silence.

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. They're not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

[serenasmuses]

kol:

          The first sensation of which he became aware upon waking up was emptiness. Even with his eyes still closed, he could sense that there was no one lying in bed next to him. No longer did he have his arm around someone, holding them closer, so he could have started his morning with kissing every available inch of bare skin his lips could reach. Ever since they had started dating ( or that’s what he thought this was; they had never really gotten around to defining their relationship exactly ) and spending nights together again, it had become one of his favorite habits. There was something comforting about the return of one of their domesticated routines, even if Lydia still couldn’t remember them. 

          ( It was alright. He had a feeling she would remember this time around. This time he wouldn’t end up with a broken heart again. )

          “Lydia!” He called out, sighing as he did not receive an instant response. This meant that he had to get out of the bed, something he hadn’t looked forward to doing. “Darling, stop whatever you are doing and come back to bed.” His second attempt was as fruitless as the first one, which caused an annoyed groan to escape from his mouth. “Fine then.” Kol muttered to himself as he finally opened his eyes, immediately standing up and reaching for his pants ( currently laying on the floor, discarded there last night ). Thanks to his enhanced vampire speed, after a couple swift movements, he had put them on and was ready to find his favorite redheaded ( strawberry blonde!, he could hear her reprimand him in his head ) little devil.

          Finding her was a child’s play; he merely had to follow her scent or listen to hear from which room he could the steady beat of her heart. This time he opted for the former, taking a deep breath, allowing his senses to guide him to the correct conclusion. At the realization that she was in the living room, a hint of a grin rose to his lips, a quiet chuckle escaping as well, before he made his way downstairs, using vampire speed. Again. 

          “You know, darling,” He started as he got there, his voice a mixture of playfulness and mock disappointment. Her back was still turned on him, but she must have heard ( or at the very least, sense ) that she was no longer alone in the room. “It’s awfully rude to not warn a guy before leaving a bed like that. Where are your manners, Miss Martin?” He leaned against the door frame, not bothering to hide the way he was fully grinning right now. If only she could turn around and see the expression on his face.

     Pulling herself away from bed had become an increasingly difficult task. There had been a time when she’d been particularly good at waking up at six am and going on with her day, but although her brain still woke her up at the usual time, the arm wrapped around her waist was a deceptively difficult obstacle. It was all too tempting to lean into the bare chest behind her, or to turn and wake him up, but she resisted. She only had one class and she couldn’t miss it, largely because she knew that Caroline would give her a disapprovingly stern look and reiterate the fact that she did not think Kol Mikaelson was a very good choice of boyfriend. Not that she would call him her boyfriend. 

     She moved out of the bed slowly, careful not to stir him, picking up the clothing that was strewn across the room. In the past, she had wandered down to the kitchen in little more than his shirt, but somehow at least one of his siblings always managed to be around at the worst time. Last time it had been Klaus, whose smirk and lingering comments had been enough to dissuade her from ever doing it again. Once she was dressed, she headed down to the kitchen (which was empty, but she was certain it wouldn’t have been had she not been dressed) and made herself some coffee, heading into the lounge to drink it. The Mikaelson Mansion had quickly become one of her favourite places to spend time - it was huge ( of course ), but more importantly it was fascinating. There were centuries old artefacts casually decorating every surface. 

      Such as, so she could see, a large book that had been left on the side table. Placing her mug down ( on a coaster, she had no interest in being tutted at by Elijah ), she curled up into the leather armchair and opened the book. It was a photo album, the first photograph being of them as a family - with one brother that she hadn’t seen before. She assumed that it was Finn, who wasn’t around for reasons Kol hadn’t told her. She trawled through a few pages of posed family pictures, then, predictably, a fair amount of pictures of Kol alone. The next picture was one of the oldest, early 1800s, a woman who looked strikingly like herself. She stared at the picture for a moment before shaking her head, turning the page to the next one. The same woman but older, then followed by the same woman but younger again? Except the features were clearer with the newer photography and it was definitely Lydia. She could feel her heartbeat get faster as she flicked through page after page of her own face, but in places and clothing that she didn’t know. In times that she certainly hadn’t been around. 

     It took her a moment to focus on his voice, catching the last few words and pausing before turning to him, her expression a mixture of anger and confusion. She had no idea what was going on but she knew that she didn’t like it and she wanted answers. Who the hell were they and why did they look like her? He must have known them, if the book was in his house then he’d known them. Which must’ve been why he’d taken an interest in her. She stopped herself before her thoughts took over, instead holding the book up for him to see.

     “What the fuck is this?”

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sirius:

          The male couldn’t help but to notice just how well their bodies fit together. The way that the curvature of her back fit into him almost made it seem like they were meant to be together–meant to stay like that in some way forever. Of course, the irony of his thoughts weren’t lost on him. He let out a low chuckle at the idea–vibrating against the skin of her neck as he did so. In a different world, he supposed that he would be the one in the other room getting ready for his wife. That he too would be fated to a life that was cold and loveless–not even remotely similar to the warmth and spark that he felt just standing there holding her. 

             But, that reality wasn’t true–that wasn’t his reality.

          His reality was that he felt deeper for her than he had perhaps meant to. When this had started, he supposed that it had been sort of a  game from him. Sirius had been too used to girls falling over themselves because he happened to smile at them. It had been different for Anka. If anything, she had be repulsed by his arrogant attitude—his supposed charm. That had made her all the while more interesting to him–oddly enough. He could easily get girls to fall for him with a simple side-ways smirk and wink of the eye, but with her it had been a challenge. It had been more interesting to chase after Anka–to make her eventually take down the resolve that she had.

          Then, somewhere along the way, Sirius figured out that Anka was perhaps a little like him. Whilst she certainly still felt that she was better than Muggleborns, more deserving, she didn’t quite seem as adamant about the cause as other Purebloods did. She didn’t seem particularly excited about the slaughtering of Muggleborns and he knew that it would eventually be something that she’d have to witness. And as violent and cruel as she tried to seem, Sirius somehow knew that that type of senseless violence wouldn’t be something that would sit well with her. It would eat away at her to have to be exposed to a life like that.

         “James’ll get over it,” He was quick to answer. He knew that James wouldn’t exactly be thrilled about Sirius bringing Anka home. That he would grumble and complain. But, he also knew that he could convince him to let her stay–to treat her as he had treated him when he’d been the one to open Sirius’s eyes to the lies he had been fed as a child. Sirius easily turned her around in his arms to face him–locking his hands around her waist as he did so. His dark eyes met with hers with a clear serious expression to them. “And I am not going to stand by to watch you waltz into a life that you don’t want,” He responded strongly. 

         There was a rather long pause before his next words and actions. He soon reached up with one hand to frame the side of her face and force her to look at him. Deep down, Sirius knew that he was giving her the ability to shatter him again just like when he’d been shattered to see her go the first time all those years before. “I’ll leave without you if you tell me one thing–” He said firmly. He paused for another moment and let his tongue wet his lips as he tried to carefully select his words. “Tell me that you don’t actually want this–that you don’t want to leave with me. That you’d be perfectly happy in a life with my brother.” His voice was low as he spoke–partially due to the strain that he’d already placed on it but mostly due to the fear over her answer.

     She definitely doubted that James would get over it. She was hardly popular amongst his groups of friends, she could only assume that it would now be worse given that she had decided to leave Sirius months ago. Regardless of whether or not she had wanted to do so. Sirius’ friends seemed unable to believe that Anka could have a shred of humanity to her, that because she was ruthless during a duel she could never be anything other than that. Anka tended to agree with them, but she knew that Sirius didn’t. There was something to that. She had often told him to stop believing that she was just like him, that she was secretly kind beneath everything, because she couldn’t see herself like that. But him believing it anyway made her feel a bit better. Not that she’d admit it.

