartering with me? Merlin, you really weren't sorted
properly."
"So I've been told," she said, hissing the S as she spoke. "Now tell me what I get out of it."
Sirius fell to his knees and stared at the hem of her denim skirt heatedly. When she folded her
arms across her chest, apparently unaffected by his subtlety, he looked up at her. "What? Don't you like
to see me on my knees, begging?"