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marvel-snape-writes · 15 days ago

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BAD HARRY:

The Etiquette of These Things

18+ Love Actually smut

Harry (Alan Rickman) x original female character

12.9k words (never expected it to be that long LOL)

I finally let my sleazy Alan Rickman urges win and wrote a tense and flirtatious encounter between Harry, a married man, and his younger colleague, Arabella, during a Christmas work party. As the night progresses, they find themselves alone, and the sexual tension escalates. Arabella openly flirts with Harry, teasing him and pushing boundaries, which he struggles to resist despite his marital status. They engage in suggestive banter, and eventually, they end up at Arabella's apartment, where they have a somewhat scandalous encounter... Afterward, Harry grapples with feelings of guilt and confusion, contemplating the implications of their actions. Arabella, however, seems unfazed and playful about the situation, suggesting they can proceed however they like, and Harry leaving her apartment, feeling both exhilarated and conflicted about what just happened.

The fact he was allowing her foot to rub up the inside of his calf frightened him a little. It showed that he was putting up less of a fight this time. Allowing it to happen.

The Christmas work’s night out with plus-ones invited was always a testing experience for Harry, let alone tonight’s when it was strictly only the colleagues themselves. He knew she had a thing for him. Though he was married, he couldn’t deny that having a younger colleague unapologetically taunt and flirt with him inflated his ego and boosted his mood when compared to the lull he was currently experiencing with his actual wife. He also couldn’t deny having whispered filthy sweet nothings into her ear from time to time just to spur her on for his own egotistical amusement. However, despite having practically fucked each other with their eyes on several occasions, they had never actually crossed the physical barrier before.

Tonight was like he was in a trance with only one goal. As usual, he and her were the last ones standing from the Christmas party. She bit her lip as their eyes met over the table once everyone else had gone home, the expression on her face beginning to cause a slight issue in the front of Harry’s pants when added with the light rubbing of her foot against his inner calf again.

“Can I get you another drink?” Harry asked, breaking the seductive atmosphere.

“You don’t need to get me drunk to have your way with me, Sir.” She picked up her glass and licked her lips after putting it back down again.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’.” Harry replied, trying not to watch her tongue.

“Sorry… Boss?” She arched a brow.

“Arabella, Drop the titles. We are not at work.” He attempted to scowl.

“Yes…” Her lips formed the pronunciation of an ‘S’ before batting her eyelashes innocently as she emphasised, “Harry.”

“Good girl.” He squinted his eyes teasingly.

“I can’t call you ‘boss’ or ‘sir’ but you can call me ‘good gir-‘!?” Her lips parted dramatically, almost in offence.

“So, you don’t want another drink?” Harry butted in, already aware that what he said was not very professional and telling her that she ‘asked for it’ most likely would not go down well.

“I told you,” Her foot slid slightly higher up his calf this time and her eyes momentarily diverted to his lips, “You do nothave to get me drunk to have whatever it is you want from me.”

He remained silent for a few moments, pondering his response to how forward she was being, “Why is it always me and you the last to go home?”

“So no one can see us leave together.” She shrugged simply.

“Ha,” Harry shot her a sarcastic expression, “Do you not have a boyfriend?”

“Does it matter?” She arched a brow.

“Considering what’s going on under the table, I’d say so.” Harry responded flatly.

“Do you not have a wife?” She tilted her head, purposefully swirling her tongue around the straw in her glass before pushing it into her mouth whilst maintaining eye contact.

“No one here took your fancy?” He purposefully avoided her question, feeling heat beginning to climb up his body.

“Oh, yes, someone did,” She nodded, smiling sweetly, “But, then again, someone always does.”

Harry blinked hard and felt his hand tremble against his glass slightly as he lifted it to his lips, trying to ignore the way she was now pushing the straw deeper into her mouth before pursing her lips to suck the liquid through it.

Narcissistically, he already knew the answer, but he chose to ask anyway, “And who would that be?”

“The Boss.” She bit the inside of her cheek, “I ask you to dance because if I can feel your body pressed against mine, then I can better envision how it would feel to be on top of me.”

“You’re being dangerous tonight.” He let out a sharp breath, feeling the need to allow a bit more air through his shirt collar as the tension between them grew.

“You’re letting me.” She raised her eyebrows, enjoying the fact that she was gradually getting the upper hand in the situation.

‘Oh, I’d let you do absolutely anything to me right now’, he thought to himself, struggling at this point to keep his eyes off her. She was younger than him by quite a number of years, so the fact that she was even interested in him was enough. He thought about how it would feel to just fool around and get himself off with her tonight, completely meaningless. The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but tonight was something else. She had him right in the palm of her hand. So much so, his brain could only think of where they could sneak off to quickest just so he could get the relief he so badly desired and move on with his life. Quick fuck in the toilets? No, people would see them both go in. Were they both desperate enough to follow the back alley down behind the bar and get themselves off there? No, far too public… for a married man. Fuck, he would have her over this table right now if he could.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Harry asked to try and avoid what she was next about to propose.

“What, my house or yours?” She smirked.

“Another bar?” Harry ignored her question, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow bent on the table, “Fancy cocktail bars, that’s what you like, isn’t it? Or it is when I look at the accounts which the company so kindly funds your work nights out.”

“Well, the company does like to look after their staff, don’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, reaching across the table and lightly tracing patterns against the part of Harry’s forearm that was on show rested flatly against the table.

“Of course.” He swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers and pressing his lips together hard.

“It keeps them happy,” Her nails lightly grazed his skin this time, “That’s how you keep your staff, Harry,” Her tone lowered, though her expression remained annoyingly innocent, “To make sure they are always looked after, taken care of, satisfied.” She emphasised each word by pressing her nails against him a little harder each time.

“Right.” He nodded, showing no attempt of pulling away.

“So, yes, let’s go to another bar.” She grinned, quickly standing up.

Harry’s lips quickly parted and he looked up at her, physically having to shake himself out of his trance. Before he could even formulate a response, she had already walked over to the bar, awaiting for him to pay for the tab with the company card.

“Right…” He blinked hard, “Right.” He repeated, exhaling deeply as he stood and cautiously glancing down and silently being grateful for not being his once younger self; for now, his threatening arousal staying concealed and hardly noticeable within his trousers.

“In your own time, boss.” She teased, watching as he made his way over to her.

He didn’t speak once he approached the bar, didn’t even react to her. Instead, he turned to the barman and gave the name of the tab before getting his wallet out of his blazer pocket.

“Thank you, sir.” The barman smiled once he had paid.

“And you, too.” Harry half smiled back, still on the comedown of the most intimate few minutes he had had with anyone in weeks.

“Thanks, boss.” She winked, looking over at him as they headed toward the exit.

“Where to?” Harry asked, pushing the door open and holding it for her.

