the_debt_of_time

"Sirius?" she whispered as she sat down on the edge of his bed, reaching out and
gently stroking the side of his face. "Sirius, wake up."
His breathing quickened at her touch, and he bolted upright, grey eyes wide and
dangerous. She was reminded of the man she met in the Shrieking Shack: he looked broken
and wild and threatening. She inhaled sharply at the sight of his crazed stare, cursing herself
for how she felt her face flush at the sight.
"Sirius?"
He growled, low and quiet, and she thought for a moment that he might still be lost
in the nightmare and try to strike out at her.
She gasped when he reached out and grabbed her arms, pulling her forward. She
barely had a chance to half-mutter his name before he crashed his lips against hers in a
raging, bruising kiss.