#Gary oldman fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: mention of menstruation, swearing, mention of azkaban

Sirius peeked into the bathroom, smiling softly at me. I looked at him from my spot in the tub. He tilted his head at me, glancing at the toilet before focusing on me again. I nodded as he entered the room.

“feeling better?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Not really.” I drew my legs up to my chest. “Still feels like something is trying to crush me from the inside out.” Sirius nodded and knelt down on the floor next to the tub.

“want me to join you?” He asked, brushing some hair off my face. I nodded, wrapping my arms around my knees. Sirius nodded and got up to pull his clothes off. I watched as I propped my chin on my knees. “I see you’re enjoying the show.” He teased before stepping into the tub behind me.

“yeah.” I whispered. “Even after all these years…”

“mmm. So you say.” Sirius teased again, gently pinching my side. I turned so I could rest my head on his chest, tracing the tattoos that covered him.

“Well…if anything…these tattoos make you that much more attractive to me.” I kissed across the expanse that was covered. “Especially this one.” I traced the moon that covered his ribs. It shifted into a crescent to match the moon that was rising out the window.

“I hope moony is alright.” Sirius sighed, looking out the window as I moved to curl against him. His hand rested on my hip and I gazed up at him. “By next week it will be the full moon. He won’t be able to get the wolfsbane he needs on this assignment. It’s going to be rough.”

“I was making sure he got it after he left Hogwarts.” I said. “I can’t imagine how much worse it is after getting used to that.” I shook my head. Sirius kissed my head and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“and how about you?” He asked. “You were getting potions from…” he nodded his head. “And now you’re not. Maybe that’s why…” my head popped up off his chest.

“Sirius! You’re a genius!” I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I’m going to contact Severus. Maybe he can get me something. Or at least give me the recipe.” I climbed out of the tub, Sirius keeping his hand on my side until I was safely out and heading towards the bedroom to send the owl.

[siriuslynettey]

Pictures of young David Thewlis and Gary Oldman that give Remus and Sirius. 🐾🍫

just imagine Gary with long black hair pls

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

If I were to write a fanfiction where Sirius Black has a four year old daughter he never knew of but that he gets to meet before the events of the Order of the Phoenix, would anyone read it?

(There’s more to the story than that but that’s basically where its starts)

[randomcreator-09]

Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

🐧 - Hello ^^ this is a draft I had for my new obsession with David Thewlis XD. Again requests are open for ideas you want me to write about ^^ any Harry Potter actors or actresses or characters I'm open ^^. Now enjoy hehe ^^

✨No warning :3 very demure XD very short too :3

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The dimly lit room buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. Freddie Mays with his impeccably tailored suit catching the subtle glint of the low lights, surveyed the room with his usual air of unassailable authority. His eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing. But tonight, something—someone—had managed to slip past his usual defenses.

You had been talking with a few acquaintances in the corner, your laughter a warm, melodic contrast to the cool detachment of the surroundings. Freddie had watched you from across the room, a faint frown on his lips. It was more than your beauty that drew him in; it was the way you seemed to navigate the room with effortless grace, making connections with an ease he envied.

He made his way over to you, his movements smooth and deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if the very atmosphere recognized his presence. When he reached you, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried an edge of both command and intrigue.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. There was no pretense, no forced charm—just the raw, unfiltered curiosity of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a blend of surprise and curiosity. "Ah, Mr. Mays, isn't it? I’ve heard quite a bit about you." you smirked as you took a sip on your exquisite rose wine.

A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, have you? I do hope it was nothing too unflattering."

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he found strangely captivating. "Depends on your perspective. But I’m sure there’s more to you than the stories suggest."

Freddie’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of something he didn’t quite recognize in his own expression. "And what would you say if I told you there’s a lot more? That there’s something I can’t quite put into words, something that goes beyond the usual game of power and control?"

There was an intensity in his gaze, a raw honesty that belied his hardened exterior. For a moment, the formidable gangster seemed almost vulnerable, and it was as if he was laying bare a part of himself he rarely showed.

"You’ve got my attention," you said, placing your wine down, your voice steady and inviting. "What is it that you’re trying to say?"

Freddie took a breath, the weight of his next words hanging heavily in the air. "I’m not one for grand gestures or flowery words. But you’ve managed to do something no one else has. You’ve got me thinking about things I’ve long buried—things like... wanting something real."

His confession was raw and unadorned, a rare glimpse into the man behind the ruthless façade. The moment stretched between you, charged with a tension that was both electrifying and palpable.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, the touch a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had sparked between you. "Well, Mr. Mays, if you’re offering something real, I’m willing to see where it leads."

A genuine smile broke across Freddie’s face, a rare and almost boyish expression that transformed his entire demeanor. "Please, call me Freddie." he said with a warm but cautious smile. "Then let’s see where it goes. After all, I’m always up for a bit of unpredictability."

As you both shared a look that promised new beginnings and uncharted territory, the world outside seemed to fade into the background. In that private club, amidst the shadows and whispers, Freddie Mays found himself on the cusp of something he had never truly expected—something that just might be worth more than all the power and control he had ever sought.

[shipthecarsons]

SEASON 1 SLOW HORSES CREW 🐌🐴

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: The Dark Morning

Pairing: Detective Jim Gordon/Reader

Rating: NC17 (language, smut)

Summary: On a rainy December morning, you just can't find the strength to get up for work. Jim can get up, but it's not exactly for work.

Notes: I literally thought of this this morning. I woke up to my alarm going off at the usual time and it was raining outside and still dark. I wanted so badly to stay in the warmth of my bed and thought of this imagine.

Warnings: none

The loud, steady beeping sound that snapped you into the land of wakefulness was as cruel as ever, especially since upon opening your eyes, you realized it was still dark outside. Like, pitch dark. Unusually dark for your typical 6 am wake up call.

Had you accidently changed the time on the alarm? Picking up your head, you looked over at the clock on the dresser across the room, which much to your annoyance read 6:01 am.

Fuck.

Your head flopped back down onto your pillow, your boyfriend stirring behind you, slowly rousing from his own sleep. Groaning to yourself, you carefully slipped out of his arms, hating yourself for having the great idea to put the alarm clock on the dresser instead of right next to your bed. It had worked as far as being a gentler way of waking you up in the mornings, but it also forced you to leave the cocoon the two of you had created overnight as you padded to the clock and hit the snooze button. Shuffling back to bed, you quickly slid between the sheets and back into Jim’s arms, smiling to yourself as you managed to once again find a comfortable position.

Behind you, Jim inhaled slowly through his nose, face turning to nuzzle against your hair as he pressed more firmly against your back. You hummed your approval, subtly tilting your hips back to nudge the half-mast that was grazing your ass.

He snorted audibly, smiling into your neck and murmuring, “Morning, sweetheart.”

You moaned in response. “It’s still dark outside. The sun is broken,” you mumbled, earning a sleepy chuckle that vibrated against your skin. “Or the clock is broken, one of the two.”