The cold wintry air hit them before she could respond, both of them shivering and Harry stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“You tell me,” She moved closer to him as they walked, linking arms with him and immediately feeling his body tense as she did so, her words certainly not helping, “You strike me as the kind of man who knows how to satisfy a lady’s pallet.”

Harry bit down hard on his inner lip, his eyes darting around as they continued to walk. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each step, but still he allowed it to happen and made no attempt to remove her arm.

“Harry?” She turned her head to look up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Hm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, glancing down at her, “Are you sure you’d like to walk around the city like this with your boss?”

“What’s wrong with it?” She asked, looking at him with an unphased expression.

“Well, we’re…” He fought with what to say, his mouth opening and closing a few times, “We’re, you know—“

“What, not strangers?” She answered for him.

“No, we aren’t,” He shook his head, “Which almost makes it worse, if you think about it.”

“How so?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Because people who recognise us both will know that we work together,” Harry huffed quietly, “And you know how people like to gossip.”

She paused for a moment and waited for him to look forward again before leaning up to press her cheek to his and whisper into his ear, “Then, let’s go somewhere no one else can see.”

Harry held his breath for a moment before glancing down at his feet, then her arm linked with his, then his feet again before finally speaking, “Alright.”

“Or give them a reason to gossip.” She mumbled, glancing up at him very briefly with a smirk.

Oh, he liked the idea of that. Just from that one faint suggestion, he found himself subtly looking around for literally anywhere he could create the setting of a quickie in his head.

“How about there?” She suggested, though Harry’s mind was in a completely different place at what she was suggesting before he looked ahead to the glittering sign of another bar.

“Sure.” Harry shrugged, pressing his finger to his chin as he read the name of it, “As long as you don’t drain my bank account.”

She licked her lips slowly as they approached the door, flickering her eyes up at him and speaking as their eyes met, “Oh, I plan to drain much more than your bank account tonight, sir.”

Harry felt a strange, unfamiliar twinge in his crotch from her comment and his hand briefly slipped from holding the door, clearing his throat to try and cover it up. His lips twitched and he tensed his jaw as he followed her into the bar — though his mind was going in many more directions than just one.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” She shrugged, gesturing to an empty, tall table, “I’ll meet you over there.”

“They’re a nightmare, aren’t they?” The barman laughed.

“I’m sorry?” Harry scowled briefly, leaning against the bar.

“Girlfriends.” The barman raised his eyebrows.

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at her before shrugging, “Uh, yeah.”

He ordered the first two drinks that came to mind after glancing at the menu written on the black slate hanging on the wall; a whisky and an espresso martini. He paid the barman and walked over to the table, placing them down on there and hopping up on the stool at the side of her.

“Thank you,” She crinkled her nose, “May I guess which one is mine?”

“If you must.” Harry shrugged.

“This one?” She arched a brow, bringing the espresso martini closer to her.

“What makes you so sure?” He mirrored her raised eyebrow.

“This one has a shot of espresso in it,” She said simply, “You clearly want me to be awake for the whole night.”

“I think it’s more favourable to me in that sense considering our age difference.” Harry attempted to joke.

“I wouldn’t say so…” She took a sip of it, “I like older men.”

“I hadn’t guessed.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“And grumpy ones, too, apparently…” She slowly licked her lips.

“Have you any—“ He began before feeling something light fell onto his head, looking at either of his shoulders and letting out a small chuckle when he saw that a piece of previously hung up tinsel was now on him.

“Come here,” She reached across the small table and wrapped the tinsel around him like a scarf, crinkling her nose as she pulled back, “It suits you.”

“Thank you,” Harry laughed, glancing down at one end of it now pointing down his chest, “New work uniform?”

“Oh, I think we could get people on board.” She agreed with a grin.

They both shared a laugh, catching each other’s eye for a few long moments before reaching for their drinks. Harry’s eyes darted back to the table, trying to push his most intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind.

“So…” He attempted to break the tension, “What are your plans for Christmas?”

“What are my plans for Christmas?” She scoffed.

“Yes?” Harry squinted his eyes and reached for his drink again, convinced he had made it a little too obvious that he was trying to change the subject for his own benefit.

“Wow,” She shook her head, watching as the tinsel fell from around Harry’s shoulders and to the floor, “I am going to the bathroom,” She hopped down from the high stool, “Your small talk is getting worse.”

“My…” He began to question her but lost his wording when he saw her bend over in front of him, purposefully emphasising the miniskirt she was wearing as she picked up the tinsel. His mouth became dry and his skin prickly hot, trying not to allow the feeling to travel further South.

“There we go,” She said as she placed the tinsel around his shoulders again, purposely skimming his cheek and then ear with her lips before whispering directly into it, “But if we’re going to do anything, we might as well just fuck.”

Before he even had a chance to register what she had said, she was already walking away toward the bathroom. After a few steps, however, she turned around and winked, shrugging innocently with an angelic smile before turning her back to him again.

He took another drink of his whisky and swallowed it shakily. She was igniting something in him that hadn’t been alight for a long time. He was almost convinced that she was aware she had turned him on at this point, and as he squeezed his thighs together, it was hard for him not to make it too obvious. Christ, he wanted her to have her way with him. He thought of any and every way he could justify it. Just sneak off somewhere and never speak of it again? Would it look a bit too obvious if they were to go back to hers? Well, they certainly couldn’t go back to his.

He drummed the fingertips of his free hand against the table while his other hand remained snug around his glass. The thoughts going through his mind were some of the most unholy, unfaithful ones that had ever crossed it. Sure, he would be a liar to say he hadn’t felt temptation before, one person in particular springing to mind, but he hadn’t exactly acted upon it. Now he wanted it. He wanted her because she was acting like someone who wanted him. It was as if the passion his marriage was currently lacking was now found in wanting one night with her.

He felt his heart skip a beat when she came back through the door. He knew he’d have to make a split decision before he talked himself out of it. He found his eyes taking a walk all over her figure as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cleared his throat with an innocent smile when she joined him back at the table.

“Alright.” He said.

“Alright?” She squinted her eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He spoke quietly, nervously looking around.

“Anywhere in particular?” She arched a brow, reaching over the table for the tinsel still hung around his shoulders.

He paused when he felt her foot against his calf again, opening his mouth to speak but then pressing his lips together. Her head tilted and she caught his gaze, raising her eyebrows with an angelic expression, “Hm?”

“Where do you think?” He asked, though it was more of a mumble.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask.” She shrugged innocently, licking her lips.

He looked either side of him before back at her, “Yours?”

“What for?” She squinted her eyes, moving her foot a little higher.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely insufferable?” He huffed, finishing his drink.

“Has anyone ever told you that a man your age shouldn’t drink so much?” She retorted.

“I’m sorry?” He scowled, “I’ve only had—“

“Don’t be getting whisky dick.” She winked, hopping off the stool.

He didn’t quite have a response to her remark but continued to watch her as she walked toward the door of the bar. She looked back at him with a wink as she pushed the door open, though didn’t stay to hold it for him in time to get to his feet and follow. But he did, only seconds later, following her like some desperately aroused dog.

