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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5049 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Allie had grown quiet. Well, quieter, he reckoned— he hadn’t forgotten how quiet she normally was around others. She had flourished around him, opened up and grown comfortable; However since her meeting with the Minister, she had retreated back inside herself.
She wasn’t cold, just quiet. She told him good morning with soft kisses to his forehead or cheek, rather than speak. She still spent afternoons on the drawing room’s couch with him, albeit silently curled up next to him with a book. The silence didn’t bother Sirius, however— because while she held a book in one hand, she held his hand in another.
A garden had appeared out back. The once dead and weed-y flowerbed was replaced with beautiful thatches of tulips, marigolds and zinnias. She seemed at peace gardening without magic, unbothered by the sun beating down on her. Sirius didn’t mind sitting out in the late spring heat watching her dig and tend to her florals, for if she was happy, he was happy.
He also didn’t mind when she would beckon for him to join her in the shower, either. As quiet as she had become, she was not quiet in the shower.
She whimpered in her sleep, muttering to herself as she thrashed about. It wasn’t every night, but more often than not Sirius was awoken from a deep sleep to her crying out.
I’ll never tell. I’ll never tell.
He didn’t dare ask her during waking hours what she had been dreaming about; fearing he already knew the answer. She had been subjected to torture on more than one account because of him, and his guilt was easier concealed if he didn’t speak of it.
The drawing room became a room of secrets. Remus and Tonks seemed to be shutting themselves inside (conversations muted by an imperturbable charm) more and more. Each time they would exit, Tonks looked frustrated, and Remus looked sad.
Molly had spent nearly an hour one afternoon with Allie in there, door shut and conversation muted. Sirius knew Molly muted it because of him, and despite the spell being airtight, he had sat outside the door straining to listen. Judging by the pleasant expressions and Molly’s genuine hug to Allie when she left 12 Grimmauld Place that evening, whatever they spoke of went well.
Even Kingsley had stopped by the house one night and pulled Allie aside. Sirius didn’t sit by the door and try to listen this time, already knowing what Kingsley and she would be speaking about. Allie had walked Kingsley to the front door and shook his hand goodbye; all seemed well between them.
With Kingsley having left shortly before, the house was quiet and mostly empty. Sirius, Remus and Allie sat at the basement table, enjoying left over pasta Molly had made the day previous.
“So, you and Kingsley kissed and made up?”
Sirius’s words were muffled by a mouthful of pasta, quickly washed down with a swig of scotch.
Allie flushed and nodded “Something like that.”
“Have you seen him? Following you?” Remus asked
“No,” Allie shook her head “he said he doesn’t watch me like he’s supposed to. He’s watching others, wouldn’t tell me who.”
“Probably Malfoy or some other Death Eater.” Sirius grumbled.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the house was forks scraping against plates. It was almost eerily quiet, Sirius thought; the same quiet that used to drive him mad.
“Where is Kreacher?” Remus asked “I haven’t seen him the last few times I’ve been here.”
“I haven’t seen him either— have you seen him skulking about, kitten?”
Allie shook her head.
“Ehhh the hell with him,” Sirius waved his hand, scoffing “He’s probably skulking around in the attic, fawning over my mother’s old junk.”
They ate for another few minutes in silence. Remus had turned his attention to a book; Lord of the Flies— he must’ve found it on the table in the drawing room. Sirius watched Allie eat out of the corner of his eye; she was so lovely, he could hardly believe for the last two months she had been his. He watched as she swallowed, watching her throats mini-movements just underneath her skin. His cock twitched thinking of his lips on the hollow of her throat, her soft moans in his ear.
He slid his hand over her thigh, brow raised and grinning mischievously. She flushed and bit her lip to keep from smiling, then glanced at the clock.
“Don’t let me forget to place another contraceptive at 7:00,” she whispered, as softly as she could.
“I heard that,” Remus said, overtop of his book “You could have the decency to wait until I’m gone befo—“
“Alright, you lot!”
