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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This fic is for entertainment purposes only!

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
- 6
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- 8
The sound of heavy footsteps and the soft chinking of restraint chains echoed down the dark corridor. They were in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic, ten floors below street level. The air was heavy down this far, wet and thick from excess moisture. The smell of humidity was different here than at the prison. Azkaban smelled like damp stone, like sheetrock in a cave. The Ministry's basement courtrooms corridor smelled much more like a musty old rug or a towel that had been used one too many times and wasn't appropriately hung to dry thoroughly between uses.
Sirius wasn't sure if it was the mildew stench or his increasing anxiety that made it hard to breathe. Each breath he took was difficult, strenuous, and unsatisfying. Was there less oxygen down this far? He recalled reading about coal mines during Muggle Studies, and the lack of oxygen this far underground— surely he was at least a coal mine's depth below London now.
The air behind him was colder than the air in front, thanks to the pair of dementors floating a few paces behind him. His wrists and ankles were shackled with chains connecting to a leather belt fastened around his waist. These restraints prevented him from taking large strides or reaching farther than a few inches away from him. The chains rattled with every footstep, jangling sinisterly as a reminder that he was not in control. The sound shook Sirius to his core— it was the sound of imprisonment, which he feared would become his reality for the rest of his life.
He was painfully aware of the heavy thud of his escort's footsteps, as well as the bruising grip on his upper arm. The man yanked him down the hallway with unnecessary force, dragging him along at a pace that Sirius's restraints made challenging to keep. If the chill looming on their backs affected the escort, he made no expression to show it; his features appeared to be etched into stone, unchanging since the moment he dragged Sirius from his cell that morning.
Slade stood alone at the end of the corridor. He scowled at the escort, tapping his watch with his index finger.
"Would it have killed you to have my client here a few minutes sooner? He's due inside any minute!"
"You know how this goes, Slade," The escort growled, "The portkey is on a timer, and we grab ahold when it lights up."
Slade scoffed and muttered something unintelligible under his breath before turning his attention to Sirius.
"You'd think the prison's matron would've done a better job on those bruises— No, no, no!— get those ruddy creatures out of here! Send them around the corner!"
Judging by the chill creeping up on the back of Sirius's neck, he figured Slade was talking about the pair of dementors that had followed him from Azkaban. The escort raised his wand. A cloud of undiscernible silver mist burst from his wand tip, sending the dementors fleeing back and around the corner.
"That's better. Now-" Slade handed him a stack of clothes "You need to change— you look like a bloody criminal in that striped getup."
Sirius looked at the stack of clothes with a confused expression before he was roughly dragged off and shoved into the nearby loo. The escort vanished Sirius's restraints before he had the chance to regain his balance.
"Get changed," he ordered, "hurry up!"
"Uh— can I get a little privacy?" Sirius grumbled contemptuously.
The man didn't turn his back, but at least averted his eyes off to the left. Sirius sighed, reckoning that was the best he was going to get, and then started to strip. He tugged on a pair of black trousers at a lazy pace; he wasn't looking to speed this process up. His robes were made out of crushed purple velvet that weighed heavily on his shoulders. The fabric had a familiar scent that he recognized as Allie's rose-vanilla perfume.
With another flick of his wand, shackles reappeared on his ankles and wrists, linking once more with a thick leather belt now tightly wrapped around his middle.
"Are these things really necessary?" Sirius quipped with disdain.
"Enough whining," the escort snapped, "let's go!"
He was getting very tired of being thrown around like a rag doll. The escort dragged him by the collar back out into the hallway where Slade stood waiting for them.
"Ah, that's better," he said "a hairbrush and a shave would've gone a long way, but we'll make do with this— now, the court is going to read your charges, and ask you your plea— there is no way around pleading guilty, so before you plea, I will interject and ask to make a statement. That's where I will ask the court to take into consideration the circumstances of your crime. Hopefully, we will get this trial dismissed."
"And if we can't?" Sirius asked flatly
"Let's just take it one step at a time—"
"Copernicus—"
They turned their attention to an older wizard poking his head outside the courtroom doors. His robes were a magnificent shade of eggplant, decorated with a golden 'W' on the left breast pocket. His hat was tall and pointed, giving the man a look of distinction.
