NC17 Chapter 25 Part Two
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The other canine male in her life proved to be lying in front of the common room fire in his dog form, staring vacantly into the flames and looking tired and old before his time. At least until Marlie stepped in, closing the door behind her. Then the dog in question looked up, barked, and bounded towards her with its tail wagging furiously, before leaping on to its hind legs and pinning her to the wall. It barked again, and licked her face, watching with undisguised amusement as she grimaced in disgust.
"Sirius! Don't lick me! God, you're so gross!"
The dog barked again, before morphing back into Sirius, who was grinning at her in a way that was part smirking at her discomfort, and part appealing puppy eyes.
"Don't be like that, kitten," Sirius whined. "I missed you! I've been so bored!" Dropping the smirk, he went into full on pouting, lowering his forehead to touch hers as he started to stroke her hair. "Where were you, kitten? You were ages!"
"It wasn't that long," said Marlie irritably. Truth be told, the close proximity was making her feel a little uncomfortable. Was he always this intense with everyone or was it just her? Whatever, this possessiveness could easily get annoying. "Here." She reached for her bag. "I got you some food." The distraction worked.
"Food! Woohoo!" Sirius hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, before sitting down at one of the tables, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Rolling her eyes, Marlie conjured a plate and cutlery for him, before arranging the meal she'd collected from the kitchen before dropping in on Lupin. Sirius stared greedily at the food, before tucking in. Marlie watched as she always did, in a mixture of revulsion and fascination. Table manners were not Sirius Black's strong point. Finally, Sirius was finished. Marlie made the washing up disappear, before pouring them a glass of apple juice each from Slytherin's soft drinks cabinet, and transferring herself to a bean bag. Sirius joined her, draping himself on one of the sofas.
"So where were you then?" he asked curiously. "You were gone nearly three hours. Christmas dinner never went on that long in my day."
"Oh, you know," said Marlie. "This and that. I went to see my Defence teacher afterwards, seeing as he wasn't at dinner."
"Oh yeah, I know," Sirius grinned. "The one you fancy." The implications of Snape's earlier words to Marlie just before she'd left for dinner had not been lost on him.
"I don't fan-" Marlie started to protest, at least until the image of Professor Lupin's brilliant amber eyes came to mind. "Well, maybe I do a bit," she admitted, blushing. This time it was Sirius's turn to roll his eyes.
"Bloody hell, teenagers. He's probably my age, you know?"
Marlie shifted uncomfortably. "So? He's still cute. And he's really smart and mature too." The unspoken words not like some hung in the air between them.
"He's too old for you," said Sirius, determined not to let the implied rebuke get to him. "And a teacher. Trust me, kitten, nothing good could come out of this. Lust after him in private if you want, but don't kid yourself, mate. He's not boyfriend material. Men my age generally aren't." He fell silent at this, knowing all too well how true this was.
"But we get on really well," said Marlie, unwilling to let the idea drop so easily. "It's like he understands everything about me!"
"That's not love, that's just creepy," said Sirius, now scowling. "Besides, you and I get on really well - does that mean we should get together?" He phrased it as a rhetorical question, although in reality it was only half that, if at all.
Marlie grimaced again. "Ew, no."
Sirius closed his eyes and took a gulp of apple juice to disguise the involuntary wince. Well, he knew she'd likely respond that way - he just hadn't expected it hurt so much when she did.
"And what, then, is the difference between him and me?" He sat up, facing her dead on, anger coiling in his heart now, very interested to hear the answer to this one. "Why is one thirty something male who's old enough to be your father and completely unsuitable considered to be sex on legs and the other one utterly revolting? Hmm?"
"I didn't say you were utterly revolting!" Marlie protested, slightly unnerved by the tone this conversation had taken. "You're not! I like you! It's just I don't really see you as, you know, sexy."
Sirius's eyes had gone into full-on glaring.
"I don't mean it like that!" Marlie cried, flustered. "You and I, we're friends! Good friends! I don't want to think about good friends having sex, or being interested in sex, it feels wrong."
"Rianne's interested in sex," Sirius pointed out.
"Yes, and I don't really want to hear the details of that either," said Marlie, looking faintly disgusted. Sirius stared at her... before starting to laugh.
"What?" asked Marlie, confused. "What's so funny?"
"You," laughed Sirius bitterly. "You see me as one of the girls, don't you?"
"What are you on about, of course you're not a girl," said Marlie, now completely baffled. Sirius shook his head.
"No. You don't see me as a man. To you, I'm just like another one of your girl friends, except I don't wear dresses or girly things, and I don't have any tits."
Neither does Deanna, Marlie thought, but decided not to say it out loud.
Sirius shook his head wearily. "Bloody hell, it's a good thing Moony and Prongsy can't see me now. Look at me, Sirius Black, heroic fighter, bad boy, rebel, ladies' man, bloke about town, and what happens? I've got teenage girls thinking I have no bollocks. Bloody typical, really. Prongsy'd never let me hear the end of it if he found out."
"Harry's dad and the werewolf," said Marlie, reminding herself what the names stood for.
"That's them. One's dead, and the other's god knows where. Probably for the best, really, I wouldn't want them seeing me like this," Sirius growled, feeling the self-pity sink in. He stared into space, brooding.
Marlie, however, found herself pondering this - the fact that Sirius had known a werewolf once. Been very good friends with him too. He must know plenty about them. At the very least, he'd be more sympathetic towards Professor Lupin if he knew, surely?
"Professor Lupin's a werewolf."
Sirius let out a bark of laughter. "Is he really? Well, that's just the icing on the cake, isn't it? He's twice your age, one of your teachers, AND he's a werewolf! Wonderful! Just the sort of bloke you can take home to meet your parents." Sirius scowled into his glass, before something she'd said sank into his brain and set the mental cogs whirring. "Hang on. What did you say his name was?"
"Professor Lupin," said Marlie. "Why?"
Sirius had finished his drink very quickly, and was sitting bolt upright, every muscle on edge.
"Lupin," said Sirius very slowly. "On the short side of medium, light-brown hair which looks sort of red in a certain light, blond-ish bits in his side-burns, amber eyes? Always polite and friendly, soothing manner, never ever gets annoyed?"
