the_debt_of_time

When Sirius met Mia up in his room, he found the devious little witch perched at
the foot of his bed, her hair in a wild halo around her face, curls slipping down past her
shoulders. The only scrap of her own clothing she had on was a pair of lacy scarlet knickers
that matched perfectly with the open red and gold Quidditch robes she was wearing. When
she tilted her shoulder forward—offering him a decent view of her breasts—he could see
the beginning of his name embroidered on the back of the robes.
Sirius stopped dead at the sight and briefly wondered if his lungs collapsed in the
moment when his eyes connected with the view in front of him.
Merlin, Godric, and Circe... she was wearing his robes, and his name, and his colours,
and sitting on his bed.
His mouth watered as his eyes moved south to take immediate notice that the robes
were not buttoned, so between the slip of soft red fabric was a pale valley of supple flesh,
showcasing the soft curves of her breasts all the way down to her navel. Teasingly, the
fabric covered both nipples, and Sirius felt briefly irritable over the fact but all too quickly
got over it when he realised she was not a photograph from one of his Muggle magazines
but a real woman whom he could touch, taste, undress, and devour.
"If you don't get over here in the next five seconds, Sirius Black," Mia threatened
with a daring smirk, her amber eyes dark and blazing, "I will charm these robes green and
silver, and the BLACK on the back of them might as well reference Regulus."
No longer in control of his human sensibilities, his inner Padfoot growled audibly—
possessively—and Mia grinned at him. Sirius was on top of her faster than she had time to
react, and Mia shrieked and laughed as he pinned her back down against the mattress. He
pushed aside the scarlet fabric to reveal her left breast, eagerly taking the peak of it between
his teeth—sucking, licking, and swirling it teasingly before gently biting down, eliciting the
most wonderful noises from her mouth.
Her back arched off of the bed, but Sirius growled once more, and a firm hand on
her hip shoved her right back down before it returned to her right breast, rolling the
pebbled tip between his fingers while he devoured its twin with his mouth.
Inch by ruthless inch, Sirius descended her body, kissing and nipping his way down
to the apex of her thighs where he breathed in deep and chuckled before nuzzling the
scarlet lace that wrapped his favourite birthday gift. Mia whimpered when he lightly bit
against the fabric before leaning back on his heels to remove his new leather jacket,