the_debt_of_time

"What is it with witches wearing their wizard's Quidditch jerseys?" Harry asked with a laugh.
Sirius drew his attention to Mia, who was leaning against the counter wearing his old red and gold
Quidditch jersey and a pair of shorts. She answered Harry, but Sirius did not hear any part of their
conversation as his attention was drawn to the small carton of strawberry ice cream in her hands.
"Ice cream for lunch?" Harry asked her. "Aren't you the one always telling me I need to eat real
food and not just sugar for meals?"
"Yes, but I had a particular... craving," she said, her focus falling on Sirius as she began to
walk out of the kitchen.
Harry called after her, confused over her strange behaviour. "Not going to put it in a bowl?"
"No," Mia called back. "I'll just eat it out of the carton... or figure something else out."
Sirius's fingers clenched painfully at the edge of the table as a flood of memories assaulted his mind,
and along with that, the nostalgic taste of strawberries, cream, and the tangy, honey-flavoured taste of her.
He turned his head to spot the witch standing in the doorway, smiling at him innocently, a carton
of ice cream in one hand, her wand in the other. His eyes raked over her body, starting at her bare feet and
moving up over her legs and the curve of her hips.
She was turned slightly so he could see the name 'BLACK' written on the back of the jersey.
The feeling of possessiveness was overwhelming and his resolve was beginning to crack; the need to
see his name branded on her thigh was becoming almost necessary to his survival. He swallowed hard at the
way she was looking at him, ever the picture of innocence, but Sirius knew better. Sirius knew exactly what
she was doing.
And Sirius Black would not break.
"Have fun, kitten," he said, effectively dismissing her.
Her amber eyes flashed with ire, and, very briefly, Sirius thought he had won the battle. That is,
until she silently tapped her wand on the edge of her shoulders, changing the red and gold of the jersey to
green and silver.
His eyes widened, and he growled at the sight, causing her to grin, laugh, and leave the room in
triumph.
Remus stared at him after hearing the entire tale before finally saying, "You two are
idiots."
"She's nineteen, Moony."
"She was the same age as us growing up," Remus said. "There's nothing wrong with
it."