He pressed a noisey kiss to the back of your shoulder, his whiskers gently scratching your skin, and rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself over the cleft of your ass. “Check my watch, it’s on the nightstand.”

Without opening your eyes, you reached out in front of you, feeling along the wood surface of the nightstand until your fingers brushed over his watch. You pulled it closer to your face and looked at the time, groaning louder this time.

6:03 am. How?

You rolled halfway onto your back, not yet ready to completely change the way Jim was holding you just yet as you opened your eyes, confirming your earlier discovery. It was in fact still night time. “How is it already time to get up? It’s still dark outside,” you complained, pulling his arm tighter around you as you settled back into place.

Then you heard it, the gentle taps on the pavement outside, the distant rolling thunder. Jim heard it too, because he nuzzled his now fully hard cock against your hind quarters and said, “Sounds like it’s raining.”

Great. Just fucking perfect. Gotham sucked in the rain. The sidewalks always had a layer of water enough to soak the bottom of your pants, and it didn’t help that most of the pedestrians were unfazed by whether or not they accidently stepped too hard on a crack in the sidewalk and splashed your entire legs with filthy rainwater. Not to mention the mud mixed in. The traffic wasn’t much better as it seemed the rain made everyone forget how to drive even more than usual.

“I hate going out in the rain,” you whined just as the alarm began to go off again, your five minutes of snoozing over.

“I got it this time,” Jim whispered to you, kissing the corner of your jaw before he got up, a cold slap hitting the backs of your bare legs and the parts of your ass that weren’t covered by your underwear.

Grunting softly, you held the comforter tighter against you, trying to stay sleepy so that you could easily drift off again when the beeping stopped. A moment later, a large, warm hand slid over the curve of your hip, stroking around to cup your ass.

“Let’s play a game,” Jim whispered in your ear as he got back under the covers with you. He didn’t let you ask before he added, “Let’s see if I can make you come before the alarm goes off again.”

A lazy laugh bubbled in your throat, eyes still closed as you parted your legs for him, hooking one over his.

“Eager little Detective First Grade, aren’t you?” he teased as his hand moved to cover your vulva, touching you over your panties. Pressing down on your slit, he groaned under his breath. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re already so wet for me.”

You hummed, rocking your hips as one hand reached behind you to pull him closer by the hip. “Jim,” you whimpered, humping against his hand as his fingers slipped under the seat of your panties. His knuckles dragged against your wet folds, sending tickles in either direction and making your muscles clench, searching for something to clamp down on.

“I have half a mind to stay in bed with you all day, Detective,” he mumbled, his middle finger slowly tracing your opening, eliciting a shiver from you as your muscles tried to draw the digit in.

“Please,” you whined, arching yourself back to present yourself to him, suddenly incredibly aware of how empty you are.

“Please what, baby?” His finger slowly slid up to your clit, circling leisurely while he sucked on the pulse point on your neck.

“I need you inside me, Jim,” you answered in a shiver.

Jim groaned against your ear, the hairs of his mustache tickling below your earlobe. Hastily, he pulled away and began to fumble behind you, you presumed to take himself out, but before you could turn to look, his fingers were back. Roughly shoving your panties to one side, he grazed his tip over your hole, which clenched in response.

Another whine pulled from your chest as your hips tried to follow his movements. “You’re not gonna make it before the alarm goes off again,” you said, trying to entice him to fill you up.

His mustache twitched slightly, grazing over your jaw. “Nicely played, Detective.”

Biting your bottom lip, you lowered your shoulders slightly in invitation, wiggling back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally pushed into you, your muscles clamping down on him as he sank inch by inch into your hot channel. A long, low groan vibrated in your throat when his hips pressed against your ass, giving you some time to adjust to him. Lowering his upper body, he laid down and assumed the spooning position again, chest against your back, arm wrapping around you while he dropped a kiss on your shoulder.

“I can’t think of anything better than being inside you first thing in the morning,” he whispered, leaving another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response, your walls hugging his shaft as you smiled at his sweet words. Jim always knew what to say to make you feel like the only woman in the entire city of Gotham.

Outside, the rain raged on, darkening the sky enough to trick you that it was still the middle of the night. That Jim could take his time bringing you to the brink and back again before finally letting your release wash over you. That the two of you could worship each other for at least a few more hours before the work day would demand your attention.

Rolling back against him, you met his lazy thrusts halfway. From this angle, you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, his slow and shallow thrusts, rocking you gently back and forth. Reaching back with one hand, you slid your fingers through his thick, bed-tousled hair, tilting your head into the pillow to accommodate his kisses along the side of your neck.

“Jim,” you whimpered.

His hand moved to massage your breast, twisting and pulling your tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The new stimuli pulled a gasp from you as you arched your back, your breaths coming in heavy pants. He tilted his hips just slightly, and it didn’t take much more effort on his part to find your g spot. With each slow drag over the tender sponge, shivers ran through your body, the most delicious tickles building deep inside you and reaching all the way up to your head.

Close. You were so close.

The vibration of his low grunts against your skin and his fingers still toying with your nipples like a man who had done so his entire life elevated your pleasure. You had only been with him a year, and in that time he’d gotten to know your body inside and out. The only thing left for him to do was say, “There’s my good girl.”

The praise was more than enough to drag another final moan from deep in your belly, your pussy fluttering in delight around him as your release surged through your body. You were barely conscious of anything outside of being so full, and his name ripping from your throat like desperate prayers. Your body trembled in his arms, eyes rolling back in your head.

Jim growled against your ear, arms tightening around you as his own orgasm burst from him, your name leaving his lips as though doing so would bind you together for the rest of your lives. His lips and hands were everywhere then, wanting and needing to consume you in every way he could.

It was then that you realized that you hadn’t heard the alarm, because it hadn’t gone off. But it had certainly been longer than the usual five minute snooze interval. Setting that aside for the time being, you hummed with a smile, snuggling back against Jim and gripping his cock with your muscles to prolong both your pleasures. The aftershocks were soft, but full-bodied, dancing in the form of shivers up and down your skin, leaving goosbumps in their wake.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He had said the words so many times before, but each time was like the first. And everytime he said them, you could feel them so much more than hear them.

“I love you, too, Jim.”

Pressed against each other from head to toe, you lay still, as if doing so could pause time itself. It was another moment before you spoke again, folding one leg behind his to keep him where he was.

“Was that really less than five minutes?”

“I’m honestly not sure. I didn’t snooze it, I shut it off,” he answered, lifting his upper body enough to look at the clock. Laying back down with a sigh, he hugged you back against him. “Six fifteen.”

You groaned, earning a chuckle from Jim. He planted a kiss on your neck and nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear.

“I can make breakfast,” he whispered, making you smile.

“That would mean you getting up, and I definitely don’t want that,” you answered. “You mentioned staying in bed all day?”

“You mean play hooky?” he asked.