     She sighed as he turned her around, hands dropping to rest on his chest as his arms wrapped around her. For the second time she found herself wanting to fight a truth that she knew she couldn’t. She didn’t want to marry Regulus. She never had wanted to marry Regulus, but it had always seemed like something she had to do. When she’d been told she’d have to marry Sirius as a young child she’d thrown tantrum after tantrum, earning herself her first permanent scar, but at the end of the day, the only reason she hadn’t had to marry him was because he’d no longer been seen as suitable. When the news came that she was to marry Regulus, she hadn’t bothered to fight it. There was no purpose to trying to ask her father not to force her to marry him, he’d never been very receptive to his daughter’s feelings. 

     “He’s not that bad.” Which was true -- he wasn’t that bad for a pureblood. That wasn’t to say that she could stand to be around him for more than a few hours without wanting to stab him, but she’d seen worse men. It was supposed to be a great union of two pure houses, the house of Black was the purest in the United Kingdom and the Draganovas were the purest in mainland Europe. Centuries had been building up to that day and she couldn’t shake the guilt she felt at the fact that she was letting everyone down. The sense of duty that is driven into pureblood children from birth always lurked around in the back of her mind, making her second guess her priorities. Herself versus her house. 

     “It can’t happen, Sirius. They’ll come after me. They’ll come after you. The Potters won’t want me in their house. I can’t leave.” It wasn’t an answer to his question, didn’t address whether or not she wanted to leave with him, but it was the concern that had been playing on her mind every time she considered leaving with Sirius. She could just picture them turning up at James Potter’s house and being tossed away. He had waxed lyrical about how wonderful and good his adoptive parents were -- so why would they want her there?

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

           His eyes fluttered open when he felt her hand rest on the side of his face. Sirius immediately did the same thing as she–taking in ever feature that she had to hold it to memory. He had been about to lean back in to kiss her fully on the lips when she stood up before he could. The male watched for a moment as she walked away unashamedly taking in her figure as he bit at his bottom lip. He then rose up from the ground after her–taking out the wand in his pocket to clean himself up some. He pulled the zipper back up on his pants and buttoned them but didn’t bother to put his shirt back on.

              Sirius could feel his heart start to sink as she picked up the dress. He could only assume that she was about to put it on–about to walk down the aisle to a life that would only trap her. But, instead, she carelessly tossed the dress to the side. He didn’t really know what that meant for certain but it at least meant that she had her resolves about marrying his brother. This was a fact that brought a small grin to his face. Without much warning, he crossed the room in a few steps to where she stood in front of the closet. He didn’t hesitate to press his torso against her back easily wrapping his arms around her and allowing his hands to push down her stomach to her hips. As he did so, he moved his lips down to her neck again finding a pressure point that he began to suck on–this time allowing his movements to be slow and gentle, almost tender.

             He kept his lips pressed to her neck for a few more moments before he allowed them to brush back up towards her ear. “Don’t walk down the aisle to him,” He muttered against her ear. Suddenly, all the words that he should have said when she was set to get back on the boat to Durmstrang came flooding to his mind. “You don’t deserve to be tied to someone who won’t appreciate you–” He trailed as he moved his hands down lower–allowing one to press up against her entryway. “Who won’t satisfy you.” This statement was accompanied by a twist of his fingers as he began to gently rub at her clit. He didn’t quite know what he was asking her to do. He didn’t have a plan. But, he knew that he would happily get her out of there and away from those people if she just said yes.

           “Leave with me…” He finally spoke–voice almost pleading.

     Before she could rationalise what was happening, her brain just registered the warmth of his chest against her back. Sirius always seemed to be so much warmer than she was, perhaps there was something to be said about temperament in that but she didn’t want to analyse it. It was hardly a surprise to anyone that Sirius was the more compassionate of the two. In Anka’s defence, she’d never had anyone to show her what compassion looked like until Hogwarts. She leaned into him, head lulling back against onto his shoulder as his lips pressed against her neck. The shirt that she had picked up was tossed back into the cupboard as she relaxed into him. She needed to do something but she just couldn’t bring herself to get anything done - what was she going to do anyway? There was nowhere she could go where they wouldn’t find her. There was no chance of her calling the wedding off - if her father had to put her under the imperio curse to make her say her I dos she knew that he would.

     Her eyes, having fluttered shut in his embrace snapped open at his request. She’d told herself that it was okay to have sex with Sirius because it was just a goodbye, one last time before she was shackled to Regulus for the rest of her life, but hearing the truth out loud was sobering. She wanted to argue back in some way, to give him some false argument that she didn’t really feel, but as she opened her mouth to speak his fingers pressed against her, a slow moan escaping her instead, his next words - and actions - drew a soft gasp. He was cheating, of course he was cheating, but as angry as she wanted to be at him for it, biting her lip was all she could do to avoid giving him too much satisfaction. His final request surprised her. It was difficult to focus on one thing at a time, already sensitive from her two previous orgasms, swallowing hard in an attempt to clear her mind. She couldn’t go with him, it was a ridiculous idea, but she wanted to. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave with Sirius.

     But, again, that was ridiculous.

     “Sirius- I, I can’t. You know I can’t. I doubt James wants me living with him.” She closed her eyes again, savouring the moment because she needed to remember this, to remember what it was like to feel wanted. “I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” Her voice was still rough from earlier, the vulnerability in her admission seeping through. She cared about him. She’d tried not to, she’d convinced herself that her and Sirius were nothing but sex, that she just enjoyed sleeping with him, but that wasn’t true. The idea of him being hurt because of her shook her more than she was willing to admit. 

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

       Sirius picked up on the sad expression that crossed her features–soon realizing just what he said. It hadn’t been his intention to reiterate the fact that this was perhaps the last time that they would be together. But, at the realization of the fact, he felt his stomach sink for a moment as a longing that he couldn’t quite identify pulled at his chest. He didn’t have much time to linger on it, however, before his lips touched hers again. The kiss that she gave was oddly slow and gentle–but he responded back just the same. The solemnness that he suddenly felt reading through in the kiss. However, soon, she had positioned herself back on her knees and sank down on him. He hadn’t expected her to so slowly and deliberately take all of him in. “Yes—” He found himself moaning loudly–voice going hoarse as her name spilled from his lips. 

         His eyes watched her as she trailed her hand down to circle her clit and immediately felt himself bit down on his lower lip in response. Soon, Sirius had moved his hands down to rest on her hips steadying her as her hips began to rock harder and faster against his own. Obviously panting now, he pushed his hips forward to keep tempo with her own. “Fuck–keep going. Don’t stop,” His words escaping him–loudly before he could even begin to control it. He could feel himself start to reach his end as their movements increased. Sirius tried to give her a warning, but it got lost in a moan as she bit his bottom lip and then sucked on it. His back then arched as he climaxed pushing his torso back against hers. Breathing heavily, Sirius focused back in on her words and felt a lazy grin cross his features. Instead of arguing, he let one simple word fall from his lips– “Never.”

         Despite the fact that he had finished, he still kissed her back roughly. Sure, there were other people in the room waiting for her to walk down the aisle to his brother. But, he didn’t care. He wanted to stay right there kissing her and giving her the type of night that his brother would never be able to give. But, eventually, Sirius had to draw back to catch his breath. He let his forehead rest against hers as he continued to breath heavily from the exertion that he just went through. His eyes remained shut and avoided looking at her–afraid that when he did so she would immediately start to retreat. 

     When they’d first had sex, the intimacy that Sirius craved from people had definitely been new to her, something that she was not entirely comfortable with, but now it seemed as though he could never quite be close enough. Even as she pulled his torso against hers, breasts pressed against his chest, there seemed to be something missing, some unspoken truth that neither of them was willing to reveal. From their new angle, his pelvis rocked against her clit with each thrust, she could feel how close he was when she bit down on his lip, his movements becoming more erratic, hips snapping together hard enough to leave bruises by the evening. His orgasm pushed her over the edge for the second time, his name being coaxed from her lips repeatedly, voice raw, until heavy breathing took over.

