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make him no longer Sirius Black—no pureblood supremacy, no expectations, no hatred,
or bigotry. No choices to make or future to face and certainly no dragging her down with
him.
He was pulled from his despairing thoughts when she nibbled on his lower lip, and
his eyes rolled as he felt every ounce of blood in his head rapidly drift south with the
gushing force of a waterfall.
"Mia," he whispered, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her tight against him.
She felt perfect. She felt like... like... Mine.
Mine, Mia thought and tried not to cry.
Her hands touched his chest, and her eyes opened. In the shimmer of her still-lit
wand that had fallen to the ground, her eyes needily sought out inked flesh and scars but
only found pale, flawless skin.
Her first kiss with an older Sirius had been passionate, desperate, and deliciously
punishing. This younger Sirius lavished her with gentle hands and soft, eager lips. A part
of her wondered if they were, in fact, two very different men, but he tasted like firewhisky
and smelled like fresh cut grass and leather.
She kissed him desperately, trying to find her Sirius inside of him. She ran her fingers
up the length of his neck and moaned when his hands graced her hips and held tight. She
wanted to tell him. Tell him everything—the truth that she had been hiding for years, but she
knew she could not.
He touched her so gently that it drove her mad, and she wanted nothing more than
to crawl into his lap as she had years ago—or technically, as she would twenty-five years
from now. The taste of him brought her back to her own timeline, and she fought back
the tears that were surely on their way as he unknowingly plucked at the string of their
bond; it vibrated through her, sending shivers up her spine.
He must have felt it too. He broke the kiss with a loud gasp the very moment that
she felt the emptiness in her soul shiver with satisfaction.
"Mia, I'm so sorry."
She knew that look. A very specific type of panic.
She had seen it only once before in her life, shortly after the end of the war when
Sirius all but tricked her into befriending Draco Malfoy, who was having trouble adjusting
to his new blood-traitor status. The two had gone to lunch, and the little ferret insinuated