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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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Lyra had been awake since before dawn throwing up, but the world outside Grimmauld Place cared nothing for how hard she was already finding this pregnancy. Tomorrow was Harry Potter’s hearing at the Ministry, and the strain was being felt equally both at work and here at the house she now called home.

Grimmauld Place was packed to the rafters; Harry, Hermione Granger and four of the Weasley children had now joined the ranks of the Order members who constantly streamed in and out of the house, making it near impossible to find any chance to be alone with Sirius since they had found out about the baby she carried. Only at nights did they have the privacy they craved, and by the time they reached their bed she was often so exhausted that all she wanted to do was sleep in his arms.

Neither of them had brought up the conflict he had cut short so abruptly on that night before Harry’s arrival one week ago. It had been a strained and tense week, and she felt as if she were constantly treading around dragon eggs, all that had been left unsaid between them a Howler waiting to be unleashed.

With a low sigh, she wrinkled her nose as she stared down at the breakfast he had made for her. By virtue of the early hour, they were alone at the breakfast table – the teenagers were all asleep, and Tonks had just left to relieve Arthur on guard duty at the Ministry. Lyra pushed her cereal aside and yawned loudly as Sirius stared at her intently.

“Straight to bed when you get home tonight, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low.

“I don’t think I will be home tonight, Sirius. I’ve got a bad feeling that I’ll have to pull an all-nighter to get ready for Harry’s trial tomorrow morning. Fudge wants all hands on deck – I don’t know what he’s got planned, but I don’t think this is going to be an ordinary hearing.”

His face darkened. “But you’re pregnant –“

“You think I don’t know that?” Lyra rolled her eyes, for her temper as always felt stretched perilously near to breaking-point. “Doesn’t change the facts, though, and the facts are that both the Order and the Ministry need me to be there tonight. All I’ll be doing is sitting at a desk, Sirius – it’s not like I’m going into a bloody duel!”

Sirius breathed in sharply and gold sparks flew out of the wand he had unconsciously clenched inside his fist. “It’s hardly going to be calm and relaxing though, is it? I can’t help but worry it’s going to be too much for you to cope with.”

“For Circe’s sake, Sirius, witches have been having babies for centuries during much more strenuous things than this!”

“Not my baby!”

Lyra recoiled as he reached out to seize hold of her wrist. “Our baby, Sirius, and I think I’m a big enough girl now that I know what’s safe for it, thank you.” Angry and frustrated, she pushed back from the table and leapt to her feet as he instantly did likewise. When he began to advance on her, she felt to her deep irritation that now achingly familiar throb of desperate and demanding lust for him, for the fury that simmered in his eyes only made her want him all the more.

His top lip curled back triumphantly as he closed the distance between them with two short strides. “I just don’t want you to take any risks, Lyra –“

“Because you’re worried about the baby, or because you can’t do anything but stay here?”

Too late to bite back the reckless words that had flown unbidden from her lips, the colour drained from her face as Sirius’s eyes widened incredulously.

“Because I don’t want to lose you! Shit, Lyra...” He trailed off as a visible shudder ripped through him, and he pinned her shoulders against the wall he had backed her up against. As he dipped his head towards hers, she instinctively jerked away from him as her low cry echoed around the quiet kitchen.

“Not like this, Sirius!”

Red blotches blazed across his face behind the stubble that had built up there over the past few days. “Not like this?” he echoed, his voice ominously clipped as he drew a shallow breath that clearly had no effect upon his own temper. “I’m useless trapped here, Lyra. I have to watch you go out of the door every day not knowing whether you and the baby we made are going to come back unharmed – or even come back at all! It’s killing me, but now you’re telling me you don’t even want me anymore?!”

Lyra doubled over against him as she battled for breath. “I didn’t say that, Sirius! But I’m not going to let you distract me like that again, no matter how much I want this.”

“Distract you from what?”

“From saying what needs to be said, Sirius! I won’t let you kiss me into obedience again, not this time,” she said heatedly.

“Fine! Say what you want, but I won’t let you distract me either, my little witch.”

She could not tear her eyes away from him for even a heartbeat. “From – from what?”

His breath quickened. “From how much I want you too, Lyra.” Sirius ground his back teeth together, and for a moment she was irresistibly reminded of the face of the enraged fugitive he had displayed on posters across the land two years before. Despite that, though, she had never wanted him more, and it was only with the greatest of efforts that she forced out the words she knew she had to say.

“I want you, and I want us – of course I do, you know that! But when we began, Sirius, I told you I wouldn’t change for anyone, not even you. Just because you got me pregnant, I haven’t changed my mind.”

“You’re going to have to change, though, aren’t you?” He lifted one dark brow and held her wide-eyed gaze without blinking. “Lyra, you’re going to be someone’s mother in a few months. Whether you want to or not, you’re going to have to give up some of that independence you keep fighting so hard for.”

“That’s not going to happen, no matter how many clever ways you find to try and talk me into it. I don’t belong to you, Sirius!”

“Yet I’ve made no secret from the start that I wanted you to be mine in every way, sweetheart. I wish...”

Lyra stilled in fearful anticipation. “You wish what?” she whispered.