"—We are ready to proceed."
The courtroom was vast, at least the size of a gymnasium with ceilings three stories tall. Mahogany benches encircled the room, rising upwards like in an amphitheater. The escort shoved Sirius towards a black leather armchair positioned in the dead center of the room. He sat down slowly, flinching in surprise as chains flew around from the back of the chair and attached to his leather belt. The entire restraint system now glowed a bright yellow-gold, shining with an anti-escape enchantment.
He looked around; a mob of people with the same eggplant robes sat on the mahogany benches in front of him, positioned uniformly in three rows of ten. To his left sat a group of civilians, to serve as witnesses during the hearing. He spotted Allie immediately; her fire-red curls were hard to miss. Her face was pallid, her expression terrified as she locked eyes with him. Next to her sat Harry, then Remus, then Arthur. He tried to give them a reassuring smile, but this was tough— he wasn't feeling very reassured himself.
There was a dull hum of idle chatter through the room; pieces of conversations were easily overheard due to the amount of echo.
"Merlin, the bagels they brought in today from Barnum's were fantastic!..."
"What do you want for lunch today? That little muggle pub 'round the corner?..."
"My stomach's rumblin'— when is this thing supposed to start?"
He felt a mixture of irritation and jealousy at the trivial conversations; here he was waiting for a group of old grumpy Ministry wizards to decide his fate, while most everyone in the courtroom was concerned with lunch plans. A gavel slammed down onto a wooden knocker, quieting the courtroom. Sirius's attention snapped to the rows of witches and wizards in eggplant robes. Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister for Magic, sat dead center of the front row, seat higher than the rest of the Wizengamot, and donning a black pointed hat in place of a matching purple.
"The Wizengamot is in session today to determine the appropriate cause of action for defendant Sirius Orion Black, for the charges of escaping Azkaban and evading Ministry custody. Defendant, how do you plead?"
"Minister— I'd like to speak before my client pleads if the High Court would allow me to do so," Slade interjected, standing up.
"You may, Mr. Slade," Scrimgeour nodded, "proceed."
"I would like to remind the court as to the fact that my client was incarcerated for 12 years for murders he did not commit. Had it not been for his actions over the past three years, this man would still be behind bars due to the lack of knowledge on what happened the night those murders were committed. Sirius Black is not a criminal, just a desperate man who would do anything to clear his name. I'd also like to point out this courts misstep by not allowing him a trial for his previous accusations."
"The court is aware of Mr. Black's history," Scrimgeour said, "Such information is noted here in the case—"
"Mhm! Mhm!"
Sirius recognized the woman clearing her throat instantly. He felt his blood temperature rise as he shot a look of daggers at Dolores Umbridge.
"Rufus, if I may?" Umbridge asked politely.
If Scrimgeour was irritated by Umbridge's interruption, he didn't show it. He set Sirius's case file down gently on his podium and nodded toward her.
"You may, Dolores."
"Mr. Slade, are you requesting that the law may be... bent, so to speak?" Umbridge asked, saccharine sweetly.
Sirius fought the urge to roll his eyes. His ears burned hot as he stared at the old broad, wishing he could break out of his restraints to smack the shit-eating grin right off her toad-like face.
"Bent? No," Slade shook his head, squaring up to Umbridge. "I speak of special consideration for sentencing, Ms. Umbridge— had the Ministry not bent their law on fair trials 15 years ago, my client would not have been put in Azkaban, therefore not given a chance to break the law by escaping—"
Slade pulled an object from his pocket and enlarged it with a flick of his wand. The object grew to a large, leather-bound book.
"According to Ministry bylaw number 1456, written by Minister for Magic Dugald McPhail in 1861: Any persons accused of crimes against another witch, wizard, or the Ministry will be provided a trial after a thorough investigation of the crime. If the accused pleads or is found guilty, sentencing will take place immediately, as decided upon by the Wizengamot,"
Slade snapped the book shut.