     Despite the layer of sweat coating them both, she instantly felt colder after he pulled away, her eyes closing as he pressed his forehead against hers. It was exactly the type of intimacy that would usually scare her away, but instead she melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck as she allowed her breathing to return to normal, their chests rising and falling against each other. Staying there would’ve been easy, staying pressed against him with her arms around him would’ve taken no effort at all -- she realised with a stab that it was what she wanted to do. But she couldn’t. Even if she could bring herself to leave behind everything she’d known, she couldn’t ask him to take him with her. To the Potter house? A wayward home for rebellious pureblood kids? It was a fairytale. 

     But she couldn’t marry Regulus.

     With a sigh she pulled away just enough to look at him, placing a hand on his cheek to force him to face her, eyes scanning over his features slowly as if trying to remember exactly what he looked like, every stray hair and freckle. Then she stood up, without warning, before he could protest, picking up her wand which had almost fallen to the floor with the vanity leg, whispering the contraceptive spells that she’d almost learnt to do silently by now - a necessary thing for avoiding having a child with Regulus. Picking up a towel, she dabbed her face dry, dropping it to the ground as her fingers ran through her hair, attempting to tidy it, walking towards the white dress. She had no intention of ever putting it on. She doubted she ever had. Lifting the heavy material up by the hanger she took one last look at it before tossing it to the other side of the room, opening the closet to find some clothing. She didn’t talk to him, didn’t look at him. Didn’t trust herself not to say things that she’d later regret.

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

              The smirk that she gave immediately told him that she was about to take the situation into her hands again. He felt a pull at the pit of his stomach as he waited for her to make her move. As her hand reached his cock, he sucked a breath of air quickly in before he could resist it. Groaning, his head dropped back as she teasingly moved along his length pressing against it but not fully letting him back inside her. “Merlin– Anka.” The words escaped him as he felt her teeth drag along his torso–finally reaching his neck where her lips brushed lightly against his skin. It was maddening–all of it. The feel of her lips barely making a mark on his skin–the fact that she lingered just short of letting him inside her. 

                 He felt his stomach tighten as her teeth sunk down into his neck whilst she continued to rub him. “Fuck–” He said, squirming slightly under her grasp. The squirm definitely didn’t come out of discomfort. Rather, he was dying to reach her–dying for the space between them to be closed. But, whilst she had a hold of him like that, he was pretty powerless to try to do something about it. He managed to lift his head back up so that his eyes locked on to hers again. “Give me something to remember,” He muttered to her–picking the exact same words that he had used on her earlier. Of course, he knew about what would happen with that particular challenge and knew that it would leave him screaming out her name. But, really, he didn’t care. It was exactly what he wanted—for more reasons than one.

     She smirked against his skin as she felt him squirm beneath her, responding by slowing the movement of her hips and sucking on the quickly forming bruise on his neck. His words struck a chord that he’d already mentioned several times that day, the sadness those words brought on only flickering across her expression briefly before she pushed them aside and focused on the task in hand. She didn’t want to think about this being the last time. Didn’t want to think about how she’d go from this to passionless sex with Regulus. Instead, she pressed her lips to his in a slow kiss before pulling back completely, sitting back on her knees as she placed herself over him once more, this time sinking down onto his length fully, not hiding the moan that was drown from the act. Lifting herself off of him completely, she took him completely once more, repeating a few times before she started to move against him, her hips rotating as she took him each time, her actions becoming faster each time as she trailed one hand down her own stomach to circle her clit. 

     Usually she’d enjoy teasing him enough for that to be it, until he got too frustrated and tried to pull the control back, but the space between them left her feeling emptier than she’d admit, so she reached down and pulled him towards her by his neck so that they were both upright, one hand remaining on his neck while the other went to his back, scratching along the tanned skin as her hips began rocking against him harder given the new angle. She used her other hand to pull his head to hers, biting his bottom lip instead of kissing him at the last second, smirking before she sucked it into her mouth, she felt the tang of iron on her tongue a second later, knowing she’d drawn blood but she didn’t much care. If the pulsating at her neck was anything to show, she was fairly certain he’d done the same. “As if you’ll ever forget me.” The humour was in her tone, but the plea was hidden beneath it, please don’t forget me. She pressed a kiss to his lips a beat afterwards, her fingers curling in his hair once more as she kissed him roughly, without the precision of before.

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

     Sirius couldn’t hold back the grin that formed on his face as she cried out loudly. In all the times that they had done this, he had never been the one to be in complete and total control. She always had some sort of pull on him–whether that be her fingers tangled in his hair or her nails digging into his back. But, this time he hadn’t offered her the chance to do any of those things by pinning her hands to the wall. He had to admit that the reactions that he was drawing from her made him that much more turned on. His teeth sunk deeper into her neck as her hips rocked forward against his own. He’d drawn blood–that much he knew by the metallic taste that hit his mouth. It was only then that he pulled away from her neck, burying his face into her shoulder as his breathing labored with the effort that he gave.

       But, despite his labored breaths, his stamina didn’t seem to decrease as his hips rolled forward with more strength. If it weren’t for how hyper-focused on her, then he might’ve heard the vanity start to creak. But, instead of slowing down like he should’ve at that point, he slammed into her harder pressing her roughly against the stone wall that she was propped against. At about the same time that her walls pulsated around him, the vanity broke down–tilting haphazardly to one side as it lost one of it’s legs. The fact that that happened only caused Sirius to laugh in response–voice rough and raw against her skin. He was about to stop–about to push away from her now that he drew what he wanted out of her. But, when she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, he was only encouraged to keep going.

      Instead of keeping her propped up on the vanity, however, he began to stoop down to the floor only parting from her to drag her down with him. His back had soon pressed against the cold stone which caused him to shudder slightly. Pulling Anka down on top of him, he tangled his fingers in her hair as his lips met hers again in a mess of tongue and teeth. His legs, still covered, tangled with her bare ones as his hands moved down her back scraping her skin with his nails as she did so. After he finished kissing her, he pulled back clearly breathless as he rested his forehead to her own. “Shit, I forgot how good this was,” He muttered. Sirius then opened his eyes to meet hers and bit on his bottom lip. “I want more–give me more,” He spoke to her, voice strained and pleading.

     Admittedly, she didn’t even notice when the vanity broke beneath them until he started to laugh, which only drew a breathless laugh from her. Dimly, she was aware that on the other side of the wall beside them stood a likely horrified Regulus and perhaps even an angrier Walburga, but she didn’t care -- no that wasn’t true. She did care. She wanted them to hear them, wanted them to feel some kind of anger after how angry they’d worked on making her feel over the past few months. She began to frown as he moved away, only to realise that he was - perhaps sensibly - moving them onto the floor, given that she didn’t fancy falling to the ground suddenly half way through what they were up to. 

     The painstaking time that had gone into fixing her hair and makeup was now completely wasted as some of the pinned curls fell from place, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, instead utterly focused on him. There was still the same passion in the kiss as she matched him, but this time the shift from anger to -- something she wasn’t willing to think about, was clear. She moaned into the kiss as his nails scraped against her back, biting down on his lip just before he spoke, humming in agreement with his words. The next words she drew from him brought a smirk to her lips, sitting up and positioning herself over him in response. “That’s not how you ask nicely.” She sat back on his thighs, taking his cock in her hand as she moved along its length, pressing it against her as she rubbed against him, teasing him as she leaned in to drag her teeth along his chest, grazing over his muscles and over his nipples before reaching his neck, brushing her lips against his neck without really giving him the contact he wanted before speaking against his ear.

     “Tell me what you want. Ask nicely.” The smirk was evident in her tone, but she was going to enjoy being in control after he’d restrained her earlier -- in truth she wasn’t sure which she preferred. She brushed back down his neck again before biting down with little warning, her teeth pressing into his skin hard as she continued to rub along his cock, never actually going far enough as to let him inside of her. If they had heard Anka screaming Sirius’ name - she was damn set on making sure that they heard him scream hers too.