He briefly closed his eyes. “I wish you’d give everything you are to me, Lyra. If I had my way, I’d keep you in my arms forever and never let you see anyone else –“

Her stomach lurched painfully as the disbelief in her eyes brought a halt to his words. “Then maybe you’re just as bad as Malfoy.”

Sirius whitened as if she had struck him. “I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me, damn you!”

Instead of answering verbally, he pushed her up against the wall. His left hand fisted roughly through her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat for the feverish, lustful kiss he delivered to it that had her crying out again, this time in unbound and glorious arousal that erupted against her will.

“As bad as Malfoy, am I?” he hissed as Lyra stretched her arms out over her head with a low, mewling cry of pleasure. “I’m many things, but don’t you dare toss that kind of accusation at me; not you! I’m nothing like him. He wouldn’t risk his neck for anyone else, he does nothing unless it benefits himself, he’s a misogynistic pig – and he isn’t taking you to his bed this morning! Back upstairs, Lyra. Now!”

“No –“

A loud crack abruptly cut short her heated defiance. Dazed by the sudden change in scenery, her eyes darted side to side and saw the familiar but unexpected sight of their bed before her. To Lyra’s disbelief, he had Apparated the both of them without bothering to seek her permission; an unspoken wizarding taboo that he had violated without hesitation. Her temper further inflamed, she swung towards him with her rage etched into her face.

“Damn you, Sirius! You could have Splinched the both of us, Apparating with as little self-control as you have now! What do you think would have happened to your precious baby then?”

Sirius’s hand tightened further around her wrist despite her efforts to pull away from him. “How dare you?! I would never – never – place either of you in harm’s way! Lyra, there was no danger because I knew exactly where I wanted you, and I was focusing on only that one thing.”

“What was that?”

“Getting you back into my bed!”

As their eyes locked, she could do nothing but allow him to channel their fury into a consuming passion that could not be defied. Helpless in the face of her desperate lust for him, Lyra flew into his waiting arms and stretched up in search of the kiss that he instantly delivered. His tongue thrust possessively into her mouth without missing a beat, and she clung to him until he broke the kiss to stare down at her as he fought for breath.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this, sweetheart,” he said, hoarse triumph drenching every syllable he spoke. “Let’s make things better; no more arguing, just back to what we do best.”

She took a step back in a vain attempt to clear her head of the intoxication his touch always stirred. “What?”

Sirius’s dark smile in response sent a delicious shiver pulsing through her body despite her continued rage. “Sex. Are you going to get your robes off for me, or am I going to have to make you?”

Lyra’s eyes widened in disbelief as he pointedly raised his wand, but she could not deny even to herself that his lascivious words had sent her lust for him spiralling yet higher. “Imperius curse?”

“If I have to,” he said coolly. “Do I have to?”

She did not doubt for even a moment that he would do it; after all, he had done before. Furious and aroused in equal measures, she allowed him to take her hands in his and lift them to the fastenings of her robes, for the fire in his darkening eyes sparked an answering one in hers. Defiance wasn’t an option, not against him; not when every fibre of her body urged her to expose it to the glories of his touch. Resigned to the inevitable, Lyra unfastened her robes and the light dress beneath, and Sirius cursed loudly as he balled his fists in the small of his back.

“Merlin’s beard, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful!”

The dazed awe on his face when she then tempestuously tossed her underwear aside went some way to quenching her temper, but she was determined not to make this easy for him. As he reached out for her, she took a step away from him and shook her head.

“If you want me, then come and take me.”

“Oh, you don’t need to ask twice!”

He seized hold of her wrist and dragged her bodily towards the bed, wholly impervious to the way she pulled back against him. As he took hold of her shoulders and pushed her down onto the unmade sheets, she saw his cock harden through his trousers and his face reddened furiously before he wrenched her thighs apart and knelt between them.

Sirius groaned loudly as he thrust two fingers inside her without warning. “Are you ready for my cock already, Lyra?”

She arched and bore down against him with a piercing cry. “You know I am, Sirius, and you want to give it to me – so don’t make us wait!”

His thin lips only curved back into a teasing smile, and though he freed his cock he showed no signs of burying it inside her as she so yearned for him to do. Instead, he took hold of her waist to hold her down and then covered her aching breasts in a hundred impassioned kisses that blazed fire in their wake.

Lyra yelped frantically as his tongue wrapped around each nipple in turn, for they had become painfully sensitised of late – a fact that Sirius was clearly not averse to taking advantage of. He relentlessly devoted his attention to pleasuring them until she found herself rocking senselessly against him in a wordless plea for him to send her hurtling towards the release she craved.

He raised his head to stare down at her with triumph burning alongside the simmering fury in the depths of his eyes. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”

“You know what I want, damn you!”

He did not even flinch away from the rage still in her own eyes. “I’m not altogether sure that I do now, Lyra. If you want something, then you’re going to have to spell it out to me.”

“Fine!” As her chest heaved, Lyra reared up from the bed and wrapped her fist around his cock to draw a startled groan of delight from the back of his throat. “You, Sirius. You and your cock, you devious and frustrating wizard; I want nothing more than you!”