"That's right!" Marlie confirmed. "Apart from the blond bits in his side-burns. He's got grey bits though."
Well, that went without saying. Age took its toll on them all, and werewolves aged faster than most due to the strain of the change. Sirius felt a cold knot settle into his stomach as intuition edged towards certainty.
"Remus Lupin."
"Yeah, that's him," said Marlie, feeling her own insides start to churn. "You know him?"
Sirius nodded, horror writ large on his face. "Moony."
"Moony." Marlie's own face fell as she realised the potential significance of all this. "Your old friend, Moony. Is... Professor Lupin."
"Yeah," Sirius whispered. He was off the sofa in a second, looking her over. "Kitten, this may sound like a really personal question, but what are you wearing under there?" He fingered her robes anxiously.
"What do you mean, what am I wearing?" Marlie demanded "Why do you want to know?"
"Just tell me!" Sirius snapped, and for a moment, Marlie felt a stab of real fear go through her. She'd not seen him like this for ages. He was like how he'd been after he'd first escaped, and that was not good. Fortunately, he seemed to realise he'd gone too far, because he stepped away immediately. "Please," he added.
"Same outfit I was wearing earlier," Marlie said, wondering what this had to do with anything. "My jeans, t-shirt and hoodie. Why?"
"The same outfit I cuddled you in this morning," Sirius whispered, all the emotion draining out of his face. Trembling, he collapsed on to the sofa. "Kitten, do you have an almanac anywhere? Or an ephemeris? I need to know what phase of the moon it is."
"Oh, that? It's Full Moon. That's how I discovered he was a werewolf, I went to his office and he was there, transformed."
"WHAT??" Sirius's head snapped upwards at once. If she'd thought he'd looked frightened before, that was nothing compared to how he looked now. "Oh god. But you were in your cat form, right? Right??"
Marlie slowly shook her head. "Um... no."
Sirius stared at her for a full second, before launching himself off the sofa and snatching her up into his arms. "Jesus Christ, kitten," he gasped. He released her a little, looking her over. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did he attack you? God, kitten, are you alright?"
"Sirius," Marlie said softly, stroking his hair in an attempt to calm him down, not easy when her own heart was thudding as fast as his. "I'm fine. I'm alright. He didn't attack me. Professor Snape was there - apparently Professor Lupin takes this potion that means he keeps his own mind when he changes. He was about as dangerous as you are in your dog form."
Sirius was not consoled by this at all. He gave a hollow laugh, stroking her cheek. "Little kitten, I'm as dangerous as any werewolf when I want to be. You're only safe because I care about you." He tightened his grip, pressing her head to his chest. "Kitten, you will be the death of me, one of these days."
"Funny," Marlie giggled despite the seriousness of the situation. "That's what Professor Snape said to me earlier."
"At least I'm not the only one who you're driving up the wall," said Sirius, his voice ragged. "Hang on, you said he was with Lupin. Doing what?"
"Keeping an eye on him. It's his potion that keeps Lupin safe when he changes. Apparently he supervises the changes himself to make sure everything's OK."
"I see," said Sirius. "So the two of them get on then, do they?"
"I'm not sure," said Marlie, frowning. "Whenever they meet in human form, Lupin's friendly enough, but Snape's always glaring at him. And yet today, Snape was actually being... nice to him. He actually stroked the wolf, you know?"
"Stroked the-" Sirius froze. "Oh god. Oh god, kitten. That's not good."
"Not good how?" asked Marlie, although she was sure she didn't want to know the answer.
"Snape and Moony, if they're getting on with each other," Sirius breathed. "Oh god, kitten, he's in his wolf form, he can smell as well as we can if not better, and he knows my scent like his own. And you were there, and you were wearing clothes that smell of me, and he was in his right mind, he'll have recognised the smell, he'll know you've been in contact with me, and if he and Snape are friends again, he'll tell him as soon as he's human, and then they'll come for us, and he knows, kitten, he knows about Padfoot, once that gets out, that's it, the game's up, I won't be able to hide any more, they'll find me, they'll send me back to Azkaban, I don't want to go back to Azkaban, I don't want to go back to Azkaban, I don't want to go back!" His voice had risen in pitch until it became a scream, and he was shaking as if in a fever, his skin cold and clammy and his face paler than Marlie had seen it for a long time. "I don't want to go back, don't let them take me back there!" he gasped, clutching at Marlie in terror.
"It's alright," Marlie whispered, holding on to him, trying to fight her own fears for him. "I won't let them take you back without a fight." She glanced around, frantically wondering what to do. Hysterical thirty something men weren't something she had a lot of experience with. Her eyes fell on the couch - maybe if she could get him sitting down it might help. "Come on, come with me," she murmured soothingly, leading him over to it. Surprisingly, Sirius followed without resisting, although he was still shaking. Marlie sat down at one end, motioning for Sirius to sit next to her.
Gingerly, he settled down on the couch, staring at his hands. I can't stop shaking. Look at me, what's wrong with me? Am I going mad? Not that it would surprise him if he was - but he had never suffered this panicky feeling in Azkaban itself, just the long, slow death of the soul, watching his life tick slowly away with only the knowledge he was innocent to keep him from giving in. But then again, he'd had six months of freedom since then, and although times had been hard, they weren't dissimilar to his traveller childhood. His body had starved, but his mind had been free, and there'd been an exhilarating thrill to it all. Then Marlie had come along, listened, treated him like a human being, held out her hand and freely offered to help, and he'd felt not just alive again, but human again. Every moment he'd been with her had reminded him he was a man, not an animal. Every conversation he'd had with her had helped piece his mind back together again, helped him remember who he was, who he had been, who he could be. He'd come to rely on her, need her for far more than just practical things. Yes, the food and clothes had been nice, but it had been her presence he'd craved most of all. He was no introvert, and he needed company like he needed air. To lose it all again... no, he didn't think he could bear it.
Marlie was smiling encouragingly at him, beckoning him towards her, leaning back into the corner of the couch as she opened her arms for him. Sirius looked at her nervously. Kitten, is this wise? If you only knew how you looked from here, you'd think twice, I promise you. And yet part of him, most of him in fact, yearned to fall into her arms, curl up in her embrace, feel safe, feel warm, feel protected. Feel human. Feel like a man. Feel like Azkaban was a distant memory. He wanted it so much, needed it in fact. But something was stopping him, the fear that once he was in her arms, he'd never be able to let her go...
