the_debt_of_time

"You're alive," Sirius repeated in a soft whisper, pulling her away from his body and
to stare in her eyes. "Mia, you have no idea how.. ." he began to say but stopped. How
scared I was, he silently finished. How scared I was to lose you.
Without a second thought to remind him of the fact that this was James's sister or
that Remus would probably kill him for being so reckless with her, Sirius crushed his lips
against Mia's, desperate to feel her, to taste her.
He had assumed she would be frozen in shock by such a physical declaration, but
he was pleasantly surprised when he felt her hands at the back of his neck, holding him
close to her. She whimpered against his mouth, and Sirius groaned at the sound, savouring
it with delight and vowing to create it again.
He eagerly gripped her arms, holding her tightly, terrified that she would escape and
this moment would end—because it would have to eventually end. He let his hands move
down as he kissed her so that he could rub circles over her ribs until she whimpered again.
He gently traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, silently requesting entrance. When
she opened her mouth, he gratefully took the opportunity to explore. When her own
tongue touched his, Sirius felt his body stiffen as a realisation—a truth—swept through
him:
She tasted how firewhisky felt.
She was warm and delicious, and a burning sensation rose from deep inside of him.
Suddenly, he was terrified. He had not felt this way with Marlene McKinnon months ago
in Hogsmeade. No, his first snogging session had been wet and awkward, all hands and
mouths. He had easily walked away from Marlene after snogging her and, other than the
feeling of pride in his chest and the desire to brag to his friends, nothing lingered.
But this...
This burned him.
It scorched him from the inside out and lit a fire in his lungs that sucked all the
oxygen out of them. His adrenaline-fueled passion turned swiftly to reverence, and his
bruising kiss softened as his hand came up to thread through her messy curls.
He was certain she would hate him once he pulled away, so he needed to tell her
how he felt right now, knowing that he would be unable to do so later with words. He
worshipped every moan and whimper that she sighed into his mouth; for a singular
moment, he imagined that the sounds could sustain him forever. They could heal him and