You didn’t actually expect him to agree. Jim Gordon was the most dedicated and straight-laced detective you knew. He wasn’t the type to skip a day of work just for the hell of it. So you were suprised when after a moment, he reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“What should we say? Flu?” he asked, opening up his contacts. “It’s the season.”

You shifted to look back at him. “Wait, really? You’d skip work with me?” There was a sheepish smirk on his lips as he found the right contact in his phone. You couldn’t help but tease him some more. “Jim Gordon.”

He snorted. “I could use some time away from the precinct to work on the case against Carmine Falcone anyway,” he answered. “And maybe I need the help of one of my best detectives.”

“Sounds good, Sarge,” you replied, fully satisfied with his response. “But before we get started and after we’ve had breakfast, I think I’d like for us to lick every inch of each other’s bodies.”

He looked at you, phone held up to his ear and he nodded once. “That can be arranged.”

[lovetgr76]

[babydolldreamss]

I'm in the process of writing a Stansfield x Fem Reader OC fanfic on AO3! I will be updating it soon, please check it out if you're interested💕

[celestialsister0918]

Can someone write me some Jackie Flannery?? 👀 🙏

[arti-kuli-san]

charlie oldman is young sirius talk your bullshit to the wall

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing

I rubbed my forehead as I took another sip from my cup, draining it in one go. The noise of another cup being put down made me look up. Jim stood there with a case file under one arm, cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

“late night? Or early morning?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my head as he moved to sit next to me. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed his hand, tilting it to catch a look at his watch.

“Both I think.” I said, letting go of his hand. Jim chuckled and leaned over to flip through the file in front of me. “Maybe I should head to bed.” I said, rubbing my face before leaning into Jim.

“want me to join you?” He asked, pulling back to look at me. I shrugged. “Yeah I’ll come with. I can read a file in bed. It’s fine.”

“you’re commissioner. You can do what you want.” I yawned as I stood up. Jim took my hand as he walked with me back to our bedroom. I climbed into bed and he waited until I was comfortable before climbing in next to me. I moved over to lay on his chest while jim wrapped his arm around me, file laying open on his lap.

“I’ll wake you in a couple hours.” I groaned as I turned my head into his chest to block out the light. “You need to eat. I’ll make you something. Don’t worry about it.” I nodded and let myself drift off. When I woke up later, my face was turned into a pillow and Jim was walking in with a tray of food. “Afternoon sleepy head.” He teased, setting down the tray and leaning in to kiss me.

“thought you said it would only be a couple hours.” I grumbled, brushing the hair out of my face as I looked over the tray. Jim smiled as he brought it closer. “You didn’t need to make this much food.”

“thought you deserved it.” Jim shrugged. “After pulling an all nighter like you did.” I nodded as I started to eat. “That file? What’s it on?” I swallowed my mouth full and smiled at him.

“case study. Thought I’d take a look at some of the older cold cases.” Jim nodded. “It’s some of the older joker murders.”

“I thought we solved all of those.” Jim’s said as he stole a piece of toast off the tray.

“the Arthur fleck ones.” I said, covering my mouth while I ate. “The original joker.” Jim rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Yeah I know. It also takes me across the Wayne murders and i thought i was seeing something there. Maybe some way to tie them to him and actually make them stick this time.” I shrugged while Jim looked impressed with me. “I’ll have to look again but I’m thinking now that I’ve slept and ate, maybe there wasn’t really something there at all.”

“well if anyone can find it, it’s you.” Jim assured me. “I’d be happy to help if you need it.” I nodded as we continued to eat. “Any other plans for the rest of the day?”

“depends. What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I might be able to be persuaded to put the file on hold.” Jim leaned over and kissed me deeply, one hand on my cheek.

“I can think of a few things.” He said, pulling back slightly as I trailed after him.

“you drive a hard bargain commissioner.” I teased him. “But I think I’m in agreement.” Pulling him back with me as I laid back, I kissed him just as deeply.

[siriuslynettey]

Two Boys, One Scarf

Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily sat outside while large fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. Professor Mosswood, their herbology teacher had finished his lesson early and thought it would be a great idea for the kids to get some fresh air for the rest of the class period. The only problem was the freezing cold weather conditions.

“Of course that asshole made us sit out here while he went to the warmth of the indoors.” James remarked, rubbing his gloved hands together and rocking back and forth. He had already given Lily, who was sitting next to him, his jacket.

“Get up and move around Prongs! You have to get your blood flowing!!” Sirius exclaimed as he spun around, periodically making snowballs and throwing them at unsuspecting victims.

“I would if I could feel my fucking toes.” James grumbled back.

Remus stood next to the bench that James, Lily, and Peter sat on, chuckling at Sirius and James’ exchange.

“Remus, what time is it?” Lily asked, also rubbing her hands together.

“Nine forty-five.” Remus replied, being the only friend who always wore a watch, he was always the designated time keeper.

“Ugh, we still have fifteen minutes and my nose is so cold.” Lily cried, her ruby red nose corroborating her statement.

“Like I said, we have to get the blood pumping,” Sirius said, throwing one last snowball in the air. “I’m going on a walk, who's coming with?”

Remus walked towards Sirius, not even giving a verbal reply. Both him and Sirius knew he was coming no matter what. James and Lily both shook their heads, almost as fast as their bodies were shaking.

“Peter?” Sirius asked.

“Too cold.” Peter simply replied.

Sirius and Remus walked through the exterior hallways. Both walking in comfortable silence, watching the snow fall from the sky.

“Don’t tell any of the others, but I’m fucking feezing” Sirius blurted out, causing Remus to burst out into laughter.

“I figured, making snowballs with your bare hands probably didn’t help.” They both stopped and huddled in a corner of the walkway. The small space caused them to be in close proximity, Remus slightly towered over Sirius. “So much for ‘not needing’ your scarf and gloves.” Before they had walked outside, Sirius had assured the others he wouldn’t be needing his winter garments, Remus however, was covered head to toe with his thick wool coat and Gryffindor scarf and gloves.

“Here.” Remus unraveled his scarf and placed it on Sirius, hoping to warm him up a little.

“And now you don’t have one.” Sirius scoffed. He unwrapped the long scarf and wrapped it around the both of their necks, causing their already close proximity to become closer.

They both laughed at the now ineffectiveness of the scarf, but neither of them said anything. Using his height difference to his advantage, Remus rested his head on Sirius', both of them continuing to watch the large snowflakes fall.

“My hands are going to fall off.” Sirius whispered, trying to trudge through the pain. “Here, feel.” He pulled back and placed his hands on Remus’ face

“Ugh, Pads!” Remus exclaimed, quickly pulling away from him. Their scarf falling to the ground and getting fully dusted in snow. “Nice job.” Remus chuckled and took off his gloves, throwing them at Sirius.

“Next time I promise I’ll bring gloves.” Sirius promised, now beginning to feel bad for Remus.

“Yeah, you better.” If it were anybody else, that statement would have been very passive aggressive, but for Sirius, he couldn’t help but laugh.