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

          He knew that, perhaps,  it was wrong to make this into some sort of jab at his brother. But, then again, this perhaps wasn’t about him at all–not really. Sirius had always been rather possessive especially when he found someone like Anka that kept him coming back from more. So, really, the marks that he was determined to leave on her skin was more or less a message to his brother that she was his first and that she was still (at least in the most important way) his. This thought drove him to bite harder at the sensitive skin determined to leave a bruise there would stay for a long time. He then moved his hand that had rested on the top of her underwear to undo her bra. There was no real hesitation as he moved both of his hands to pull it off–carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. He soon traveled down to her nipple–not hesitating to run his tongue over it and alternating that motion with his teeth dragging it.

        A low growl escaped his lips at her statement–vibrating against the skin that his lips where currently pressed against. He knew that she was just saying that to piss him off–to make him want to show her just how wrong she was. And, of course, her choice of words worked perfectly for him to desire to show her just that. But, before he could really think about his next move, she had moved her hand down to his length and began to stroke. “Anka–” He moaned loudly without really meaning to. Sirius could feel the desire that he had felt for her since she left start to build back up. And, with the whisper in his ear, he felt it spill over as his hand reached down to grab her wrist to regrettably move her hand from his length. 

       Sirius caused a few different things to happen at once then. He let go of her wrist just long enough to pull her underwear down to where the material wasn’t in his way. Then, he moved aside the flap of his boxers to let his length be fully exposed–air only hitting for a brief moment before he thrust into her. His hands then grabbed onto hers and he laced their fingers together as he pinned her arms against the wall. Normally, his movements would be slow and calculated as he far enjoyed teasing her. But, currently, he didn’t really care about teasing her–about making her beg for more. Pint up desire was flowing out of him and really all he wanting to do was make her voice go raw. 

        He could feel the vanity rocking beneath them–hitting the wall as his thrusts continued fast and hard. Rather than even bother to kiss her to quieten her voice like when they snuck around Hogwarts castle, he moved his lips to back to the sensitive area located just below her earlobe. He allowed his lips to explore the point roughly–dragging his tongue across it before clamping down with his teeth.

     There should have been enough irony in the situation to snap Anka out of it as she saw the white lace bra drop to the floor. The underwear that had been bought specifically to go under her wedding gown -- at the wedding where she was going to marry Regulus Black, whose brother was currently marking her porcelain skin with deep purple bruises. It was hard to focus on that over the moan that he drew from her as his tongue ran over her nipple - quickly turning into a gasp at the feel of his teeth. She missed this, not that she’d admit it to him, but she’d just missed being with him. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex since leaving him, it was just that it had left something to be desired each time. Dainty kisses with Regulus for magazines definitely hadn’t given her anything to think about either. 

     She smirked at the responses she drew from him, enjoying having that much of an effect on someone if she were being honest with herself, but that smirk turned into a frown as he pulled her hand away. He’d always moved quickly -- unless she was asking him to, but she just about managed to keep up, kicking off her underwear onto the floor. He gave her no time to prepare as he entered her, no thought going to whether or not anyone could hear them as she cried out, her head dropping back against the stone wall with a, “Merlin, fuck, Sirius.” She wanted to grab him in some way, to pull at his hair or to dig her nails into him, hard, but his hands had her pinned to the wall, unable to give back or try to pull the control back to herself. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t turn her on even more. She pushed her hips forward into his as they met on each thrust but couldn’t do much beyond that, she opened her mouth to say something - anything in an attempt to hold some semblance of control but instead only managed a muffled whimper as his teeth bit into her neck, her breathing hard and fast.

     It was one thing for him to have complete control, but another entirely for her to let him know how much she liked it, but she could feel the tightening in the pit of her stomach already and knew that she was close. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’d had more than one orgasm with Sirius, but this was different, somewhere between the hard thrusts and his teeth on her neck she couldn’t find it in herself to hold back, her back arching towards him, walls pulsating around him as she came with his name being torn from her lips, trembling beneath him. Fuck him. Her instant thought after getting any clarity was to curse Sirius Black. But instead of pushing away she wrapped her arms around his hips tighter, meeting his thrusts each time. She tried to think of something to say, some witty comment that could tear control away from him but she felt too good to say anything cruel, instead her voice was soft, still trembling from her come down. “Merlin, yes, Sirius, God, right there.”

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

        Sirius let out a breath of air as she drew their hips together. The only barrier between them now was his hand which he was tempted to move away. But, instead, he dug his fingertips a little further into her–groan bubbling up in the back of his throat as he felt the heat increase under the material. Soon, she had ran her hands up to his neck and pulled him down towards her–fingers lacing through his hair. Immediately, his eyes locked on her lips and Sirius bit down on his own lower lip as her tongue darted out. Sirius had the sudden pull to just kiss her.

           “Oh, fuck it.”

            He allowed the words to fall from his lips signifying that he had finally lost any resolve that he may have had left. In one quick motion, his hand moved away from where it rested on the material and moved up to the top of her underwear ready to rid himself of the material that separated them. But, first, his other hand moved up to cushion the back of her head as he pushed her back against the wall behind her. Leaning in, he closed the gap between their lips and kissed her roughly. He immediately felt a spark reignite between them. It felt like they were back at Hogwarts–two teenagers that couldn’t control their desires despite everything that told them it was a bad idea.

          Sirius let his teeth scrape her bottom lip as he pulled away from her slightly breathless and dazed from the kiss that they shared. The male then allowed his lips to move to the side of her face back towards her ear. “This is going to be something that you won’t forget,” He spoke lowly. His lips then trailed down from her ear to her jaw.– “You’re going to think about it—about me on those long. lonesome nights with my brother.” He allowed his lips to continue to trail down her neck and across her collarbone, finally settling on the curve of her chest where he sucked roughly on the skin allowing his teeth to sink in periodically. Sirius knew that these marks would be something his brother would see but he didn’t care. But, then again, that was maybe the point.

     The moment the words fell from his lips she knew that he had given in, although somehow it didn’t quite feel like she had won anything. They would always cave at some point anyway, she hissed as her back made contact with the cold stone behind her, the sound being silenced by his lips finally pressing against hers. They’d never particularly been the type to take things slow, other than a few comforting kisses here and there, they’d always preferred not to hold back with each other. Which worked just fine for her. She responded with just as much fervour as he, nails digging into the back of his neck as her tongue moved against his, breathing hard as he pulled away. That should’ve been enough. She should’ve been able to just push him away and put on her dress, but his next words turned her weak at the legs, turning to putty in his hands as she so often did. There was something about Sirius that took all control from her, she’d always been the dominant one in previous relationships - even with Erik who’d tried his hardest to be in control, she’d ended up on top. With Sirius, she felt it all slip away.

     His next words however were a sobering thought, snapping her out of the moment for a brief second as she thought of the gravity of his words. She knew that he was just doing this to get at his brother, but that didn’t much bother her. It wasn’t as if they’d ever been in love. She knew what her future nights looked like - cold and lonely. Putting off sleep to avoid having to crawl into bed besides him and endure being next to him. Drinking herself into enough of a stupor that she could pretend it was someone else on top of her. She’d be one of those wives. The pureblood women she’d always turned her nose up at who loathed their husbands and babied their children. She understood it now. She hadn’t noticed the endurance in their bones before, but she knew she’d soon recognise it in herself. Well fuck Regulus. And fuck Sirius too. She could hurt them both just as much as they hurt her. A sharp reminder of that coming as his teeth bit into her skin, a moan escaping her at the feeling, fingers pulling at his hair. She was going to have to cover up her scars for the wedding anyway ‘it won’t do for people to see you marked, anka’, why not add a few to cover up?

     “Is that a promise?” She drawled, the challenge evident in her tone. There wasn’t much she could do from her position, pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips, but she knew how to get a rise out of Sirius Black. “I don’t recall you ever being all that memorable.” On the final word she pulled his head back up to face her, lips crashing into his as she slipped her hand beneath the fabric of his boxers, wrapping her hand around his hard length and biting his bottom lip before moving to whisper against his ear. “Make me feel something.” She moved her wrist with her words, stroking him inside his trousers. The words were meant as an order but came out almost as a plea, biting his earlobe gently before kissing down his neck and then sucking at his pulse point, alternating running her tongue along the tender skin and biting into it. 

