After a long day involving a child's beloved toad with the flu, Embre apparated back home with a pop. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and turned to see Sirius all bundled up with only his eyes showing making a snowman. Every day for a week she'd been coming home to find him outside having fun in the snow.

She walked closer and realized the snow wasn't exactly shaped like a man. She walked behind him and stared at it.

"What are you making?" she inquired from behind her midnight blue muffler pulled over her face.

"A centaur," he replied. "It's not quite coming together."

"How about a break? We can go pick out a tree," Embre said persuasively.

He didn't answer, only grabbed her hand and began leading her towards the village where they were selling trees. They returned home after dark had fallen, each grasping one end of the tree. It was worth all the effort when they finally had the evergreen standing up lush and green in the living room.

While Embre was upstairs getting the decorations together Sirius started a fire inside the mantel. Being out in the cold had taught him how to assemble it correctly so it didn't end up going out after lighting the paper with his wand. He blew on the crumpled burning paper to get it going and started when he heard a thunk behind him.

"Oh that was heavy," Embre gasped when he turned around.

There were two boxes at her feet but he barely noticed. Embre was breathing deeply, with her cheeks flushed and most of the hair had fallen out of her bun framing her face. Apparently she was very warm; she'd changed out of her clothes and wore a pink silky nightgown that fell to her thighs. The top of the gown was modest enough, but he knew that her bra was definitely off, and after taking all of her in he couldn't help but respond. She left him and went into the kitchen only to return with a chair.

"Love," he said clearing his throat. "We could just use magic."

"We could," Embre conceded crouching in front of one of the boxes and opening it. She pulled out a string of tangled garland and began sorting it out. "But we never used magic at my house when we decorated for Christmas."

He stood over her and freely stared down through her nightgown. He knew her family's holiday's traditions, but he'd been hoping to string the tree a little quicker. Honestly she shouldn't be wearing something like that…so pink, and he could see her silhouette…he was far too warm in his jumper now, and she was taking no notice, continuing to sort out the ornaments. They had both agreed on not rushing into the intimate part of things, but that didn't mean he couldn't help move things along, and make her just a little hot and bothered.

He knelt behind her, and removed the tie from her hair. He gently wove his fingers through to comb it out a little and lifted it off of her shoulder to expose her neck for a minute as he leaned close and let his breath play on her skin. She did pause momentarily, and then returned to her work a little less dexterously.

"What shall I do?" he inquired resting his slightly stubbled cheek against her smooth one.

"There's some ornaments in the other box," Embre responded, turning her face towards his.

He turned his face slightly and looked at her mouth, but ended up rising from his spot and setting to work on the lights.

They worked quietly; the sound of the crackling fire and the clink of ornaments the only sound between them. Sirius had just gotten down to his last glass ornament and was deciding where to place it when Embre reached in front of him to straighten an ornament, pressing her breast against his arm. Through the jumper his skin throbbed.

Embre stepped around him and placed the chair beside the tree and retrieved a gilded angel. She climbed onto the chair and reached up to place the ornament on the treetop. As she leaned close to the tree, his hands fell upon her hips, gentle but firm. She anchored the angel and fiddled with it to straighten it out, feeling his hands rubbing circles on the top of her thighs.

Suddenly he leaned his face against her thigh and nipped her through the nightgown. He felt her shudder and grinned wolfishly. Stepping back he waited until she climbed down from the chair before he reached for the hem of his jumper and tugged it over his head, tossing it onto the couch carelessly. His eyes smoldered as he watched her watch him; her pupils were large and her mouth parted slightly as she stared at the skin bared as he stood in his black undershirt.

"Lights," she mumbled walking to the box. She bent over at the waist and dug through the box wiggling her hips. She straightened holding up a plain box and removed the top, tapping it with her wand. Suddenly tiny blinking glowing lights flew from the box and floated towards the tree. They nestled in the boughs blinking and moving about the green needles.