"It's OK," said Marlie gently. "Come on, come to me. I'll look after you. You'll be alright, I'll protect you. I promise."
Sirius felt his throat tighten. Yes, I'm yours, just hold me... "Promise?" he whispered, his voice sounding like that of a small child.
Marlie nodded, feeling her throat constrict and her heart reaching out to him. I want to make you feel better, I want to take your pain away, oh Sirius, come to me.
Sirius nodded dumbly, and did just that, crawling into her arms like a child to its mother, resting his head against her chest, left arm sliding around her to snake around her back, while his right arm settled on her stomach, right hand resting on her waist. Sirius sighed and closed his eyes, the tension seeming to seep out of him. Safe. Loved. Human. The panic faded away, and while the all too real fear that he might be going back to Azkaban still remained, the paralysing terror had subsided. Marlie, relieved, wrapped her own arms around him, one around his shoulders, the other holding the back of his head and stroking his hair.
"Hush, Padfoot, you're safe now," Marlie whispered. "I've got you. It'll be alright, I'll keep you safe, I don't care what it takes."
"He'll remember, kitten," Sirius said, his voice hoarse still. "If he had his human mind, he'll know that scent, and remember when he comes round."
"Not necessarily," said Marlie, running fingers through his hair, soft and silky to the touch. "We don't know exactly how that potion works. It might impair his memories of the change."
"It might not."
"Then I'll find Professor Snape and ask him under the guise of scientific curiosity. He's an intellectual, and it's his field, and what's more, he helped develop that potion. He'll talk," said Marlie, her earlier emotion disappearing as a feeling of cold anger began to settle on her, an icy fury that Sirius should be in danger like this, underwritten by a steely determination that she would indeed do whatever it took to protect him. Screw rules, screw laws, and definitely screw morals. I will take this fear away from you, Padfoot. I will not let anyone hurt you. I swear it. The realisation that she meant every word sent a chill down her spine. She'd never cared about anyone like this before, and truth be told, it scared her. And yet, he needed her. He was in danger. So she channelled fear into anger and exhilaration, letting cool rationality guide her, intellect and cunning mingling like a true child of the Lovegoods and Harkers.
"And if it doesn't? Or if he's wrong, or simply doesn't know?"
"Then I'll do my own research in the library," said Marlie softly. "And on the morning of the 27th, I will change into my cat form and be there when Professor Lupin changes back. Snape will be there too. If Lupin tells Snape, it will be then, he won't want to waste any more time. If he does, well, I'll just have to Obliviate them both. If he doesn't, I'll visit Lupin alone later on as a human and do some interrogation, find out what he does remember. And if it turns out he knows, then I'll Obliviate him. If not, then we're safe. We'll just have to be very, very careful, that's all." She stroked his hair tenderly, smiling down at him. "I will not let them get you, Sirius. That I swear." Whatever it takes, Sirius. I promised I'd see you cleared, and I'll do it. Whatever it takes. She squeezed him tight, feeling very affectionate all of a sudden, and kissed the top of his head. It felt rather nice, having a warm body curled up in her arms. Especially when it was Sirius. He was normally so fiery and impetuous, so, well, male. She hardly ever saw him with his guard down like this, so open, so vulnerable. This was the most intimate the two of them had ever been... and the most intimate she'd ever been with a man of any kind. The thought frightened her a little... but it pleased her even more to know there was a side of Sirius Black kept only for her. That Sirius Black, the powerful and dangerous ex-Auror, Animagus, convict, feared up and down the country, was now lying in her arms, completely submissive and trusting.
Sirius shivered at her touch, looking up at her strangely as she leaned back. Bloody hell. I think I've corrupted her. Either that, or the Harker genes were coming through.
"Would you really do all that for me?"
Marlie nodded. "Yeah."
"Even though it involves lying, cheating, deceiving your teachers, sneaking around and the unethical use of magic on said teachers that could quite well get you expelled if you get caught?" Kitten, this isn't your problem, you shouldn't be this involved...
"Yeah," said Marlie, smiling through heavy-lidded eyes. She scratched the back of his neck idly, a gesture she'd used with Padfoot before now and that he'd always seemed to like. Turned out the human didn't mind either, for Sirius growled a little and rubbed his head against her hand, eyes closed in pleasure. Mmm, yes, like that! Just like that, kitten! Damn, you're good. Oh well, if you've already become thoroughly corrupted, may as well enjoy it...
Reaching around, he took hold of the hand that was scratching him and drew it in front of him, squeezing it gently and rubbing her fingers. Then, before she could say anything, Sirius placed the gentlest of kisses on her fingertips before looking up, eyes meeting hers.
It's going to be all right. It really is. We'll survive this, we'll manage. We'll do what we have to, but we'll manage. You and me together, kitten, we can do anything we put our minds to. You and me, kitten. You, beautiful, sexy, smart, fiendishly evil Marlene. We can do this. We really, really can.
The fear and tension had all but gone from him now. And then Sirius smiled at her, and Marlie became in grave danger of forgetting her own name, never mind his.
Good god, Sirius, when did you become attractive?? Well, alright, he'd been attractive since he'd stepped out of the shower and into clean clothes in that Muggle house they'd broken into. But he'd never done this to her before. Never had her trembling just by looking at her. Oh god. I think I'm starting to find him... sexy.
It was a disconcerting thought. But not necessarily an unpleasant one. He's slept with plenty of women, he must know exactly what he's doing in bed. He'd know just what to do to make my first time a nice one. Except of course, that Sirius Black would surely not want some inexperienced virginal sixteen year old in his bed, would he? Didn't he go for older women anyway?
Until Sirius pulled himself up, bringing his face level with hers, and without warning, leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Very gently... but he lingered for a good few seconds, during which time Marlie's cool rationality collapsed entirely and her whole world view turned on its head. Or rather, everything about Sirius's behaviour over the past few months finally fell into place.
Oh my god. He likes me. He... really likes me. Her eyes widened as Sirius broke the kiss and, still smiling gently, stroked her cheek.
"Thank you," he said. He turned away, sitting up and making to get up... until Marlie, realising that it was now or never, acted.