"Sirius Black was not given a trial in 1981. He was taken to Azkaban without a thorough investi—"
"There were witnesses that night," Umbridge interrupted calmly "They confirmed that it was Black who murdered that street full of muggles, and—"
"And Peter Pettigrew," Slade finished for her "The court is now aware that Mr. Pettigrew survived, and the testimony of the muggles was not certain, as the blasting curse created so much chaos that they couldn't be certain what happened. Need I remind you, Ms. Umbridge, we are not trying my client for the 1981 crimes he was exonerated of— however, I must use this case to display the difference between laws bent, and considering previous missteps. We are supposed to find justice in this court, but shouldn't we also attempt to reverse injustice?…"
Slade continued on for another couple minutes, shooting down anything and everything Dolores Umbridge had to throw his way. Sirius hung onto every word Slade spoke; it was apparent Copernicus Slade had a passion for the law.
When Slade finished his lengthy monologue, Scrimgeour flipped Sirius's file open and motioned for Slade to step off to the side.
"Thank you, Mr. Slade," Scrimgeour said impatiently "the court will now proceed- Mr. Black, how do you plead?"
Sirius looked to his left, locking eyes with Allie amongst the crowd. Her face was paler than he'd ever seen it, her eyes were terrified, but he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked. Her curls spiraled into perfect ringlets, her red hair standing out like a beacon amongst the crowd. If he were sent back to Azkaban, would they give him a chance to say goodbye? To hold her once more, to feel the softness of her skin as he would squeeze her hand goodbye?
"Mr. Black," Scrimgeour said impatiently. "How do you plead?"
Sirius's attention snapped back to reality. He looked at Slade, who gave him a reassuring nod. Sirius swallowed, fighting the lump in his throat forcing its way upwards. He was glad he didn't eat breakfast because if he had, he would've vomited it into his lap.
"Guilty, sir."
The words came out hoarse and raspy, his windpipe twinging in a reminder of the beating he took a few days prior. Sirius heard a small, mouselike squeak on his left; he was sure it was Allie, but he didn't dare look back in her direction.
"Sirius Orion Black, you have pleaded guilty to the charges of escaping Azkaban prison and evading Ministry custody— these charges carry a ten-year sentence, however; due to the nature of your situation, the court will take a vote to account for time served. All in favor of the defendant serving his ten-year sentence traditionally?"
A few members of the Wizengamot, Dolores Umbridge included, raised their hands. His heart started to beat faster as he counted the hands; seven. Only seven had raised their hands, which meant…
"All in favor of the defendant's sentence served retroactively?"
The rest of the Wizengamot, including Scrimgeour, raised their hands.
"An overwhelming amount decides it; The Wizengamot sentences the defendant, Sirius Orion Black, to ten years in Azkaban, served retroactively. Mr. Black, you are free to go. Court adjourned!"
The shackles released, falling to the floor with a loud clang before disappearing into thin air. Sirius sat still, staring at his shaking hands as the Wizengamot started to disband, and idle chatter filled the room. He felt light-headed, fuzzy— like he was in a dream and was beginning to wake up.
"Congratulations," Slade said, grasping his hand firmly and pulling him to his feet, "you're officially a free man."
"Sirius!"
He recognized Allie's shriek from behind him. He turned around and was nearly knocked off balance as she threw herself around him and buried her face into his neck. She sobbed as he stroked her back gently, holding her tight and whispering in her ear.
"Shh… it's alright— I told you it'd be alright…"
He peppered her temple with kisses, inhaling the fresh scent of her rose-vanilla perfume. He gave Harry a small smile over her shoulder, which he returned with an understanding nod. Remus and Arthur shook Slade's hand off to the side. After a minute, Allie pulled away, flushing and wiping her face roughly.
"I'm sorry;" she sniffed "I don't mean to be rude; I know there are others here for you…"
Harry squeezed her shoulder gently "It's alright," He said, giving her an understanding smile before embracing Sirius tightly. "I was worried they'd send you back."
Sirius pulled back and ruffled Harry's hair. "Oh, I've told you not to worry about me," He said, winking, "Everything been alright since I've been away?"
"Yeah, I've been staying with the Weasley's—"
"Congratulations, Sirius," Arthur said, stepped forward, extending his hand out to shake Sirius's. "Glad to have you back. Molly is at your house with the kids, I'll send word that you're coming home with us—he'll want to make an event out of it."
