Another Birthday Teaser!
Happy Birthday, godricgal !
Have a WONDERFUL day!!
For her birthday, here is a teaser from my new Sirius (yes, folks, you heard me, Sirius) WIP. I've been bouncing ideas off the very gracious godricgal, so it's only fitting that she gets the first glimpse of it on her birthday! I think I'm going to call the story To Be and To Have, but I don't have a title for this particular scene since it's only a partial chapter and I haven't written much leading up to it. This scene takes place later in the story; but for reasons which will be obvious when you read it, it couldn't wait to be written, lol. FYI, this scene got me through the grueling long hours of work I've endured lately. ;)
A quick summary of what this fic will be: I wanted to pair Sirius with Marlene McKinnon, who is a canon character mentioned from the First War (thanks for the tip, ladybracknell!). In this story Sirius has painted himself into a corner with all his dalliances, so that when he finally DOES fall in love - with the very mysterious Marlene, in this case - she doesn't want a thing to do with him. This bit of the story, however, represents a departure from her usual attitude towards him. ;)
Happy Birthday, godricgal! Hope you like your present!
WARNING: SMUT AHEAD
“Well.”
Time for the usual farewell pleasantries, and a matter-of-fact tone. Sirius was getting better at it. Remus would be so proud, the wanker. Remus, after all, was the king of Showing Restraint, wasn’t he? And at the foot of the master, Sirius was becoming quite the expert at squelching his urges.
“Good night, then, Marlene,” he said briskly, sounding not at all like himself, his sharp voice echoing in the nearly-empty living room of his nothing-if-not-functional bachelor flat.
Sirius really didn’t know how much longer he could stand being Marlene’s partner on this mission. She knew more about Dolohov and Travers than he did; someone else could take over, then, couldn’t they? It wouldn’t make that much difference, would it, in the end?
But there was a reason this thought did no more than ramble through his head ineffectually, like a tumbleweed crossing the road in a ghost town from one of Remus’ American western novels. And that reason was that the thought of not seeing Marlene every day didn’t quite settle right in his stomach, either.
Besides, he didn’t think those damned dreams would stop just because she wasn’t a fixture in his daily life.
“Good night, Sirius,” Marlene replied, tucking the charmed maps back into the pocket of her robes. But she didn’t move. Her dusky blue eyes lingered on his face, and she looked - what - confused? Did she want to ask him something? He’d never before seen her at a loss for words; was something wrong?
Sirius smiled, flummoxed by her hesitation. She of the hasty departures … wasn’t departing. Marlene, still pausing at the door, smiled back at Sirius. A pleasant goodbye? He felt his eyebrows quirk involuntarily.
It was probably only three seconds that passed as she stood with her hand on the brass doorknob, her glittering eyes locked on his.
But in those three seconds, everything changed.
Some dim part of his brain said Fuck it, while another part screamed that he was about to make a dog's breakfast of things, if he did this. But on instinct, Sirius leaned deliberately in and fastened his lips on hers, wrapping one hand around the nape of her neck underneath her pale hair.
Marlene inhaled quickly, surprised by the sudden move, but she didn’t resist.
In fact …
What is this?
Her fingers cradled his face, as if she’d expected this for some time. As if it - he - was familiar. Welcome, even. Not the womanizing bastard she’d once called him. A man, perhaps, altogether nicer, a man someone like Marlene might actually have been waiting for.
He felt her lips part, meeting his kisses warmly.
Is this ...?
Her eyes found his, and, being this close, Sirius felt lost in their clear blueness, as though he were falling upward into the evening sky. The lids fluttered closed, but he couldn’t stop looking. Her lashes were long, thick, and golden, only slightly darker than her complexion. Mesmerising. Worth memorising.
Sirius heard the quiet rustle of her simple black cloak dropping to the floor.
Slow, slow, her commanded himself.