"Wintrifis fireflies," Embre commented shakily when he came to stand behind her. His chest pressed to her back and his hands gripped her arms. "They lay their eggs in March and they don't hatch until the temperature drops."

"Embre…"

She turned around and took him in. The firelight cast shadows on his face, making him look dark and ravenous. He'd removed his undershirt in the process allowing her to lay her hands on his chest and feel the dark hair, the heat.

He kissed her brow as she touched him, then her cheek, ever so lightly brushing his lips to hers. Her mouth parted for him as he rubbed his lips against hers and licked her bottom lip lightly.

Her head tilted back and her tongue licked his when he flicked her bottom lip. He didn't realize he was gripping her arms until his mouth crashed against hers and he tightened his hold as he surged into her mouth mercilessly. Then her hands were on his arms holding tight for dear life. She cried out as he kissed her relentlessly, bruising her lips. She struggled to match his voracity as he invaded her mouth licking and biting until she turned her face away, needing to breathe.

He kissed her hair and pressed his face against the side of her head.

Without words he backed them towards the couch sitting on the cushions and pulling her across his lap.

"You've been tormenting me with these," he said hoarsely as he cupped one of her breasts.

Wasting no time he bent his face and took her nipple into his mouth through the silk. She cried out sharply as his teeth scraped the skin and let her head fall back. She allowed him to take and suckle her captured nipple until he released it only to claim its mate beginning the exquisite pleasure all over again. By this time she was gripping his arms spasmodically and shifting her thighs as she became wet and desperate to have him.

Suddenly he lowered the straps on her gown pulling the flimsy bodice down for better access and resumed his work. She'd thought it had been pleasurable feeling him suck her through the gown but now with his hot mouth taking her in without a barrier she began writhing and her hands became buried in his hair to bring him closer as he suckled her trying in vain to slake his hunger.

"Sirius please…" she begged, as she became mindless under his mouth. She didn't know how long he attended her breasts but it felt like hours as they became tight, sensitive, and sore each sensation mounting her pleasure.

As he ravaged her breasts alternating between licks, bites, and suckling, one hand supported her neck and the other inched her skirt up her thigh. He was insensible to her cries as he went wild with the taste of her pink breast in his mouth. He let himself take as the scent of her sex filled his nose with every breath he dragged into his lungs. He shifted her so that she was facing him, one thigh on either side of his legs to straddle him. She stared at him with her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, her lips bruised, and her chest blotchy from the intensity of his attentions with her nightgown halfway down her waist. Her brown eyes were like melting chocolate, dark with desire and tenderness.

Giving her a chance to catch her breath he dragged the nightgown over her head and let it fall. She was clad only in plain white knickers with a damp spot evident and he felt a lump in his throat. Closing his eyes he wrapped his arms around her and rested his brow against her collarbone.

"Have you taken your potion love?" he managed in a choked voice.

"Every day since you've been here," she promised breathlessly. "Oh god this is really going to happen!"

She stroked his hair and kissed him there as he shuddered against her and she throbbed for him.

"I won't last long," he said against her skin.

"Me neither," she smiled, earning a chuckle from him.

She extracted herself to stand in front of him and unbutton the snap of his jeans. He watched her, concentrating on breathing as her hand unzipped his pants without hesitation and tugged them down his legs. Then her hands peeled the hem of his boxers back from his thighs, pulling them over his calves and then they were gone, completely forgotten as she slid the white knickers off her dripping sex and let them fall to the floor. She sat back on his lap and opened her mouth kissing him hungrily, as she wound her arm behind his neck.

He moaned as she invaded his mouth now, and shook as she relaxed against him and her breasts and torso met his in a beautiful sensation of warmth and skin. She lowered her hips, sliding her belly down his so he could be inside her. His hands came up to still her and she groaned in protest looking into his eyes pleadingly. Then she gulped air as his fingers parted her. His thumb rubbed her clitoris without mercy in hard, fast circles making her buck and plead with him. He bit his lip when he couldn't stand it any longer, allowing her heat to engulf the head of his erection. His entire body tensed as she slowly took him in and he let out a strangled cry, throbbing within her heat.