[randomcreator-09]

Chapter 09 OUT! ^^

⚠️Contains 18+⚠️

[shipthecarsons]

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Chapter Nineteen: A Comfort and A Cruel Reminder

With Penny working another night shift, Sirius kept himself busy with the spell that would give her some security after he left. And him, peace of mind. As determined as he was to get Wormtail away from his godson, there was a small part of him that wished to stay right where he was. To live the rest of his days as Penny’s beloved pet and friend sounded like a peaceful existence, even if he would never be allowed to go outside without his lead. Still, peace would mean nothing if he didn’t do everything he could to do his duty as Harry’s godfather, and keep the boy safe. And after his failure 13 years before, it was the least Sirius owed him.

Seeing Harry up close earlier in Diagon Alley, hearing his voice without the twist of anger surging through it was more than Sirius could have ever hoped for. And the fact that he looked just like James did at that age was both a comfort and a cruel reminder of how he had failed two of his closest friends.

And then there was Remus, who in just one more night would have to endure another full moon alone, and it was all because of Sirius’ recklessness. If he just hadn’t been so impulsive and gone after Wormtail himself. If only he’d told someone… things would be different. James and Lily would still be gone, but at least Harry wouldn’t have been left at his aunt and uncles. At least Remus wouldn’t have to face full moons on his own.

Placing the sneakoscope on her mantle, he flicked and waved his wand a couple more times, finishing the spell. Now all that was left was to prepare himself to leave her behind and possibly never see her again.

The front door opened and Penny smiled at him as she came inside and closed the door behind her. “Hey, I got some more movies for us.”

Sirius smirked softly at her as she went to the sofa and put her things down, opening the plastic bag and pulling out five tapes. “I thought since I’m off tomorrow, and it’s your last day, we can just veg out on the sofa and have a marathon.”

“You want to watch films all day?” he asked.

She bobbed her shoulders. “Well, if we want to take a break, I’ve got a puzzle I’ve been meaning to put together…”

The smirk on his face melted into a warm smile as his eyes lowered to the tapes in her hand. “Right, what have you got then?”

Penny beamed and finished taking the tapes out of her bag.

“I know we’re not anywhere near Christmas, but It’s a Wonderful Life is literally amazing,” she said, holding one of the tapes up for a moment before she put it on the coffee table and held up another. “Raging Bull — I’ve actually never seen this one — The Princess Bride, another classic. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, because if I don’t introduce you to Jack Nicholson before you leave, I’ll never forgive myself, and lastly, ET: The Extra-Terrestrial.”

“Sounds great,” he replied.

“So what have you been doing?”

“Well, I’ve got that sneakoscope all set up. If it starts to whistle and spin like mad, that means someone dangerous is coming. We’ll need to sort out an exit strategy for you in the event that it happens.”

Penny nodded once, her eyes on the sneakoscope sitting on the mantle. “I mean, I can just leave through the back door.”

“Not quite what I was thinking,” he replied. “The easiest way would be to connect your fireplace to the floo network, but I don’t think that’s —”

“Could Uncle Jack do that for me?” she asked. “I mean, this used to be his place, it’s still under his name.”

“He used to live here? In this flat?”

“Yeah.”

“Then there’s a slight chance that it’s already connected,” Sirius mumbled, almost to himself.

Of course, that didn’t do much good seeing as how she would still need floo powder to use the floo network.

“We’ll need to go back to Diagon Alley so that you can buy floo powder.”

“Or Uncle Jack could just come with me,” she replied. “I’ve already got it figured out,” she added, stepping around him to sit on the sofa with one foot tucked under the opposite knee. “I’m gonna use some of the parchment you made to write him a letter and then go to the Owl Post to send it. Hopefully he doesn’t freak out too much. Anyway, after he knows that I know about magic, it won’t be too hard to convince him to come with me to get some of that floo powder thing.”

Sirius nodded as he took in her proposed strategy, and he was unable to see any potential for something going wrong. He agreed that once her uncle knew that she was aware of magic, and even of how wizards communicated with one another, he would be much more keen to help her.

“Clever girl,” he mumbled with a faint smirk. “What about when he asks how you know all that you know?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” she answered, smiling back at him. “I’ve also been thinking —”

“Of course you have,” he answered in a sigh.

“I think you should forget the train and let me take you to Scotland myself,” she said.

Sirius immediately began to shake his head as a soft smile formed on his lips. Taking a step toward the sofa, he sat down beside her, his arm draping over the back. “No.”

“It’s stupid to get on the train when there are Dementeds roaming around, looking for you.”

“Dementors.”

“Whatever.”

“They can’t sense me in my dog form, I’ll be fine,” he answered. “Besides, you’re a muggle, you won’t be able to see the school.”

“I will if I’m wearing the glasses you made me,” she argued.

“Right.” For a moment he remained silent; he’d forgotten about the bloody glasses. “Still. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be seen in Hogsmeade. Harry has already seen you, and so has one of his friends. What if they tell a teacher about the strange American that seems to be following them, and curiously doesn’t appear to have a student attending Hogwarts?”

“Oh, don’t be so — wait, strange?!”

“You know what I mean,” he answered in a chuckle. “Just stay here. You can be much more helpful if you don’t need to worry about being caught out by the wrong sort. Besides, you’ve got your job at the library to worry about. And what if you hear back from that expedition you applied for and you aren’t here to receive it?”

Penny rolled her eyes subtly. “I guess.”

“Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m annoyed,” she answered, though the slight smirk on her face took some of the bite from her words. “But I guess you’re right, I just… I guess I don’t really wanna say goodbye.”

“Well, I’m not leaving yet,” he said.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, forcing a smile.

He wished there was more he could say to comfort her, but before he could find the words, she stood.

“It’s pretty late. I’m gonna have a shower and get some sleep,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Muggle film marathon,” he replied.

She nodded once, and as she turned to walk down the hall, he called out to her.

"I’ve realized that I’m likely not going to have very much comfort after tomorrow. I was hoping I might sleep in my human form before then,” he said, gesturing to the sofa with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah, sure,” she answered with a soft smile. “I’ll grab you a pillow and blanket.”

“That would be lovely, thanks,” he said as she went to the closet in the hall, standing on tiptoes to reach for something on the top shelf. Sirius bit down on the tip of his tongue to keep himself from asking her to join him, smiling at her as she brought over a fluffy pillow and a folded blanket. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Settling in on the sofa, Sirius laid down and spread the blanket over himself just as Penny went back into the bathroom and shut the door.

Fluffing the pillow a bit, he laid down on his back, and found himself wondering how Harry was doing. He was safe where he was, but still Sirius felt the gnawing of guilt over the fact that his own godson didn’t even have somewhere to call home. At least not at the moment. And the more he thought about it, the more he wondered whether he would have some place to go back to at the end of the year. What made it all the worse was how Sirius knew that it was his own fault. If things had been different, Harry would always have a home.

