the_debt_of_time

It was not even dawn when Mia's eyes slowly opened, and she found herself in a
bed that was not her own. She breathed in deeply, letting the surrounding scents wash over
her: parchment, grass, and leather. Sirius. She looked down at the handsome, pale frame
beside her. Merlin, but he is beautiful, she thought to herself as she raked her gaze over the
lines of Sirius's body, following the planes of his chest down the trail of coarse, black hair
under his navel that vanished beneath a white bed-sheet where their legs tangled together.
Mia smiled admiringly as she softly ran the tips of her fingers over his skin,
wondering what other tattoos would eventually be inked there. Between his long, raven
hair, the promise of future tattoos, and the black leather jacket that was now hanging over
his trunk at the foot of his bed, she could not imagine a more devilishly handsome man.
Struck by the beauty of him, she silently prayed he would not open his eyes. If she were to
face the various shades of grey and silver in her current state, she might actually blush.
As it was, Sirius did not open his eyes. He did, however, moan at the feel of her
fingers toying with the ends of his hair. The hand that was still firmly wrapped around her
waist, tucked into the red and gold Quidditch robes that he insisted remain on her body
for as long as possible, tugged her closer to him. She could feel his morning hardness
pressed against her thigh.
Without ever opening his eyes to face the daylight, Sirius groaned as he ground
himself against her leg before slowly, lazily parting her thighs and resting one on top of his
hip.
Mia smiled with interest, watching him closely as he sleepily slid into her. Hot, wet,
and still sore from the previous night, she whimpered at the completely welcome intrusion,
tilting her hips forward when he refused to move faster.
He groaned and slapped her hand away when she moved a second time, causing her
to grin.
"Sirius," Mia whispered, "I know you're awake."
"No, I'm not," he mumbled quietly as he continued to move, pushing and pulling,
in and out and in and out, tortuously slow and teasing. His hand moved from her waist to
cup the curve of her arse and pull her tight against him as he finally quickened his pace.
Still, she watched his face closely, doing her best not to roll her eyes into the back
of her head despite the delicious new angle his cock found purely by instinct. Eyes closed
and his lower lip caught between his teeth in focus, Sirius concentrated on each thrust,