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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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With a casual flick of his wand, Sirius sent her cards soaring down the table towards her. Lyra caught them and slowly nodded as the game began. Her pulse was racing, sending sharp, rapid thrills through her body with every shallow breath she drew. They both know what the culmination of the game would be, and now it was only a matter of time.

As they watched the turn of the deck, though, he spoke up. “You know, before tonight I was convinced that you didn’t even like me.” Though his words and tone were light, Lyra picked up upon the tension that lay beneath them.

“Didn’t like you?” she echoed uneasily, not even looking at the cards being revealed. “What made you think so, Sirius?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the way you’ve constantly avoided being alone with me – hell, Lyra, you won’t even sit near me during meetings! That first night we met, I thought...”

Lyra licked her lips nervously as he ran his hands through his hair in evident agitation. “You thought what?”

He hesitated and then something seemed to give way within him. “I thought that there might be something between us that I’d not dared hope of feeling during the long years I spent in Azkaban, Lyra! But then you made such an effort to steer clear of me that I convinced myself I must have been wrong. So why are you here?”

“Here with you now?”

“Yes.” Sirius sighed heavily, a rueful smile playing upon the corner of his lips. “You know, I never could keep my mouth shut. I’ll probably regret asking this instead of simply taking all I think you’re offering, but I spent too long being falsely accused to be dealing with lies and deceit now. Tell me honestly, Lyra; am I simply the least bad of the two alternatives open to you tonight?”

Her heart was now pounding so hard that she thought it must surely burst out of her chest. Looking down only to realise she had lost the hand, Lyra kicked off her boots as the new cards came soaring towards her. “Sirius, listen to me now,” she said urgently, tossing the cards aside to look him in the eye with no distraction. “No-one can make me do anything I don’t want to do. If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be.”

“So if you do want this, why have you tried so hard to resist it this past week?”

She sorted through the cards and flicked her wand towards the ones in the middle of the table to flip them over. “Because I thought it was crazy to even be thinking about something like this in the middle of all that’s going on – but now I can’t help but think that maybe’s it’s just all the more reason for us to not hold back. I can’t resist it any longer, Sirius. There’s no point in even trying.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.” He showed his hand to reveal a flush, and Lyra chanced a small smile as she tossed her cards down and shrugged her robes away.

“Nice hand, Sirius,” she said softly.

He was already dealing again, the cards flying rapidly from his hand even as he watched every move she made. “I told you I’d be playing to win – but surely you want to win a hand or two as well?”

Lyra quickly assessed the clothing that covered him and then glanced up again as she took another sip of Firewhiskey for the courage she knew she would need. “Five or six, actually.”

To her deep relief, he finally relaxed into his chair. “Then you’d better show me what you’ve got, Lyra.”

“Oh, I fully intend to.”

And with those electrifying words, all conversation ceased as they devoted themselves to the game. She won the next three hands, delighting in watching Sirius remove first his shoes and socks, and then his loose shirt to leave his lithely muscular chest exposed. All thoughts of everything that was not him had receded entirely, leaving her with nothing but the certain knowledge that tonight would be spent in his arms. Overcome by the force of her lust for him, she had to be laughingly reminded by him to look at her cards for the next hand – and it was his turn to be the victor.

Down to just her dress and underwear, Lyra decided that it was time to win back the upper hand. She deliberately placed one foot on the table and let the skirt of her dress slip back to expose the full length of her thighs as she rolled the first of her stockings down. Sirius’s soft groan of appreciation echoed around the room when she flexed her foot and pulled the stocking away before letting it fall to the floor. Leaving her now bare foot in place on the table, she twisted to the side and met his intent stare with a teasing smile. “Next hand, Sirius?”

He was breathing heavily, and when their eyes met again across the table Lyra found herself breathless from a raging, ferocious desire that inflamed every last inch of her body. There was a hunger upon his face that seemed to simultaneously promise and threaten so much, and all she wanted to do was submit to it. Sirius dealt the cards again, his eyes fixed on her all the while.

“Lyra?” he said softly, his calm voice belying the strength of the lust she saw in his eyes. “I think I’ll have the other one off you with this hand – and then that dress will be next.”

Her head rolled to the side as a twist of heady, intoxicating lust shot through her afresh. “Well, you are playing a good game so far, Sirius.”

“When the incentive to win is so very great, I tend to find my skills sharpened.” Sirius looked down at his cards and a ghost of a smile began to play around his lips. “It seems that lady luck is on my side as well, Lyra – a pair of aces to go with the one on the table. What have you got?”

Lyra leaned back in her chair and lifted her other leg onto the table as she dropped her feeble three and seven, caring not the least that she had lost the hand – for in losing, she was winning all that she wanted. Allowing her fingers to dance upon the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, all the while imagining that it was Sirius touching her so intimately, she unhooked and removed the second stocking before looking up again at the man she wanted more than any other before him.

His face was furiously reddened, and his nails were digging into the palms of his hands. She sensed that he was only barely holding himself back. The urgency to finish the game overcame her and she hastily waved her wand at the deck of cards to deal a fresh hand as Sirius’s eyes raked across her with a desperate hunger.

Triumph burned upon his face when the last card flipped over to reveal the queen of hearts. “And that gives me a royal flush, Lyra,” he said hoarsely. “Dress off – now.”

She could not possibly resist. Though barely able even to breathe under the weight of all she felt, Lyra stood up and reached for the hem of her long dress before drawing it steadily upwards. The low hiss of Sirius sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth was a deep thrill, urging her on as she lifted the dress past her waist and then, in one swift move, over her head and away from her body. Glorying in the desire that he made no effort to conceal as he stared at her without even blinking, she sank back down into her seat and lifted her wand again, but he shook his head urgently.