He caught eye of her outfit — the one he had spent a lot of tonight picturing tearing off her — and walked toward the line of taxis. She gave her details to one of the drivers and gestured for him to get in it with her. As he climbed into the back seat, he couldn’t deny that his head was telling him one thing, but his cock most definitely another.

“Hi.” She glanced over at him once he shut the door behind him.

He didn’t reply, just glanced over at her and pressed his lips together with a small nod. Arabella pursed her lips and turned her head to look out of the window into the darkness. Harry turned to look out of his own window, but quickly caught sight of her very slowly parting her legs from the position she was sat in. His eyes stayed there for a while before blinking quickly and swallowing hard once she turned to face him again.

“I…” He began as Arabella placed her hand upon his thigh.

“It’s okay, boss,” She squeezed his thigh gently, “Everybody window shops.”

Harry let out a small laugh to try and cover up the tingle in his thigh when she squeezed it. He glanced forward to look in the driver’s rear view mirror to make sure that he wasn’t looking before placing his own hand on top of hers and closing it around his thigh again.

“Oh?” She glanced up at him with a grin, “You like that?”

He nodded and remained silent, letting go of her hand and hoping that she would carry on without his cue. She licked her lips and lightly dug her nails into the seem of his pants against his inner thigh, earning a small grunt from him in the process.

“Mm…” He tilted his head back, trying to pretend that if it was over his clothes then it wasn’t really happening. When in reality, he was actually in a taxi back to her house with ideas in mind that would send him to hell.

Arabella leaned in enough to lay her head on his shoulder and lightly tickled her lips against his earlobe, whispering, “Oh, the things I’d like to do to you on this back seat.”

Harry chewed his bottom lip harshly for a moment before saying, “Likewise,” but being unable to make eye contact.

“Oh, really?” She brushed her lips behind his ear.

“Really.” He replied, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips.

His eyes remained closed, his mind floating to the number of situations he would gladly end up in on the back seat at this present moment. The flames in his stomach flickered each time he felt her lips skim his skin and he exhaled shakily, wanting nothing more than to place his hand against her thigh, but some uncertainty in him still holding him back. Once again, despite wanting his hand upon her thigh for the brief moment, he wasn’t exactly encouraging her behaviour, but he wasn’t exactly stopping her, either.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get to my place.” She whispered against the crook of his neck, kissing the skin lightly.

“I am going to walk you to your door.” He spoke through a shiver.

“What, my bedroom door?” She grinned against his skin.

“No comment.” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes still closed.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She pulled back once the car stopped, undoing her seatbelt.

“Hm?” His heavy eyes opened, looking out of the window, “Is this your place?”

“No, it’s not, actually,” She rolled her eyes, passing the taxi driver some money and getting out of the car before continuing in the same sarcastic tone as Harry followed close behind, “It’s a secret base I’ve brought you to so no one can ever find out about us.”

“What is there to find out about?” He asked, trying to make himself sound as innocent and unbothered as possible.

“Nothing,” She shrugged, pushing the door open and gazing up at him with a smirk, “Yet.”

Arabella walked in front, but the way she looked over her shoulder and looked him up and down made his breathing somewhat uneasy. He chewed his bottom lip and followed her toward the lift, praying for no silence that would make his desires take over him.

“Have you lived here long?” Harry asked as the lift door closed behind them.

“Long enough to fantasise about having you in my apartment.” She winked.

“And the truth?” Harry arched a brow.

“That is the truth,” She shrugged, “Or would you like me to go on about the images that have popped into my head with you right here?”

Harry swallowed hard, knowing full well that he, too, was creating a far from holy image of them both stuck in this lift.

“Go on,” He swallowed hard.

“Imagine the lift gets stuck…” She walked closer to him, “And I… have no choice… but to…” She moved closer with each word, pausing briefly when her face was directly in front of his.

“I’m listening…” Harry felt his temperature rise, briefly glancing at her lips as her eyes flickered to his.

“Repopulate with whomever I am stuck in there with.” She shrugged, biting her lip.

“You want to repopulate?” Harry squinted his eyes, “With…. me?”

“That’s not what I said, is it?” Arabella licked her lips.

“Yes?” Harry scowled slightly.

“I never specifically said I wanted to repopulate with you,” She shook her head, “But, hypothetically, if I were to ever be in that situation, it wouldn’t hurt to practice, right?”

Harry let out a singular nervous laugh, fighting every urge not to place his hands upon her hips. They locked eyes through the silence and he swallowed hard, his lips slowly parting as the heat under his shirt creeped up to his collar.

“Right.” He nodded, unsure of whether to make the next move that was playing in his mind.

“I’m very glad to know that we’re on the same page.” She winked as the lift doors opened, turning away from him and walking down the corridor.

Harry felt the desire and arousal within him start to boil as she — once again — lead the way in front and he followed, muttering, “Women…”, under his breath. His want was practically turning into desperation at this point, growing less and less afraid of where the night would go.

He swore she unlocked the door to her apartment slowly on purpose, following her inside and casting his eyes around the surprisingly large space. He exhaled quietly after closing the door behind him and stepped further into the room, arching a brow when she reappeared from the kitchen.

“Are you impressed?” She asked.

“We are clearly paying you far too much.” Harry joked.

“There are other ways in which I would be happy to receive appreciation for the work I do.” She shrugged, licking her bottom lip as she glanced back over at him.

“Oh, really?” Harry began to smirk and advanced toward her, unsure where this sudden burst of confidence had come from.

“Would you like to hear my suggestions or would you like to guess?” She mirrored his smirk, walking backwards into what he assumed was her living room.

“Could I have a small hint, maybe?” He arched a brow.

“Perhaps something to do with this new sofa?” She turned to point to it, her eyes still on him.

Harry inhaled sharply as his eyes scanned over the large sofa, particularly paying attention to the part at the end that unfolded like a mattress.

“Do you want me to… give you my opinion on your new sofa?” He asked, coming closer to her, “Rate the colour?”

“How about we rate how sturdy it is?” She bit her lip in an attempt to hide her grin.

“How on earth would we do that?” He raised both of his eyebrows now, desperately trying to conceal his smirk, “Anything but a kiss?”

“No,” Arabella shook her head and placed one firm hand against his chest to push him backwards, speaking once Harry had landed upon the edge of the part of the sofa that folded out into the bed, “This isn’t ’Pretty fucking Woman’.”

“What is it, then?” Harry gazed up at her, leaning back on his hands.

Arabella’s eyes met his for a brief moment before leaning down and whispering, “Whatever you want it to be,” Her lips taunted his from being so close, “Boss.”

Harry sat up a little more and lifted his hands, placing them hesitantly on her hips and dipping his eyes to her lips as she sat down on one of his thighs. His heart was thumping almost painfully in his chest from what he knew was coming. The eye contact between them was only brief, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. Arabella’s hand against his cheek was all he needed to tilt his head and result in their lips being pressed together.

