the_debt_of_time

"You set my mother on fire?" Sirius gave her a heated stare before hitching her
thigh against his hip, rubbing his sudden erection against her. "Keep talking like that and
you'll need to put out another fire."
Mia quirked her lips and threw her head back, laughing. "That's a terrible line. But
hold that thought. I made a trip to the Apothecary this morning," she said, reaching into
her handbag and pulling out a small bottle of bright red, oval eggs.
Sirius took the bottle from her and examined it.
"Care to take a guess?"
Sirius scoffed, offended. "I was in Advanced Potions right next to you and Lily,
thank you very much. Ashwinder eggs. You planning on brewing Amortentia?" He leered
before saying in a voice made husky in arousal, "I have to tell you, kitten,
it's very unnecessary. Give me a Love Potion, and I'm liable to lose my mind and break
this sweet little body of yours." Brushing his lips against her jaw, he slid his hands to her
waist and regarded her thoughtfully. "Though, I am curious as to what yours smells like."
She smiled suggestively at him. "Fresh cut grass, parchment, and leather."
"That sounds familiar. I like leather. I'd like to take leather straps and tie you up
against this wall," he said and picked her up, pressing her against the wall and pushing her
wrists above her head as he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, repeating the action
until she broke and let out a whimper. He chuckled against her skin and pressed himself
against her centre with a groan.
"What does yours smell like?" she asked him, moaning.
"Firewhisky," he whispered in her ear. "Honey. And strawberries."
"You're a liar."
He laughed and nipped her earlobe. "It smells like the orchards behind Potter
Manor. What else? That and old books. I wasn't lying about the firewhisky, though," he
said as he licked his way up her throat, ignoring the prejudiced slurs Walburga was throwing
at them from her portrait.
"As much as I'd love to continue this.. ." Mia gasped when his hand palmed her
breast and the pad of his thumb stroked over a nipple. "I'm not having sex with you in
front of your mother. I draw the line there, and let's be honest, that line has been pretty
flexible up until now."
Sirius lowered her. "To the bedroom, then?"