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

          “Fuck.” The slur easily fell off of his lips as she pulled his pelvis towards her and moved her hips against him. The deliberate motion made his pants grow that much tighter which was probably obvious to Anka due to the lack of space between them. His resolve was weakening–that much he knew. But, still, there was part of him that was determined to keep the teasing game going between them. He desired to see her be the one weak before him–not the other way around.  He felt his breath catch, however, when she pulled him closer to her by the belt–even more so when her hands had reached down to unbutton then unzip his trousers. 

             God, he wanted her.

          He supposed that he was breaking some kind of resolve by his next move–but he was frankly running out of options aside from entirely giving in. Sirius leaned in and allowed his lips to brush against her neck–down to her collarbone–to the curve of her breasts. It was something that he knew had drove her crazy before. As he did this, he allowed his hand to travel down her stomach to the top of her underwear. His fingertips trailed the top of the material teasingly and pressed lightly into it. He felt the warmth of her inside the material that separated them and had to refrain from giving in entirely again. “How’s this?” He muttered–moving his lips back up to brush against her ear as he spoke. Then, he allowed himself to move away slightly but kept his hand where it was–fingers still pressingly lightly into her.

     Briefly, she allowed her eyes to close as his lips brushed against her skin, her head moving away slightly to arch her neck, giving him better access. When his fingers pressed against her she couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her, biting down on her lip to try to regain some composure. He was definitely cheating at their game, but then again, what kind of game were they playing, really? She was close to breaking before he moved away, but the space gave her the opportunity to regain some clarity. If he won she would never hear the last of it, he’d hold it over her constantly, and she couldn’t have that. So instead, she moved forward to the very edge of the table, instead of moving away from his hand, pulling his hips to hers once again this time with her hands on his lower back, so that the only distance between them came from his hand.

     “Better.” Was the only response she gave him, she didn’t trust her ability to string together long sentences so it was best to stick to a couple of words at a time. “Not entirely helpful,” she trailed off, hands running up his chest once more to rest on either side of his neck, “given that my waist up is still cold.” She pulled him down to her slightly, scraping her cold nails through his hair, trailing her tongue along her lips. Sure, he knew how to play her, but she definitely knew how to play him. She was surprised by her desire to just kiss him, not that she didn’t want him to slam her against the wall and fuck her afterwards, but in the moment she just craved his lips on hers once more, which showed as her eyes flickered from his own to his lips. “I need your help, Sirius.”

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

        He expected it really. That she would quickly counter the move that he had tried to place on her. He hadn’t quite expected just how dry his throat would get as her hands began to unbutton his shirt. Fuck. The curse was on the tip of his tongue as her hands then connected with the bare skin of his chest before pushing the shirt off of him. He felt his jaw clench as her arms settled on his biceps and she spoke. Everything in him wanted to push her roughly up against the vanity and rip the lace that now seemed to mock him right off. 

         He didn’t though.  

         Instead, the male backed her up slowly into the vanity pressing up against her as she reached it. “Much,” He said simply in response to her question. He lifted on hand and began to trail his fingers slowly up her arm. Soon, they had found strap of her bra and slipped under it. “But, y’know, I think that you would feel much better without this to restrain you,” He said lowly. As if for emphasis, he pushed the strap to where it would hang off of her shoulder with his eyes locked on his motions. Once the strap was hanging off of her, he met his eyes with hers again and let one brow raise–clearly putting their little game back in her corner.

     She felt her stomach tighten as her pressed her into the vanity, hands remaining in place on his arms as his fingers pulled the strap of her bra aside. “I’m touched by your concern. The real constraint is this, though.” She removed her hands from his arms only to rest them on his abdomen, fingers reaching to undo his belt. Instead of pull it off, however, she held onto it from either side and pulled him flush against her, rotating her hips slowly against him almost instinctively as she kept her eyes on his, tongue darting out to lick her lips. As much as she was doing it to try to crack him, she couldn’t quite deny that their current situation had more than an effect on her. 

     It was a near-childish game, she knew that much, but that didn’t mean that she was willing to lose. After a beat, she let go of his belt for a second to push herself up onto the vanity, taking the leather in her hands one more instantly and pulling him to her, her legs settling either side of him. “Now it’s a little cold, to be honest. If only there was some way of warming up.” She wasn’t cold. Every time his skin made contact with hers she felt like she was burning up, but she didn’t have to let him know that. Leaving the belt in place, she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, leaving them on but open. She wanted him to be down to the same level she was, but more pressingly she wanted his lips on hers, had to restrain herself from curling her fingers into his locks and pulling him down to her, instead just resting them on his abdomen. “Think you can help?”

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

            A low laugh escaped his lips–the sound of it throaty and harsh in the middle of the cold room. He’d almost forgotten the other part that made fooling around with Anka so much fun. There was nothing that they loved more than seeing which of them would fold first. Admittedly, the pair probably folded quite easily at the same time. They wouldn’t admit to that though. No, they were each too stubborn to openly admit that they had been the one to go weak first. He let his eyes unashamedly travel what he could now see of her front that wasn’t covered by the robe. Biting down on his lip, it took everything that he had to refrain from giving in right then. But, with one calculated motion, he tugged the material of the robe that still hung loosely around her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

            Sirius then allowed himself to lean in towards her–closer and closer until he paused right before reaching her lips. “It’s getting a tad stuffy in here, don’t you think?” He spoke. The male then took a step away from her and didn’t hesitate to shrug his jacket off of his shoulders. It, too, carelessly fell to the floor. “Think that this tie is making it worse,” He complained. After he spoke, he reached his hands up to the knot of the tie and loosened it up to the point that he could reach the buttons underneath. His fingers then began to unbutton the dress shirt that he wore revealing his neck–then his collarbone–then the beginnings of his chest. Granted, Anka currently had a lead on him with given that she was standing there in nothing but her underwear–a fact that was affecting him more than he let on. He had the advantage, however, of wearing more clothes–and being able to remove them himself as slowly as he wanted to.

     For a split second, she had thought that he was going to cave early, his lips getting gradually closer to hers before stopping suddenly and moving away. Any stuffiness was more down to the sudden temperature change between the two of them, even with the robe pooled on the floor around her she still felt far warmer than she had mere moments ago. The dress went forgotten as her eyes settled on him instead, arching a brow as he took his jacket off. She knew where this was going, was no idiot when it came to the seduction methods of Sirius Black - she knew better than most what his tricks were. She refused to let herself cave. First. Somehow caving second never felt like giving in at all, it was a victory in its own right. Or so she told herself as her eyes skimmed over the now visible skin. The downside of having spent as much time with Sirius as she had was that he knew exactly how to get to her - but she knew exactly how to get to him too.

     Slowly, she took the two steps it took to be face to face with him, tutting as she looked up at him. “Sirius, you can’t just half do a job. Here, let me help you.” Running both hands up his chest over the white cotton she settled on his collar, fingers then running down along his tie as she finished loosening it, pulling it off on one side quickly and letting the whip-like snap fill the air before hanging the tie around her own neck and then slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as she kept her eyes on his, tilting her head to the side. Once she was done, she ran her hands over his chest once more, except this time directly over his hot skin, letting her fingers glide over each groove until she stopped on his shoulders and then pushed the fabric down his arms, cold hands on him until it dropped to the floor, settling on his biceps. “Feeling any better?”

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

         “Ah well,” He said with a light shrug. There was a pause as if he seemed to be recalling something and soon his face lit up with an amused smirk. “If my memory serves correctly, I can argue that quite easily.” The pause wasn’t entirely an act. The fact that they had brought up the subject of their past tryst, of course, surfaced the memories of the many times that they had ended up together. He recalled that it had always had some sort of edge of excitement to it. That was, perhaps, because it was something that was forbidden. That applied more to Anka than it did himself, but it had still required of him to sneak around for a while which definitely gave it an interesting factor. “You weren’t exactly quiet about your enjoyment of it all,” He said pointedly, knowing smile now crossing his features.