Grey eyes stared at brown and she leaned over him as he wrapped his arms around her. Their bodies burned and their lungs struggled to take in air. She laid her forehead against his, and his hand slowed in giving her pleasure as they struggled with the devastating feeling of being together so intimately again. Embre rolled her hips slowly grinding in his lap, and he groaned, thrusting into her. All it took was one last wind of her hips and he was cumming, his head thrown back, hands gripping her bottom, and his seed spilling hot and thick inside of her. He thrust into her shallowly as he returned his hand to her clit making her shake uncontrollably. With his hand on her back he held her in place as he latched onto her breast again and with one hard suck she shattered in orgasm arching her back and riding a wave of pleasure as he softened inside of her.

His finger continued to circle her clitoris until she sagged against him unable to take anymore.

"Oh yes," Sirius sighed stroking her long hair. Neither could think of moving for a very long time and so they didn't; content to cling together hot damp skin touching hot damp skin.

Eventually when her knees began to ache, Embre reluctantly lifted herself off of him, groaning as he slipped out of her. She turned around and sat back down with her back resting against his chest.

"Sweetheart?" Embre sighed leaning into him.

"Mmm?"

"You always manage get it right no matter how long it lasts," she said contently.

"Lucky that," he said softly tracing her shoulder with his fingertips. "You bring me to that edge so quickly…"

She turned her face and kissed him, her torso turning and her hand cupping his jaw line. He actually whimpered as she wound her tongue with his and kissed him with turbulent demand and heat. She was telling him clearly with that mouth of hers….more.

He could do little more than let his head fall back and submit. She turned her head, allowing her access deep within his mouth as she surged against his tongue.

"Oh love that's….yeaaass!" he groaned as she moved to his neck. He felt himself stir slightly when she lightly nipped the skin above his adam's apple, but he found his body wasn't up to responding so soon.

"Wait, wait," he urged, pulling her back by her arms. "I'm going to get some water."

He eased her off of his lap and slid her onto one of the cushions. She laughed in surprise and lounged back against the headrest on the couch. He gave her an arch smile and turned to walk off showing off his beautiful tight arse. She found the energy to sit up and watch him walk to the kitchen. His bum really was incredible, especially when filling a pair of jeans, just as wonderfully as it had back in their school days.

She closed her eyes and lay back down. Lying there she stretched out and sighed; being with him had satisfied and at the same time stirred her. The back of her hand ran over her collar bone the other lying flat on her stomach while her hips shifted.

"That's lovely," Sirius remarked watching her with a lazy wolfish smile. He handed her a glass of water as she opened her eyes. She let her eyes drink him in again as she accepted the glass and her eyes widened in wonder.

She looked at him in curiosity but drank the cool water first. When she'd drained the glass she set it on the carpet and returned her attention to her lover.

He observed her, brows cocked slightly with his head tilted as his hand leisurely stroked his erection, head purple and leaking.

"Had a little something lying around for stamina," he remarked. "Just this once."

She smiled, lips parted as she let her hand drift slowly down her breasts. Looking straight at him she let her palm trace twists and patterns on her stomach.

He was stunning; his body taut and ready like a beast ready to lunge. She was able to see a slight definition of muscles in his arm as he stroked himself, straining in his legs, and quivering in his belly. Not so long ago he'd looked so broken and pale, but now the strength had returned to his body. Some of the shadows left by Azkaban would always linger on his face, but it was much harder to notice in moments like this, when he smiled, and even if he were to pout playfully.

"You're so beautiful," Embre breathed. "Did you know that? Have you any idea?"

"I have some idea when you're looking at me," he admitted with a breathless chuckle that died on his lips. She spread her legs and lifted her arms. With a soft growl he stalked to the couch, sliding onto the cushions on his knees, sinking into her as her legs cradled his thighs.