Desperation didn’t take long to become apparent between them both, Harry’s hand now cupping her cheek as the kiss immediately deepened. Arabella leaned against him a little more and rested both of her hands against his neck, kissing him with little mercy.

“W…Wait…” Harry inhaled shakily, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?” Arabella raised her eyebrows, her lips still pursed from when he had pulled back.

“I would be a fool to not realise the difference between us…” He spoke as his thumb absentmindedly ran across her cheekbone, “You being young and free, me being, well…” He fought with how to word it, “You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Girls don’t want good boys,” She looked him straight in the eyes, their faces so close their noses were touching, “They want to be thrown around by someone above them who isn’t getting any from their own wife.”

Harry let out a singular laugh, unsure of whether he found that more amusing or arousing. Regardless, it wasn’t long before their lips urgently smacked back together.

“Glad we cleared that up.” Harry mumbled against her lips, his hand slipping into her hair as she pushed him down to lay flat against the surface.

He surprised them both by letting out a soft moan when he felt her laying on top of him completely. Arabella smirked against his lips before parting hers and teasingly running her tongue between his. She felt his hands tremble in his hair momentarily and was even a little bit surprised when he parted his lips for her, allowing her to deepen the kiss any further. Harry’s free hand slid down her back and he fought with the idea to try and feel around for her zip.

‘Perhaps not,’ he thought to himself, ‘then, at least if anyone was to find out about this, we can say it was just a kiss.’ But then she readjusted herself, now her hips rocking over him each time their lips met, and he liked that. A lot.

He was practically forcing himself not to moan at this point, the direct pressure over him making his thighs tense even with their clothes still on. His hand absentmindedly slipped to her bottom in a subconscious attempt to not lose the feeling.

“Oh, I think someone likes this, hm?” She taunted against his lips, applying a little more pressure and enjoying the quiet squeal Harry let out as a result.

“I-It’s…” He inhaled shakily between kisses, “Nice.”

“Really?” Arabella pulled back, gazing down at him with her hands at either side of his head, “You’re finally getting what you’ve always pictured in your head and all you can say is ‘it’s nice’?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He spoke in a low voice, his hand still over her bottom as her hips remained still over the front of his pants.

“No, you didn’t,” She shook her head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss him again, “Sorry, boss.” She whispered whilst kissing him slowly this time and making an obvious attempt at taking her time to move over him this time.

“M-Mmm…” He whimpered, kissing her back lazily and fighting the urge to not push his hips up at the same time.

Arabella held his head in place with her hands cupping his face again, their kisses growing rougher by the seconds as her grinding hips caught up to speed. He may have been in a dull marriage as of recently, but Harry was certainly still aware of when he was becoming visibly aroused. He thought about trying to reposition himself but that was quickly taken over by Arabella placing her hands on his shoulders and gesturing for him to sit up again.

Once they were both sat up straight again with Arabella still straddling his lap, Harry placed his large hands against her cheeks to stress how much he didn’t want to break the kiss. Arabella’s hands slid to from his shoulders to his shirt, untying his tie and tossing it to the side before starting to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. One of Harry’s hands tangled in her hair and he made a soft noise against her lips when he felt her hands slide between them and start to unbuckle his belt, still kissing him with the same force. Alarm bells were ringing in Harry’s head, but here he was again, just allowing it to happen.

His breathing became a little more shaky in between kisses when he felt the buckle on his belt pop open, but her hands didn’t stop there; once finished with his belt, they were now working on the button on his pants. Harry gasped quietly against her lips once she got the button undone and immediately reached for his zip, teasingly wiggling it between her finger and thumb.

“Mm, what on earth is going on in there?” She asked, feeling the already stretched material against her hand.

“I think…” Harry exhaled, trying to sound as unbothered as possible, “I think you already know.”

“Shall we have a look and see?” She grinned, pulling back while glancing down between them.

Harry swallowed hard and nodded almost immediately, shocking himself but barely able to remember the last time he was this desperate.

Arabella slowly unzipped the front of his pants and bit her lip when she heard the change in his breathing again, waiting a few moments before pushing her hand into the opening. Harry’s mouth fell open and he felt his head spinning with all the positive and negatives that were about to come along with her next few actions. His hands rested against her hips again and his breathing hitched when her fingers began to dip passed the waistband of his underwear, even a little embarrassed at how much she had turned him on already from doing so little. She giggled flirtatiously and wrapped her hand around the base of his hardened cock, licking her lips.

“O-Ohhh…” He exhaled shakily, his eyes growing heavy and his jaw tensing slightly from how much he enjoyed the feeling of her fist now gently stroking up and down his length, “Arabella…”

“Shh, shh…” She whispered softly, reaching for his face with her free hand and cupping his cheek in it as their lips urgently pressed back together.

Harry didn’t fight it, immediately kissing her back whilst soft whines passed through his lips and now finding himself tugging at her top slightly. Arabella’s fist tightened around him slightly, though still stroking with the same gentle movements.

“How long ago was it since you were touched, hm?” She asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand around him.

He didn’t answer, just let out a muffled moan instead.

“How long ago was it since you touched yourself?” She asked in the same soft tone, kissing him teasingly slowly now so she could continue to speak, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sir?” She paused, her fist still jerking up and down his cock, then grinned, “Because I think about you.”

“Damn you.” Harry grunted, feeling himself throb from what she had just said.

“Don’t be like that, boss…” She smirked, starting to twist her wrist now as the speed of her fist increased.

Harry placed one hand on the back of her head and cupped her cheek with the other, kissing her harshly as his cock continued to pulsate in her grip. The arousal surging through him made him feel twenty years younger, like he only had one thing on his mind: getting off.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his rough kisses became more clumsy, letting out jittery moans in between them. His fingers trembled in her hair and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his thighs tensing with each of her movements.

“Does that feel good?” Arabella spoke as she broke the kiss, glancing down at her moving hand instead. Harry’s eyes remained closed and his lips still parted, trying to control his breathing, “Sir?” She spoke quietly and removed her hand, now looking at him as his heavy eyes opened.

“Please…” He whimpered, looking at her with a face she had never seen before; he looked helpless, desperate, and quite frankly, pathetic. His eyebrows narrowed and his chest heaved with need for her to continue.

Arabella waited for a few moments before licking the palm of her hand slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Harry felt his cock twitch madly just from watching her and exhaled shakily, feeling the heat in his body almost become unbearable.

“Please… what?” She asked, moving her hand closer to his crotch but not yet touching him.

“Don’t stop…” He whimpered quietly, feeling every bit of pride leave his body from his pathetic beg.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me,” She licked the palm of her hand again, “How many times I’ve pictured it in my head,” She wrapped her fist around him again and started to move it up and down as her lips hovered down over his, “Begging me not to stop,” She paused, grinning as his cock pulsated in her grip, “No matter how pathetic you sound.”

