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Chapter 9: I know (Sirius Black x Fem!reader)

Summary: Your family invites Sirius to join your winter break vacation. Moments are shared, feelings are had, things start to get spicy.

Warnings: definitely spelling mistakes, I didn’t proof read so…. I tried to avoid mentioning Christmas but it does take place during that time (I think the only time I use the word is when referring to Christmas lights). Some angst?? (Nothing more than other chapters tho). Maybe some underlying hornyness??? (Hehe sorry, it just sort of…happened idk) I don’t remember all of this cuz I wrote some parts a long time ago. Please, please tell me if I missed anything!

Word count: 2235

A/n: ummmm okay so this was way too fun to write. I cut out some bits so I could post this sooner but like let’s just say they’re on vacation for longer than two days lol. I really really hope you like it! I would love to hear your thoughts cuz some pretty big things happen here hehehehehe. Happy reading my lovely sunshines!

It’s been three months that you and Sirius have been pretending to date. Schools kept the both of you busy. You haven’t been seeing each other as regularly as you were at the start of the relationship, if that’s what you’d call it. You’re grateful for the distance. The less you see him, the less you think about him. Or so you thought. He somehow still manages to cross your mind. A lot.

You’ve limited yourself to sending Sirius one letter a week to slow down your inevitable process of falling in love. You can feel it slowly creeping into your chest, sneakily making its way to your heart. It's the worst case scenario, and yet you crave it.

You might have limited yourself to sending one letter a week, but Sirius has not. He sends you letters every day, sometimes more than once. You’ve rationalized that it would be impolite to leave these unanswered and you therefore must answer.

So you and Sirius update each other every day and you hate it. You hate it because it’s your favourite part of the day. You hate it because it’s something you long for. One minute you’ll be reading about underage magic wizarding laws and the next you’re wondering what funny annectodt Sirius will share in his letters today. Your mind easily drifts from Sirius’ letters to Sirius and suddenly you’re thinking about him and his pretty smile and his pretty hair and his pretty hands and-

The last thing you need is to spend a long period of time with him. So, of course your parents invite him to join your winter break vacation. Every year your family goes on a trip during the holidays. This year you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps. No, correction; you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps with Sirius Orion Black.

Your stomach is brewing up a strange concoction of stress, excitement, fear and joy. At every little thought of spending time with Sirius, your stomach lurches with anticipation. A moment later it drops with anguish and ties into a multitude of stress as you nervously imagine what this trip could be like.

You hear the knock on the front door from your bedroom. Next thing you know you’re rushing down the stairs to greet Sirius. He smiles graciously at you, a duffle bag in hand. He is wearing a long black wool trench-coat jacket. A maroon knitted hat is covering his head and ears. He’s sporting a dark grey scarf that he’s flung loosely over his shoulder. His cheeks are a little rosy from the cold. You suck in a breath, admiring just how beautiful he looks.

“Do you think they will have alpine skiing there? I read about it in a muggle magazine. I was sort of hoping we could try it out.” Bubbles Sirius as he steps past you and into your front entrance.

Your parents rush in to greet him, giving hugs and kisses and praising the quality of his coat. Finally Sirius makes his way back to you, pulling you into a tight hug and whispering in your ear. “I can’t wait to spend all this time with you.” And squeezing you a little tighter.

You and your family apparate to the resort where the concierge then guides you to your rooms. As you step out of the magical elevator and into the hall, it is immediately apparent that your parents splurged for this trip. The furnishing shines from frequent polish, there are expressive flowers on every table and lavish armchairs at every six steps.

The concierge walks the four of you to the end of the hall where there are two doors. You immediately assume it to be one for you and one for Sirius. They’re probably just dropping the two of you off before they go to an even fancier room for themselves. Your heart skips a beat as you slowly put it all together. The concierge gives Sirius a key, and then gives your mother a key. You frantically look at him, praying there’s another key, but he’s empty handed.

Sirius unlocks the door to the room on the left, stepping in. You quickly turn to your mother, grabbing her arm before hissing “We can’t possibly share a room, mother. That would be inappropriate.”

Your mother huffs. “Please, you think I don’t know what you do when you don’t come home until morning.” She waves a hand before entering her own room. “You can thank me later.” She adds before shutting the door.

All that proves is that she has absolutely no clue what you do when you don’t come home. Normally you crash on Sirius’ couch or spend the night at a friend’s. You accept your fate with a sigh before heading to your room. Well, after you tip the concierge that your mother so kindly left for you.

You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your boots and slip out of your jacket, stuffing your scarf into the sleeve. “So? How does it look?” You call out into the suite. No response.

“Sirius?” You try again, hanging your coat in the entrance closet. Still no answer. You hastily walk around the corner, continuing to call out Sirius’ name. You quickly glance around at the absolutely stunning place. Even though you’ve seen your fair share of expensive places, this… well this is really something. A kitchen that conjures anything you can imagine, a living room with heated armchairs, a bathroom with more mirrors than you can count…

Your thoughts are interrupted when you bump into Sirius, who’s standing frozen in the doorway to what you would presume to be the bedroom. “Sirius!” You huff, rubbing your forehead upon impact. “What’s the matter with y-” You cut yourself off and suddenly stand frozen next to Sirius.

Oh. Right. One bed. Why that hadn’t clicked until now is beyond you. The signs were all there. First your mother thinks you're a couple. Second, you find out you were sharing a room. In your defense, hotel rooms with two beds do exist. Third, your mom hints about thinking the two of you share a bed most nights you’re away. This is probably where it should have clicked that you would not be granted the privilege of two beds. Yet here you are absolutely stunned.

