Danse Russe
Chapter 11
Whispering the sweetest things
Marlene McKinnon was sorely beginning to regret her hasty decision to give Sirius Black permission to jump her whenever he pleased. Not because the sex wasn't good, it was great, but she was starting to wonder it she had the ability to keep up with him and he was shagging other girls as well, or so Marlene thought. She had obviously underestimated the libido of your average 18-year-old male, not that Sirius was average in any way.
N.E.W.Ts were less than a week away and she hadn't studied for more than two hours straight without being ambushed by Sirius in three weeks, until today. She had dedicated most of her sleepless nights to catching up on studying, but she doubted there was enough caffeine in the world to keep her going without sleep, being stressed beyond imagination, and shagging Sirius every time she turned a corner. Surely, he needed to study too. Marlene snorted at the thought; Sirius Black didn't study for anything.
Sighing heavily, she gingerly eased her bag onto her shoulder. Her entire body was stiff and sore from bending over pages of notes and old tomes for hours on end. Wiping her nose with her violet hanky, she sniffled and started toward the exit of the library. Tottering down the hall in a sleepy daze, she yawned widely.
Sirius Black grinned as Marlene sleepily exited the library. It had taken her long enough. He'd been waiting outside the door since early that afternoon when Madam Pince kicked him out. Sure, he could have found any other number of girls to sedate his raging teenage libido, but why work for someone new when Marlene would say yes without question. And, of course, though Sirius would never admit it, sex with Marlene was better than sex with his usual bimbo. Sirius Black really liked shagging Marlene McKinnon.
As she strolled passed him, sneezing into her hanky, Sirius wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into an alcove. "It's me," he whispered hurriedly. He didn't want to end up at the wrong side of yet another of her hexes because he frightened her.
Marlene dropped her head forward onto Sirius' chest as he pinned her to the wall. "Black, I can't," she said faintly. "I'm tired and I have another seven pages of notes to look—"
Tilting her face up toward him with a finger, Sirius smiled taking in her red nose and tired eyes. "You're getting a cold," he interjected softly, brushing her hair from her eyes.
"No," argued Marlene, shaking her head. "Dust."
With a quiet chuckle, Sirius pressed his lips to her forehead. He had just opened his mouth to speak when a familiar voice flooded his ears. Holding a finger to his lips, he shushed her, gently guiding her further into the alcove. Obscuring her from view within the shadows, he turned his back to her. "Stay," he muttered darkly, his heart rate quickening as the voices drifted closer.
Her warm breath seeped through the fabric of his shirt washing across his spine as she carefully placed her hands on his back, leaning forward to peek around him. "Out of sight, McKinnon," hissed Sirius through clenched teeth, and Marlene nodded quickly, resting her cheek between his shoulder blades so he could feel her response. He reached behind him, hurriedly giving her hand a small squeeze. "It's alright," he whispered and then he was spotted.
"Sirius!" a falsely cheerful voice exclaimed. Sirius scowled darkly.
"Regulus," he growled in greeting, desperately trying to keep himself from taking another step back to press Marlene farther into the shadows.
Regulus grinned, nodding toward his companion. "Avery and I were just discussing your little poppet."
Sirius bit down his snarl. "I'm afraid I haven't a clue of what you're on about, little brother," he replied darkly, stressing the family connection without real reason to do so.
"Of course, you do," chuckled Regulus. "You and I spoke of her just last month." Tapping his chin in an act of remembering, he asked, "What's her name?"
"McKinnon?" offered Avery silkily.
"Ah, that's it. Marlene McKinnon," said Regulus with a malicious grin. Sirius felt Marlene tremble behind him and his heart rate picked up again. He growled. It was bad enough that they felt the need to rub his failure to save his brother from the dark side of things in his face, but scaring Marlene was really pushing the envelope.
Marlene pressed her lips to his back, silently telling him not to fret and Sirius took a step back, slumping against the wall and pushing Marlene into the corner. She anticipated his move and easily fell back until her tense shoulders touched the two edges of the wall. Curling her fingers in his shirt to steady her balance, she kissed him again, thanking him for the calming pressure of his body against hers.
"What about her?" asked Sirius in polite interest. "I wasn't aware Gryffindor muggle-borns held any intrigue for you, Reg."
Laughing, Avery slapped Regulus on the back. "Well, I've already given her a go, and the youngest Black didn't believe me when I told him about the wonders she can work with that delightful little mouth of hers." Sirius felt Marlene choke back a silent sob behind him and he ran a careless hand through his hair, brushing his elbow against her shoulder as he placed it back down at his side, hoping the brief contact would be comforting.
"But, you know all about that, don't you, Black?" continued Avery with a smirk. "She quite the little—"
"Fuck off, Avery," snarled Sirius.
"Tight as hell too, isn't she?" asked Avery. "Like a fucking virgin." Marlene's grip tightened on Sirius' shirt and Sirius drew his wand. "I'm not quite sure she wasn't the fir—"
Avery slammed against the far wall, several bones cracking with a sickening crunch. "I said to fuck off, Avery," hissed Sirius.