Tonks came barging inside the kitchen; Sirius had been so distracted he hadn’t heard her come in the front door. Her hair was jet black this evening, long with small streaks of red framing her heart-shaped face. She threw a deck of cards onto the table, grinning.
“We’re playing cards and getting drunk tonight!”
“Rough day…?” Remus asked inquisitively
“This house will be full of kids in a few weeks once school lets out, and this is the last weekend all of us don’t have guard duty,” Tonks said “Come on, I’ll get us all some shots of firewhisky...”
Sirius leaned over to Remus, whispering.
“Is she trying to kill us?”
Remus set the book down, shrugging.
“Probably.”
It didn’t take all that many drinks before the four of them were having a good time. Remus, Tonks and Sirius played Blackjack at the kitchen table as Allie twirled and swayed to the music behind them. She was much more carefree when she was tipsy, although alcohol did not make her any more chatty than usual.
“Kitten, are you going to come learn Blackjack?” Sirius called back to her “Or are you going to pretend to be a ballerina all night?”
“I was a ballerina,” she slurred sweetly “as a child. Until I was 9.”
She did not join them. She moved to the music, her curls bouncing and splaying around her as she moved. For a drunken woman, she was quite graceful.
“Moony, how many shots of tequila can you do?” Sirius asked, clasping his hands together
“In succession?” Remus asked, furrowing his brow “ah, I don’t know—”
“Five?” Sirius flicked his wand, and a bottle of tequila and ten shot glasses zoomed over to the table. Five lined up in front of Remus, five in front of Sirius. He poured their row of shots, spilling some of the liquor onto the table. “First one to puke loses…”
“Padfoot,” Remus held his hand up in protest, albeit snickering in amusement. “We’re not 19 anymore, drinking in James’s basement…”
“No, we’re 35 and drinking in mine!” Sirius grinned, raising his first shot to toast Remus “Bottoms up!”
Sirius kicked back all 5 shots, and then shook his head furiously. The liquid scorched his throat and burnt all the way down his esophagus. He whooped as he slammed his palm on the table. The liquid in Remus’s glasses splashed over the edges.
“Damn that’s good! Your turn, Moony!”
Remus eyed the line of shots nervously, and then sighed heavily.
“Against my better judgement…”
He knocked back the five shots as quick as Sirius did, coughing and choking on the last one. Sirius clapped his hands wildly as he laughed.
“You were always a pussy when it came to tequila.”
Remus clutched his chest with one hand as he coughed, and gave Sirius a crude gesture with the other. Tonks rose from the table suddenly, grabbing Allie’s hand and dragging her up the kitchen stairs.
“Allie, you would look so pretty with eyeliner…”
“Uhh…”
“You’re going to love it! Come on!”
Allie shot Sirius a nervous glance before she disappeared up the stairs and out of sight. Remus flopped a pack of cigarettes onto the table.
“Well, I need a smoke, care to join me?”
“Since when have you started smoking again? I thought you quit after we graduated.”
“Eh, I’ve smoked on and off the past 15 years,” Remus waved his hand dismissively “nasty habit really, but it helps with stress.”
It was beginning to rain outside. The men stood on the top step of the front stoop, watching the small raindrops darkening on the concrete walkway. They were just within the confines of the Fidelius charm, here; it was almost empowering to know that the muggles walking up and down the sidewalk a few yards in front of them couldn’t see or hear them. They took long, slow drags of their cigarettes; Sirius didn’t remember just how fowl the taste of cigarettes were. He hadn’t been much older than 17 since the last time he had had one. He and James never smoked as much as Remus had, mostly only smoking when they had been drinking. They had kicked cigarettes to the curb when Lily started throwing a fit about it.
“You lot always smell like an ashtray!” She would say “It’s a filthy habit!”
“I swear these things tasted better 20 years ago.” Sirius laughed, choking on a bit of smoke.
“There’s no way you even remember what these taste like. You were always 8 drinks deep before you smoked anything.”
“Well, I’m more than 8 drinks deep now, and these—“ he held up his cigarette “—taste like shit.”