Rubbing a hand over his face, Sirius let out an exhausted sigh, looking over at his dog bed while he contemplated sleeping as Padfoot after all. At least as a dog, he wouldn’t need to think about all of this quite as intricately. Sirius turned onto his side, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder.

Of course, if things had been different he might never have met Penny, and that seemed like a tragedy all on its own.

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened, allowing a wave of steam to float into the hall as Penny came out wrapped in a towel. The fresh scent of Maplewood filled his nostrils, and while he did his best not to stare, the sight of her exposed slightly pink skin was too delightful to miss. Even when she glanced in his direction and looked away while her cheeks turned rosy, he couldn’t make himself look away. There was a stir in the pit of his stomach, and a voice inside him, so faint he could hardly sense it, told him, go to her. But he remained perfectly still. The moment she shut her bedroom door behind her, he let out a breath, rolling onto his stomach and covering his head with the pillow.

Whatever he was laying against, it was soft… and warm. And it smelled like Penny. Just as he was about to open his eyes, it moved against him and let out a breathy moan.

Was he dreaming?

“What time is Harry coming over?” she asked.

He was dreaming, and now that he’d acknowledged as much, everything came into sharp focus and felt so real. He tightened his arm around her waist and pressed his nose in her hair.

“Sirius?”

A smirk formed on his lips at the sound of his name tumbling from her lips. “Yes?”

“What time is Harry gonna be here?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, kissing a path along her neck in hopes that in this dream, she was his.

“Hmm,” she hummed, and he could swear that he’d heard a smile in it.

“You feel so good,” he whispered in her ear as he hugged her tighter.

Sweet Circe.

She was naked, though her form seemed to fade into darkness beneath the blanket they shared, keeping him from having a proper look at her. Still, her bare skin against his own was undeniable — soft and warm.

“Sirius,” she whispered, reaching for him.

“Say it again,” he whispered back.

“Siri — us?”

It was dark now, and somehow his eyes had shut again without him consciously doing so. His arms were wrapped tightly around something soft and warm, but nowhere near as much as Penny had been. One thing remained the same, however, and it was currently trapped between his hips and the sofa beneath him, throbbing insistently.

“Sirius?” he heard again in her voice, though it lacked the breathy intimacy from his dream.

Sirius opened his eyes, taking in the design on the pillow that she’d given him the night before. His eyes shifted to her standing in the kitchen doorway, looking at him with a slight concern on her face. Even with the oversized sweatshirt and joggers that she had on, she still looked breathtaking.

“You were whimpering. Did you have another bad dream?”

He tried to suppress a smirk. “Not exactly.”

Turning his head to press his face into the pillow, he tried to focus on calming himself down and ignoring the voice in the back of his mind telling him to get up and confess that he’d been dreaming about her. Thankfully, she had gone back into the kitchen by the time he turned his head and looked at where she had been standing. He inhaled, his stomach growling as the scent of cinnamon filled his nostrils.

“That smells delicious,” he said, relieved that his body seemed to be relaxing enough for him to sit up. “What is it?”

Penny poked her head through the doorway, smiling at him. “It’s a surprise.”

Smiling back, he stood and went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth before going to stand in the doorway of the kitchen. On the counter was a bowl with an icy-white substance inside and an oven mitt laying beside it. Penny was just pouring coffee into two mugs when a loud beep came from the oven.

“I went out this morning while you were still asleep and got these. I present to you…” She placed a tray with what appeared to be swirlie cakes in it on the stove and held her arms up. “Cinnamon buns!”

“So that’s what they look like then?” he asked, stepping closer for a better look. “They look a bit like cakes.”

“They’re delicious, just wait,” she said, grabbing the bowl and pouring the icy-white substance over them. “We just have to let them rest for a couple minutes so that the cake can absorb the icing.”

“I’m going to miss having breakfast with you,” he said as she shut the oven off.

She smiled back at him, a sad look flashing in her eyes. “Yeah, me too.”

A brief silence fell between them, neither of them looking away from the other before Penny was the one to break it, gesturing to the two mugs of coffee.

“You wanna grab those while I fix our plates?”

Nodding once, Sirius took hold of the two mugs and brought them into the sitting room where he set them on the coffee table. He went around to the sofa and folded up the blanket he had been using, leaving it on top of the pillow on one end of the sofa. Penny came up behind him with two plates, each holding a pair of cinnamon buns, and set them on the coffee table as well.

“So, which movie first?” she asked, settling herself on the sofa as he came to sit beside her.

“Why don’t we see about this Jack Nicholson bloke,” he answered, looking down at the food on his plate. “Don’t we need forks?”

“Oh no, the best part about a cinnamon bun is that you can eat it with your hands,” she answered, picking up one of her cinnamon buns and biting into it as if to demonstrate.

Sirius hesitantly followed suit, slowly chewing. After a few moments, he swallowed, moving his tongue over his teeth to get every little bit that was left. “That’s quite good.”

“I told you,” she answered, using the remote to turn on the TV before she went to put the tape into the VCR. “I think you’re really gonna like this movie.”

“I’ve enjoyed every film you’ve shown me,” he replied, taking another bite of his cinnamon bun.

It was difficult for him to accept that in just a few hours, he would be saying goodbye to her. And as much as he hoped and wished that it wouldn’t be for the last time, he couldn’t help but do his best to mentally prepare himself for just that.

After the film, they cleaned up from breakfast as though they’d been doing it together for years, Penny washed, while Sirius dried and put things away. It was incredibly ordinary, which was more than welcome before he would be forced to live in the elements. He wondered if he would be able to come back after dealing with Peter, but didn’t want to linger on the idea for too long. For all he knew, he would be caught before even getting near Wormtail and sent back to Azkaban for the rest of his wasted life.

Penny sniffled beside him, her watery eyes fixed on the TV, where ET: The Extra-terrestrial was playing.

“Alright?”

“I’ve seen this movie like a thousand times, and I lose it every time.” She wiped at her eyes and sniffled again.

“This is a children’s movie?”

Penny picked up a leftover napkin from breakfast and blew her nose. “Technically no, but a lot of people took their kids to see it. I mean, I was 15 when my cousins took me to see it, but I know younger kids than that saw it too.”

“Hm.”

“Well, what kind of movies did you watch as a kid?”

Sirius smirked darkly to himself; Walburga Black had never been one for the arts, even that which was wizard-made. It was his Uncle Alphard that had the affinity for art, but as soon as his mother had caught on that Sirius had taken an interest, she forbade Alphard from ever taking him to another gallery.

“When he finally accepts his duties as heir, perhaps he can indulge his hobbies more.”

Sirius grimaced. “My mother didn’t exactly appreciate the arts.”

“Oh one of those, huh?” she asked, making him snort softly.

“Yes. She was one of those,” he answered. “Really anything that I liked, she seemed to detest. A very interesting pattern, to say the least.”

“You guys don’t get along?”