          Sirius openly rolled his eyes at the announcement that his brother was with his mother. That fact didn’t really surprise him. His younger brother had always been rather spineless–or well he considered him as such when it became clear that there was no saving him. His expression turned amused, however, at her next statement–completely ignoring the sarcasm that it was laced with it seemed. “Well– I mean, you know that I’ve always been much better at getting women out of their dresses than in them and much more prefer it but if you insist,” He said. 

           Before she could really object to it, he had crossed the room to where she was standing and glanced over at the dress. His expression was clearly unimpressed. Of course, the dress was exquisite but it wasn’t what Sirius was interested in at all. That was made quite clear as he turned his eyes back to her with a new spark of interest. Reaching up, he began to untie the knot that she had previously tied around her purposefully taking his time in doing so. Once the knot had been loosened, but not completely untied, he gently trailed his fingers from her stomach up to the collar of the robe. “But, I suppose to get one thing on—we have to take something else off?” He suggested, eyes meeting hers as his fingers slipped under the robe.

     There was no reaction to his words, she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of her. That wasn’t to say that it wasn’t working - of course he was going to bring it up, every time she tried to dismiss an aspect of their previous relationship he’d brought up some historical fact to fight her with. Knowing that she definitely shouldn’t have been sleeping with Sirius definitely helped - at least initially, but they’d hardly been vanilla anyway. They both left each other with more than hickeys to account for; bruises, bite marks, angry red scratches, they both knew that the other could take it - at first they also just didn’t care. Sex with Sirius wasn’t meant to be anything more than that, and she wasn’t willing to dwell on whether or not it had evolved into something else. Not in that moment. 

     She could have stopped him. She should have stopped him, but her eyes wandered down from the dress to his hand on the knot of her robe and she couldn’t bring herself to push his hand away. She watched as he loosened the knot, admittedly frustrated that he didn’t untie it completely until she focused on the movement of his hand, her breathing becoming shaky as he reached her collar. She tore her eyes away long enough to lock with his, shivering as he made contact with bare skin - and not because of the constant chill in the air. They were having a winter wedding, of course. He was pushing her on purpose, trying to win some victory, she tried to remind herself of that. It wasn’t that he wanted her, he just wanted to prove that he could have her, and would throw it back in her face later on. If they were back in Hogwarts she might have returned the taunt, could imagine herself running her hands along the tight fabric of his shirt underneath his jacket, tugging on his tie - but she didn’t do that. Instead, she just turned to face him fully, regaining control over her expression as she shrugged beneath his warm hands.

     “Of course. I couldn’t very well wear this robe under the dress. But you didn’t untie it properly.” She reached down and finished untying the knot, not taking the robe off but letting it open at the front. She had to remember to cover over the scars on her body after putting on the dress - it wouldn’t do well for her to look damaged, after all. If she were to be logical, she’d kick him out and ask one of the bridesmaids to help her, but if she was to be confined to a sexless marriage with Regulus, she was decidedly going to give herself something to enjoy until she’d said her I do. Even if that something was coming from someone whom she could only assume hated her. She kept her eyes on his, not willing to back down even if she wasn’t going to touch him. “Well?”

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

         “Oh, well, I guess that I should watch my steps then. Wouldn’t want this to turn into a gory affair after all. It’d be a shame to get blood on that dress that you’ve been starving yourself to fit into,” He easily quipped back. It wasn’t clear if the very real threat of her father killing him frightened him or not. But, knowing Sirius, the idea that her father may kill him that day probably didn’t scare him in the least. He was a Gryffindor, after all, which meant that bravery ran through his very blood–but along with that note so did stupidity. Hence how he’d thought it a good idea to crash the wedding in the first place. 

         “Oh, I know,” He said with a tsk. For all the years that he lived under the Black household, Sirius had figured out one thing for certain. Walburga Black lived to show the Pureblood world that her family was better than all the rest which meant that her hosting skills were to be reckoned with. When she got into the planning mode, there was no stopping the hurricane that was his mother. He supposed that the fact that he was there would send her into some high frenzy, but he’d planned on slipping out before such could happen. “My mother lives for this kind of thing. Has she drove you mad yet?” He questioned. There was no doubt that Walburga was stuck consistently to her future daughter-in-law’s side ensuring that she kept the image of perfection as well.

           “You’ve also had better so really it is a shame that you have to be put through such torture for the rest of your life,” He commented. Of course, Sirius wasn’t going to drop his ego to believe that she grouped him into the category of being worse. He knew better than that. His shoulders shrugged at her question. Truthfully, he hadn’t meant to stumble into his old room at all for it was just his own drunken misjudgment. “Actually, I stumbled into this room by mistake. I was going to look for dear old Reg,” He said. There was no mistaken the bitterness in his tone. It was something that he chalked up to still holding a grudge for his brother turning his back on him—not anything to do with actual jealousy of his brother with Anka, of course.

     “I’ll take that as a compliment.” The Anka in the room was definitely a different one to the one she’d been before around him only months before. With a careful press of her lips, her makeup was completely finished, hair perfectly in place - the only thing left was to put the dress on. Which she didn’t really want to do with Sirius standing around. “Your mother and I get along famously. We have a mutual hatred for certain people.” Of course Walberga had mentioned Sirius, and Anka had told her that she had met Sirius, but found him terribly annoying and awfully rude. The planning was useful, apparently, given that she was to have the wedding of the century. It was ridiculous, people gushed over it like it was something special. Two people lied to each other while everyone watched, it was not worth documenting. Not that she’d mention it to Sirius.

     She just scoffed at his comment, standing up and walking over to the bag her dress was wrapped in, sending him an unimpressed glance as she did. “Don’t flatter yourself, Sirius, you weren’t my best fuck.” Which wasn’t necessarily true. She’d never had a bad experience with sex, always choosing the type of guys who’d give her the sex she wanted. Which wasn’t necessarily the type of sex everyone was into - but she had to admit (albeit internally) that there was something about sleeping with Sirius that made things better than the others. Instead of getting more boring, they were only better each time, pushing limits whenever they were together. The thought brought a slight flush to her pale skin, causing her to pause before opening the dress bag hanging from the wardrobe and reach for the champagne instead, taking a long swig. “I don’t think Regulus is interested in seeing you. Besides, he’s with Walburga.” He spent a fair amount of time with his parents, she had to admit.

     Pouring herself another glass as soon as she finished the champagne, she turned to look at him, one hand resting on her hip as she sipped from the flute. She missed him. She had missed him ever since they’d left for Durmstrang post tournament. She didn’t let it show, though, just looking up and down dismissively. He looked good in a suit. “If that’s all, I suppose you can leave. Unless you were planning on helping me into my dress?” The sarcasm dripped from her words as she put the now empty glass onto the table, turning back to the dress bag and unzipping it, pulling the bag away and tossing it to the side as she stared at the gown. There was no denying it was beautiful - and ludicrously expensive.

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

        “Can’t a big brother wish his little brother luck on his big day?” He responded to her question without hesitation. And without much hesitation, he followed up with his next statement, “Merlin knows that he needs it.” It could, of course, be inferred that he was talking about the fact that his brother would be tied down to her for the rest of his life. That wasn’t exactly what he meant. He, more or less, meant that Regulus had to be subjected to a life of being someone else’s bitch boy. Sirius supposed that in some way that he could’ve prevented that from happening. That, instead, he would be the one getting ready to spend the rest of his life with the woman before him. But, as his mother put it, he’d been too selfish for that. The male didn’t bother to clarify just what he was inferring, however, as he crossed the room to examine his walls more clearly. The hint of a smile appearing at the sight of the Gryffindor banner and a picture of the Marauder or more accurately the reason that he had pasted them up there–as a sign of some sort of rebellion.

