the_debt_of_time

Mia audibly gasped at the announcement.
Staring into his eyes, she could see the vulnerability and openness that Sirius had
never been known to display. A part of her briefly understood how he could be terrible at
Occlumency. When his walls broke, they shattered, and she knew that there would be no
resistance whatsoever if she attempted Legilimency on him right then; but she would never
do such a thing, especially not in that moment.
"It's bloody terrifying and painful," Sirius said, putting a hand over his bare skin
where her name was visibly inked into him over his heart—a drunken joke turned
permanent romantic gesture. If she had not known him better, she would have thought he
had planned it out all along. "And most days when I look at you, I feel like my chest will
cave in on me unless I say something, but I still usually choose not to say anything."
"Why?" she asked with a frown, tracing the edges of his lips with her finger, smiling
softly when he paused to kiss the tip.
"Stubborn pride?" Sirius suggested.
"I love you too, Sirius."
"More than Remus?" he inquired in a light, teasing tone.
"Prat." Mia rolled her eyes, slapping his chest.
That only prompted him to grasp her hands and flip her onto her back. He grinned
down as he positioned himself above her, slender wrists caught in his much larger hands,
and that typical smug smirk on his face that was silent praise to himself for catching his
prize.
"So, was last night a thing of poetry?" He leant down to place open-mouthed kisses
along her collarbone. "Isn't that how sex with Remus is supposed to be? I have to admit,
I'm feeling a little let down. I wasn't romanced in the slightest."
Mia blushed a bit at the memory of Remus and Sirius surrounding her body—
inside of her body—pressing her tightly between them. She recalled years earlier in the
basement of Grimmauld Place when she first had seen Sirius's Pack Mark. He had shown
her, Harry, and Ron while they all argued with Remus over the fact that only a fully
transformed werewolf could pass along lycanthropy.
"You want proof? Moony, if saliva, semen, or blood transferred your furry little problem to others
without a full moon, then I'd have a furry little problem of my own! Oh, uh... blood," he clarified when