But his body found its way to hers and, as he pushed her against the unyielding door, he heard a distinct whimper. Whimpers were usually a good sign, some remote part of his brain that knew all about these things told him.
But he wasn’t quite listening to that part of his brain. Something else was speaking more loudly now.
Something unexpected.
Something entirely unused to speaking aloud at all.
Is it ...?
An uncontrollable thudding in his chest. Erratic. Frightened. Exhilarated.
Any minute it might burst through his breast.
What is this? he again thought dimly. Sirius wasn’t used to analysing his feelings while a woman was driving him to such heights of desire. But somehow, right at the moment, it seemed unavoidable.
Marlene’s hands searched his body as she kissed him violently now, almost furiously, with more fervor than he’d been the recipient of as an oversexed teenager in the stuffy broom closets of Hogwarts, and certainly since then. He returned her kisses with equal zeal, feeling all of a sudden rather inexpert and loving it.
He couldn’t kiss her deeply enough.
This … this is … this is …
Amazingly, he felt Marlene tugging awkwardly at his jumper, and with one arm Sirius obliged, swiftly yanking it sideways over his head, the other hand remaining firmly at the small of her back, keeping her snugly against him. His long, black hair was in his face now, and she was kissing him through it, and he couldn’t be bothered to flick it away. She groaned into his mouth as he ground into her. The door creaked against the weight of their bodies. He felt one of her legs shift aside and he pressed again. This time it was he who whimpered, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care.
He ran his fingers through the long strands of her straw-coloured hair, clutched it, brought the ends of the tendrils, still tangled in his grasp, to her face as he cupped her cheek. The unexpected scent of magnolia made him want to collapse at her feet.
Marlene …
You …
Her eyes searched his face, the lids half-closing now in that transcendent feeling of need that he knew so well, while his hand found her buttock, her hip, her ribs, her breast.
She was kissing him as if he were a lover she thought she’d lost long ago.
She was kissing him as if she meant it.
And he was kissing her as if -
I love you.
The thought entered unbidden, speaking its foreign language into his uninitiated, eager ear.
His brain grappled with this new information even as his hands - could they be shaking? - began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, so red against her white skin. Underneath the blouse Marlene wore a sensible cotton bra, black. Blue veins shone delicately through the pale skin of her breastbone and spread outward like a spider’s web toward the gentle swell of her breasts. Sirius thought the flesh there looked like the petal of some rare, pallid flower that blooms only at night. He smiled into her kisses, nearly chuckling at himself. Looking on Marlene, he thought, poetic language seemed appropriate.
I love you.
The knowledge settled over him as comfortably as sunshine on morning mist, and now her blouse was off and so was his tee shirt and she was unbuckling his belt, and that felt right as rain, too. It had always been only a matter of time before this happened. How could he ever have doubted?
I love you.
There was room for I love you as well as for the sensations electrifying his flesh, although as his naked torso met hers he wondered if a man’s body could shatter from the loud hum of his own primitive vibrations. I love you suddenly made sense, even as she tugged at his jeans, slipped a hot-fingered hand inside.
A throaty groan left him. His fingers began gathering up the fabric of her skirt until they found her warm skin, her thigh, the back of her knee as she wrapped that leg around him and allowed him to thrust against her, fabric against fabric, heat next to heat, their hot breath moistening each other’s lips and cheeks as they strained towards one another.
I love you.
Sirius’ other hand, still shaking, reached behind Marlene to unfasten her bra. He easily could have removed it with a wordless spell; but after so many months of waiting and wanting, he wished to take this as slowly as he could. He smiled into her lips as he realized that two shaking hands might be required, and he felt a puff of air as she giggled back at him, like a teenager. He laughed softly, continuing to kiss her.
I love you with each kiss. I love you. I love you.
He nearly had the clasp undone when the clock on the mantle began to chime, its low bonnng … bonnng … bonnng filling the silence and echoing through Sirius’ empty flat.
Marlene grew rigid, and the bra clasp slipped from his grasp with a snap against her skin.
