the_debt_of_time

Mia threw back her head and laughed. "Whatever gets you going, love." She
shrieked when he lightly dug his fingers into her ribs. "Put me down, you filthy mutt! Wait!
Where are we going?"
"To see your Valentine's Day gift."
"Wait, you actually got me something?"
"Kitten," Sirius said with a sigh. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but if I gave
Remus chocolates whenever I wanted to smother you in presents, we would have a very
fat werewolf on our hands. Now, while that image may be hilarious, and I might fatten him
up regardless, you will have to indulge me every once in a while when I simply need—
yes, need—to wrap shiny things in bows and give them to you."
She furrowed her brows. "How shiny?"
"Very shiny." He stepped into the large bathroom and turned to face her toward
the bathtub, which yesterday, had been ceramic, but today was a shiny copper clawfoot.
Mia's mouth dropped. "Fred and George really still had it?"
"Fuck, no. Someone ripped the thing out years ago, I guess," he said, setting her
feet down on the marble floor. "Someone like Dung probably stripped the place bare of
anything worth a few Galleons long before the twins bought the place. I purchased this
one last week."
Mia slowly approached the large tub, already filled with hot water and bubbles. Her
smile widened when she felt Sirius at her back, pressing his erection against her arse as he
pulled at her robes, revealing shoulders that were bare save for the thin, black strap of a
bra.
He placed a gentle kiss against her Pack Mark and then ran his tongue down the
splinching scar that cut through her shoulder blade, breathing hot against her skin until he
was kneeling with his cheek pressed against her lower back. Rough, callused hands pulled
at the soft fabric of her bra, tugging it down her arms and tossing it aside. Without a word,
he ran his hands up the front of her legs, reaching for the zipper of her jeans, slowly pulling
on it and parting the denim from her skin, revealing black lace knickers.
He crawled around to face the front of her and leant forward, placing a soft kiss to
the tattoo on her inner thigh, moaning when she raked her fingers through his hair in
response.
"Nope," he said, pulling away from her. "Tonight's not about that."