“She’s dead,” he replied matter of factly. “But when she was alive, ‘not getting along’ doesn’t even scratch the surface I’m afraid. She hated me. I’m sure she was more relieved than anything else when I ran away.”

Penny frowned, reaching to lay her hand on his arm in comfort. “I’m so sorry.”

He bobbed his shoulders. “It is what it is. To be honest, I wasn’t terribly heartbroken to have lost those relationships. My father wasn’t much better, and my brother…” Sirius shook his head absently at the memories of Regulus’ looks of betrayal whenever they would see each other at school. “He was always much more pliable when it came to our parents.”

He must have not seemed sincere because Penny slightly narrowed her eyes and gave his arm a squeeze.

“You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you had been heartbroken. It’s your family, the first people you learn to love and care about in your life.”

Sirius smirked. “My family wasn’t exactly the loving and caring type.”

“Really? Not even when you were really young?”

“Until I was about nine, I suppose. But that was when they thought that I would eventually assume my role as heir. Once it became clear that I had no interest, they moved on to my brother, and I became the problem child,” he replied with a smile that held no mirth.

“Are you, like, a prince or something?” Penny asked, earning a bark of laughter from Sirius.

“No, but that’s not to say that my father didn’t believe being a Black made you practically royal,” he said. “He was wrong.”

“How old were you when you ran away?”

Swallowing gently, Sirius picked at a loose thread in his joggers. “Sixteen.”

Wordlessly, Penny moved her hand until their arms were linked and rested her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“So you’ve just been on your own all this time?”

Turning his head to look back at her, the corner of his lips curled slightly as he shook his head.

“No, I ran to James’. His parents took me in, and some time later, I got my own flat. But they had always been more of a mother and father to me than my own parents.”

“It still couldn’t have been easy,” she replied, glancing down at his lips. “I’m glad you had people that were there for you.”

Turning her head to face forward again, she rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled closer to him. The music in the film hit a crescendo, building the tension and bringing his attention back to it. Snuggling back against her, he tilted his head to lean against hers.

“I got really into astronomy for a little while after watching this movie,” she said.

“Did you?” he asked in a chuckle.

“Mhm,” she answered. “It didn’t last. I watched Dragonslayer not long after, and that’s when my real obsession was born. Wait!” She lifted her head to look up at him. “Are dragons real?”

Sirius nodded, a soft smirk on his face.

“No way! Have you ever seen one?”

“No,” he answered. “There are some in Britain but most of them are in Romania.”

“Oh,” she replied.

Her phone rang, and Penny didn’t hesitate to reach across Sirius’ lap to pick up the phone.

“Hello? Oh hey, mom.” There was a tight smile on her face as she slumped back against the sofa. “Nothing, just hanging out,” she continued, glancing at Sirius. “Oh really? When?” Her eyes slowly began to widen as she listened to her mother’s answer. “Uh, yeah, I mean, as far as I know. I haven’t heard back from the expedition I’m hoping to join, so —” She listened some more, her lips tightening into a straight line the more she listened. “Look, if anything changes I’ll let you know, but yeah, as of now, I’ll be free.”

Sirius was trying not to listen in, picking up one of the tapes to read the box it had come in, but he couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be getting a bit frustrated with the conversation — a regular occurrence whenever she was on the phone with her mother.

“Okay, that sounds great, mom. Yeah. Okay. Love you too, bye.” Reaching over Sirius again, she hung up the phone and stood with a sigh. “I swear, it’s like she has some sort of radar that tells her when I’m perfectly comfortable so that she can maximize her opportunity to make me uncomfortable.”

Sirius looked at her as she went into the kitchen and began rummaging through a cupboard. “Surely she doesn’t do so on purpose.”

Penny stepped back so that he could see her from his place on the sofa, and said, “The last time she came to visit me, she dragged me out to a pub and started hitting on men on my behalf. It was unhinged.” Going back to the cupboard, she closed it and went to the microwave to make the popcorn she had retrieved.

“That’s… certainly strange,” he replied.

“Yeah, ya think?” she replied, pressing a couple of buttons on the microwave before she came to lean against the doorframe with an exhausted sigh. “She’s seriously too much sometimes. At least my dad is coming with her, she’s usually a lot better when he comes along.”

He gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sure it’s just her strange way of showing how much she cares about you.”

Penny snorted softly, smiling back at him. “That’s what my dad says.”

The microwave began to beep, and Penny turned to take out a large bowl before she retrieved the popcorn bag and dumped the contents into the bowl.

“I just wish she would get over this whole ‘me getting married and having kids’ trip she’s been on since I graduated high school.”

“Perhaps she will in time,” he replied as she sat back down beside him with the bowl of popcorn.

“It’s been eight years!”

“Well, I never said how much time,” Sirius replied, trying to lighten the mood. He was relieved when she chuckled under her breath, and reached for some popcorn. “You don’t need to feel badly about doing what’s best for you. However others may react, doing what’s best for you is always the right thing.”

Smiling softly at him, she nodded, running a hand through her hair. “Yeah, I know. It’s just so unnecessarily stressful.”

He didn’t quite know how to respond, but then he remembered a conversation they’d had the day before. Moving to the end of the sofa, he patted his lap.

“Right. Come on then, feet up,” he said.

“What?”

“I believe I owe you a foot massage,” he replied. “And considering that you’ve just been through a stressful phone call, there’s no better time for me to begin settling that debt.”

Penny’s lips quirked into a smile as she put the bowl of popcorn down and slowly moved herself back so that she could place her bare feet on his lap. Sirius turned slightly to face her, his hands cradling one foot. Her skin was far softer than he imagined, and he swallowed thickly as he worked to keep his mind on massaging her feet and not on seeing more of her skin. He moved his thumbs in slow, firm circles, gently massaging the ball of her foot, looking up at her to gauge her reaction.

“Is that too much pressure?” he asked as he slid his thumbs from the ball of her foot, out to the edges.

“No, that’s perfect,” she answered.

Walking his thumbs down the outer edges of her foot, he massaged the arch while he focused on trying not to become excited with her foot in his lap. Somehow he imagined it would be difficult — and quite possibly awkward — to explain an erection.

Hippogriffs. Quidditch. Cousin Bella.

Sirius grimaced as an image of his deranged cousin formed in his mind. At least she was still locked away in Azkaban. No doubt if she wasn’t, Harry would be in even more danger.

“Oh God, do my feet stink?” Penny asked.

Shifting his eyes up to hers, Sirius chuckled and shook his head. “No, not at all. I was just thinking about something unpleasant, that’s all. Your feet are lovely.”

A pink hue formed on her cheeks as she lowered her eyes. “Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s too bad you won’t be here to give me another foot massage before my parents come to visit. I have a feeling I’ll need it… and likely after they leave, too.”

Smiling, Sirius snorted softly as he moved on to massaging her heel. “Your mother can’t force you to date, you know.”

“I know, I wish she would just take a hint. Hearing about it every time I talk to her doesn’t make me wanna get into a relationship any sooner,” she answered. “I haven’t even totally ruled out the possibility of getting married someday, but not now.”