The men laughed, and there was a natural pause in the conversation. They stood there for a minute, listening to the rain starting to pitter-patter harder before Remus spoke again.
“You seem happy,” Remus said, after a moment. “Allie seems happy.”
“I can’t speak for her, but I’m happy,” Sirius said, shrugging and taking a drag off his cigarette “She’s made this house more bearable to be in.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking off ahead of them rather than at Sirius “I’m sorry I’ve chastised you for so much this past year. I haven’t been the best friend lately.”
“We’ve been through more shit together than most, Remus,” Sirius said “even if you’re pissing me off you are a brother to me.”
Remus smiled slightly, “the wiser, more sensible brother.”
“Oh, of course,” Sirius grinned “Always the sensible one.”
They laughed, and another pause fell between them. The rain began pouring harder, and the breeze picked up. After a moment,
“What brought this on?”
The smile faded from Remus’s face, replaced with a heavy expression. He took a long drag off his cigarette, seeming like he was pondering what to say when the front door burst open.
“Oi! There you two are!” Tonks cried “Check out my masterpiece!”
Allie’s lips were bright red, and eyes heavily rimmed and smoked with black eyeliner. Tonks had cut up one of Sirius’s already hole-y t-shirts, distressing it and showcasing her cleavage.
“Doesn’t she look like one of those chicks that tour around with the Weird Sisters? The ones that go to all their shows?”
“Groupies?” Remus chuckled.
“Yeah, those!”
“She does, kind of,” Sirius murmured, winking at Allie. “Hottest groupie I’ve ever seen.”
She flushed tomato red. She eyed his cigarette; he expected her to chastise him for smoking when instead she plucked the cigarette from his fingers. His eyebrows rose into his hairline as he watched her take a drag, cough, and then grimace.
“That’s bloody disgusting,” she muttered under her breath. “I don’t see the appeal.”
She handed him back the half-smoked cigarette, and disappeared inside the house, Tonks on her heels. Remus and Sirius looked at each other with deadpan expressions, and then burst out laughing.
“Well, wasn’t expecting that.”
Back in the basement kitchen, Allie was now showcasing her childhood ballet skills on top of the table, while Tonks was back in the pantry rummaging for junk food. (“Where’s all the licorice wands?!”). Sirius ran to the table, outstretching his arms to catch her if she fell.
“Allie, you need to be careful—“
Just as he spoke, she stumbled. She cracked her tailbone on the table as Sirius caught her under the arms, preventing her from falling head first onto the concrete floor. She let out a loud, drunken cackle, leaning all her weight back into Sirius. He struggled to pull her off the table and set her down without her getting hurt again, but managed. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him, using him to hold herself up.
“You about broke your neck—“
“But I didn’t,” she slurred, burying her head into the crook of his neck “You were here to catch me.”
Sirius wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her and holding her upright. “And I thought I was the irresponsible one…” he whispered under his breath.
He looked to his left, surprised to see Tonks and Remus were snogging in the middle of the kitchen.
“Is this really happening…?” he muttered to Allie out of the corner of his mouth.
“Uh huh!” She let out a giggle, then leaned in and whispered in his ear “Let’s give them some privacy.”
They stumbled up the few flights of stairs, struggling to contain their laughter as the moved past the temperamental portrait of Mrs. Black. Once in the bedroom, Allie clumsily kicked her jeans off, and then flopped onto the bed.
“The room is spinning,” she grumbled into her pillow. “Make it stop…”
Sirius lay next to her, propping himself on his side with his elbow.
“I think you’re drunker than I am, and I’ve had twice as much as you.”
She turned her head to look at him; her eyes were glassy and unfocused “I’m a lightweight.”
“Oh really? I couldn’t tell…”
If she had blushed, he couldn’t tell. Her face was now in a permanent state of flush from all the alcohol she had consumed. He let her lay here for a few minutes, stroking her back gently as she periodically groaned about the spinning room.