Sirius grinned; after Azkaban's poor excuse for meals, Molly Weasley's home cooking sounded fantastic.
"As long as we have firewhisky and hot food, it sounds alright by me."
"Padfoot, we should get out of here before the press arrives," Remus said, "if they're not already here."
Sirius took Allie's hand in one and wrapped his other arm around Harry's shoulders, and exited the courtroom. The hall was clear up to the lifts until they were swarmed in the atrium by a crowd of people with cameras, floating quills, and shouting.
"Sirius Black! A word!"
"Sirius! How does it feel to be a free man?!"
"Sirius! Sirius! Smile for the camera!"
They linked arms, forming a human chain, and pushed through the crowd. They fought their way through the mob of reporters and sprinted to the Ministry's visitor's exit. The five of them jammed into the elevator and forced the door shut. Arthur dialed something on the telephone, and the elevator rose. They all panted heavily as the elevator lifted them up to street level, allowing them to exit through a decrepit old telephone booth.
The streets of London were bustling, noisy with car horn honks and faint ambulance sirens. The air here smelled like rotting banana peels and stale bread, most likely from the large dumpster in the alley behind them. Nothing about these sounds or smells could be considered peaceful, but compared to the ominous crashing waves of the North Sea, and the banging and clanging of prison cell doors, he'd take London's obnoxious noise pollution any day.
Molly either worked extremely fast, or she'd had a good feeling about the hearing. Sirius walked through the front door and was greeted by the entire Weasley family and most members of the Order. A large banner hung in the foyer, reading in bold red lettering 'Welcome Home, Sirius.'
He was greeted with hugs and handshakes and was immediately pulled out onto the back patio. A drink and a plate of barbeque were shoved in front of him.
"Eat," Molly said, "You look peaky."
"How did you pull all this off in such short notice?" Sirius asked, staring at the delicious helping of pulled pork, macaroni and cheese, and baked beans.
"Oh, this is nothing- I had quite a few hands helping me."
"Yeah, I thought she was losing her head for a minute. She got Dad's patronus, and went ballistic…" Ron muttered quietly to him.
He was joined at the patio table by Harry, Ron, and Hermione on his left, and Arthur and Remus on his right.
"So, Sirius," Ron began, mouth full of macaroni "what happened to you? You look like you got hit by a train…"
"Ron!" Hermione hissed.
Sirius poured himself a glass of scotch, waving Hermione off.
"Just ran into some old friends in prison," he said, shrugging "Malfoy, Dolohov, and Nott- wish I could boast about how they look worse, but I only got a couple of punches in before…"
He spent the next few minutes rehashing his brawl in the prison yard, pulling up his shirt to show Ron and Harry his bruised ribs.
"I'll tell ya- Dolohov kicks like a football player…"
Sirius noticed a sideways glance from Allie as she passed by the table. She'd hardly sat down since arriving back home, slipping into the role of Waitress as she refilled the guest's glasses of lemonade and watermelon juice. Allie moved about the patio silently, cleaning up empty plates and used napkins with a detached demeanor. She blended in with her surroundings, noticed by no one except Sirius. No one blinked an eye as she slipped inside the house with an armful of dishes and empty glasses levitating behind her. Sirius downed the rest of his scotch in one gulp, slammed his glass on the table and gave a satisfied belch.
"Time to break the seal," he announced, "I'll be back."
He felt fuzzy from his few glasses of scotch as he sauntered inside the house. He followed the sound of water running into the kitchen, where he found her standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up and forearms submerged in sudsy water.
"Hey kitten," he said, leaning a raised arm against the doorframe. "why don't you come outside and sit with me?"
"These dishes won't wash themselves." She replied softly
"They will if you charm them to do so,"
Sirius chuckled, slightly surprised when Allie did not laugh with him. She remained at the sink with her back to him, scrubbing a greasy pan with intent.
"Come- you've been playing waitress since we got home," He insisted, "there is a cold glass of lemonade outside with your name on it."
Allie continued to scrub the greasy pan, not turning around. Sirius stepped closer to her, observing her. Her shoulders looked tense, rigid as she hunched over the sink and switched to scrubbing a charred skillet.