"Sirius." He stopped, turning to look at her inquisitively as she sat up... then made a strangled noise of protest as she grasped the back of his head and pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Fortunately for Marlie, Sirius didn't seem to mind. She felt him make some kind of noise, possibly a cry for more, possibly a demand to know what the hell she was up to, maybe begging her to stop... then she felt his hands on her, one on her back, one sliding up into her hair, both pulling her to him as his lips parted and he began to kiss her back every bit as fiercely as she'd gone for him. Marlie wrapped her arms around him and copied his movements. Pretty soon she was kissing without even thinking about it, lost in the bewildering new sensation of someone else's lips claiming hers, another person's tongue sliding into her mouth, someone else moaning incoherently and managing to dominate every single sense she had. It felt weird. It felt good. She put up no resistance as Sirius leaned into her, causing her to fall back onto the sofa, pinned down by him as he stretched out full-length. Breaking off the kiss, Sirius looked into her eyes as he stroked her hair, the smile gone. In its place was raw, predatory hunger.
"You want sex." It was not a question.
"Yeah," Marlie whispered.
"I know, I can smell it all over you," Sirius growled. He shifted against her, and Marlie felt something hard grinding into her, prodding her insistently between her legs. She gasped, fear and desire commingling all at once. Oh my god, he's got an erection, I am giving him an erection, and I haven't even done anything to him! Oh god. This was swiftly followed by: Oh god, I'll have to look at it. Does he want me to touch it?? I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Suppose I do something stupid, like laugh, or something? Suppose I do something wrong? Oh god, I'm going to screw up and ruin everything, I just know it.
Sirius had stopped, nose poised mere millimetres from her right ear, a quizzical look on his face.
"You're scared. You want it, but you're frightened."
"Yes," said Marlie, inwardly cursing as it came out in a frightened squeak. Oh, nice one, Marls. There went the Slytherin Sex Kitten image.
"We don't have to, you know," Sirius murmured in her ear, before tracing her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. "I know it'd be your first time. I know you're nervous. If you'd rather not..."
"I want to," said Marlie swiftly, surprising even herself. Sirius glanced up, amused... but she could sense the cynicism behind the smile.
"With me?"
"Yes," said Marlie firmly, shifting her hips, feeling him rub against her as she did. Damn, that felt nice. Marlie couldn't help letting out a little gasp of pleasure as he made contact with her more sensitive areas.
"Really." Sirius sat up a little, lifting his own waist away from hers, breaking the oh-so delicious contact and causing her to cry out in dismay. Sirius smiled cruelly at her reaction. Damn him. "Kitten, not half an hour ago, you were telling me you wanted me as a friend and nothing more. Now you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," Marlie whimpered, shocked by the unexpected swearing - he was normally scrupulous about not using the stronger swear words in front of her. Oh, he knew what he was doing, all right. The sudden profanity had sent a jolt of pleasure right to her groin. Fuck. I think I'm turning into a slut.
Sirius raised an eyebrow, that maddening smirk still firmly in place.
"I see. Mind telling me what changed your mind?"
"You need it. I want it. And... you have the most amazing smile." Marlie's voice trailed off, wondering if perhaps she'd given too much away. Sirius seemed rather taken aback by that admission.
"I... you really think so?" Sirius asked, stumbling over his words in a way that endeared him to her even more. He is so sweet... Oh Sirius, you've been so badly used, suffered so much, I just want to make it all better for you.
"Yeah," she said, giggling a little. Sirius flushed, looking embarrassed - but he was smiling again, and Marlie knew she was doomed. Then he stripped off the vest he'd been wearing, and any misgivings Marlie might have had went dancing blissfully into the distance. "Yikes."
Sirius smirked at her. "Like what you see?"
Marlie could only nod, not trusting her mouth to form any sound other than "guh". If this was what an underfed and ill-used Sirius looked like, what the hell would he look like once he'd cleared his name and was living well again? Sirius's muscles, while not as well-toned as they could have been, were still there, still well-defined, and still more than capable of overpowering someone. Like her, for example.
"I'll take that as a yes," Sirius murmured, lying on top of her once more, deliberately wrapping her legs around himself and rubbing his groin into her. Marlie cried out at the contact.
"So you definitely want this, then," Sirius said calmly, all the while grinding into her remorselessly, apparently getting off on watching her squirm in response. Marlie reached for him, clinging on, nails digging into his naked back, angling her hips up to meet him. It hurt a little... but damn if the pleasure wasn't worth it.
"Yes," Marlie gasped.
"Sure?" Sirius purred. "Because you ought to know something. I've not had sex for over twelve years, kitten. And watching you right now... it's like a starving man at a feast. And you know what my table manners are like, darling." He emphasised the point by thrusting sharply up against her. Marlie cried out. That had hurt. Sirius hadn't been lying earlier when he'd said he was as dangerous as any werewolf. But he also said he cared about me...
"I'm not afraid." Marlie lifted her face to his and kissed him again. Sirius paused briefly before kissing her back. There was no gentleness this time. Sirius had grabbed her head and pulled her to him, mouth fixed on hers, tongue probing as he took everything she had to offer. Pulling her upright, Sirius reached behind her and began expertly undoing the fastenings on her robes, not breaking lip contact until the robes were loose and sliding off her shoulders. Then he let her go, helping her to wriggle out of them, leaving them in a heap on the floor, before sliding her hooded jacket off to join them. Her t-shirt followed, and she was sitting before him in jeans and her bra.
Sirius, breathing heavily, stared for a good, long minute at her chest, transfixed. Marlie's eyes flicked down to look at herself, before back up at him. He seemed to like what he saw so far. He glanced up, meeting her eyes with a brief flash of a smile, before sliding off the sofa and kneeling on the floor next to her.
"Beautiful Marlene," he murmured, using her full name for probably the first time in his life. "I'm all yours."
Taking both her hands in his, he kissed them tenderly. Marlie closed her eyes, shuddering at the sound of his voice. He thinks I'm beautiful. He's on his knees in front of me. I'm doing this to him, me! The thought thrilled her as it terrified her: suppose she disappointed him? How was she ever meant to live up to this?