“I feel like we should have some pillow talk, while we’re unfiltered— thanks to alcohol…” Sirius grinned wryly, chuckling as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Tell me your deepest, darkest secret.”
“You’re stupid,” she slurred, but she was smiling. “Well, everyone knows I cheated on my fiancé. What they don’t know, is with whom.”
Sirius played along, grinning even wider “Oh yeah? Who’s that? A devilishly handsome bloke?”
“A mass murderer,” Allie looked at him with a deadpan expression “killed thirteen people—one of which the only thing left of him was a finger.”
“Oh ho!” Sirius cried, laughing heartily “Think you’re funny, do you?”
“I know I’m funny,” she giggled, chewing her bottom lip “Your turn.”
“My deepest darkest secret? Well, that would have to be the thoughts I’ve had of you.”
Allie shifted to look at him better, her expression a mix of lust and curiosity. “Do tell.”
“It’s not polite to speak of such dirty, filthy things in front of a lady…”
“I see…” her eyes flashed at him. “You could show me, then.”
“Oh, certainly— I’d be delighted to show you.”
He pulled his shirt off, then moved behind her and pulled her panties down with a quick yank. She clumsily shook them off one leg, allowing them to pool at her knee of the other. He pulled her butt up in the air and ran his fingers along her slit, slick and ready. A glorious view this was, able to stare down the barrel of her back, admiring her porcelain white rump. He pushed his index finger into her, chuckling as she let out a soft squeak. His free hand smacked her asscheek; she was caught off guard, shooting upward. Sirius caught her around the waist, continuing his rhythm inside her. They both were positioned on their knees, her back pressed against his chest as he gripped her to him. He kissed just below her earlobe, whispering in her ear huskily.
“Did Jack ever spank you, kitten?”
“No, he— he never—”
“Did you like it?”
“I—“ her breath caught in her throat as he transitioned from one finger to two. She let out a soft moan before she was able to speak again “—yes, I— yes.”
His hand roamed from her waist up to her breast, then up into her hair and gripped at the nape. He kissed her neck, pulling her head back to expose her throat to him.
“Oh, the things I can show you… The things I can do to you…” he growled in her ear “I know ways to make you come harder than you ever have before…”
His words seem to push her over the edge. Her body tensed, her back arched, and her body shuddered.
“That’s it, good girl, let go…”
She came with a sharp cry. He held her upright, not allowing her to collapse from her orgasm, but instead allowing her to lean back into him. He released her hair and pulled his fingers out. While she came down from her high, he suckled from her earlobe to her shoulder and slid his hands up to caress her breasts.
“Lay down.” She whispered, after a moment.
He obliged, moving to lie down onto his back. She unbuttoned his jeans slowly, and then yanked both them and his boxers down, his cock springing out. She swung her leg over and sunk down onto him.
“It’s my turn to make you feel good.” She whispered.
Oh, and that she did. She was so wet, so good; Sirius gripped her hips and guided her up and down, relishing in the gorgeous little pleasure sounds she made.
The rain now pounded on the window, the wind howling through the trees outside. She drove her hips down strong, taking control of their pleasure with her angle and speed. The faster she moved, the closer he got to losing himself inside of her.
“I’m so close,” She moaned “Come with me, Sirius, come with me.”
That alone was enough to set him over the edge. He slammed into her with a strangled grunt as he spilled every last drop inside her. Her body shuddered over him, her nails scratching down his chest as she threw her head back and let out another pleasurable cry.
The best part of sex was the after. Simply laying skin to skin, holding each other and caressing each other’s skin was better than anything else he had ever experienced.
When he escaped Azkaban, he swam miles through the cold, thrashing sea to what he thought was freedom. He had spent most of the last nearly 3 years feeling that freedom was a façade— feeling still like the prisoner who spent 12 years in a 9x9 cell.
But being with her was different. Something about her awakened and uplifted him. Something about her embrace comforted him beyond anything he had ever known before. He no longer felt trapped when she was with him. With her, especially right now in her arms, he truly felt free.
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