the_debt_of_time

"At least have some tea then," she insisted, pouring him a cup. "I know it's been
years for you since we lived together in Diagon Alley, and many things have changed since
then, but I remember how much you just loved a good, hot, sweet cup of tea every
morning," she said, a sly smile crossing her lips as she set the cup down in front of him.
With his eyes still on her, Mia reached for a piece of toast already covered in
marmalade and took a bite, chewed, swallowed, and then innocently noticed the leftover
sticky substance on her finger and, slowly, sucked it off.
"Do you like your tea?" she asked with a challenging tone.
Sirius stared at her suspiciously and then blinked down at the cup of tea, wondering
if she had slipped something in it. He knew that Mia detested the thought of Love Potions,
but if she was playing at something—and she very clearly was—she would be more likely
to slip him Mood Juice than Amortentia.
"Thank you," he said sweetly, and she beamed brightly, simpering at him like a
besotted idiot, as though his thanks were all she needed to sustain her throughout the day.
She took a seat beside Harry and set out to filling a plate with a variety of food,
ignoring Sirius completely when he brought the teacup to his mouth and took a sip. He let
the liquid roll across his tongue, picking out the flavours, watching her as she bit into
another piece of bacon and reached for the discarded Daily Prophet. She was purposely not
looking at him, the minx.
"Is your memory all right, love?"
"Perfectly, why?" she asked, still not making eye contact.
"Because you've always known how I take my tea. Always. With sugar," he pointed
out as he raised the cup. "This has honey in it."
"I thought it would be a nice surprise." Her smile was wholesome, but her gaze,
however, was hard and fierce like a determined lion. When she stuck her tongue out to lick
at her bottom lip, he could practically see it forked at the end. "Don't you like honey, Sirius?"
"It's fine," he said slowly, waiting to see if she really had slipped him a potion. Would
his hair fall out? His cock shrink? His skin turn orange?
"Strange." She pursed her lips. "Maybe there is something wrong with my memory.
I remember you saying, on multiple occasions, how you just loved the taste of honey, and
you couldn't ever get enough of it."