           Sirius didn’t bother to stop the snort of laughter that escaped him at her next statement. “Ah–surely your father wouldn’t entertain the idea of bloodshed on the day of his little girl’s wedding. Would ruin the whole mood of the party, don’t you think?” He turned to her as he spoke with the same mischievous glint in his eyes that he’d often given her before when teasing about her father. At the mention of his mother, he merely shrugged his shoulders though inside he felt a small shudder of fear at the idea of running into her. There was no secret that Walburga Black had a temper. And surely Sirius would witness it if she thought that he was here to ruin his brother’s big day in any sort of way. But, despite his inner thoughts, his face didn’t give way to any fear that he felt over the idea of Walburga catching him. He still had an amused smirk that would no doubt irritate the woman in front of him. “And well, Walburga is surely fussing over the wedding too much to even notice me around. I doubt that she’d even bother to give me a second glance,” He finally spoke aloud.

          “You know though, I am a little heart broken that I wasn’t invited to the wedding. But, I can see why. May be a little awkward for your future family to figure out that you had fucked the reject son,” He spoke. His words, of course, were used as a method to disguise the hurt that he felt. That, in the end, Anka had chosen them over him. It didn’t matter if she had did so to protect him from those that would try to harm him if they found out. To Sirius, it was still a betrayal. And well, Sirius wasn’t one to hold back on saying exactly what he thought–especially when he had been drinking. “Speaking of, I hope that you aren’t too disappointed tonight. I don’t think poor Reg has ever seen a naked woman in person. So, unfortunately for you, he will be fumbling trying to figure out what the hell he is doing,” He spoke.

     She ignored the insult. She hardly felt that he was the one getting a raw deal out of their situation. She wasn’t the one who was willingly becoming a death eater, she wasn’t the one who looked at people like they were interesting puzzles to solve instead of people. Not that she was about to show any concern for her future in front of Sirius, she’d already shown enough weakness in front of him -- and seen him exploit that. Purposefully or not. Besides, playing the wife was always the worst part, Regulus would get to be the one in control. Regulus would get to decide what they did and how they did it. She would just have to follow along and act like she was enjoying every minute of it because that was the pureblood life. Not that she wasn’t ready for it, her time at Hogwarts had simply chipped away at her tolerance for pureblood atrocity. She’d spent too much time around good people. And Sirius. Not the same group.

     “I think my father would love to entertain the idea of bloodshed.” More than entertain, if he found out about what she had been up to at Hogwarts then he’d bring the thought of bloodshed to a very real image. The Black family were far more invested in image than the Draganovas, the europeans were more interested in actions than words. The murder of Sirius Black would only prove the dedication her father had to the dark lord - even more than the tattoo on his arm did. Not that she would care about that. Of course. “Oh, you think?” She didn’t call him out on his lie, just arched a brow. He could call her out on her fear of her father, but she could do the exact same to him when it came down to it. Walburga would not overlook him being at the wedding, which meant that he was particularly dedicated to ruining the day to have turned up at all. Or he was drunk off of his face and really hadn’t thought the venture through. OF course he’d charmed the posters and pictures to the wall - which she’d found out when she’d ordered the house eld to tear the picture down, only to be told that it was not possible. 

     At his words she turned away from him, not interested in looking him in the eye while he brought up the past. It was the past, there was no purpose to talking about it, it would never happen again. A laugh did escape her at his final words, though. “Is that a promise? A few seconds and he’ll be done so I can get on with my night. I’ve dealt with worse.” Not that Sirius was worse. At all. But he could take the insult anyway as she reached for the lipstick, applying it meticulously before speaking again. “Did you want to ask something, future brother in law? Or is this just a trip down memory lane -- to see your old room.” Not to see her. She wasn’t going to let herself believe that he was there to see her.

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

       He had been long scorned from the elite Pureblood community which meant that he definitely hadn’t been sent an invitation to what the Prophet called the wedding of the century. Still yet, there he was donned in a nice suit in the middle of the Black-Draganova wedding event. The looks that he received made it quite clear that he wasn’t welcome at the event. Not that he particularly cared. In fact, the looks that he had been given made the event that much more entertaining for him. It was especially entertaining that his family wasn’t really going to do anything about his presence. They were too concerned with their image to risk the coverage of their former son being thrown out of his brother’s wedding.

        Taking a swig from the flask stashed in his pocket, he decided that he ought to go congratulate the groom himself. He hadn’t much spoken to Regulus since he left the Black house all those years ago and admittedly missed his younger brother. That particular thought was far from his mind, however, with the alcohol currently fueling his actions. Due to his decision to pre-party drink, he was more concerned with being an arse to his brother than he was actually showing him any sort of reconciliation. With that in mind, he wandered through the Black manor in search of Regulus. He figured that his brother would be in his room getting ready. However, Sirius overshot and opened the door to his own room instead.

        “What the fuck?” 

      The slur easily spilled from his lips as he witnessed the monstrosity that his room had been turned into. The only thing that was recognizable was the various posters of Muggle bands and women half-clothed on the tops of cars that he permanently charmed to his walls. Other than that, it was a flurry of lace and flowers that he couldn’t recognize. He’d expected that his room would be turned into something disgusting–but this was a level that he hadn’t even prepared for. It took him a second to realize that his room had been turned into a makeshift dressing room. Actually, he didn’t realize it until he saw a vaguely familiar figure sitting in front of a vanity—clothed in what appeared to be a robe.

       “Well–shit, I hope you aren’t getting married in that. I mean–hell, I like the look but don’t think that Walburga would appreciate it.”

     She’d known that it wouldn’t take her father too long to find her a suitable suitor, figured that she should at least be grateful that she’d gotten to wait until she was eighteen to marry, but despite the inevitability of it all, she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in her stomach (the stomach that, under the order of her mother-in-law-to-be was empty and starving because ‘it would all be worth it when the photographer came!’). She’d spent far more time with Walburga than she’d like to, who made it her goal to comment regularly on how much Anka must enjoy having a woman around since her own mother had died. And how tragic that had been. And how she’d really expected her father to move on by now. And was he looking to marry because she knew someone. Eventually she just learned to tune the woman out. 

     Thankfully, Anka had managed to convince everyone to leave her to dress on her own. Unfortunately, she’d been sat at the table unable to move for half an hour when she heard the door open, glancing in the mirror with the expectation of seeing yet another cousin-to-be when her eyes settled on Sirius. Sirius Black had no place at the wedding. Regulus Black was the one she was marrying, Regulus whose words lacked the charm his brother had, instead cold and unquestioning of his parents. Unquestioning of the dark lord. There was a certain irony in the fact that Sirius was the one she was initially meant to marry, that had he not left they’d already be at the very least engaged. Only after he’d become unacceptable had Anka been interested. Not that she was going to let onto that.

     She had to say something. A snappy comeback needed to be forced from her lips but she couldn’t think of anything to say and so instead she just stared at him for a while. She’d let them do her hair and makeup, no interest in having to go through all of that herself, but for the most part she was just sat in her underwear and a thin robe - which she immediately wrapped around herself as he spoke again, tying the knot tightly. “What’re you doing here?” Smooth. She didn’t stand up, just facing him from where she sat. Who did he think he was being there? As if marrying Regulus wasn’t bad enough, he thought it would be a good idea to taunt her? Of course he did. It was how their relationship worked. Not that they had any kind of relationship anymore. That had been clearly ended when she left. Not that she’d been able to tell him exactly why she’d broken it off so abruptly - her engagement had to be announced properly.

     “You need to leave before father sees you and kills you. Or your mother catches you. She’s probably hovering around.”

     As per usual.      

[serenasmuses]

sirius:

              He expected that Marlene would try to find some kind of proof. Sirius didn’t really count on her walking into the kitchen right then to ask Harry about it, however. He’d been thinking that she would have perhaps told him to his face that he was nothing but a liar. That she would kick him out. And, once she’d calmed down, she would then get in touch with Remus who would back his story up. So, when she went into the kitchen, Sirius was unsurprisingly surprised and thus stayed put just as she had instructed. His eyes absentmindedly went to the clock as he waited.