“Have you told her that? I know you’ve told her you’re not interested in dating, but have you told her that you might want to marry someday?”

“Hell no. She already can’t leave well enough alone. If I told her that I’m open to eventually getting married, she would be even more insufferable,” she answered.

Sirius snorted softly. “Right, I suppose you’re right.” One of his thumbs dragged down the length of her foot, massaging the middle of her arch in long, slow strokes. “What does your dad say about it?”

“He knows better than to get involved,” she replied. “Every time he’s tried to get her to fricken relax, she goes on and on about how he couldn’t possibly understand what she’s going through, and ‘don’t you want grandkids before you die?’” She rolled her eyes. “So dramatic, I swear.”

Sirius chuckled under his breath as his hand moved to massage her ankle, his fingers gliding beneath the leg of her pajama pants. He could swear he heard her gasp, but dared not ponder on it for too long, ignoring the goosebumps he could feel forming just above her Achilles tendon.

“As if the be all, end all of life is having babies,” she continued.

Glancing up at her, his hand worked his way back over her heel. “You don’t ever get lonely?”

“Not really. I like my own company, and besides it’s not like I don’t still have sex.”

Sirius’ eyes flickered up to hers, his hands pausing their massage as a tingle bloomed beneath his waistband.

Penny pursed her lips as if she’d said too much, quickly smiling over at him, she added, “I mean sometimes.”

Swallowing thickly, Sirius resumed his massage on her foot, massaging each toe one by one. “Right.”

“I’m not, like, a whore or anything,” she said, clearly putting effort into making it sound like a casual remark.

Sirius shook his head as a smile spread over his face. “I would never think that of you.”

There was a moment of silence between them as he switched feet, starting beneath her toes.

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” she asked.

He smirked softly at her. “Sure.”

“How long has it been for you? I mean, much longer than the twelve years you were in prison?”

“The last time was…” He shifted his eyes to the air above her head as he tried to remember the last time he had sex. It was with Viola Nettleblum, at hers after a night out, though he hardly remembered how they even wound up in her flat. “I think about a month before I was arrested. So a bit over twelve years.”

He let out a heavy sigh; had it really been that long? He had been so preoccupied with his guilt over the Potters and his craving for vengeance against Peter that he never realized how long he had gone without the touch of another person.

“That’s a long time,” she mused.

Sirius nodded slowly, keeping his eyes down at where his hands were still massaging her foot arch. “I honestly never even noticed.”

“I mean, considering the circumstances, that’s not surprising,” she said. “And from what you've told me about it, it didn’t sound like you were even in a position to rub one out if you wanted to.”

The corner of Sirius’ lips curled upward slightly, his hand sliding up to her ankle, gently massaging it. “The Dementors certainly would’ve sensed it. Not that I was ever in the mood…” he answered, adding in a mumble, “which was certainly a change from before.”

There was another slight pause before Penny hummed softly. “You’re really good at this.”

His smirked deepened as his eyes shifted up to hers. “Well, I’ve been told I’m quite good with my hands.”

“I can see that,” she replied, gently wiggling her toes. “I wish I’d thought to ask for a foot massage sooner.”

“So do I,” he mumbled, massaging each toe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sirius gently patted the top of her foot.

“All finished.”

She moved slowly to take her feet off his lap, almost as though she didn’t want to. Still, she smiled at him thankfully and moved closer, tucking her feet behind her. “I say we watch Raging Bull next. It’ll be new for both of us.”

Sirius smirked back at her and nodded. “Alright.”

As she stood to out the tape in the VCR, Sirius couldn't help but wish he had the ability to stop time so that he could relive the weeks they had spent together again and again for the rest of his life.

The day had gone by entirely too quickly for his liking, though they had certainly made the most of the time. They’d watched Raging Bull, which they both thought was positively flawless, before deciding to take a break from the films for a bit. Penny brought out a jigsaw puzzle that apparently had been sitting in her hallway closet for years. It was quite different from the ones he had done as a boy, but still fun in its own way. They flirted in their usual, subtle way, and he realized he would truly miss their conversations, even when it turned into bickering about which piece fit where. Eventually they went back to watching muggle films while they ate dinner — The Princess Bride, which he liked almost as much as the Star Wars trilogy.

It was one of the best days he could ever remember having, which only made the thought of having to leave all the more painful. He didn’t want to say goodnight, but soon it grew late and Penny had grown quite tired, having fallen asleep during the last ten minutes of It’s a Wonderful Life.

Sirius glanced at the clock above the mantle. Remus would’ve already transformed by now, and the more Sirius thought about it, the more guilty he felt that he wasn’t there to keep his friend company. If only he hadn’t gone after Wormtail. If only Dumbledore hadn’t arranged for Harry to be brought to his aunt and uncle. Perhaps if Sirius had been allowed to look after his godson, he wouldn’t have gone to London that night. And he and Remus would still be spending full moons together. Perhaps they would even sneak onto the Hogwarts grounds to be closer to Harry during school terms. Life would certainly have been different for all three of them. As for Peter, they would’ve no doubt found him eventually.

Sighing softly, Sirius closed his eyes to try and get some sleep while he still had a comfortable bed. It was a few minutes when he felt a presence in the room, as though someone was staring at him. Soft footsteps made their way closer to him. After a beat, he slowly opened his eyes, and found Penny standing beside the sofa, dressed in an oversized t shirt. From the corner of his eyes, he could see that she wasn’t wearing any pants.

“Alright, love?” he asked, doing his best not to look at her bare legs.

“It’s cold in my room,” she said. “Do you mind if I share the sofa with you?”

Smirking softly up at her, he wordlessly lifted his arm and used the other hand to pull the blanket open, a clear invitation. A shiver ran over him as she slid in beside him, her legs grazing against his. Settling on one side, facing him, Penny seemed to study his face for a moment, her eyes flickering from one feature to the next.

“I’m really gonna miss you,” she whispered after several beats of silence.

Smiling softly at her, Sirius moved some hair away from her face. “I’ll miss you as well.”

His palms itched to run over her shape and feel every contour and slope, but he instead waited for her to break the touch barrier. As if she heard his thoughts, she quickly closed the space between them and pressed her lips against his ina heated kiss.

Much as it took him by surprise, Sirius’ reaction was immediate — his eyes shut, one arm moving to circle her waist and pull her flush against him. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest pulled him into a hazy dream-like mindset, where nothing felt real and couldn’t feel more real all at once. His skin buzzed with delight as her lips moved with his.

She hummed against his mouth, her own arm wrapping around him to keep him close as she slotted her foot between his ankles. Her tongue gently licked over his lips, asking for entrance. And Sirius didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his hand flat against her back sliding up and down her side, desperate to feel as much of her as he could, to study the shape of her and revel in her soft body.

Far too soon for his liking, Penny slowly pulled away to look at him.

“Can I see your key tattoo?” she asked bashfully.