Harry nipped at her lips first from the desperation of wanting to kiss her again and moaned at the feeling of her hand jerking up and down his length again. Arabella purposely brushed her thumb under the head of his cock as her fist slid up and down, enjoying the sharp gasps against her lips from Harry as a result. His breathing quivered and he felt his thighs tingle, unsure of when he was last brought so close to the edge so quickly.

“You know, I never expected to end tonight by tossing off the boss…” Arabella spoke softly against his lips, her wrist still jerking up and down.

“Mmmmh…” Harry grunted, his eyes heavy as the kiss briefly broke, “Really…” His tone came across as if he wasn’t entirely convinced by her statement.

“Really…” Arabella breathed against his lips, kissing him once more before moving her lips to his neck and creating a pathway of kisses up to his ear, speaking in a seductive tone, “I expected to be riding him instead.”

The noise Harry made was unlike any that had ever passed through his lips before. He swore he felt his cock harden even further in her grip from what she had just said and tried to convince himself that he hadn’t just imagined it. Arabella smirked and placed a finger from her free hand under his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

“Would you like that?” She asked softly, tightening her fist around him but stroking extremely slowly, “Me bouncing over your cock?” She bit her lip, now tapping her thumb against the tip of his cock as he took a shaky breath, “Because I would,” She kissed him slowly, “In fact, I’ve dreamed of it…” The tip of her tongue teased between his lips whilst her thumb taunted under the head of his cock in massaging circles, having him completely at her mercy, “Haven’t you?”

“Stop… asking… stupid… questions…” Harry responded between drags of breath, his mouth now permanently open from the way she was teasing him.

“I’m going to need your consent… sir,” She pulled her face back and removed her hand from around him, gazing down at him with an innocent expression.

Harry looked at her with another pained glance, narrowing his eyebrows and feeling his cock angrily pulsate from being left unattended again, “Will you actually let me…” He swallowed hard, sheepishly trying to gesture what he meant, “You know…”

“Let you what, hm?” She purposefully played dumb, enjoying watching the frustration bubble up over his red face before changing her tone, “Oh, actually let you cum?”

She watched him swallow hard and nod as his face grew more red, pursing her lips before speaking, “Of course… sir.”

“Then, consider my consent given.” He leaned up to press an urgent kiss to her lips.

Arabella grinned against his lips and lowered him back down onto the sofa with her lips against his and her hands against his shoulders. Harry nipped at her lips absentmindedly from the pure adrenaline surging through him and shocked them both by placing his hands on either of her thighs once he was laid back fully. Arabella remained leant over him whilst straddling his hips and placing her hands at either sides of his head; mirroring her thighs at either side of his body.

Harry’s hands moved further up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt in search for her underwear. Arabella lifted her hips teasingly and pressed a slightly harder kiss to his lips, giggling quietly as his hands continued to slip further up her skirt.

“Looking for something?” She whispered against his lips, “Now you’ve actually had the nerve to touch…”

“I… can’t…” He swallowed hard, growing red with both arousal and embarrassment, “Find…”

“Find…?” She continued to taunt him, circling her hips over him lightly.

“Your…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb from her movement, “…underwear.”

“Mmm… that’s because there’s none to be found…” She smirked, placing her hands over his and pushing them to her inner thighs instead, guiding them all the way up, “See?”

“You mean…” Harry struggled with his words, his hands trembling madly against her skin, “You’re not…” He swallowed hard, absentmindedly massaging his thumbs in circles against he inner thighs, “Any?”

“What can I say?” Arabella smirked, opening his crotch a little further open and biting her lip at the sight of his erection creating a large bump in the front of his boxers, the head almost visible past the waistband, “I told you I went into tonight knowing exactly how I expected it to end…”

As she spoke, she lowered herself over the material strain in his boxers and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He felt her warmth and shivered with arousal, kissing her back even slower as he not only mentally tried to come to terms with the information he had just gained, but physically, too. He didn’t know whether it was the kiss mixed with the almost direct pressure over him, or the fact he now knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she had purposely done this for the intention of him finding out. She was barely even moving against them as they kissed now, only naturally lightly brushing back and forth each time their lips met, but perhaps that made it even worse. His cock, barely even touched for as long as he could remember before tonight, was pointing upright and toward his stomach, albeit enclosed by his underwear, but overly visible at this point from the painful taunting. To feel the weight of another on top of him was practically foreign to him at this point of his marriage, and to have a much younger woman in that very position was making him feel lightheaded even though he was laying flat, but, heart racing, he only had one thing circling his mind right now;

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Mm, enough of that,” She spoke against his lips as she kissed him once more before winking as his heavy eyes opened, “For now.”

Harry’s chest heaved as his eyes followed her movements, feeling himself salivating from the anticipation at this point. Arabella moved herself a little further down his body so that she wasn’t sat over him completely and Harry silently thanked her for the relief of pressure being lifted off the protruding problem in his underwear. His heartbeat began to increase as he watched her fingertips push under the waistband of his boxers and pull it away from his skin before letting go and snapping it back to his waistline.

“A-Agh!” He whimpered pathetically, narrowing his eyebrows as his hands trembled at either side of him.

“Hm?” Arabella arched a brow innocently, biting her lip as she took a hold of his waistband again and began to peel them down this time.

Harry was lost for words, unable to take his eyes away but also barely even able to watch once one of her hands reached into his boxers to help completely free his desperately aching cock. Arabella licked her lips as she lightly traced her index finger from the base of his cock to the head, collecting the precum that had gathered at the tip and then pushing her finger into her mouth all whilst remaining full eye contact with him. Harry allowed a pathetic whine and narrowed his eyebrows, repeating the same last two internal words more than ever now as he watched her suck on her finger.

“Mmm, look at you…” Arabella licked her lips slowly once pulling her finger out of her mouth and gazing down at his angry arousal, “So…” She inhaled deeply, tracing a line with her wet index finger around the outline of his cock hardened over his stomach, “…impressive for your age.”

“I-Impressive?” Harry swallowed hard, sucking his lower stomach in slightly from the sensitivity.

“So hard so fast…” She let out a singular giggle, her eyes meeting his again, “Let’s just hope it’s the only part that happens fast.”

Harry swallowed nervously and leaned up on his elbows as she reached into her bra, pulling out a condom as if it was the most normal place to keep one. He forgot about his impatience for a moment as his eyebrow arched inquisitively, but words still failed him.

“Why do you think I disappeared when we first got in here?” She mirrored his raised eyebrow, ripping the packet open, “You can never be too careful, right?”

“R…” Was all that Harry managed to say as she placed the condom at the tip of his length and carefully rolled it down the rest of him, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth as he hissed through them quietly.

“I’m surprised they make condoms big enough to fit you…” Arabella smirked, placing one hand flat on his chest while her other hand positioned his length directly between her legs.

