the_debt_of_time

during his now infamous incident with firewhisky days before Harry was born—all because
he longed for her.
Nineteen years he had missed the witch, and ever since she came back he had kept
her at a distance.
When he reached the bed, he looked down at the nightclothes that she had set out
for herself. Not long, cotton robes like Hermione used to wear, but silk shorts and an old
t-shirt of his that she had nicked from the dresser. Sirius knew for a fact that Mia had been
to Muggle London to go shopping with Ginny, not to mention a few private trips to Twilfitt
and Tatting's with Narcissa and Andromeda, and yet she still slept in his shirts. The one she
had chosen had a Pink Floyd logo on the front, once black, now a dull washed-out grey.
He lifted the shirt to his face and inhaled her scent.
"I can hear you, you know," Mia called from beyond the door. "Are you smelling my
clothes?"
Sirius cringed. "No. I'm smelling my clothes."
"You want me to stop borrowing your shirts, is that it?"
No, he thought petulantly, but would not give her the satisfaction of saying it out
loud.
"Fine," she huffed after a moment of silence. "I'll just start sleeping naked."
"Careful, kitten," he said without thinking, "I might like that."
She opened the bathroom door and gave him a daring look. "Is that so?"
Sirius winced painfully at the sight of her wearing nothing but a towel—just to
torture him, he assumed. Her skin was pink, and her hair damp. Water droplets cascaded
over her collarbone into the valley between her breasts—sadly covered by the towel.
When she stepped closer, shutting the bathroom door behind her, Sirius could see
water clinging to the small indentations of the silvery-pink Pack Mark on her shoulder. He
briefly wondered if he could lick them off her without her noticing.
Unlikely, he thought, the bloody witch noticed me smelling her clothes from behind a closed door.
"Did you have a nice shower?" he asked, trying to fill the silence as she walked to
her side of the bed. She placed her wand down on the side table after casting a quick Drying
Charm on her hair, which swiftly fell down her back in soft curls.
She scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Small talk? Is that what we've been reduced to?"
Sirius sighed loudly. "Mia, give me a break here."