To your relief, it would appear Sirius is feeling the same way. Well at least that’s what you think is going on. Neither of you have moved or said a word in minutes. Quite some time passes, yet the two of you continue to stare at the king size bed you’re supposed to share.

“I uh- heard they have uh- a Nordic bath.” He clears his throat. “Do you wanna go for a swim?” His enthusiasm sounds forced but you appreciate him trying to defuse some of the tension.

“Yes.” You immediately answer because you want nothing more than to get out of that room. You spin on your heels to retrieve your duffle bag in the front hall.

“I‘ll change in the bathroom.” You call out, quickly slipping into the loo and closing the door behind you. You lean your back on the door and cover your face with your hands. Your cheeks are burning. You mumble soothing words to yourself as you fan your face frantically.

You finally emerge from the bathroom after splashing cold water in your face, pointing at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself a pep talk. Sirius is pacing in the hall. He snaps around when he hears the bathroom door click open. There’s a loooong moment where Sirius is looking at you, and you’re looking at Sirius. It’s long enough for the both of you to know that you're both checking each other out.

Sirius steps forward and you practically jump back in surprise. He raises his hand in a surrendering apology as you both mumble your sorrys. Wow the both of you are a mess. You throw him a robe, putting yours on too.

“Let’s go.” You clap your hands together loudly, looking forward to some fresh air.

***

After the sun has long gone and the starry night has settled, you and Sirius finally make your way back to your room, noses frozen from the cold, hands pruny from the water, and cheeks sore from smiling.

You quietly get ready, before sliding into bed next to Sirius. Sirius raises his arm, never looking away from his quidditch magazine, indicating you to slide next to him. You scoot over and rest your head onto his chest and wow this feels right. Your head rising and falling with his chest, your legs tangled with his…

Neither you nor Sirius objects when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep as he massages your scalp.

***

Saying that was the best night's sleep in your life would be an understatement. You wake up late morning wrapped in Sirius’ arms. There’s a sliver of sunlight filtering through the curtains, just enough to make out the shadowy outline of Sirius’ face. You quietly observe his features. The pointiness of his nose, the thickness of his eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his slightly parted plush lips.

Without thought, too mesmerized to think, you gently slide your finger across his lower lip. A weak tilt of his head pushes his face out of the light and into the complete darkness. You pout to yourself, losing your source of entertainment (and admiration).

The arm loosely spread out over your waist tightens before it pulls you into a warm and solid chest. You sigh sweetly as you cuddle Sirius and you just can’t help but think again how right this feels. You. Sirius. One bed. Imitating each other’s breathing.

You cuddle shamelessly into the early afternoon. You’ve run your hand through his hair more times than you can count. He’s run his hand up and down your arm for so long that his arm feels like an extension of yours. You’ve become two bodies entwined into one. Sirius’ forehead is pressed to yours as you whisper and giggle to each other. His lips are inches away. You could simply tip your head forwards and your lips would touch his. You can’t get the thought out of your mind. It looms there the whole time. Lost in the moment, you almost do connect them, forgetting you’re not meant to. Forgetting this is all fake.

Finally dragging yourselves out of bed, you start the day. You and Sirius make plans to go walk around the small town and explore the local shops.

The whole thing has a winter wonderland feeling to it. The roofs are sprinkled with fluffy snow, Christmas lights border windows and store doors. Some instruments have been charmed to play festive music. The day flies by as you pop from store to store. With the fast setting sun, the cold sets further into your bones. Surrendering to the cold, the two of you head back inside for the night.

***

Your parents have planned a special dinner at the resort restaurant to finish your trip on a good note. Upon entering the restaurant, arm intertwined with Sirius’ your mother lets out a little yelp. You freeze, utterly shocked that she would express such a reaction in public. You look at her as she points upwards and mouths ‘look up’.

Slowly, both you and Sirius drag your eyes overhead.

“Oh.” You whisper.

“Oh.” Sirius whispers back.

Above you hangs a sprig of mistletoe. This is it, this is your moment. You want to yank Sirius by the lapels of his blazer and desperately smash your lips together. You actually consider doing it for a second but when you look at Sirius it all feels so real, so overwhelming that you get shy.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks cautiously. “We don’t have to. We can find an excuse.” He adds.

“I want to.” Is all you answer before he’s moving forward and you tilt your head and connect your lips with his.

Just like a moth and a flame, or a honeybee and a flower, your lips and his, belong together. Any shred of doubt that you didn't love Sirius fades in that moment because this kiss just screams love. It’s like a shared promise. An assurance that you are his and he is yours. This kiss is the raw and terrifying confession that your heart is for him to take. And the way he’s kissing you back is a promise that he’ll handle it with care, he’ll protect it with all his might.

When you pull away and your eyes connect you almost let the words slip from your mouth. ‘I love you. God, I love you. So much.’

Sirius grabs your hand and squeezes it. You weirdly feel like he’s trying to say ‘I know’.

Your leg bounces impatiently over dinner. The kiss was soft, sweet, affectionate, but you could sense the burn of passion you both withheld. You want to taste it. The smokey, intoxicating taste of passion.

You clear your throat, “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

Sirius quirks his brow at you. You nod slowly communicating that you want him to follow.

A mischievous thrill runs through your veins as you stand and walk to your room, Sirius closely following suit.

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