“O—Oh, fuuuck…” Harry groaned loudly from deep in his throat as Arabella sat over him completely, his eyes rolling back in relief.

“Want me to go slow, old man?” Arabella sat up properly, placing her hands flat on his chest.

Harry’s heavy eyes half opened and he glared up at her, feeling his heart beating madly in his chest. His arms felt like they were glued to the side of him and his breathing became even heavier from anticipating her next move.

“No?” She bit her lip and leaned down, pressing their lips back together as she began to move her hips back and forth over him.

“Absolutely fucking not.” He practically growled against her lips, his fingertips almost digging into her skin as her urged her to move faster against him.

“So naughty…” She kissed him slowly despite her hips moving faster, “And, yet, so fucking desperate…” She kissed him harshly, not even waiting for him to try and kiss her back before sitting herself up properly.

Harry’s lips parted to speak before all the air was taken out of his lungs from the bouncing of Arabella’s hips over him. His hands fell from her hips to the sides of his body and his head rolled back in pleasure as his eyes closed, giving her complete free range of however she wanted to move over him. His entire body trembled half in delight, half in the knowing that what he was doing was very wrong. But it was too late.

He moaned loudly, mouth hanging wide open as she continued to move over him at an unforgiving pace. Her nails scratched at his chest through his shirt and she bit her lip as she gazed down at him, the look on his face adding to the many reasons why she didn’t want to stop. Harry was unsure whether his cock or his heart was throbbing harder, but Arabella could feel each and every pulse as it repeatedly slid in and out of her with ease.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever in a situation like this, even with his wife. His eyes were tightly shut and all he could see were stars, even finding himself becoming lightheaded due to the far from familiar feeling. His entire body was numb, yet also felt pleasure surge through it like electricity.

Harry’s breath hitched briefly when he felt Arabella’s lips against his again, and her breasts pressed up against his chest driving him all the more wild. He placed his hand on the back of her head to urge her not to stop, kissing her back urgently.

“Fuck, I’ve never had someone fill me so well before…” Arabella breathed huskily against his lips, “Just how I’ve always imagined.”

“S-Stop… it…” Harry whimpered against her lips, her words only encouraging the throb of his cock.

He kissed her harder, able to feel her smirk against his lips as he tried to stop her talking; he knew he would soon be moments away from erupting.

“One more and then I’m going to make you forget your fucking name.” Arabella moaned against his lips.

“One more wha…” His voice got cut off from a harsh kiss to his lips before she sat up again and folded her arms behind her head, starting to bounce over him mercilessly, “—oh, fuck!” He cried out, feeling the pleasure already rising in him begin to threaten release.

Arabella grinned from his reaction and threw her head back with her arms still behind her head. Harry gripped onto the material at either side of him but forced his heavy eyes open, afraid this alone would push him over the edge but also willing to take this risk so he could visually lock this image in his brain; the bouncing of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest, her relentlessly moving hips and the brief flash of his cock before it slipped inside her each time, the bliss plastered all over her face, and, mostly, the knowing that it was him who was causing it — mainly because he was aware of how long it would be, if ever, before he would be in this position again.

“You can touch,” She breathed out her words, pushing her breasts together with her hands and immediately moaning once her hands were replaced with his, “Mm… like that.”

“Ah, fuck…” He whimpered under his breath, feeing his thighs tense as the heat rose up his body, “Fuck, fuck– I’m cu– I’m– ugh!”

Harry’s head dug further back into the pillow as sticky strings of his climax began to erupt into the condom, desperately trying to grasp onto her breasts through the material of her clothing as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Countless profanities left his mouth with each palpitation of his cock, especially once Arabella joined him with her own orgasm. She kept herself upright for as long as she possibly could, her eyes rolling back in sync with Harry’s.

“Mmhh, that’s it, boss… Mm!” Arabella moaned loudly, feeling her legs turning to jelly and resulting in her collapsing over him but still moving her hips.

Their lips smacked against each other and they kissed clumsily through their moans as their movements died down, their chests rising and falling against each other. Arabella raised her hands and run them through his hair, Harry’s resting over her bottom and whimpering against her lips when she readjusted herself slightly.

“So it is true…” She whispered against his lips, kissing him again as Harry made an inaudible noise against her lips, “Married bosses really do give the best dick.”

Harry let out a muffled laugh as she sat up and swallowed hard, the reality of what had just happened suddenly hitting him; he had just committed the most unfaithful act, but, fuck, did it feel amazing. His heart was pounding in his chest, half from pent up relief and half from shock of what had just happened. He almost pinched himself just to clarify that it hadn’t all been a dream — a wet dream.

“Everything alright down there?” Arabella’s voice was barely heard over his own thoughts.

“Mm…” He groaned as she moved, hissing through his teeth from how sensitive he felt as she pulled the condom off him.

“Oh,” She giggled when she saw his length twitch out of the corner of her eye whilst tying the condom, “Is that someone saying they’re already up for it again?”

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me…” He spoke with a heavy breath, placing one of his hands over his chest as his eyes glanced up at her.

“Oh, don't look at me like that,” She climbed off him, placing the used condom in the bin as she spoke, “I told you I would do it.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, reaching down to fasten his trousers back up.

“Drain more than just your bank account.” She winked, turning around to face him with her hands on her hips.

Harry didn’t respond, just shuffled further up on the sofa and slouched against it. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up the body that had just been on top of him and swallowed hard, his chest still not entirely back to normal.

“Look at you…” She smirked at his flushed state, his hair still sweaty and stuck up, “I’m going to freshen up.”

Again, Harry remained silent and simply nodded, waiting for her to leave before running his hands through his hair to try and tidy it up a bit. He couldn't deny he had got what he had craved, and he would certainly be arrogant enough to know that she had, too. He felt like a young man again; alive and full of pulsating fun for a period of time, but then like a suddenly inexperienced old man after their few moments of fun.

“Mia was the one that got away, right?” Arabella spoke as she re-entered the room, taking Harry — lost in his own thoughts — by surprise again.

“I’m sorry?” Harry blinked hard, looking over at her.

“Did you want to fuck her?”

“No,” Harry lied, “I was married.”

“What, and did you just get divorced whilst I was in the bathroom?” Arabella scoffed.

After a long period of silence created from Harry unsure how to respond, he changed the subject by asking, “Do you have any cigarettes?”

Arabella walked over to the kitchen table and picked up an opened packet, handing one to him with a lighter, “Here.”

“I didn't know you smoked.” Harry said as he took them from her.

“A guy who was here the other night left them.” She shrugged.

“You do this often?” He arched a brow.

“Would it be a problem if I did?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

“None of my business,” Harry shrugged, placing the cigarette between his lips, “Do you mind?” He gestured toward the lighter.

Arabella shook her head in response, “Does your wife know you smoke?”

Harry paused briefly while he lit the cigarette before speaking, “She doesn't know I'm fucking you, either.”