Then she'd been pushed back against the sofa as Sirius Black spread her legs, slid in between them and buried his face between her breasts, and she was too busy surrendering to his touch to worry. Sirius moaned softly, rubbing his face into her cleavage, enhanced Animagus senses bringing every sight, sound and smell home to him. He was enveloped in a heady scent of female pheromones, young and eager female pheromones, and he could no more have obeyed his better nature and run away from this than thrown off the Imperius. Correction: he'd have had better luck with the Imperius. But this? Not a hope. Hooking one arm around her gorgeously slender waist, he used the other to begin sliding her left bra strap down, all the while fervently kissing and tonguing the curve of her breast. She was shivering and moaning under him, whispering his name amid assorted little gasps and pinning him to her. Nudging her bra aside, his fingers lifted her breast into the open, massaging it, feeling its weight fit nicely into his hand.
Marlie moaned, going limp in his arms, arching her back as he fondled her, seeming to need this as much as he did. Then Sirius's kisses reached her nipple, and as his mouth latched on to it, something in her seemed to snap. She cried out, spasming in a mix of shock and delight, clutching him even tighter as she began to move beneath him. Sirius nearly cried out himself, feeling her hand roaming over his back as she tried to rub her hips against him. Too long... it had been too long since he'd last felt a warm body near his, far too long without even being able to contemplate a woman in his arms, the Dementors sucking the thought away every time he tried. Far too fucking long. Marlie's other breast was in his left hand now, as he began to toy with her other nipple, squeezing and twisting, experimenting to see what she reacted to, to see what would make her cry out, writhe against him and beg for more. One movement in particular that involved pinching her nipple in between two fingers made her cry out sharply.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, lifting his head up. He hoped not - while he wasn't averse to being the dominant one, he was no sadist.
"No, well, only a little bit, for fuck's sake, Sirius, get on with it!" Marlie pleaded. "Please..."
Sirius grinned, sliding his hands behind her and unfastening her bra straps. The garment was on the floor with the rest of the clothes in seconds, before Marlie had grabbed his head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him desperately, mouth opening wide to admit him, her tongue darting into his mouth, wanting to taste him, feel him, have him inside her no matter what. Sirius duly obliged, before breaking off. Sweet as she tasted, it wasn't her mouth he wanted to be exploring the inside of right now.
"Sirius?" she breathed, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
"Ssh," Sirius murmured, sinking to his knees once more. "I'm still going to kiss you. Just not there."
"Where?" asked Marlie, dazed.
"You'll find out," Sirius promised. Leaning over her, he lowered his head and began to kiss Marlie's stomach, planting a trail of kisses down her midriff, feeling her tremble with each one, until he reached her jeans. Unzipping them, he began to grab at the material, hauling both jeans and underwear off. Marlie lifted her hips, helping him undress her. Finally she was sitting naked in front of him, looking only slightly nervous.
"Like what you see?" she laughed, a slight waver in her voice betraying her anxiety. However, her gaze remained steadily locked on him.
Sirius looked her up and down, drinking in the sight, feeling his own trousers tightening as he took in her pale skin and slender body. Yes, you are gorgeous, yes, I want you, yes, you are unbelievably sexy. He nodded, his mouth unable to form the words out loud. Marlie's eyes widened at this, her face going pink as she shifted uncomfortably.
"Having doubts?" Sirius murmured, tucking her hair behind her ears as he cupped her face in his hands.
"I'm naked," Marlie squeaked. "In... in front of you."
"Yes, you are," said Sirius, amused. He began nuzzling her under her ear, drinking in her scent, wanting desperately to lose himself in it, in her. "Shall I get naked too? Might make you feel less underdressed."
Marlie whimpered at the idea. Sirius chuckled, beginning to kiss her neck, gently at first, then ever more fiercely.
"Your trouble is, kitten, that you're thinking too much," Sirius growled. "Stop thinking. Just... feel. Just lie back and enjoy. Open your senses, kitten. You know, like I taught you."
He felt her leaning towards him, inhaling tentatively, clearly unsure what was going to happen. Then he felt her gasp, before starting to moan softly, pulling him to her, holding his head as once more, he began to work his way down, kissing his way down the front of her body, her warm, willing and suddenly hyper-responsive body, that was writhing and bucking at his every touch.
"Sirius," he heard her hiss, drawing out the sibilants in his name as she wrapped the sound of it around her tongue. There was no nervousness in her voice now, just need, longing and desire. "Yes, Sirius, want you."
"Sexy Marlene," he growled as he laid a trail of kisses on her impossibly smooth stomach. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, I want you so badly. Want to, need to, taste you, have you..."
"Sirius, yes," he heard her moan. "Please. Take me." The sound of her begging him for more fired something inside him. She wanted more? He would give her more. Kneeling before her, he placed a kiss on top of her triangle of dark blonde curls, causing her to gasp in astonishment.
"Sirius?" she whispered, watching uncertainly as he brushed her pubic hair aside, glancing up at her from where he was kneeling. "What are you- oh!" Sirius had lowered his face to her and kissed her clitoris. He watched her nearly leap off the sofa in shock, trying not to look too pleased with himself. Some things you never forgot, and how to give oral to a girl was one of them. Not taking his eyes off her, he began to lick her, running the tip of his tongue around her clit, watching her eyelids flutter shut as she leaned back and began to moan, all virginal shyness dissolving in lust. Sirius closed his own eyes as her fingers began to entwine themselves in his hair and her legs wrapped themselves around his neck. Abandoning himself to the sound and scent of her, feeling her arousal building around him, Sirius took hold of her hips and pulled her to him, giving in to a frenzy of kissing, licking and sucking, burying his face in her.
