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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Sterling work last night, Miss Menadue,” Dumbledore said with a smile that was tight and strained. “Your production of the relevant laws and articles was done with impeccable precision; I owe you my gratitude.”

Lyra had to fight to conceal a small yawn behind her hand as she mutely accepted the headmaster’s thanks. She had stayed at the Ministry until long past midnight whilst he had fought to overturn their attempt to expel Harry from Hogwarts; fortunately, her impassive and timely reminders of the relevant laws had been the spur that Fudge had needed to sullenly accede to Dumbledore’s demands. Even when it had finally been safe to return to Grimmauld Place, the Order had been sat up all night frantically making fresh plans to keep Harry safe and ensure that the hearing Fudge had settled for would go in his favour. The sun had already risen for the new day when she and Sirius made it to bed to sleep in each other’s arms.

With so much going on, though, all they had been allowed was a few snatched hours before she had to slip away and go to work again. The atmosphere in the department had been tense and strained, and she had been desperate all day for the relief that coming home to Sirius would bring her.

The smile they had shared the moment she came into the parlour had inflamed her instantly. A spark in his grey eyes spoke of the secrets they shared, and even with all the other members of the Order draped over the chairs that had now been cleaned and tidied, the urge to fly into his embrace was near irresistible.

Lyra clenched her fists and mutely begged him with her wide eyes, and it seemed that Sirius understood exactly what she needed. With a casual glance around the room, he rose to his feet and pushed past her into the hallway before turning back and catching hold of her arm.

“Lyra, give me a hand in the kitchen?” he asked calmly. “You look like you need a drink.”

She needed no further encouragement. Anticipation quickened her breath and she instinctively moved in to lean against him as he guided her through the narrow hallway, ignoring the low buzz of chatter from the myriad of portraits that lined the halls. Neither of them spoke, for they no longer needed words to communicate all they felt. She knew that they were in perfect accord, and when he pulled her into the pantry cupboard she nodded urgently and twisted to face him.

The moment that the door was closed his arms were around her and his hands were roaming possessively beneath her robes. Lyra gasped and arched into him, a thrill of arousal flooding her feverish body that made her forget everything but Sirius and how much she needed him.

Still they exchanged no words, even as he fell to his knees in front of her and lifted the hems of her long robes and dress into her shaking hands. She knew now what he intended and her breath grew shallow, a fire of anticipation pooling in her core as Sirius let loose a low groan before running his hands up the length of her legs and planting a gentle kiss against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.

Lyra shuddered wildly and threw her head back as she pulled her clothing up further and he took hold of her hips. The force of the desire she felt for him terrified her, for she could no sooner fight against it than stop breathing; she was nothing more than a slave to the spell of lust they shared, and she knew from Sirius’s harsh groans and the frantic manner in which he was already covering her exposed abdomen in a line of demanding kisses that he was just as swept away on it as she was.

She was his, and he was hers. It was as simple and as powerful as that.

He briefly broke away to look up at her as in unison they fought for breath. “You’ve been wanting this all day, sweetheart, haven’t you?” he said hoarsely. “Do you want me to make you come for me, Lyra?”

She slumped back against the wall and wound her hands through his loose hair, barely able to force her desperate words of assent past the lump now constricting her throat. “Sirius, please,” she begged, rocking her hips against him as he gently captured the top of her panties between his teeth. “Don’t make me wait, I need this...I need you.”

“Then you have me, Lyra, all of me.”

Her breath hitched but before she could think on his fervent words he tugged her panties away and his tongue darted out across her clit to send such a forceful throb of arousal exploding through her veins that she had to bury her face in her shoulder to hold back an exultant cry.

He chuckled quietly in evident appreciation of the strength of her reaction, and the gentle vibration of the sound against her tore away whatever nerves or reticence she might have felt over sharing this deepest of intimacies. Lyra fisted his hair and eagerly submitted to his hands upon her thighs, pulling them further apart to expose her to him completely as he devoted himself to the task at hand.

When he kissed her clit and began to alternate long and languid sucks with gentle, nibbling bites of his teeth, she thought that her legs would give way beneath her. Already she was teetering torturously on the very precipice of her climax, and she knew the deep flush of her skin and the low, drawn-out moans she was making betrayed that fact to him.

With another quiet burst of laughter, Sirius pulled back to gaze up at her as she cried out in anxious protest. “Sssh, sweetheart,” he urged her, though the dark hunger in his eyes was the polar opposite of his words of caution. “We don’t want anyone to hear us before I get you there, do we?”

“Oh, it’s not going to take long, believe me!” she said brokenly. “Sirius, that was incredible...please, please, more!”

“When have I ever been able to say no to you, Lyra?”

And with those emotion-laden words, he lowered his head once more. The rough stubble along his jaw rubbed against her thighs, a teasing contrast to the wet heat of his tongue against her clit as he covered it in kisses before wrapping his tongue around it to wrench another throaty shriek from her clenched lips.

The unmistakable throb of her climax was building inside her once more and she could not bear to make even the smallest effort to hold it back. His tongue dipped lower to probe teasingly at her slit before thrusting in as his loud groan vibrated against her again and she shamelessly pushed her hips further into his face in a mute plea for more.

As always, Sirius obliged. His hands tightened around her bared hips to pin her back against the wall as his tongue darted in and out of her before moving back up in search of her swollen clit. Lyra rocked against him in reckless abandon, caring nothing for the fact that any member of the Order might walk into the kitchen and overhear them in the cupboard. All that mattered was here and now, and the weight of everything she and Sirius shared.

When he sucked hard on her clit then captured it between his teeth again, the gentle tug was enough to send her hurtling over the edge. Lyra felt as if she had shattered into a million pieces of the purest, most complete physical pleasure; every last inch of her body hummed and sang to the tune he played for it, and the thrall he held her in soared through her veins.

Sirius leapt up and covered her mouth with his hand to stifle the loud cries streaming forth from it, for the sensations exploding inside her were so forceful that she could do nothing to restrain them. Dizzy and wrong-footed, she clung onto him to right herself as her vision swam. The force of her climax had stolen the strength from her legs, but this was far more. Tears pooled in her eyes and she shook violently from head to toe. Black spots danced in front of her, and the butterflies that had descended in her stomach fluttered wildly until she felt as if she must surely explode.

Finally, the sensations pulsed and receded and she rolled her head to the side to rest on his shoulder. A wicked, teasing grin quirked back the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at her with a spark of amused triumph in his dark eyes. “Was it that good, Lyra?”

Lyra shuddered afresh as she reached down to pull her panties back up before leaning against his chest again. The faint cracks of light coming in from the kitchen outside cast his face into sharp relief amongst the shadows, and the sight of it tightened an iron fist around her racing heart that she could not comprehend.

“Hey,” Sirius said gently, cupping her head in the palm of his hand as his face softened. “You’re not yourself today, sweetheart; in fact you’ve been off colour for a few days now. What’s up?”

“I don’t know,” she said helplessly. “I’m just so damned tired, Sirius. Last night didn’t help, I guess, but even before that I didn’t feel right.”

“You’ll feel better after a few nights of good rest to catch up, Lyra.” He cradled her head and kissed her forehead tenderly. “Plenty of sleep in the safety of my arms is just what you need, okay?”

But though she smiled faintly and allowed him to cautiously lead her out of the pantry, she was not as convinced of the truth of that as he seemed to be. Something far more was circling around them, and though Lyra could not yet put her finger on it she sensed grimly that it would not be long until it all came crashing down.
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