A smirk came to his face as he replied, “Are you asking me to take my pants off?”

“Maybe,” she replied, one corner of her lips curling upward while her hand wandered down his stomach to the waistband of his joggers. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

A thrill surged through him at the suggestion, his eyes scanning her as if he would be able to see through her t shirt. Meeting her eyes again, he reached down to move the blanket and pushed his joggers down on one side to show her the small key on his hip.

Penny moved to sit up slightly, looking down at it, lightly running her fingers over it. He startled when she touched his bare skin, a spark of electricity running down to his groin. His breath deepened as a tingle bloomed in his shaft. Sirius whimpered, screwing his eyes shut and trying to think of anything other than how close her hand was to his hardening cock.

“It’s so delicate,” she said softly, tracing the bow of the key, she followed the intricate pattern with light touches of her finger. “And this really comes off?”

“Mhm,” he groaned, his cock stirring again.

“You’ll have to show me that sometime,” she replied, laying back down. The hand on his hip lowered to lay over the bulge at the front of his joggers, earning a moan that burst from Sirius’ throat.

Opening his eyes, he surged forward to capture her lips again, kissing her with a bit more urgency. He whimpered against her mouth when she began to stroke him over his joggers and arched his hips toward her. Even with thick cloth in the way, his sensitivity was at an all time high, and he was struggling to keep from coming too soon.

“Penny…” he groaned, his forehead leaning against hers as he gently took hold of her wrist.

“It’s okay,” she whispered to him, her hand moving to slip under his waistband to stroke his bare cock.

She had barely wrapped her hand around him when he lost control, groaning deep in his throat as he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. Trembling as she stroked him through his orgasm, Sirius clutched her t shirt in a fist, surges of tingles flowing up and down his shaft. As the last of his spurts shot from his tip, Sirius’ face grew hot with embarrassment.

“That’s never happened to me,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath.

“Twelve years is a long time,” she replied.

Groaning again, he repositioned his head to be able to look at her as he tried to suppress a smirk. Wordlessly, he summoned his wand earning a gasp from her as it shot into his hand. He pointed the wand at her hand first and vanished the mess before he did the same with the mess in his joggers. Pointing his wand to the edge of the sofa, he widened the surface a bit, making their makeshift bed bigger before he sat up and set the wand down on the coffee table.

Laying back down beside her, his hand went to her waist. “Now then,” he said, running his hand up and down her back as he pulled her closer to him. “I believe you said something about showing me yours.”

His heart was hammering against his chest at the thrill of finally being able to see her tattoo.

“Find it,” she answered with a playful smile.

Smiling back at her, he kissed her and rolled her onto her back while the hand on her waist slid down to the hem of her shirt at her mid thigh. Turning his head, he slowly ran his hand along her skin, fingers slipping under her shirt to lift it up her form. With her legs exposed, Sirius looked around her knickers, at her upper thigh, her hips, and just beneath her waistband, he found nothing but clear skin.

“Not there,” he mumbled, looking back up at her. “You don’t seem like the type to have it on your bum.” Still, he pulled at her hips, turning her again on her side to look over her shoulder as he moved her panties out of the way to look at each ass cheek one by one. “Not there either.”

She rolled back onto her back, a coy smile etched on her lips as he again pushed her shirt up, running his hands over her ribs.

“Sweet Circe, you’re so bloody gorgeous,” he whispered to her.

He could help but run his hand over her stomach, wanting to feel every inch of her before the night ended.

“Not on the ribs either?”

She shook her head, teeth catching her bottom lip as he moved her shirt up just a few inches before he finally spotted it. Under the swell of her left breast, in a black lining was the rune for courage.

“It suits you,” he said, his fingers tracing the shape tenderly.

“Thanks,” she said softly, her breathing even and deep as his finger followed each line, ending with the line down the center.

When he reached the end of the ink, he continued to follow an invisible line down the center of her stomach, slowing down as he inched closer to her knickers. Shifting his eyes up to hers, he paused at her waistband, silently asking permission to touch her lower.

She nodded once. “Please.”

Taking her lips in another kiss, Sirius slid his hand down to cup her vulva over her pants, groaning when the cotton became wet as he pressed against her. He moved again, this time slipping his fingers under her panties and gliding the middle one through her wet slit. Running his finger up and down her lower lips, he honed some of the juices on her clit in slow but steady circles.

Penny moaned against his lips, arching against him as her fingers threaded through his hair. Her legs opened more for him as her tongue tangled sensually with his.

Sucking briefly on her bottom lip, Sirius tucked his nose against her neck as he moved his finger to her entrance, pushing it inside.

“Oh fuck!” she whimpered.

Sirius groaned as her muscles squeezed around his digit, pulling him deeper inside. Slowly, he began an in and out pace as he sucked her pulse point. The sounds she was making were hypnotizing, and the heat of her body squirming beneath his was so inviting that he thought he could spend the rest of days in bed with her.

“Sirius!”

The sound of his name tumbling from her lips, saturated in lust made a shiver run over his body as he moved to kiss her again. Pulling back slightly to look down at her, he pushed a second finger inside, groaning at the snug grip. Her eyes widened slightly with the addition of the second digit, and Sirius thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

A sharp gasp from her and her back arching before her hips began to rock back against his hand alerted him to her approaching orgasm. Crooking his fingers, Sirius massaged the spongy tissue on the roof of her tunnel, earning another moan just before her muscles began to pulse. Dipping his head, he tried to get his ear as close to her mouth as possible to ensure he would hear her and only her.

“Oh fuck!” she squeaked, her nails on one hand digging into his back.

Bringing her down gradually, he nuzzled the side of her face and listened to the sensual sounds she was making, embedding them in his memory forever. He relished the soft feel of her heat, gripping his fingers as though to keep them inside her a while longer, and kissed along her neck as her breathing began to stabilize. Regretfully, he pulled out, careful not to wipe his fingers on anything as he draped his arm over her waist.

“Holy shit,” she sighed.

Smirking softly, Sirius lifted his head and kissed her, humming against her lips. “I’ve thought about kissing you so many times.”

“Did it live up to the hype?” she asked, her lips curling upward.

“Exceeded,” he answered.

One hand grazed along his cheek as she turned to lean her head against his. “Am I ever gonna see you again?”

Sirius nodded. “I expect not for some time. But I’m sure very soon you’ll be too busy on that expedition you applied for to remember me.”

“Yeah right,” she replied with a snort. “Anyway, if I were going to get it, they would’ve already gotten back to me by now.”

“They’d be foolish not to hire you,” he whispered in her ear.

Penny turned her eyes to him, the rest of her body rolling in the same direction. “It’s a very competitive field. But I guess I could just focus on publishing my dissertation. That’ll keep me busy.”

At that moment, he realized that he would give anything to spend the rest of his life with her. He just had to survive this next quest that he would be embarking on. “If I’m not killed… or recaptured, I’ll come back to you. I promise.”