"Sirius, oh god, yes," Marlie cried out, barely aware of anything else except his lips caressing her, tongue probing into her most intimate parts. She'd heard from Rianne that it felt good, felt amazing if done right, but she'd never imagined it would be like this. Certainly she'd never imagined she'd get it so easily. She'd got the impression that men didn't really like doing it, that it was something you only got on special occasions, or if you begged, or were really nice to a guy. She'd not expected to be given it right away, not even needing to ask. She'd not expected to be given it by a man who seemed to be enjoying it so much. He was moaning himself now, eagerly exploring her, tasting her, licking up the fluid that was starting to pour out of her. Pleasure flooded through her as his tongue flicked against one spot in particular on the inside of her cunt, causing her to spasm, fingers clawing at his scalp. It must surely have hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind, only licking her even more, spurred on by her little mews of pleasure. He withdrew his tongue from her, allowing her a short breathing space... until it was replaced by a finger, snaking its way inside her, slowly but firmly inching in, rubbing up against the sensitive spot his tongue had found earlier. Marlie gasped at the sensation, twisting her hips and thrusting up against him as he finger-fucked her, crying out at the pleasure. It wasn't as gentle as his mouth had been, but the sensation of being filled, of being penetrated made up for that. And then Sirius had taken her clit in his mouth again, and Marlie lost all reason. Clinging on to his hair, she forced his face deeper into her, arching her back and screaming his name over and over again until her cries turned into wordless sounds of desire. Sirius was moaning too, responding by thrusting into her harder, sliding another finger into her to join the first, causing her to wince as it stretched her. By this time though, pleasure and pain weren't far different. As Sirius reached behind her with his other hand, grasping her arse and pulling her to him, she gave in and came, screaming his name.
Finally, the orgasm subsided, leaving her lying on the sofa, gasping for breath. Sirius had also stopped, sliding his fingers out of her and sitting back on his haunches, looking rather breathless himself. His skin was covered in a layer of sweat, and his face and upper body were flushed red... but his eyes were fixed on hers, danger lurking within. Slowly, very deliberately, he began to get up, approaching her with that evil gleam in his eyes. "Siri- umph!" Sirius had silenced her with another kiss before she could even finish saying his name.
"Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful," Sirius moaned in between kisses. "Need it, need you, want you, want to, fuck you, sexy, kitten, please!"
"Sirius," Marlie managed to get out. Her voice trailed off as she realised he was unfastening his own trousers, sliding them and his underwear down and wriggling out of them with the skill of one who'd done this sort of thing many, many times before. Altogether far too quickly, he was naked too. Despite trying her hardest not to look, she found her eyes drawn inexorably downwards to where his cock was waiting, hard and ready. For her. Oh god.
This is going to hurt. Oh Jesus. Two fingers had left her a little sore. What was having that inside her going to feel like?
"Worried?" Sirius asked, grinning.
"Um. Maybe?"
Sirius's expression softened. "Don't be," he said. "It'll probably hurt a little at first, but that'll go away. Trust me, I've never had anyone it wouldn't fit inside." He reached for his trousers and produced his wand.
"What are you doing?" Marlie asked nervously. She couldn't even remember where her own wand had ended up, and she didn't like the thought of being naked and wandless in front of a wanded wizard.
"Contraceptive Charm," Sirius replied, pointing it at his genitals. "Conceptio Impedimenta!" A silver light came from his wand, enveloping his penis in a silvery barrier before disappearing. Sirius nodded in satisfaction, lowering his wand and turning his attention back to her, advancing on her with predatory intent. "Can't have you getting pregnant, can we now?"
"Suppose not," said Marlie softly, not quite feeling ready to admit that, thanks to Rianne, that hadn't been strictly necessary. She didn't think that he'd take the news that Rianne had foreseen this very well. She looked into his eyes, realising that this was it, this was really happening, she really was about to lose her virginity, and to wanted criminal Sirius Black, of all people. She had a feeling that not even Rianne would have seen this one coming at the start of the year. Sirius stroked her cheek tenderly.
"You're beautiful, you know?" he said quietly, running a calloused thumb against her lips. "Just looking at you turns me on. I -" he paused, appearing very solemn all of a sudden. "I'm honoured you chose me."
Marlie looked away, feeling faintly embarrassed. Sirius Black, honoured to be allowed to sleep with her? But he must have slept with loads of women, most of them probably far more skilled in bed than her, and quite possibly more attractive too (well, maybe). And yet he counted this a privilege, an honour. The thought scared her as it thrilled her.
Sirius seemed to sense her thoughts. "You could have anyone, kitten," he said. "Anyone you wanted. And yet you picked me. Why?"
Marlie shrugged. "You're here. You're interested. You know what you're doing." Oh god, did he know what he was doing... "And I trust you. You make me feel... safe."
Sirius greeted this with silence, a look of amazement in his eyes. He took one of her hands in his and raised to his lips, kissing it gently. His eyes met hers, and then he was letting go of her hand and moving in, seemingly mesmerised by her. Marlie, suddenly helpless to resist, found herself leaning back, lying flat on the sofa, legs parting to admit Sirius as he came to lie on top of her. Wrapping arms and legs around him, she lifted her head eagerly and kissed him. He responded, kissing her back surprisingly tenderly. With actual sex imminent, she'd expected rather more force. Sirius Black was a man of many surprises.
He adjusted the angle of his hips, and with the hand that wasn't stroking her face, reached down and positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance.
"Still want this, kitten?" he murmured. "Because this is your last chance to say no. Once I've started, it's not going to be easy to stop."
"I still want it," said Marlie firmly.
"Sure?"
Marlie took his face in both hands and kissed him. "Yes. Get on with it." Sirius laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
"Alright then." Once more he moved into position, before slowly easing himself into her. Marlie clung on to him, wincing as he entered her, biting her lip to avoid crying out. He'd warned her it would hurt a little at first, but she'd not expected it to be this bad. Her nails bit into his skin as she felt the head of his cock stretching her, forcing her open.
"God," she whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Ssh, it's alright," Sirius whispered in her ear, kissing her face gently. "I'm nearly in, it won't be long now. Just breathe, relax, that's right, just relax." Marlie held on to him, burying her face in his hair, the pain between her legs fading into a dull throb. Sirius was kissing her hair, making little soothing noises, stroking her back, and she almost began to feel relaxed again... until Sirius moved his hips again, held her pelvis still with his other hand and suddenly thrust into her, hard.
Marlie did cry out then, nails stabbing into Sirius's back as a tearing pain ripped through her. Sirius winced at the contact, causing Marlie to feel a twinge of smugness. Did that hurt you, Padfoot? Good, now you know what it feels like. Except the pain she was feeling had subsided as quickly as it had come. Sure, she still felt a bit sore down there... but nothing like as bad as before. Now there was just a bit of discomfort around the outside... and the unfamiliar sensation of something long and hard filling her up, effectively pinning her to the sofa.
