the_debt_of_time

"You think I don't find you attractive? Sirius, I'm staring at you right now. Not
pictures of you when you were younger. You." She smiled and reached for his hands, which
were both balled into fists at his side. Prying the fingers open, she brought them to her
mouth, kissing the centre of each palm. "I want these rough, callused hands on me," she
whispered to him and then brought his hands to her waist, moving them up her ribs until
his thumbs brushed underneath her breasts.
"Fucking hell," Sirius moaned, the last thread of his resolve snapping. He pulled her
toward him, pressing his lips against hers. Gentle but solid, he moved slow and sure despite
the desperate need that was vibrating between them. He removed one of his hands from
her body and cupped her face as he kissed her. He was not rough with her like he had been
in his youth. Nor was he smug and demanding.
This was love. This was control. This was Sirius giving her anything she wanted.
He was patient with his own desires but smiled against her lips when her tongue
darted out to brush against the seam of his mouth. When he touched it with his own, he
moaned at the contact.
Mia wrapped her arms around his neck, her need obvious and palpable as she clung
to him, pressing her soft curves against his body with hunger, but Sirius remained focused.
She tugged roughly at his hair while he trailed his hands up and down her sides, his
fingers relearning the curve of her waist, the slight dip in her lower back, and soft flesh of
her breasts. When she broke the kiss with a gasp, Sirius stared into her deep, amber eyes
and smiled. His hands rested on her hips, palming her bare flesh when a thought occurred
to him. "You're naked."
"Nine O.W.L.s?" she asked with a sceptical tone in her voice. "Really?"
Sirius's chest rumbled, and he breathed deep. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
he asked before turning and lifting her into his arms in one fluid motion, practically
throwing her onto the mattress.
She landed with a laugh, grinning when he crawled up from the foot of the bed to
hover over her body, staring down at her with awe and hunger. He kept close reins on the
desire. Instead of devouring her like he desperately wanted, he savoured her, placing a kiss
between her breasts before moving south where he rested his forehead against her
abdomen, circling her navel with his tongue to taste her skin.
She tasted like heaven.