"Touched a nerve, eh, big brother?" Regulus queried, smirking widely.
Sirius lifted his chin haughtily. "You best go tend to your friend, Reg, before you find yourself unable."
Regulus paused for a moment, fixing Sirius with a contemplative look. Sirius merely narrowed his eyes into a steely glower and Regulus whipped around on his heel.
When Regulus' back was turned and he busied himself with Avery, Sirius slipped his hand behind him, resting it on Marlene's hip. "Shush, baby. They'll be gone in a moment," he whispered quietly.
It was a long while before Regulus and Avery vanished from the darken corridor, when they finally did Sirius carefully wrapped Marlene in his arms, pressing soft kisses to her hair. "I'm sorry, baby. I should have gotten rid of them sooner. I'm so sorry," he crooned, rubbing her back in slow, smooth circles, slightly amazed at how easily the words rolled off his tongue.
Marlene stood in his embrace for a long moment before shaking her head and easing out of his arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't get so upset," she told him quietly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "I mean, really, it's stupid…"
"Hey," said Sirius softly, "It's okay."
Marlene nodded, stepping around him and running her fingers through her messy hair. "I'm just going to go… take a bath, I think."
"Alright." Sirius gave her a smile, wrapping his arm around her tiny shoulders. "I'll walk you up, okay?"
"Yeah," agreed Marlene, her eyes focus on the floor. "That'd be…" Her faint voice was lost in the sound of their footsteps, but Sirius didn't mind. She didn't want to talk and he didn't know what to say, the silence was welcomed wholeheartedly.
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Sirius watched Marlene place a chaste kiss on Remus' cheek before disappearing out of the Gryffindor common room. He smiled. A nice long soak in the prefect's bath would do her some good after tonight's episode in the hall and all the pressure she'd put on herself for N.E.W.Ts. As Regulus' brown eyes swam before his face, Sirius thoughtfully rubbed his chin. He should at least keep an eye out to make sure Marlene and he didn't cross paths.
"Hey, Prongs!" he called over the hubbub of the common room and James' dark hair popped up from behind a couch.
"Kinda busy, Padfoot," shouted James in response as slender fingers weaved into his hair, pulling him back down.
Sirius chuckled. "I just want the map."
"Wormy!" was James' muffled reply as Lily succeeded in bringing his mouth back down to her. Sirius sighed. He'd just have to follow her then.
She was exhausted, that much was obvious as Sirius followed her down the hall. Large yawns were traded in for her regular breathing cycle and she kept rubbing her shoulders and neck as if they ached. She stopped outside the fourth door to the left of the statue of Boris the Bewildered and pressed her forehead against it. "Scrubbing bubbles," she yawned.
Sirius watched her enter and waited for the bolt to click. When it did, he turned to leave. He'd only gone a few steps before turning back around and pressing his ear to the door. When he heard her slip into the water, he whispered, "Alohomoa," tapping his wand to the wood. It opened silently.
Marlene was floating in the hot water of the giant marble bath, one hand grasping the edge with her head resting on her arm to keep her ears out of the water, white frothy bubbles obscuring her body from view. "Hey," breathed Sirius and she chuckled.
"Come to join me?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"Something like that," answered Sirius, removing his tie and stepping out of his shoes. He undressed quickly and slipped into the water beside her. She didn't stir.
Trailing his hand across her stomach and up between her breasts, he moved to cup her head in his hand and pressed his lips to hers softly. Her grip slackened on the edge of the bath and her toes searched for the floor some five feet below her. Sirius chuckled against her lips sliding his hand teasingly up her side and to her arm before guiding it around his neck as she struggled for footing.
Their bodies, both slick with bubbles and water, slid against each other like silk as Marlene held herself up by hooking her arms around his neck. "You're so short, McKinnon," whispered Sirius into her ear as he placed a path of tiny kisses on her skin.
Marlene rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as he peppered her neck with kisses. "No, don't sleep," pleaded Sirius as he nibbled at her earlobe. "Let's get rid of your knots first. You're tense as hell." Marlene moaned her disagreement, but Sirius ignored it.
Slowly he guided her to the swallow end of the bath. "Sit," he demanded playfully.
Marlene looked up at him with pouting lips and pleading eyes as she sat cross-legged on the pool floor, the water reaching just below her shoulders. "Can't we just shag and go to bed?"
"No, come on, McKinnon. You need this," he told her firmly, sitting behind her. He slid his hand up her arms, kissing the nape of her neck. Gently, he squeezed the tense flesh of her shoulders in his large hands and she gasped out. "See?" he mumbled into her hair. "You're all tied up in knots, relax."