“What time is it?” she muttered into Sirius’ searching mouth.
“I dunno,” he managed, immediately fighting again with the hooks.
“Wait.” She pulled her lips away and looked across his living room at the clock, still chiming, over his bare shoulder.
Sirius looked, too, then turned back. “Ten o’clock,” he whispered in her ear. While he was there, he noticed that her neck needed kissing, and he commenced at once.
“No, no, Sirius,” said Marlene huskily. “I have to go.”
“What? Why?” He tried to hold onto the hands that were pushing his hips away, but she was already bending over.
“I have to go,” she repeated, retrieving her blouse from the floor. “Sorry.”
Marlene didn’t quite meet his eye as she hastily buttoned her blouse; but she did look sorry, and Sirius drew courage from that.
“Marlene - ”
“I’m sorry,” she said again, a little curtly this time. Her eyes darted towards the door.
“Shouldn’t we at least - ” He was about to say talk about this. Oh dear Merlin, what was happening to him? If things were going too quickly, he’d stop and make them a late dinner. They could just talk, about something other than Order business. About the two of them, perhaps, and what the fuck was going on between them. He reached helplessly for her waist again.
She fastened her cloak over her shoulders and leaned in to give him a small kiss on the lips, which quickly turned into another long, impassioned snog. Only when Sirius began tugging at her buttons a second time did she reach for the doorknob and hastily let herself out.
He stood in the doorway of his flat - shirtless, jeans unfastened, sweating and panting and aroused - and listened to her footsteps clatter down the stairs. The front door creaked open and shut again with a muffled and final thunk.
Sirius stood there for several minutes and looked at the empty stairwell until he was no longer panting. As the sweat on his back slowly dried, he began to shiver.
“Merlin’s third ball,” he finally murmured to no one.
Sirius Black was in love.
He turned around and glared at the clock on the mantle.
“Out the window with you,” he said to it.
The Black family heirloom didn’t speak again until it sailed down two stories and hit the pavement below.
Have a WONDERFUL day!!
For her birthday, here is a teaser from my new Sirius (yes, folks, you heard me, Sirius) WIP. I've been bouncing ideas off the very gracious godricgal, so it's only fitting that she gets the first glimpse of it on her birthday! I think I'm going to call the story To Be and To Have, but I don't have a title for this particular scene since it's only a partial chapter and I haven't written much leading up to it. This scene takes place later in the story; but for reasons which will be obvious when you read it, it couldn't wait to be written, lol. FYI, this scene got me through the grueling long hours of work I've endured lately. ;)
A quick summary of what this fic will be: I wanted to pair Sirius with Marlene McKinnon, who is a canon character mentioned from the First War (thanks for the tip, ladybracknell!). In this story Sirius has painted himself into a corner with all his dalliances, so that when he finally DOES fall in love - with the very mysterious Marlene, in this case - she doesn't want a thing to do with him. This bit of the story, however, represents a departure from her usual attitude towards him. ;)
Happy Birthday, godricgal! Hope you like your present!
WARNING: SMUT AHEAD
“Well.”
Time for the usual farewell pleasantries, and a matter-of-fact tone. Sirius was getting better at it. Remus would be so proud, the wanker. Remus, after all, was the king of Showing Restraint, wasn’t he? And at the foot of the master, Sirius was becoming quite the expert at squelching his urges.
“Good night, then, Marlene,” he said briskly, sounding not at all like himself, his sharp voice echoing in the nearly-empty living room of his nothing-if-not-functional bachelor flat.
Sirius really didn’t know how much longer he could stand being Marlene’s partner on this mission. She knew more about Dolohov and Travers than he did; someone else could take over, then, couldn’t they? It wouldn’t make that much difference, would it, in the end?
But there was a reason this thought did no more than ramble through his head ineffectually, like a tumbleweed crossing the road in a ghost town from one of Remus’ American western novels. And that reason was that the thought of not seeing Marlene every day didn’t quite settle right in his stomach, either.