"What's wrong?" Sirius asked
"I just need to get this pan clean," she said through clenched teeth.
Sirius raised one brow. "There is a spell for that- I know you know that."
She scrubbed harder and harder, ignoring his suggestion as she attacked a piece of char.
"Allie,"
She did not respond. Sirius frowned and rocked back on his heels. He was so happy to be released he'd forgotten how all of this could've affected her.
"Allie, put the pan down and look at me,"
Nothing.
"Allie."
He stepped up behind her and grabbed her forearms. Her body tensed as she initially fought his grip, but after a few struggles, she dropped her scrub brush and pan, and let out something sounding like a mixture of a sob and a hiccup. She fell into wracking sobs, choking and sucking in breaths as her legs shook violently. Sirius held her forearms tight, bearing her body weight as he braced to keep her upright. Soap bubbles dripped from her shaking hands. He nuzzled his head against hers, shushing her softly.
"Shh… shh…"
"I thought I was never going to see you again," she whispered shakily
Sirius spun her around, holding her tight as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. Her soapy hands soaked through the back of his shirt as she clung to him.
"I c- can't do t-this alone," She whimpered "my god, Sirius, if you h-hadn't…"
"hey—" Sirius pulled away, grasping her cheeks with his palms and looking into her watery eyes. "You aren't doing this alone— I was released, everything is going to be fine now."
"Because I got lucky!" she hissed "I couldn't even scrounge up enough to pay Slade- I'm a damn fool for not realizing how much he would've cost. I got lucky that he was willing to take your case pro bono..."
"Thankfully he did, however, I would've paid him if he didn't," Sirius looked at her earnestly "How much was it, anyhow?"
She wiped her eyes roughly. "250 galleons an hour," she muttered.
"Two hundred and fifty an hour?!" he scoffed "Who does Slade think he is, charging that kind of money— you should've looked in the safe, there is plenty in there."
"I don't know the combination," she said softly, flushing "I tried to break in, but whatever charms you cast…"
"… kept you out," he finished for her, nodding.
he mentally cursed himself for charming his safe so well.
"I'm sorry Allie, I never even thought to give you the combination— it never occurred to me that I might not be here and you'd need to get in."
She blinked a few fat tears as she returned his gaze. "It's your money, I shouldn't need to get into it."
"Our money," he corrected, "I told you I would take care of you, and I already failed— come, I'll show you how to open it..."
He took her hand intending to take her upstairs but stopped at the sound of loud footsteps coming down the kitchen stairs.
"You could've had the decency to tell me—"
"Could you keep your voice down, please?"
"Keep my voice down? Really, Remus? Afraid everyone will hear?"
"Just wait until we get downstairs, please!"
Sirius pulled Allie into the pantry and shut the door quickly behind them. Through a crack in the old, warped door frame, they were able to see slivers of Tonks and Remus standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Why wouldn't you tell me Dumbledore was sending you off? You just expected to disappear one day, maybe to return, maybe to not?"
"I didn't want you to make a big deal of it—"
"I'm making a bigger deal of it because I didn't know! Everyone else in the Order knows, casually speaking about how you postponed this trip for Sirius's trial, and I looked like an idiot because I didn't even know you were going!"
"Don't shout, Dora, please…"
Allie looked at Sirius and raised a brow; "Dora?" she mouthed silently.
"You're impossible, Remus Lupin— you know that?"
Tonks sighed in defeat, and they were silent for a moment. Sirius wondered if she were crying, based on the shakiness of her voice when she spoke next.
"I love you."
Through the sliver, Sirius saw Remus open his mouth to speak, then close it before sighing and shaking his head.
"You shouldn't love me," He said softly, "I'm no good for you."
"But I do— I'm so in love with you..."
Tonks stepped forward and ran her hands up his chest, looking at him earnestly. Remus was nearly a foot taller than her, forcing Tonks to crane her neck to look him face to face.
"and I think you're in love with me, too."
"Dora—"
Remus grabbed her wrist softly and removed her hands with a pained expression. Sirius recognized this look on his friends face, he'd seen it many times before. It was a look of self-loathing, and disgust of himself. Even as a grown man, he was the most insecure person Sirius had ever met.