“Leave the damned cards.”

“Leave –“

“Leave them!” Sirius barked, the flush of his skin spreading down to colour his bare chest. Lyra wordlessly gazed at him in undisguised lust and awe until his fist slammed down onto the long table. “Lyra, the game was finished before it even began. Come here so that I can claim my prize – if I have to wait much longer to touch you I’m going to go crazy!”

She needed no further invitation. With a low moan, she leapt out of her chair and flew into his waiting arms, allowing him to pull her down into his lap and possessively wrap his arms around her. Lyra pressed herself up against his chest as he rested one hand on her waist and then lowered his head towards hers. She parted her lips in anticipation of the kiss she craved, but as her eyes closed his mouth only grazed against hers before, with a shuddering groan, he lifted his head again and captured her face in his free hand.

Her eyes shot open as another moan flew from her lips, this time one of undisguised frustration. “Sirius, please!”

Sirius arched one eyebrow and slowly shook his head, his fingers now following every contour of her flushed face before dancing across to play around and gently stroke her parted lips. “Now, Lyra, I believe I told you before we started to play that it would be by my rules. That hasn’t changed now we’ve moved onto this far more enjoyable game, sweetheart. Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as I tell you?”

Wide-eyed and unhanded by a sharp thrill that shot through her body, she nodded mutely.

“Good,” he said gently as he caressed her face with the back of his hand and then allowed it to move steadily downwards, its destination made obvious by the way that his eyes had hungrily fixed upon her breasts. Lyra cried out and nodded eagerly, thrilling in the heat that spread through her in the wake of his touch.

She tensed in anticipation when his eyes darkened further, but his hand stilled against the top of her breasts to trace a delicate, teasing path across them that sent her desperation spiralling. Sirius laughed quietly when she arched in an unspoken plea for more before he finally pushed his fingers beneath the lace of her bra.

His laughter died away to be replaced by a hissed, awestruck curse when he captured her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Overcome, Lyra buried her face in his shoulder and breathed in deeply, revelling in the twist of fire that streaked down her body when he gently rolled her stiffened nipple before roughly tweaking it to wrench another loud moan from her mouth.

Sirius breathed in sharply as his cock twitched impatiently against her thighs, even through the trousers he still wore. “Did you like that, Lyra?” he said quietly.

When she looked up into his eyes, her fever spiked. Breathless, she could do nothing but nod frantically and push her breast further into his hand as his impossibly gentle fingers played with her nipple. “M-more!” she managed to gasp as he held her gaze, seeming to hungrily drink in the forceful desire she knew was written so clearly upon her face. “Sirius, more!”

A rush of dizzying elation soared through her body when he smiled and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Lyra blushed hotly when he impatiently tugged it away and tossed it aside, but she made no attempt to cover herself up when he leaned back in the chair and turned her to straddle his waist.

“You are so damned beautiful, Lyra,” he whispered, cupping her breasts in both his hands and brushing his thumbs across her nipples to send another twist of fire coursing through her. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back once I get you into my bed, sweetheart.”

“I like the sound of that, Sirius.” Unable to resist the urge to touch him any longer, she placed her trembling hands either side of his narrow waist and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers. He tensed and thrust his hips forward before throwing his head back with a drawn-out groan when she sighed with pleasure, the feel of his bare skin under his fingers a temptation that was impossible to resist.

“How I’m going to enjoy you, Lyra!” He unfastened his trousers, took her hands in his and entwined their fingers, staring deeply into her eyes before releasing his grip on her and shifting in the chair as she cried out in protest, desperate to touch him again.

His hands moved behind her again to slowly run down the curve of her spine and settle in the small of her back, pulling her hips into his so that she could feel the evidence of his straining erection pushing up against her as she leaned backwards. “I think that you’re ready for me already, aren’t you?” Sirius lowered his head to trail a line of torturously gentle kisses along her collarbone and the top of her breasts before straightening back up, breathing heavily and clearly struggling to restrain himself. “Lyra, I bet I could bend you over the table and bury my cock inside you right this moment.”

She gasped as the mental image he placed in her mind only increased her already painfully heightened arousal yet further. “Sirius –“

He lifted an eyebrow as, without warning, one of his hands slipped beneath her panties. Lyra froze, her eyes wide and her heart beating wildly out of time as his fingers moved steadily towards their target. “Shall I find out for myself, sweetheart?” he whispered, his hot breath against her flushed skin sending a fresh pulse of agonising desire streaking down to her core.

Lyra knew precisely what he meant, and she closed her eyes to revel in the glorious, all-consuming ecstasy that exploded inside her when he insistently stroked her clitoris before sliding two fingers inside her, meeting next to no resistance – for he was right. She was more than ready for him to take her, and now he had the proof of it.

But with what seemed to be the greatest of efforts, Sirius pulled himself back. “You’re sure that you want this?” he asked slowly. “Lyra, I’m not going to make you do this. If you want to stop, this is your last chance to say so –“

“I don’t want to stop!” Lyra wrapped her legs around his waist and reached up one hand to fist through his hair, her body arched and tense as his fingers began to slowly move in and out of her. “Sirius, I want you. I have done ever since we first met. Please, Sirius, don’t make me wait even a moment longer!”

“How can I possibly refuse such a request?” His eyes seemed to briefly soften before he hooked his arms underneath her to hold her in place against his chest, smiling when she choked back a howl of protest at the loss of his intimate touch. He rose to his feet with her still in his arms and then, with a broad smile that took her breath away afresh, Apparated them away from the table.
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