“Then get on top of me, my glorious little witch!” he demanded hoarsely. “You already have all that I am, so take what you want from me.”

“No!” She shook her head in desperation, for his possessive claim on her had thrilled her so deeply against her will that she wanted him to follow through upon that and lay claim to her body in the most dominant of ways. “You on top, Sirius, please!”

Sirius’s face contorted. “I can’t, sweetheart, not the way I’m feeling. If I go on top of you now, I’m going to hurt you – and I don’t want to hurt you, not with the baby,” he said urgently.

“I trust you –“

“But I don’t trust myself, Lyra! Please, don’t make me do this!”

His broken plea wrenched at something deep inside her, and with a drawn-out moan she allowed him to guide her up onto her knees as he sank down onto the sheets he instantly fisted. In need of no further encouragement, she moved across to straddle his waist before taking the rock hard shaft of his cock in her hands again and readying herself against it. Her protests had been empty ones, for she needed this just as much as she did; and even as tears rolled down her face, Lyra eased down onto Sirius’s cock and allowed the full length of it to fill her as he shuddered wildly.

“Your pace, sweetheart,” he said, his strain at holding himself back showing in his voice and his burning face. “Just ride me, Lyra, as fast or as slow as you want me to go; trust me, just having you on top of me like this is going to make me come for you!”

There would be no going slow today. Even were it not for the fact that time was not on their side, she could bear to hold nothing back when her emotions were pounding through her with as much ferocity as they were now. As he slowly rocked his hips against her to urge her into setting a rhythm, she threw her head back and pushed down with her thighs, taking hold of her breasts and toying with her own nipples as his eyes widened and his loud groan filled the room.

When her cries rose in crescendo with his, he seemed to realise what it was she needed. He offered her his hands to steady herself and their fingers entwined, her breasts now bouncing freely as they moved together in perfect time, their bodies so attuned after their time together that it was as if they were one. Her entire body was a spasm of glorious, painful anticipation of the climax that would sweep away the last vestiges of the fury that still burned deep inside, and when Sirius shifted the angle of his strokes, she lurched and trembled violently, mere heartbeats away from all that she craved – and when he then arched and slammed into her one last time before crying her name out at the top of his hoarse voice, her release ripped through her with breathtaking ferocity.

Lyra slumped and rolled onto her side as his arms closed around her, gratefully accepting the impassioned embrace he offered as their bodies moved together in adulation of the other, the joint throes of their climaxes binding them together and soothing away the ills of the heated words that were no more now than a memory.

When they finally relaxed, Sirius wrapped his body around hers and kissed the soft curve of her throat. “Stay with me?”

She pulled away from him with a low moan, even as her body twisted instinctively in a silent plea to retreat into his arms once more. “I have to go, Sirius. I’m already late, and Harry’s depending on me being there and making sure things are done properly. You’ve got to let me go.”

He muttered something under his breath that she could not hear, but his fingers slowly unclenched from around her wrist. As she slipped down from the bed, though, he drew a deep breath and launched himself up before reaching out for her again.

“Wait, Lyra.”

“Sirius –“

“Just let me say this one last thing before you go.”

There was something in Sirius’s eyes that had Lyra obediently come to a halt where she stood, despite her keen knowledge that time was flying past far faster than it should be allowed to when every minute took her further away from his arms. “Go on, then,” she said quietly, and he nodded resolutely as he met her eyes.

“Lyra, I think we should get married.”

Convinced she must surely have misheard him, she laughed incredulously and shook her head. “Merlin’s beard, Sirius, for a moment then I thought you’d lost your wits!”

When he paled, though, she realised that he really had said what she thought he had. Stunned into silence, her mouth fell open as he tensed and wound his fingers through hers.

“You think it’s a crazy idea, Lyra? I’ve never been so serious about anything in my life.”

Her tongue darted out across her dry lips as she searched his face for any hint as to the feelings he never spoke about, his reticence meaning that his proposal had been the very last thing she had expected to hear. “Why are you asking me this already, Sirius, when we’ve known each other only a matter of months?” she said slowly as her voice came back to her. “Is it because I’m pregnant?”

Sirius lifted one brow. “Well, yes.”

Lyra shuddered as she pulled away from him. His proposal was logical; nothing more than that. It was that awareness and not the proposal itself that had her burying her face in her hands to hide from him the tears that threatened to fall. She was not crying because she didn’t want to marry him, but because she now realised that she wanted it for an entirely different reason to why Sirius had suggested it so coolly and rationally, for the sake of their unborn child alone.

She redressed without speaking, and she knew without needing to turn around that his grey eyes were fixed upon her the entire time. As she pulled her robes back over her head, she knew that the moment could not be delayed any longer. Bitterly afraid of what was surely to come, she slowly turned on the spot to meet his eyes.

“Sirius, I-“ she began haltingly, but he jerked his head from side to side to silence her.

“Don’t, not yet. Think about it, okay? Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Lyra swallowed hard as she bit back the answer she had not wanted to give. “When I’m ready. So I’ll be off, then.”

She held her breath waiting for the words that didn’t come.

“Right. Look after yourself and the baby,” was all he said.
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