“Which do you think she’d be most mad about?” Arabella asked with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

Harry took a long drag from the cigarette before speaking as he exhaled, “No comment.”

“Would you like a drink or anything?” She asked, watching him as he dabbed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Perhaps it would be wise for me to rinse my mouth out with something to take away the taste of the cigarette,” Harry sighed, “Then, I’ll be less likely to get questions when I get home.”

“Oh, you’re not planning on staying the night?” Arabella spoke with slight sarcasm in her voice.

“Funnily enough, no,” Harry took another drag, “I have a wife and kids to get home to.”

“Oh, really?” Arabella arched a brow, mumbling as she walked into the kitchen, “Didn’t seem that way when I was bouncing over your cock.”

Harry let out a forced, sarcastic laugh and tapped the ash into the ash tray again. He swallowed hard and glanced back over at the side of the sofa where the event took place only minutes before, bringing the cigarette back between his lips. He closed his eyes and took a large drag from it, resting his head against the back of the sofa as he exhaled.

“Look at you…” Arabella spoke as she came back into the room with his drink, “Cigarette in hand, still whisky on your breath, shirt untucked…” She handed him the drink when he opened one eye to look at her, “Like a real sleazy businessman, hm?”

“Thank you,” Harry lifted his head up, unsure which part of that he was thankful for.

“Well, don't let me keep you if you’ve got somewhere to be.” Arabella shrugged.

“I really should, uh— yeah,” Harry put the cigarette out completely and took a mouthful of the drink, standing up.

“Of course.” Arabella smiled politely, stepping to the side so he could walk past her and following him to the door.

“So, what happens now?” He asked, stepping into his shoes, “We just go to work an pretend this never happened? Do we never speak to each other again? Am I supposed to thank you for tonight?”

“Oh, Harry…” She let out a singular chuckle, shaking her head at him with a devilish grin.

“What?” He half laughed, “I’ve never really been in this situation before,” He raised his eyebrows, “I don't know the etiquette of these things.”

“Don't you worry about it,” She crinkled her nose as he opened the door and placed her hands flat on his chest, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “We can proceed however you’d like, sir. But, from me, it’s been an absolute pleasure.”

“Right,” He cleared his throat, flattening his shirt down once she stepped back, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Arabella asked with a cheeky grin as he turned to walk down the corridor, “Goodnight, boss.”

“Goodnight, Arabella,” Harry responded with a briefly smug smirk.

He made his way back toward the lift and began his journey home, unsure if the emptiness of his balls made up for how uncomfortably busy and full his head felt with thoughts from the night they had just shared.

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sirius black x reader (no longer just a one shot :3 ) ! warnings: the good kind of yearning.., friends to roommates to ?lovers?, bittersweetie, no war!au words count: 2,549 masterlist

a/n: might make a series of little blurbs as a continuation... undecided so lmk what u think!!!

Being friends with Sirius Black was the worst idea you could've ever had. It was hell. He was charming, awfully so. Flirty and caring with his friends in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat. He was the type of friend with no physical boundaries, his legs often thrown over yours, his arms often over your shoulders, lips whispering jokes into your ear.

It was an even worse idea to agree to move in with him after you graduated. James had gone off with Lily and Remus and Peter decided to split an apartment. Sirius, naturally, found one in the same building and dropped the twin key in your hand on graduation day, a wicked smile on his face. He hadn't even properly asked you. He had assumed, well he hoped, that you'd accept no matter what. He knew you had no other plans, no other place to go. He knew you'd love to because he knew you. Because he was your best friend.

So he didn't ask. The small silver dog keychain attached to the key was enough for you.

The answer was always going to be yes.

Living with Sirius meant a lot of things. It meant an abnormal amount of blankets and cushions thrown about, it meant the ever-growing collection of pictures framed on your walls or merely pasted on if Sirius had his way. Ever since Lily gifted him a muggle camera for graduation, he hadn't stopped taking pictures. Of your friends, of you in the kitchen or on your couch, your first night in the apartment he took pictures of your every move. He titled them all, in the back or on the bottom of it.

Darling brushing her teeth, 1st night in #717. You smiled through your toothbrush, shirt askew, with pajama pants that did not match in the slightest.

Doll’s first tea in #717 You couldn't see your face in this one, it was a closer shot of your hands around the teacup Lily bought you fifth year, the delicate flower pattern on the hard porcelain contrasting against the soft of your skin.

He titled them all, with his cursive loops and cloying nicknames. He’d even owl copies of them to your mom— why they even communicated was beyond you— you’d then have to repeatedly remind her, when your parents phoned, that 717 was your apartment number, and no mom I am not dating Sirius, yes I know he’s a wonderful guy, yes I’ll tell him you said hello. His photography habit had gotten so bad he even took pictures of the ladybug that seemed to live in the leaves of the small English Lavander that sat on your windowsill.

Living with Sirius meant putting up with his tendency to ignore the fact that you needed to get a job, in fact, he'd drag you everywhere with him to avoid you even applying, his hand intertwined with yours, warm palms pressed against one another. He did it all the time, holding your hand, pressing a kiss against your temple when he insisted on getting into the crowded muggle metro more often than not, your bodies pressed together as he held you when the tube moved. Every time you complained, that he was holding you hostage, that at this pace you'd never find a job, he'd ask, with his head cocked to the side "Why do you have to get a job anyway? It's not like we need it"

"Sirius I need to make money," the tube shook the two of you, his arm instinctively wrapping around you to pull you closer as the other one maintained a white-knuckled grip on the bar above. "How am I going to afford anything? It’s been two years my savings are gone-"

"You don't need it though," his words were low on your ear, and carefree as if they didn't hold any importance. "I have more than enough to maintain us— for anything you might want" Your face heated, and you looked down hiding the surprise that you prayed he wouldn't see.

"I can't just bum off of you," your words were a timid mumble, and he barely heard you over the intercom announcing the station, if it wasn't because he had been tilted down close to your face, he might've not heard you at all.

"You're not bumming off of me love, I want to take care of you, yea?" he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair, and you didn't refute. Not for now. Because in moments like these, when he acted like it was the most obvious answer in the world and didn't seem to give it a second thought, you could feel the words claw at your throat from the inside. A confession poisoning you from the inside out.

But then he'd look at you.

With his gray eyes, the steel cool of them making your lungs expand wider than you thought possible and your heart beat out of your chest. So you'd decide, every time, that it wasn't the right moment. There was never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you were in love with him though. And through his piercing gaze, you thought he could see you using everything within you to hold back.

You guessed it could be worse.

