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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I don’t like Mondays, Lyra.”

Lyra rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up to look at Sirius as he pushed the bedroom door shut behind him and leaned against it. A shiver of such forceful desire shot down her spine when he ran his hands through his hair that it took her breath away. Despite the fact that they had been together for a full month now, she still could not get enough of him.

August had now arrived. Albus Dumbledore had been removed from the Wizengamot, but since then everything had been unnervingly calm and quiet. To her amazement and relief, she had not seen Lucius since their encounter in the vault, not even during the nights she did guard duty in the Department of Mysteries. Snape had told them all that Voldemort had sent him abroad, and it seemed that whatever task he had been assigned was enough to keep him away from the Ministry – and away from her.

His absence and the lack of drama had been a welcome relief for both her and Sirius, for without Lucius’s presence and threats hanging over them they had spent the last fortnight stealing every moment they could to be together with no fear about what he would attempt next.

Tonight she had pleaded exhaustion and slipped away to bed just after nine o’clock; it had been no empty excuse, for over dinner she had found herself barely even able to keep her eyes open. When Sirius had followed her, though, all thoughts of anything but him had slipped away entirely.

Lyra smiled up at him as he knelt in front of her and leaned in close to unfasten her hair from the messy bun she had secured it in whilst at the office. The heat of the midsummer day had been near unbearable. “You don’t like Mondays, Sirius? Why not?”

“Because it means the end of the weekend, and that means I have to wave you off to the Ministry without letting on to anyone else how much I hate doing so. Stand up next to me and take out your wand, Lyra,” he said abruptly.

Obeying his commands in their bedroom was by now second nature. Her head rolled to the side in hazy and thrilled anticipation as she did as he told her to before waiting for his next words.

He rose up from his knees and leaned in to graze his lips against hers, the dark stubble along his jaw brushing against her already flushed cheeks as he did so. With a swift and calm smile that was so at odds to the fire burning in his grey eyes, he gently closed her eyes with the tips of her fingers. “Keep those closed, sweetheart,” he said softly. “No matter what I do, I want you to not open your eyes until I bury my cock inside you.”

Lyra clenched her lips together to stifle a loud moan, for the salacious words and the image he had so deliberately placed inside her mind were alone enough to send her arousal spiralling rapidly out of control. Sirius laughed quietly in evident enjoyment of her discomposure before he stepped back.

She heard the sounds of his feet against the bare floorboards as he paced restlessly around her, pausing now and again to steadily strip another item of clothing away. When his fingers slipped beneath the straps of her bra to free her breasts, he moved in close to whisper intimately into her ear. “Lock the door, sweetheart.”

She thrust her wand out without daring to open her eyes and the soft click of the key in the door announced that her wordless spell had had the intended effect.

He exhaled deeply. “Good girl. Now make it Imperturbable.”

Again, Lyra did as he commanded.

“Very good. And now, Lyra, you can scream as loud as you need to when I bend you over the bed and take you from behind.” Sirius wrenched away the last of her clothing with a hissed, awestruck curse before deftly binding her hands in the small of her back.

As the silk skeins wrapped and knotted around her wrists, she arched into him and pushed her hips back into his in a shameless demand that only had him laughing more loudly as he lifted her hair up to press his lips against the nape of her neck before guiding her to the bed and kissing his way along the length of her spine. As he pressed her face down into the sheets, sharp and rapid thrills exploded out along the path his mouth was tracing and her wand fell from her hand as a knot of tension twisted over deep in her core to inflame her body and wrench another pleading cry from her mouth.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he urged her as he straightened back up and knelt down again behind her, the pressure of his hand against the rounded curve of her ass keeping her in place against the bed. “Tell me and you shall have it, Lyra!”

But when his tongue then darted out to dance across the velvet skin on the inside of her thighs, her wits abandoned her entirely. With an incoherent gasp that was loaded with desperation she jerked wildly and clenched her fists tightly where they were bound, for each caress of his tongue as it moved ever higher stirred a lust for him that would not be denied. New restraints were tightening around her ankles to bind them to the bedposts as he kissed her, but she barely even noticed through the consuming force of her arousal.

