the_debt_of_time

The sincerity in his tone was almost painful to hear. It stirred something inside of
her that brought relief at the same time that it rekindled the fire in her belly.
Suddenly, he was kissing her again—jump-starting some needy, burning fire of
desire and desperation. She dug her fingers into the taut muscles of his back, terrified that
he would vanish into thin air if she dared to ease up on her grip. He began sliding his
mouth over her jaw and back to the skin of her neck, and Mia gasped as she began to think
that spontaneous human combustion was a very real possibility.
When his fingers touched over the buttons of her nightdress, Mia squeezed her eyes
tight, trying to find a steady way to breathe rather than gasping for air. One by one, he
pulled at each button, delicately, teasingly, and she wondered if he was doing it on purpose
to torture her—all of her dreams of this moment had him tearing at her clothes. In reality,
he took his time, pulling away the fabric and leaving an open-mouthed kiss on every inch
of skin he revealed as he went down. She felt like she was drowning in the sensations,
caught in a riptide of pleasurable anticipation that was dragging her under.
"Sirius, just... Just rip it off."
His chest rumbled in response to her plea, a throaty chuckle escaping his lips as he
ignored her, reaching the fifth button of her night dress that sat at the very bottom of her
sternum. He kissed his way down the valley between her breasts but refused to pull the
fabric away from either side. She expected him to be greedy in devouring her the way she
wanted to devour him, but instead, he was savouring every last excruciating nip of flesh.
When he reached her navel, his movements stopped, and he looked up at her with
a hunger that dissolved her completely. Swiftly, he moved upward, crushing his lips against
hers in a devastating kiss, seeking her tongue with his own, and groaning against her when
he found it.
Frantically, Mia gripped at his back, reaching for the hem of his shirt and tugged it
upward.
Sirius laughed softly at her frustrated need to undress him before granting her silent
request by breaking their kiss and parting with the shirt. He dove in to capture her mouth
once more, but she held him back with the palms of her hands flat against his chest. He let
out a soft whining noise, but Mia shook her head.
"No," she said on a heavy breath. "I need... I need to look at you." She traced her
fingers over the lines along his body, savouring each and every dip and crease. A