Kiss Me Better?

Sirius sat astride Baby, whose engine was gently purring away beneath him. He was cruising through the backroads of London, trying not to think about how much the T-Charge was going to sting him when he finally got his monthly bill. The residential neighbourhood he was driving through was lovely, pretty town houses in black and white shadowed by light foliage; climbing wisteria, daffodils and half-grown willow trees.

It was a lovely spring morning, and there was even a drop dead, gorgeous man jogging along the pavement beside the road.

He was holding a suitcase, and wearing a long turquoise coat that only seemed to illuminate his gold curls, and –

Sirius blinked, and looked back at him.

The man was holding a dragon in his arms.

"Shit!" Sirius swore, craning his neck to get a better look

In his defence, he hadn't seen the tree coming at all.

Sirius blinked awake, trying to swat away the strange beeping noise behind him.

"I – uh – I wouldn't do that, if I were you," a hesitant voice informed him.

Sirius frowned, disgruntled at having been told what to do. He squinted in the direction of the voice and was met by a pleasant surprise.

"Oh – you're gorgeous!" Sirius said when he realised it was the man he'd been distracted by. Up close he was even sweeter looking, with pink lips and a dusting of freckles over pale skin.

The man winced, his hazel eyes scrunching up, and even that was appealing.

"And you're under the influence of Muggle potions," the man muttered, almost to himself. "Mind altering, potentially hallucinogenic."

He cleared his throat. "My name's Newt Scamander. Call me Newt."

"I am perfectly sane of mind!" Sirius exclaimed, picking up on the important part of that diatribe. He tried sit up, and then flopped back into the bed he was laying in with a groan. "Ouch, fuck."

Newt stroked Sirius' left arm from shoulder to elbow in an almost subconscious gesture. "Careful there. You've broken your tibia."

Sirius' right arm was indeed strapped across his chest.

"No Skele-Gro?" Sirius asked, bemused.

The other man shuffled his feet and stared down at them. "We're in a Muggle hospital," he whispered.

Sirius beamed, unperturbed. "Really? How exciting!"

Newt snorted a laugh before smothering it, and then he shot Sirius a sideways look.

"No! You're injured. You shouldn't get excited at all."

Sirius narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, taking in the way that Newt was hovering over him, had obviously stayed with Sirius when the Muggles had collected him, and seemed to be worried about his health.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. And it's all your fault."

Newt's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Yup," Sirius continued. "Your fault I'm injured. You were far too distracting, jogging along the pavement like you were. I think you ought to kiss me better, don't you?"

Newt's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. "Oh – well – I –" he stuttered.

Sirius sighed in a put-upon manner. "Fine. We can go on a date first, if you like," he allowed with a cheeky grin.

Then he glanced up a Newt, blinking with wide, puppy-dog eyes. "You will go on a date with me, won't you?"

Newt's smile was wry, even as he drew closer. "How could I say no?" he replied, and Sirius was happy enough with that.

Word Count: 554

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