the_debt_of_time

"You make me a little stupid. To be honest, I think it's right stupid of you to even
consider wanting to be with someone like me." He frowned and met her disapproving
glower without fear. He was not intimidated by her anger; he was turned on by it—always
had been. "I am not good, Mia."
For once, instead of arguing the point, trying to convince him that yes, yes he was,
Mia shook her head and met his stare before declaring, "I don't care."
Sirius barked a laugh and stood up, reaching down and pulling Mia to her feet in
one rough tug. He shoved her hard against the wall like he had done that first night after
Remus's sixteenth birthday. She squealed at the movement, then gasped as she found
herself against the wall once more.
"You don't care that I'm not good?"
"You're not bad," Mia finally said, staring up at him. "Why do you think you have
to be some bloody hero in order to be acceptable to me?"
"Because you're good, and you deserve it," he answered immediately. "I'm more
than likely one blink away from mentally snapping, considering my family. I'm constantly
being chased by Death Eaters, who also have it out for my friends. I've got a nasty
reputation and an even worse temper. Need I remind you that I willingly tried to trap Snape
with a werewolf?"
"Need I remind you that you felt remorse for what you did?" Mia narrowed her eyes
at him. "And why on earth do you think I'm so above you? Blood or not, Dorea Black was
my mother, same family as yours. Never mind that I'm also Muggle-born, and Death Eaters
will come after me no matter what. I also have a bad habit of cursing any girl that dares to
mess with you, and one I even Portkeyed into the Black Lake."
"Tele-Portkeyed," he corrected. "Besides, it was the shallow end."
She smirked at him.
"Mia, I am not Remus," Sirius said with a heavy sigh. "I am not sweet and doting. I
won't read you poetry because that shit bores me to tears. I am fucking selfish, and greedy,
and when I look at you.. ." He groaned and firmly gripped her hips, grinding his pelvis
against her, his hardness pressing against her belly. Mia gasped, and Sirius groaned at the
sound. "When I touch you... I don't know if I can control myself."
"I don't want you to," she said on a breath. "You are selfish and greedy, and I'm
well aware that you'll never read me poetry, nor would I ask you to. I didn't choose Remus,"