"Do you, Remus?" she asked, "don't lie to me."
Remus took a moment to study Tonks, wrists still in his hands as his face went through a series of expressions. He appeared to be thinking very carefully about what he should say next.
"I am too old, too poor, and too dangerous for you," he said finally, "the way either of us feels doesn't change that."
"But it does," she said, "it changes everything."
"I-fuck-" he released her wrists and stepped back. "I can't do this right now."
Sirius and Allie moved away from the crack, holding their breaths as Remus passed by the door to the pantry. They listened to his footsteps as he crossed the kitchen and started back up the stairs.
"Remus, where are you going? Wait—"
"Go back to the party, Dora. You should go enjoy yourself."
"Remus, wait—!"
Remus's heavy footsteps up the stairs were followed by Tonks's light pitter-patters. Allie and Sirius waited until no sound was around them before speaking.
"Remus is a coward," Allie whispered.
"I think he's a stubborn brute," Sirius said "but coward might be pushing it— he's probably fearing about providing— Remus can hardly feed himself—"
"Tonks doesn't need a man to take care of her," Allie said irritably "she just needs someone to love her."
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. He gave her a small smile as he took her hand.
"Come, let me show you how to open the safe."
He led her upstairs to Buckbeak's room, greeted by the hippogriff with a stately bow. They returned the courtesy, tossed it a few dead mice, and then turned their attention to the safe.
"spin the dial to the right four times to reset the lock," he explained as he demonstrated, "stopping on the first number, zero. Then you have to pass the second number, seven, twice before stopping on it during the third turn, spinning to the left. Then spin the dial to the right, passing the third number, three, once before stopping. Then turn the dial also to the right, and land on the fourth number, one."
The safe clicked, and the heavy metal door swung open. Inside were stacks upon stacks of galleons glinting in the dim lamplight.
"0-7-3-1?" Allie asked, staring mesmerized at the glinting gold.
"Harry's birthday," he shrugged, shutting the safe door "now you try— it's tricky at first."
Allie took a few tries before she was able to open the safe successfully. Sirius squeezed the cap of her shoulder gently,
"What's mine is yours, kitten," he said softly, "Anytime you need money- for anything- it's in here."
He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and gave her a small smile. She turned her head to look at him. He leaned in, giving her a soft, gentle kiss.
"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, hardly above a whisper.
He kissed her deeper now, pulling her close with a hand on the back of her neck. He opened his mouth, sliding his tongue inside and swirling with hers. Her fingers wove into his hair as she pulled herself closer to him. He trailed kisses down her cheek and jaw to her neck. He bid his attention here for a moment, leaving behind a mark on her skin.
"Sirius," she whispered, gasping.
"hmm?"
He continued suckling her flesh, unbuttoning the top few buttons of her oxford shirt to access right above her breast.
"Everyone will be wondering where we are…"
"Let them wonder," Sirius murmured huskily. "It's my party; I can ditch if I want to."
He pushed her up against the wall, untucking her shirt to allow his hands to slide underneath. She gripped his hair even tighter, pulling him closer and closer as they kissed passionately. Buckbeak gave a small squawk, breaking their moment. They both looked over at the hippogriff, clicking its beak and turning its head curiously.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private," Sirius said, out of the corner of his mouth.
"Lets" she breathed
He took her hand and led her down the hall to their bedroom. He shut the door behind him, drew his wand, and cast an imperturbable charm on the room. A flash of blue light zoomed around the room, giving him confirmation that their houseguests wouldn't hear anything from inside their bedroom.
"Now," he said, grinning mischievously, "where were we?"
He pushed her against the wall, crushing his lips against hers with bruising force. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt and threw it over his shoulder. He ran his hands up to her breasts, her nipples stiffened from his touch through the flimsy, worn-in fabric of her bra. He nuzzled his forehead into the crook of her neck, kissing just below her jawline.
"While I was there, I thought I'd gone mad—" he whispered, "I thought the last three years hadn't happened, that I'd imagined it all until I found your name scratched into the wall just above your bunk…"
"They put you in your old cell?" she gasped softly.