"You alright?" Sirius murmured, his head resting next to hers. His eyes were shut, and he looked exhausted, but he was smiling.
"Yeah, I think so," Marlie whispered. "Doesn't hurt any more."
"That's good." Sirius seemed disinclined to say anything else, so Marlie returned her attention to his pelvis rubbing right up against hers. Literally right up against hers, no erection getting in the way now. That particular obstacle was now firmly wedged inside her. She attempted to move, but it left little room for manoeuvre.
"You're inside me."
"Yeah," Sirius grinned, eyes still shut.
"I can hardly move." She shifted her hips again, flexing a few of her pelvic muscles in an attempt to see if she could dislodge him. It didn't have that effect, but it did cause Sirius to gasp, shivering in her arms. "Are you alright? That didn't hurt you, did it?"
"No," Sirius grunted.
"Should I stop-"
"No!" Sirius gasped. "Don't stop. Do it again. Keep doing it. Just don't ever... fucking... stop." He began to move, matching her movements with his own, thrusting rhythmically inside her. Marlie's eyes widened as she held on to him - he was lying on top of her, holding her shoulders for support, neck arching back as he began to moan softly.
"Sirius?" His eyelids fluttered as she said his name. "Are you-?"
"I'm fine," he growled in response. "I'm better than fine. God, kitten, you are so fucking tight, I can hardly move inside you, but I can feel everything."
Marlie felt the heat rising in her face as he said this. Sirius Black had to be one of the crudest and most foul-mouthed people she'd ever met... yet despite herself, it was turning her on. Yes, definitely turning into a slut. Hard not to though, when Sirius was moving inside her, with his eyes closed and features contorted in ecstasy, moaning louder with every single movement she made. He's really enjoying this. I am giving this to him, it's me making him feel this way, me he wants. This was followed by the dawning realisation that any worries she might have had regarding past lovers of his had been groundless: whoever he'd slept with, she could probably match them. I can do sex. I'm OK in bed. I can do this!
The realisation set loose something in her, dissolving any remaining inhibitions. Pulling Sirius to her, she arched her back and began moving in earnest, matching him thrust for thrust as she wrapped her legs around him and gripped him as tightly as she could.
"Harder," she hissed in his ear. "Fuck me harder." Well, if he was going to talk dirty, she might as well too...
A tremor went through Sirius's entire body as she said this, and he let out an involuntary cry. Speeding up, he began thrusting into her wildly.
"Yes, oh god, yes," she heard him cry out, and to her astonishment, there was a neediness in his voice, a plaintive note, that had not been there before. A whine of need and desperation, a definite shift in his mood from sexual predator to prey. He was pressing her body as close to his as he could manage, thrusting savagely into her, planting fierce kisses on her neck and shoulder, and, by a happy coincidence, rubbing her still swollen clitoris right up against him. Marlie cried out, rubbing up against him, desperate for more of that friction.
"More, give me more!" she snarled at him, grabbing his arse and forcing him to go that bit deeper. Sirius took the hint and thrust himself into her as deep as he could go, the stroke setting her clit on fire.
"Sirius, yes, more!"
"Yeah, kitten, yours, all yours," Sirius moaned, thrusting into her over and over again. "Yeah, oh yeah, please, kitten, feel so good, you do, feel amazing, sexy, beautiful, so fucking fit, you are, love this, love you, oh god, yes, kitten, yes, Marlene!" He gave one last thrust as he screamed out her name, before going rigid, descending into wordless cries that sang ecstasy to the four corners of the room in a way that no words could ever have managed. Marlie held onto him, fiercely grinding into him while she still could, getting a quick release before it was all over. Finally, Sirius's breathing slowed, and his body sagged. Clearly exhausted, he collapsed on to her, head resting on her chest. However, before he gave in completely, he reached down and retrieved his wand, casting a quick Cleaning Charm on them before exchanging his wand for her cloak and pulling it over them both. Marlie helped arrange it, before leaning back against the cushions and wrapping her limbs around him.
"You OK?" she whispered. Sirius nodded, eyes firmly shut.
"Perfect," she heard him breathe.
"You enjoyed it?" Marlie asked hopefully. He certainly seemed to have done, but it was always best to make sure.
"Yes," Sirius whispered, still in that dazed tone he'd used just prior to orgasm. "Oh god, yes."
"So did I," said Marlie softly, kissing the top of his head and holding him close to her. Sirius made no response, instead taking her hand and kissing her fingers before pressing it to his chest, his hand covering it entirely.
"Never leave me," Sirius whispered. "I need you so much, I -" He stopped midsentence, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.
Marlie could only hold him as tightly as she could, stroking his hair.
"It's alright," she said softly. "I'm here. I'll look after you. I promise."
Sirius sighed, nuzzling her breast before letting go of her hand and wrapping both arms around her, a contented smile on his face. It wasn't long before he was fast asleep. Marlie watched him doze off, feeling tired herself by now. Well, what are we to each other now, I wonder? I don't know if I love you or not. I don't even know if you'd want that or not. Maybe you'd rather we stay just friends. We might never do this again. Who knows? But this I do know, there's nothing I won't do to keep you safe and happy, for as long as you need me. For as long as he needed her. Who knew how long that would be? Until he cleared his name, at least. But then again, he'd also begged her never to leave him. Adjusting her grip on the sleeping male in her arms, she curled up and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. For now at least, there was no doubt Sirius Black belonged to her. When she woke up, it was to cold and emptiness. The common room lights were off, and the fire had burnt down to embers. She was still lying there, naked under her cloak, but Sirius was nowhere to be seen.
"Sirius?" she whispered, shivering in the chill air. "Are you there?" No response. Maybe he had to go to the toilet or something. But there were both girls and boys toilets just off the common room, and not a sound coming from either of them. And Sirius was far too lazy to have walked all the way back to the dorm. Well, not unless he wanted a cigarette or something, but she was sure he'd had some on him earlier. Something was very wrong here.
Sitting up, she swung her feet off the sofa, and felt them landing on a pile of clothing. Her clothing. Neatly folded and stacked in a pile, with her wand on top. Very considerate of you, Sirius. Too considerate. Dressing quickly, she shifted into Cleo and began tracking him, not at all sure what she was going to find.