Besides, he didn’t think those damned dreams would stop just because she wasn’t a fixture in his daily life.
“Good night, Sirius,” Marlene replied, tucking the charmed maps back into the pocket of her robes. But she didn’t move. Her dusky blue eyes lingered on his face, and she looked - what - confused? Did she want to ask him something? He’d never before seen her at a loss for words; was something wrong?
Sirius smiled, flummoxed by her hesitation. She of the hasty departures … wasn’t departing. Marlene, still pausing at the door, smiled back at Sirius. A pleasant goodbye? He felt his eyebrows quirk involuntarily.
It was probably only three seconds that passed as she stood with her hand on the brass doorknob, her glittering eyes locked on his.
But in those three seconds, everything changed.
Some dim part of his brain said Fuck it, while another part screamed that he was about to make a dog's breakfast of things, if he did this. But on instinct, Sirius leaned deliberately in and fastened his lips on hers, wrapping one hand around the nape of her neck underneath her pale hair.
Marlene inhaled quickly, surprised by the sudden move, but she didn’t resist.
In fact …
What is this?
Her fingers cradled his face, as if she’d expected this for some time. As if it - he - was familiar. Welcome, even. Not the womanizing bastard she’d once called him. A man, perhaps, altogether nicer, a man someone like Marlene might actually have been waiting for.
He felt her lips part, meeting his kisses warmly.
Is this ...?
Her eyes found his, and, being this close, Sirius felt lost in their clear blueness, as though he were falling upward into the evening sky. The lids fluttered closed, but he couldn’t stop looking. Her lashes were long, thick, and golden, only slightly darker than her complexion. Mesmerising. Worth memorising.
Sirius heard the quiet rustle of her simple black cloak dropping to the floor.
Slow, slow, her commanded himself.
But his body found its way to hers and, as he pushed her against the unyielding door, he heard a distinct whimper. Whimpers were usually a good sign, some remote part of his brain that knew all about these things told him.
But he wasn’t quite listening to that part of his brain. Something else was speaking more loudly now.
Something unexpected.
Something entirely unused to speaking aloud at all.
Is it ...?
An uncontrollable thudding in his chest. Erratic. Frightened. Exhilarated.
Any minute it might burst through his breast.
What is this? he again thought dimly. Sirius wasn’t used to analysing his feelings while a woman was driving him to such heights of desire. But somehow, right at the moment, it seemed unavoidable.
Marlene’s hands searched his body as she kissed him violently now, almost furiously, with more fervor than he’d been the recipient of as an oversexed teenager in the stuffy broom closets of Hogwarts, and certainly since then. He returned her kisses with equal zeal, feeling all of a sudden rather inexpert and loving it.
He couldn’t kiss her deeply enough.
This … this is … this is …
Amazingly, he felt Marlene tugging awkwardly at his jumper, and with one arm Sirius obliged, swiftly yanking it sideways over his head, the other hand remaining firmly at the small of her back, keeping her snugly against him. His long, black hair was in his face now, and she was kissing him through it, and he couldn’t be bothered to flick it away. She groaned into his mouth as he ground into her. The door creaked against the weight of their bodies. He felt one of her legs shift aside and he pressed again. This time it was he who whimpered, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care.
He ran his fingers through the long strands of her straw-coloured hair, clutched it, brought the ends of the tendrils, still tangled in his grasp, to her face as he cupped her cheek. The unexpected scent of magnolia made him want to collapse at her feet.
Marlene …
You …
Her eyes searched his face, the lids half-closing now in that transcendent feeling of need that he knew so well, while his hand found her buttock, her hip, her ribs, her breast.
She was kissing him as if he were a lover she thought she’d lost long ago.
She was kissing him as if she meant it.
And he was kissing her as if -
I love you.
The thought entered unbidden, speaking its foreign language into his uninitiated, eager ear.
