the_debt_of_time

Sirius rode out the waves of her climax with her, and the fluttering velvet walls
pulled him down, firmly gripping him like a pulsating vice. Once she let out a tell-tale sigh
of contentment, he growled and drove into her again and again, savouring the moan she
let escape her swollen lips. He stole four more thrusts before burying his length to the hilt
and spilling himself inside her warmth, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he collapsed
against her.
They stayed like that for several minutes, coming down from the high. Sirius's
forehead rested against hers; they were both breathing hard and heavy, breath mingling.
He leant forward, kissing her softly, not having the proper words to tell her how he felt,
considering the blood had yet to return to his brain.
He pulled himself off of her, settling next to her on the mattress, which now felt
cool against his burning skin. He draped an arm over her waist, tugging her until her sweat-
soaked back was flush against his chest. He buried his face in her tangled mane of brown
curls and breathed her in before placing gentle kisses on her bare shoulders, laughing lightly
when he realised her half-opened nightdress was still bunched around her hips.
"Lift up," Sirius whispered, sitting up and nudging at her hips. Mia complied silently,
allowing him to completely disrobe her; it all felt a bit silly, after the fact.
He pulled the fabric away from her pelvis and down her thighs, tossing it to the
floor in the direction he assumed her knickers had been thrown in the heat of passion. As
he moved his way back up the bed, he placed tender kisses along her body. Her ankle, her
calf, a spot just behind her knee where he lingered a little longer, her thigh and the beautiful
curve of her hip, where he paused to leave a tingling bite. He placed his hand against her
stomach as he pulled himself up the side of her body, grinning and kissing every inch of
her with reverence. Despite taking as much time as he possibly could before succumbing,
in the blurry vision of lust, Sirius felt he had not had proper opportunity to worship her.
His lips kissed along the dip of her waist but stopped when the smooth flesh
changed in texture. Sirius opened his eyes and looked down. Narrowing his focus, he ran
the pad of his thumb upward along a thin, but very deep, scar that ran the length of her
ribs—a scar he had never seen before.
"Give me your wand."
"I already cast a Contraceptive Charm," Mia muttered sleepily.
"Mia, give me your wand," he demanded again.