The trail led back to the dorm, and it was still relatively fresh. He'd been here not that long ago, and was probably still around. His scent grew stronger, confirming that suspicion... but what it told her about him was not so welcome. When Sirius had come this way, he had smelt of fear. Fear and anxiety... and deep sorrow. Marlie quickened her pace, desperate to find him, but afraid what might await her.
She dashed into the dorm, and transformed. The fire was lit, and Sirius was there, fully dressed... and packing his things into the rucksack, his eyes hollow.
"Sirius?" Marlie stared at the bag, not wanting to believe what her senses were telling her. "What is this? What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, kitten," Sirius said, so quietly she could barely hear him.
"You're leaving," Marlie whispered, her mind going numb. "You're going away. Without telling me. Without even saying goodbye. Were you actually going to wake me up before you left, or were you just hoping to slip away quietly?" The silence was all the answer she needed.
"You bastard!" she shouted, feeling her throat tightening and tears starting to well up. Anger flared inside her and she flung herself at him, raining her fists on his chest. "You complete and utter bastard, how could you do this to me? I thought you cared about me, how could you do this to me?" She was sobbing by this time, liquid rage pouring down her cheeks.
"Kitten, stop it," said Sirius, grabbing her by the wrists and wrestling her away from him. "Stop it, please! Don't make this any harder for me."
"Why the hell not!" Marlie yelled at him. "We just had sex, and now you're running away without even telling me why? Did you stop to think about how I might feel about that?? Do you even care how I feel?"
"Of course I care how you feel!" Sirius shouted. "For god's sake, kitten, I l-" He stopped himself before he could say any more, closing his eyes. "I can't do this any more," he whispered, pained.
"Do what?" Marlie asked. "Bear to be around me? Look at me? Talk to me? Touch me, kiss me?" She went very quiet, feeling her voice and more besides about to break. "Was I that awful?"
"No, of course not," Sirius sighed, letting her go and pulling her unresisting into his arms. He held her close to him, planting a kiss on her hair. "It was good, Marlie. You were good. I enjoyed every minute. As long as I live, I will never, ever forget you." He released her, and to her surprise, Marlie saw that his own face was also wet with tears. "You mean the world to me, little Marlie," he said softly.
"Then why-" Marlie started, but a finger on her lips stopped her . "It's because I care about you that I can't stay," Sirius told her. "Kitten, if I am found, I don't just think they'll send me back to Azkaban, I think they'll kill me on sight. If I'm lucky." He held Marlie as she cried out at this. "You've already done so much for me, darling. I can't ask any more from you. It's getting dangerous now - with Moony around and in league with Snivellus, I could be discovered at any time. No, listen." Marlie had started to protest at this. "I know what you're willing to do for me, and believe me, I'm grateful. But I can't ask you to do all this for me. It's not your problem. You shouldn't be involved. If I'm caught, I don't want you to be brought down with me." He stroked her face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "You should be out there enjoying life. Having fun. Being with your friends. Going out on hot dates with blokes your own age." Marlie backed away at this, her hand over her mouth as she let out an involuntary sob. Sirius felt his own throat tighten, but carried on regardless. "Not risking your life and your future for some vagabond convict who's old enough to be your father."
"Do you think that matters to me?" Marlie said, still hoping, praying this wasn't happening. "Sirius, you need me, you need my help, how are you going to get Wormtail without me? I want to help you, Sirius!"
"No!" Sirius said fiercely. "Not if it puts you in danger! Freedom is not worth your life!" He held his head in his hands. "Kitten, I cannot give you what you need. I can't be the man you deserve to have. You can do far better than me. Don't waste your youth chasing after me. Go and find someone who can give you all the things I can't."
"No," Marlie whispered, feeling empty inside. "No, this isn't happening. This is not real. You can't just walk away like this, you can't just take my virginity and run, you can't just use me and leave, you can't do this! I won't let you do this, do you hear me, I won't let you!" Launching herself at him, she grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him, lips savagely attacking his, desperate to force a reaction out of him, any reaction. She heard him cry out, felt his arms go round her, his mouth open under hers, and for a few too-brief seconds, she thought it had worked. Until she found herself violently shoved away, staggering back and colliding with the post of Luella's bed. Wincing at the pain in her shoulder, she slid to the floor, going numbly into shock as her mind began replaying another occasion when she'd sought affection and been cruelly pushed away... except this time, it was worse, so many times worse because he'd done it knowingly, and not only that, but only an hour before, less than that in fact, had been inside her, screaming her name, then curled up in her arms, begging her never to leave him.
"Just the same..." Marlie whispered, bitterness and shock searing themselves on to her face, subtly laying the first traces of age on her features. "It's just the same, exactly the same, just like him, you're all the same, you're ALL THE FUCKING SAME!" She finished by screaming the words at him. "You say you care, but you don't, you just want to have your fun, have your little conquests, get the fucking t-shirt, and just run away without even having the BALLS to even tell me!"
"Marlie, that's not true," said Sirius as he stepped towards her, his face ashen.
"Don't touch me!" Marlie shrieked as he reached out for her. Sirius stopped, lowering his arm, the horror and despair in his eyes telling their own story, only deepening at her next words.
"I hate you," Marlie sobbed. "I hate you!!"
Sirius stared at her, a lump in his throat, fighting back his own tears. Kitten, no, what have I done to you? To us? I've ruined everything, lost you for good, and for what? The sex was amazing, but it wasn't worth this... If only there was a way he could turn back time, stop this ever happening... His hand went to his wand, his body acting before his mind could even finish formulating the idea. Marlie frowned, eyes following the movement, before widening in horror as she realised what he was planning.
"Obliviate!" Unfortunately for Sirius, his own training had helped hone already excellent reflexes, and Marlie had dived to the floor before he'd finished speaking. The hate in her eyes as she looked up said it all - if he thought he'd ruined everything before, he'd destroyed it utterly now.
"Get out," Marlie hissed at him.
"Marlie, I'm sorry..."
"GET OUT!!" Marlie screamed, white-faced. Shaking, Sirius reached for his bag, slinging it on to his back and pulling his full-length coat over the top, before shifting into Padfoot and, with one last, longing glance, slinked out. Marlie looked away, waiting until he'd gone before curling up on the floor, finally giving in to her tears.