Being in love with Sirius Black was actually the worst thing to ever happen to you. It got even worse when you moved in together. Waking up to his shirtless self making you coffee the way you liked it, his head disheveled and unruly from bed but somehow just as gorgeous as when he had it fresh and styled, his long dark locks looking nothing short of heavenly in either form. It was the intimacy really— the domesticity of it all— that screwed you. Eating your eggs and toast over the soft tunes of his music, going to the market together, his fingers eventually finding yours as his other hand carried the shopping. His laundry mixed in with yours, falling asleep on the couch together, old muggle movies playing on the TV he bought four months after moving in. You still didn't have a stand for it, it sat on two boxes full of books. Neither of you minded, there was no rush after all. But then you thought of his unpacked bags and the singular box of belongings, it had been a bit more than two years since you moved in. Two years since you started the routine of getting dragged everywhere he went, spending your days lounging around with Sirius like nothing else mattered. But his trunk still housed half his belongings. His walls had a couple of pictures he had sellotaped on, and the large David Bowie poster he had bought the summer after sixth year, yet his clothes would go in and out of his trunk, and his closet sat mostly empty save the lone leather jacket he insisted on hanging.

The thought of his lack of settling made your tummy twist in discomfort.

But, again, you guessed it could be worse. Godric forbid you ever confess.

He'd be walking out the door with his bags.

You decided you'd be okay with letting it all rot inside of you. You didn't want to be too forward or rush into things when you, practically, knew he didn't feel the same. So you savored it, with everything you had in you. The stolen touches and even more stolen glances. The kiss he pressed against your cheek when he'd say goodbye, apparating away to go drink the night away with the rest of the marauders, James escaping from his soon-to-be father duties for a few hours. Sirius would press a kiss to your flushed cheeks when you'd go out with Lily as well, a small stay safe love, escaping his lips right before you slipped out the door.

"Tell him how I feel? Is pregnancy melting your brain, Lily?" You almost spit out your sweet cocktail. Lily flicked your forehead.

"My brain is perfectly fine thank you very much," She huffed, the corners of her lips aching to break into a smile as she rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"You two are practically together, you live together for Godric's sake" Marlene scoffed over her beer,

"Not to mention the shared bank account-" you slapped your forehead as Dorcas let the fact that he'd been basically spoiling you for a year slip, "And I've seen the way he looks at you sweets-" Dorcas's words were slurred by the alcohol in her system, and her head resting against Marlene's shoulder. "You don't look at someone that way unless you're in love with them"

Lily almost spit out her juice as she turned to you with wide eyes. "You got a shared vault now? James and I didn't even do that yet-"

You shook your head, "No no, crap Cas-" you took a shaky breath, as Marlene shook her head in disappointment and groaned out a small You're impossible. "He just keeps paying for things, and he won't let me get a job- honest, I've tried but he keeps planning things and I just never have any time-"

"So is he holding you captive or- I just don't see why you can't get a job" The three girls looked at you, incredulous looks on their faces as you struggled to explain.

"He just keeps saying to not worry-" You hid behind your hands now, embarrassment crawling up your neck. "I don't know- It's complete rubbish, he's insistent on the fact that he wants to take care of me" The girls let out a collective 'aww', all screaming eagerly over each other

"I should've kept it all to myself" you mumbled as you raised your now-empty glass at your waitress, the older woman shooting you a nod as she went to bring you another one. The girls booed at you,

"Now that'd be no fun would it?" Lily shoved your shoulder playfully, Marlene and Dorcas giggling in agreement.

Tell him how you feel.

The thought bounced in your head as you trudged up to your apartment. Fumbling with the keys as you tried to steady yourself. But you didn't need to, as Sirius opened the door. His shirt missing and his burgundy red pajama pants sat loosely at his hips, but you knew he hadn't slept yet. Otherwise, you would've been able to tell— his hair would be a mess, as he tended to bury his head between his pillows, blocking the world away while he slept.

"I could hear you fumbling your keys from down the hall doll" you giggled as you entered, your body instinctively falling into his for a hug. He couldn't help but laugh either, your cheek pressed against his chest as you mumbled out a thank you. The couple of drinks you had made you feel more than loose, giggly and you couldn't help but let the words slip from your lips.

"I love you, terribly so" you'd probably regret such a statement in the morning.

"I love you too darling" you groaned out a no as you peeled yourself off, it poured out of you instinctively. You threw yourself on the soft couch James's parents had given the two of you. We're throwing it out anyway lovies you keep it. You were sure, by Euphemia's playful glint, that this wasn't quite the case. But you appreciated it, the plush sofa softening your intentional fall. Sirius laughed as he approached the couch, crouching next to where your face was smushed into the smooth material of the sofa. His fingers moved the hair away from your face, his eyes locking in with yours as his lips split into a lazy smile.

"Knew you'd make fun of me," You mumbled and his lips twisted into an exaggerated pout now, repressing the need to laugh and you buried your face into the cushions with another groan.

He would've been lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a beat, a flicker of hope that maybe, you felt as he did. Maybe your heart ran quicker when he held your hand, maybe the goodnight kisses you pressed against his cheek, against his forehead meant more, maybe the smile you had given him when he presented you with the key to your shared apartment, the smile that made him feel as if he was staring straight into the sun, meant something more.

But for now, that would have to wait.

As he got you up and into the bathroom, wiping your makeup off with a damp cloth, you gave a mumbled slurred summary of your night. He made you close your eyes as he wiped away the mascara, and you listed the vague number of drinks you'd had— plus the drinks you had to make up for Lily’s inability to drink right now, Marlene’s idea of course. His fingers curled around your chin as he moved your face, and at any other moment, you would've been positively frazzled. But as you spoke of the shaky walk home after Marlene dropped you off down the street, you could only revel in his touch as he hummed along and got you ready for bed. The stubborn lipstick made his cheeks flush as he wiped at your lips repeatedly, making them look plump and if he hadn't had the ounce of self-control he still vaguely maintained he would've kissed you right there and then. But it just wasn't the time for it, there's never a right time to tell your best friend and roommate you're in love with them, is there?

Stumbling around the room with you, the pajamas he managed to get over your form as he tried not to look at you in your underwear— not that you cared at the minute— it all made his heart swell. A stolen moment for him to think on later, the small giggles that escaped your face, or the innocent clutch you had on his hand. You ran your fingers down the features of his face as he helped you lay down. He tucked you into your bed with a kiss on your cheek and a giggle erupting from your chest.

His heart ached with longing but he guessed it could be worse.

You could've said no to living with him.

You gave him a faux pout, and he mirrored it.

"What is it lovely?"

"Missed you tonight-" he could feel the crimson intensify in his cheeks at your words, but he ignored the flush and moved a stray hair away from your face.

"I missed you too love, next time let's go together yeah?" You hummed in agreement, a small love you slipping past right as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep covering you like a blanket.

"I fear I might be in love with you doll," he sighed, yet you didn't answer to his whispered confession. Your chest rose and fell steadily. Part of him was glad, the thought of your reaction to his feelings chilling him to the core. It could be worse, he thought.

Yes, he'd rather have this than nothing at all. Godric forbid he ever confesses.

You'd be walking out the door with your bags.

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