Quelling her cry of protest when he pulled away by delivering another kiss to her throat, Sirius stood back up and pulled her legs apart to ready his freed cock against her as she tugged on the unbreakable bonds. Still, though, he did not enter her. Instead, he lowered his head until it was next to hers on top of the sheets, the full length of his still clothed body wrapped around the bare curves of her in a perfect expression of the intimacy they shared. “You still have not told me what you want, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently.

“Y-you.” Her voice broke as a loud sob rose out of nowhere, but she choked it back as his hands slipped down to take hold of her waist. “I want you, Sirius – always you!”

She heard the sound of his breath catching in his throat, but he did not miss a beat as he moved his hips forward to bury his cock inside her in one deep, slick thrust to join them together once more, just as he had promised.

Her eyes flew open and she twisted her head around to meet his kiss, revelling in the way that he was already pounding his cock into her bound body in a frenzy of desperation that mirrored all she felt. Though she could not touch him, she delivered all of the soul-deep passion she felt for him into the kiss they shared as each stroke of his cock brought her effortlessly nearer to her climax.

Knowing as she did that no sound could leave the room, Lyra made no effort to restrain the volume of the moans now streaming constantly from her lips in time with his. She lived for these stolen moments alone with Sirius. Here and now was theirs, and she revelled in all that she felt.

“Sweetheart?” he said hoarsely, breaking the kiss as his hands slipped beneath her body to grope at her breasts. She nodded urgently as the touch of his fingers against her taut nipples sent her soaring towards the precipice of her pleasure. With a strained groan, he slowed his thrusts to whisper into her ear. “Lyra, I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone the way I want you. This – you – it’s all I ever want. If only we could stay here like this forever I’d be the happiest man in the world.”

Her heart thudded wildly out of time as the words that seemed to be laden with such emotion echoed inside her head – but before she could even try to form a response, Sirius drew back and slammed into her again with such force that her orgasm exploded through every last inch of her inflamed body.

Lyra cried out and jerked uncontrollably beneath him as he thrust one more time before collapsing onto her and clearly giving himself over to the same pleasure that always came to them so easily when they were together. The bonds around her feet were tight and straining against the bedpost and a red circlet was etched into her wrists as she fought to turn around and touch Sirius, but before he could compose himself enough to reach for his wand and free her a silver phoenix streaked through the air before coming to a halt in front of them on the bed.

When its beak opened, it spoke with Dumbledore’s voice. “Lyra – you must meet me in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement now. There is no time to explain fully, but I need a member of the Order there to ensure that the laws are adhered to and Fudge does not use mistruths to his advantage. Go, now!”

In the space of a heartbeat Sirius had vanished the silk ties still binding her to the bed and before she had even caught her breath he was tossing her discarded clothes back towards her. She redressed and hurtled down the staircase with Sirius hot at her heels, for the sounds of commotion from the kitchen below carried to them both now that they had left the bedroom. Though he had not even bothered to undress before claiming her, the continued flush of his skin as well as her shallow breathing must surely betray what they had been doing together upstairs, but there was no time now to worry about that.

He pushed ahead of her to throw open the door and burst inside. “What’s going on?” he demanded loudly.

Arthur Weasley sighed heavily. “It’s Harry, Sirius. Dementors in Little Whinging –“

“Dementors?” Sirius swore loudly and spun around to break for the door again, but Remus seized hold of him to bodily restrain him.

“Sirius, you know you can’t go! He’s okay, he used the Patronus Charm, but the Ministry are baying for his blood now and you’d only make it worse for him – trust Dumbledore to sort it out.”

Lyra stumbled as she pulled on her boots and reached out for him, for the thought of leaving him when he was so clearly agitated tore at her heart. The need to touch him was irresistible and she laid her left hand on his arm as she pulled out her wand with her right. “He’ll be okay, Sirius.”

Sirius’s face contorted and he briefly grasped her hand tightly in his before placing his hand in the small of her back to usher her to the door. “Go, Lyra – he needs you. Do what you can for him, for my sake. Please?”

His touch recalled to her the way he had bound her hands there less than an hour before, but she could not allow the glorious memory or the tide of emotion that accompanied it to distract her. With a low sigh, she fought back her exhaustion as it threatened to rise up once more and furtively touched his face before hastening down the hallway and back out of Grimmauld Place.
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