Softly, moving his fingers in little circles he worked his way down her neck and between her shoulder blades, slowly working out the knots he came across, whispering, "Breathe, baby," into her ear huskily, every time she started to tense. When he was sure he had coaxed all the painfully tightened knots of muscle to relax, he turned to kneading her shoulders and she moaned softly despite her attempts not to. Sirius refused to release the instinctual possessive groan at her pleased verbal encouragements and focused his thoughts on smoothing her flesh.
As he finished, Marlene slumped back against his chest and Sirius pressed his cheek to her damp hair. "Better?" he whispered gently moving her so she sat beside him, leaning up against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he leaned against the edge of the bath.
Her only response was a hum and Sirius took it for a yes. "Good," he said, tenderly stroking her stomach. He slid his hand up and cupped her breast, tracing small designs with his thumb. Marlene hummed again as the pad of his thumb traveled across her erect nipple. Sirius smiled and moved his other hand to her thigh, draping her leg over his.
"Black," she breathed, reaching up and grasping his neck. "You don't—"
"Shush," he hushed her, moving his hand to her knee and he drew a small design there. Nudging her legs apart his slid a finger into her folds and stroked once. Marlene gasped, her grasp on his neck tightening. "Shush," he whispered into her hair. Moving to her other breast, he paid it the same delicate affections, stroking her every so often, shushing her when she moaned.
She was panting through tears as she gasped, "Please."
Sirius found himself unable to deny her and slipped a finger inside her. Her body arched and her nails dug into him as she gave a loud "hmm."
"Shush," crooned Sirius, holding her to him as he brought her closer to her climax. Her body jerked and writhed as he deliberately held an excruciatingly slow pace.
"I want you, Black," cried Marlene as felt it building within her. "I want you."
He hushed her again. "No, baby, just shush." Adding another finger, he slowed his pace further.
It became a battle of wills as she refused to let herself come without him and he refused to give her what she wanted. Sirius felt his resolve wavering as she begged for him again. "Please, Black," she cried, "please."
Shaking his head, he placed his lips to her ear. "Marlene," he demanded hoarsely and she stopped fighting, "come for me." With a great breath of air, her body arced magnificently and Sirius placed a calming kiss on her neck as her head came to rest on his shoulder.
As she slowly came back down Sirius stroked her stomach, breathing raggedly in her ear. "Good?" he asked.
"Oh, god," was her choked answer.
"I'll take that as a yes."
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"It was Frank Longbottom," said Marlene quietly as she sat up and wrapped a white sheet around her shoulders. Yawning widely, she gazed down upon the picturesque image of an unclothed Sirius Black stretched out across piles of white linen, the soft glow of the candle lit chandelier of the prefect's bath painting his beautiful form in an iridescent light.
He quirked a dark eyebrow and Marlene suppressed the urge to think he appeared to be a Greek god when he did that. Haughty, proud, beautiful.
"The first person I ever slept with," she clarified.
Shaking his head, he took two fistfuls of her sheet and tugged her down to him. "You don't have to tell me that," he informed her before melding their lips together.
She shrugged. "I know." Pausing, she bit her lip. "I just, didn't want you to think that Avery was…"
"So, Frank Longbottom?" interjected Sirius lightly. "Didn't he graduate four years ago? Merlin, you were fourteen?" His eyes widened with shock at the realization.
"No," laughed Marlene. "No. He was one of Mark's trainees. It was last summer."
Oddly, Sirius released a sigh of relief. "Oh."
She snuggled into his chest and yawned again. "We should head upstairs, to bed."
Sirius shook his head. "No, you'll just study. Go to sleep, McKinnon." He felt her smile against his skin.
"Why do you call me baby when I'm upset? Or when we're…" she asked as he toyed with one of her curls.
"I said to go to sleep," was his answer.
"Bla—"
He interjected, "Why don't you call me Sirius? Ever?"
Marlene paused before shrugging. "I don't know. We were never that close… I mean, before we started fucking." He laughed loudly and kissed the top of her head.
"Maybe if you start calling me Sirius, I'll start calling you Marlene instead of baby."
Biting her lip, she lifted her head. "So, you feel awkward calling me McKinnon when I'm upset and we're shagging, so you call me baby?" Tilting her head to the side, she queried, "Do you call other girls baby?"
"No, McKinnon," he murmured, "just you." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he forced her head down. "Now, go to sleep," he ordered.
She obeyed, curling up beside him and yawning once more. Sirius chuckled quietly. "Silly girl."
Endnotes:
1) So, not much really happens in this chapter. It's mostly just to show the passage of time, that N.E.W.Ts have arrived and they'll be leaving school soon. Plus, it gave me an excuse to write some smut. I haven't had much of a chance to do that since Dear Harry wrapped up.
2) Yes, Sirius has become protective as hell over Marley, though he hasn't realized it, yet. What will happen when he does? Well, you'll just have to wait and see. (I feel oh so powerful right now.)
3) Do you think he was lying when her told her she was the only one he called baby?
4) I've started my first ever Draco Malfoy fanfic. Go me! Check it out if you'd like.
5) Thanks for reading! Review if you have the time, please.