His brain grappled with this new information even as his hands - could they be shaking? - began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, so red against her white skin. Underneath the blouse Marlene wore a sensible cotton bra, black. Blue veins shone delicately through the pale skin of her breastbone and spread outward like a spider’s web toward the gentle swell of her breasts. Sirius thought the flesh there looked like the petal of some rare, pallid flower that blooms only at night. He smiled into her kisses, nearly chuckling at himself. Looking on Marlene, he thought, poetic language seemed appropriate.
I love you.
The knowledge settled over him as comfortably as sunshine on morning mist, and now her blouse was off and so was his tee shirt and she was unbuckling his belt, and that felt right as rain, too. It had always been only a matter of time before this happened. How could he ever have doubted?
I love you.
There was room for I love you as well as for the sensations electrifying his flesh, although as his naked torso met hers he wondered if a man’s body could shatter from the loud hum of his own primitive vibrations. I love you suddenly made sense, even as she tugged at his jeans, slipped a hot-fingered hand inside.
A throaty groan left him. His fingers began gathering up the fabric of her skirt until they found her warm skin, her thigh, the back of her knee as she wrapped that leg around him and allowed him to thrust against her, fabric against fabric, heat next to heat, their hot breath moistening each other’s lips and cheeks as they strained towards one another.
I love you.
Sirius’ other hand, still shaking, reached behind Marlene to unfasten her bra. He easily could have removed it with a wordless spell; but after so many months of waiting and wanting, he wished to take this as slowly as he could. He smiled into her lips as he realized that two shaking hands might be required, and he felt a puff of air as she giggled back at him, like a teenager. He laughed softly, continuing to kiss her.
I love you with each kiss. I love you. I love you.
He nearly had the clasp undone when the clock on the mantle began to chime, its low bonnng … bonnng … bonnng filling the silence and echoing through Sirius’ empty flat.
Marlene grew rigid, and the bra clasp slipped from his grasp with a snap against her skin.
“What time is it?” she muttered into Sirius’ searching mouth.
“I dunno,” he managed, immediately fighting again with the hooks.
“Wait.” She pulled her lips away and looked across his living room at the clock, still chiming, over his bare shoulder.
Sirius looked, too, then turned back. “Ten o’clock,” he whispered in her ear. While he was there, he noticed that her neck needed kissing, and he commenced at once.
“No, no, Sirius,” said Marlene huskily. “I have to go.”
“What? Why?” He tried to hold onto the hands that were pushing his hips away, but she was already bending over.
“I have to go,” she repeated, retrieving her blouse from the floor. “Sorry.”
Marlene didn’t quite meet his eye as she hastily buttoned her blouse; but she did look sorry, and Sirius drew courage from that.
“Marlene - ”
“I’m sorry,” she said again, a little curtly this time. Her eyes darted towards the door.
“Shouldn’t we at least - ” He was about to say talk about this. Oh dear Merlin, what was happening to him? If things were going too quickly, he’d stop and make them a late dinner. They could just talk, about something other than Order business. About the two of them, perhaps, and what the fuck was going on between them. He reached helplessly for her waist again.
She fastened her cloak over her shoulders and leaned in to give him a small kiss on the lips, which quickly turned into another long, impassioned snog. Only when Sirius began tugging at her buttons a second time did she reach for the doorknob and hastily let herself out.
He stood in the doorway of his flat - shirtless, jeans unfastened, sweating and panting and aroused - and listened to her footsteps clatter down the stairs. The front door creaked open and shut again with a muffled and final thunk.
Sirius stood there for several minutes and looked at the empty stairwell until he was no longer panting. As the sweat on his back slowly dried, he began to shiver.
“Merlin’s third ball,” he finally murmured to no one.
Sirius Black was in love.
He turned around and glared at the clock on the mantle.
“Out the window with you,” he said to it.
The Black family heirloom didn’t speak again until it sailed down two stories and hit the pavement below.