                 It had honestly seemed like hours since she had been gone. But, in reality, it was only a few moments before Harry came out with a dog on the leash. Sirius said good-bye when the boy left. And then, he was waiting again. This time his eyes fixed on the door as he waited for the blonde to appear–anxious to see how she would react now that she knew the truth. At first, he didn’t know how to react as the blonde folded into herself and sank to the floor in tears. It was rather embarrassing, but he stood there for a moment with his eyes on her. Her words, however, caused his feet to move forward as he realized exactly why she was crying like she was.

                 He knelt down in front of her and hesitated for a moment. It was odd for him to be comforting someone. He hadn’t held another person in his arms for twelve years. Still, he forced himself to work up the courage that it took to first loosely wrap his arms around her. “You didn’t know,.” It was the only thing that could come to his mind, but it rang true. She didn’t know. How could she know? it wasn’t her fault for blaming him, for hating him when she had been fed all those lies. He didn’t blame her for it nor did he fault her. He allowed his arms to wrap around her tighter as she continued to cry. “Marlene.. it’s okay. You didn’t know,’ He repeated.

     Marlene had always been the type of person to prefer actions to words, there was little point in waiting to do tomorrow what could easily be done today, which was why she’d gone to get an answer from Harry straight away. It usually worked out well for her, meant that she could find out the truth of matters quickly and get things sorted - but she couldn’t decide whether she was better off knowing now or not. Years of her life had been situated on what now was clearly a lie. Harry wouldn’t lie to her, she could trust Harry. There were few people she let herself trust these days. Essentially, Harry, Remus and Mary were all she had. Not that Mary visited often, immersing herself in the muggle world - not that Marlene could blame her, after what she’d been through. She understood the urge to run away from everything.

     She hadn’t even noticed that he’d moved until his arms were around her, not giving herself the opportunity to think about how odd the situation was before selfishly leaning into him as his arms tightened around her. Things were complicated. Things were always complicated but if she got to feel Sirius’ arms around her for the first time in over a decade then she was going to allow herself that. She turned quiet as he spoke, but still shook with every breath. She didn’t know what to feel. Anger at Peter? Sadness for Sirius? Regret? Betrayal? Hurt? Or happiness that Sirius wasn’t a liar? That he had never betrayed them? “It’s not okay.” She should have known. Somehow, she should have known that Sirius would never do anything to put Lily and James in danger. “I should have figured it out. I should have figured it out.” The sadness of her tone turned to anger - not at Sirius or at Peter - at herself.

     “All those years, Sirius. Here I am crying when you... Merlin, I’m just-” Sorry. She’d said it a hundred times and it seemed more futile every time. Taking in a deep breath she pulled away slightly, just far enough so that she could see him, wiping the tears from her face. Harry couldn’t see this. He’d never seen her upset - she’d never allowed him to. There was too much heartache in his life for her to add to it. “I should have believed in you. We can fix this. Somehow. We can. You can live here with Harry and I. We can fix this.” Not the years he’d spent in Azkaban. Not the relationships that had been ruined or the friends they’d lost - but somewhere deep down Marlene still held some hope that Sirius could be happy, even if she didn’t fully believe it for herself. “I’m telling you I can fix this, Sirius.”

[serenasmuses]

lily:

               In a million years, Lily Evans wouldn’t have counted on actually feeling nervous over what James Potter was going to say next to her. But, there she was. Her heart seemed to beat out of her chest as she waited for some sort of answer and feared that she would get the worst. She truly thought that he would realize with her words that he would enjoy it more with someone that was more experienced than she was. The fear that she held didn’t actually happen though. Instead, he spoke again in hushed, gentle tones as a look of pure concern crossed his features. She seemed to hang on every word that he spoke and felt her nerves settle with it. You broke me, Evans. Lily couldn’t help but to smile quite ridiculously at his words. She could easily recall girls around the castle bragging about how they’d be the ones that would finally settle down James Potter. Back then, she would easily roll her eyes at the comments and not even begin to think that she’d be the one to do just that. Now, the fact that she had been the one to do so gave her a rush that she couldn’t quite explain.

               His lips were back on hers before she could even try to speak. This time Lily easily fell into slow, gentle kiss that transpired between them. She let out a gentle sigh as he deepened the kiss and lazily tangled her tongue with his own. Lily pressed her weight against his torso and couldn’t stifle the small giggle that bubbled out of her lips as they both fell back onto the bed. Her legs tangled with his as she continued to kiss him and soon pulled away breathlessly. There was a somewhat dumbfounded gaze on her features as she seemed to search every portion of his face. He was hers. Completely hers. It was a feeling that she relished in–that she wanted to hold on to forever. She would be just fine for them to be like this all night–gazing at each other and speaking in gentle tones. Yet she knew that he deserved so much more–knew that she wanted to show him in so many more ways just how much she cared about him.

               Her lips brushed gently against his neck to begin with as she moved her hands down from his hair. She gripped his shoulders as she moved down just a fraction on his neck and nipped lightly at his skin. Then, her hands moved down to his chest where they eagerly glided over the material of his Quidditch jersey. The girl then pulled back away from his neck as she pushed her hands down the rest of his torso and grabbed at the material on the bottom of his shirt. Lily then tugged the jersey up and over his head. Once it had been removed, her eyes shamelessly locked on his chest–toned from the Quidditch he played and still slightly glistening with sweat from his practice. After she gazed at him for a moment, she pressed her lips back to his for another deep kiss before she rolled over so that he could be the one on top of her.

     As much as Lily didn’t care for James’ previous attitude towards relationships, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still affected by them. James had never been against dating, he’d had several girlfriends over the years and unlike Sirius was a fan of being in a committed relationship - but only with the right person. Most of his girlfriends had lasted less than four months before they’d broken up - he and Lily had already far passed that point and he had no intentions of breaking up with her -- ever. When the other Marauders mocked him for it he just rolled his eyes, and if they heard what she’d told Lily he’d really be in for it, but James liked to be the romantic. He liked taking his girlfriends on romantic dates and saying dreamy things. Perhaps it fed into his image of being a heart throb, but he didn’t much care. (Plus he knew they’d find out anyway. Lily would tell Marlene. Marlene would tell Remus and then somewhere in between Sirius would find out.)

     There was an odd imbalance when having sex with someone for the first time - who’d take control, what did they like etc that put some people off. James thought it was exciting, he enjoyed figuring out what made the other person tick - so to speak. A smile spread on his lips as she laughed, for a few moments he was completely focused on her, her expression, what she was doing - everything. Although he might not be as bad as his reputation made out, James was definitely cocky, and that cockiness shone through as she stared at his chest, tensing his stomach under her gaze. Ideally he would have showered before this, but he wasn’t about to tell a half naked Lily to wait for him - he wasn’t a completely idiot. As she rolled over onto her back, he moved on top of her within an instant, craving the feel of her skin against his, propping himself up with this hands so he didn’t weigh on her. 

     He kissed along her jaw to her ear, whispering against her lobe, his voice low and breathless. “I want you to enjoy this, Lily. Toes curling-”, his lips trailed down her neck, “back arching,” he bit down gently, kissing the soft skin, “my name on your lips.” He knew that some girls didn’t enjoy sex with guys, that it was more of a task to get through -- he’d never had that complaint and he didn’t want Lily to ever feel like that. Sure, his appearance was why girls wanted him -- but there was another reason why they came back. He brought her in for another kiss, this time with slightly less gentleness than earlier, before running a hand from her shoulder, fleetingly across the material of her bra, and then around to her back, resting on her clasp. He pulled away from the kiss to look at her, forcing himself to go slowly with her - even if he’d been dreaming about it for months. “Is this okay?” The question was sincere, fingers at the ready on the clasp, waiting for her to give permission.