"Mhm,"
his hands found their way to the back clasp of her bra.
"I questioned for a moment I'd even imagined you, as a way to cope with my surroundings,"
He unclasped and slid her bra off. He cupped her bare breasts, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. They were the color of milk, round and full, and larger than the palm of his hand.
"But once I saw that, I knew I hadn't gone mad, and it gave me a shred of hope,"
Allie shivered as his hands ran slowly around her ribcage and down to the zipper of her skirt.
"I want to thank you for hiring Slade— for helping get me out of there."
"You thought I was going to leave you in there to rot?" She asked
"No," he chuckled softly "But I hadn't thought there was anything you could've done,"
He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down, allowing it to pool at her feet. His fingertips traced the waistband of her panties, sending more goosebumps across her skin.
"I'm not sure what I did to deserve such a woman," he breathed "I always thought I would draw the bad cards in life."
"No, you're a good man, Sirius Black," Allie said, "you deserve to be happy."
His lips crashed against hers once more. Allie moaned softly against his mouth, arching her body towards him. His fingertips dug into her hips as he pressed his erection against her thigh. He let out a soft growl as she clumsily tugged at his belt, fumbling with the buckle before finally prying it undone. Her hand plunged down the front of his pants, grasping his firm cock. Sirius groaned as she stroked, tightening his hold on her waist. She had just the right amount of speed and grip; it would be enough to send him over the edge if he let her continue.
"get onto the bed, kitten," he growled, "on your back."
She took a shuddering breath, smiling shyly as she retreated her hand from his trousers. She climbed onto the bed, laying on her back and parting her thighs just a sliver once she'd settled back onto the pillow. Sirius undressed quickly, tossing his clothes off to the side before joining her on the bed. He ran his hands along the tops of her thighs, drinking in the sight of her spread out. Her panties were worn-in and faded; what was once most likely a bright lilac fabric was now some version of a dingy purple-y gray. There was something unbelievably sexy about this— she hadn't put on her best lingerie in hopes to get laid this afternoon. It was unexpected. She gazed at him with a lusty expression, waiting for him to make the next move.
She giggled as he pulled her underwear down. He spread her legs open and trailed kisses up her inner thigh to her mound. He placed a kiss just above her small thatch of copper hair, smiling against her skin as she let out a deep sigh. He slid up her belly and placed a kiss just below her navel.
"I'm going to savor you for the rest of the night…" he murmured, "just how many times do you think you can come for me, kitten?"
Her sheepish giggle was cut off as he pushed himself into her. She quivered underneath him with each stroke. Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips to allow him to penetrate deeper. She buried her face into his collarbone and gripped his shoulder blades.
"your pussy feels amazing—" he growled in her ear, "you're going to make me come too quick."
She let out a cry of pleasure as he slammed into her harder. She dug her nails into his back, she wrapped her legs around him tighter, forcing him deeper. The sensations were intoxicating; the sound of flesh pounding flesh, the burning scratches on his back from her fingernails, the tight feel of her squeezing his cock from all sides...
"Sirius—!" she gasped.
She came with a deep shudder, crying out as her entire body went rigid underneath him. Two sharp slams into her and he lost himself, spilling inside her. He peppered her with kisses the moment he felt her melt onto the bed.
"I never want to leave this bed," he said, "I want to fuck you over and over and over until neither of us can walk."
Allie flushed, albeit she didn't look that embarrassed by his crude statement.
"Well, one of us needs to go send our guests home, then." She said with a wry smile.
"One of us?" Sirius grinned "something tells me you mean me?"
Allie giggled, nodding as she chewed her bottom lip. Sirius sprung up and redressed quickly, and headed towards the bedroom door.
"Sirius,"
He turned back. Allie was sitting up, shyly pulling the bedsheet up to her chin. He wasn't sure if she'd ever looked as beautiful as she did now; she wore frizzy, messy, just fucked hair and flushed skin like a fashion statement.
"Can you bring up a pint of ice cream from the freezer?"
Sirius laughed, winking.
"Anything for you, kitten."
He turned and exited the room, heart fluttering at hearing her sweet voice call after him.
"- and a spoon, please!"
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