A/N: Someone asked in a review how much time I spend writing, but it was anonymous so I couldn't reply to them directly. Well, here is your answer...I don't have a set time to write or anything like that. I really couldn't average it out for you because I can go four or five days without ever looking at the story, and then spend the next day writing on it for a couple of hours. It all depends on my mood. It doesn't really take that long to write each chapter, though. The updates might be about a week apart, but I'm only writing one or two days out of that time.
On another note...this story was archived in a C2...I was just checking out my stats while I was already in my account just to see if I had any reviews, and lo and behold I find something different instead. Whichever one of you it was that liked this enough to add it to your archive...thanks! It was a welcome surprise.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
It had been a couple of days since Sirius had brought Narcissa and Draco to their hotel room in Rome. He had decided not to go after Lucius Malfoy after all. He still wanted to do so with every fiber of his being, but Alex had made some very valid points about the impossibility of doing it. He'd been able to see that once he'd calmed down (the fist in his face had helped the process along). She still wasn't speaking to him. She wasn't even acknowledging his existence. He didn't know where she disappeared to all the time and he never had a chance to find out. She had completely severed her end of their connection. He would never even know if she was killed since he couldn't feel her at all anyway and she was perfectly alive at the moment.
She came back every once in a while to see Draco. The boy absolutely loved her, and it seemed that his feelings were reciprocated on her part. They would go off in a corner together and talk and play. Draco made her laugh. It hurt Sirius even more than the silent treatment that he couldn't make her happy anymore. For over five years he had been the person she turned to for comfort, love, affection, and even comic relief. Now she wouldn't even look at him. One protective rage in favor of Narcissa and he had managed to push her so far away from him that he didn't know how to even start to get her back. He knew that he was completely in the wrong. Everything was completely his fault and she hadn't done anything to warrant what he had said to her or the way he had treated her. The past two days had been the hardest days he'd had to experience since Azkaban.
By the time he'd managed to pick himself up off the ground – his damaged leg had hindered him horribly – she'd already been gone. He had started to follow her, but at that moment had felt all connection to her severed. He'd almost collapsed right back onto the floor and started sobbing. It was the most horrible feeling he'd ever felt for her to not be in his heart and mind at all times. She'd been there for five years, and just like that she was gone. He hadn't been able to do anything else but go back to bed.
The night was a sleepless one. The pain in his leg was forgotten completely. He didn't even notice it anymore the entire night. His mind was in too much turmoil to recognize anything other than the pain he felt from being left all alone. He had stayed up all night worrying about her. He had wondered if she would ever come back. He'd worried himself literally to the point of being sick that she really would leave him for good. What felt like years – but in reality had only been a couple of hours – passed before he heard scuffling in the living room. He'd leapt out of bed and ran into the room hoping that maybe it was her. It wasn't.
Madam Pomfrey had been hovering over a sleeping Narcissa, apparently trying to decide if she was comfortable or not. She had looked up at him when he came thundering into the room, and her eyes had gone comically wide. She'd wanted to know how he'd managed to get a broken nose. He hadn't even realized it was broken. He had been tight-lipped about what had happened between him and Alex, and the healer had thought better of trying to interrogate him about it. She'd fixed his nose and cleaned up the blood that had poured from it – something he had also failed to notice – then she had given him the potion to get rid of the swelling. She had told him that she couldn't do anything about the two black eyes he was sporting because she had used all of the bruise-healing paste on Narcissa the night before. Sirius hadn't even felt rage at Lucius Malfoy when the subject came up. He didn't even care about the shiners. It was the least he deserved to get.
Now, days later, he was reduced to watching Alex from across the room. She never even spoke to him when they were discussing what to do about the three guests they had. He had even directly asked her several questions, only to have her ignore him and pay all of her attention to the other occupants of the room. They had decided that the three of them would stay until the day after Christmas. Neither Narcissa nor Draco wanted to go home to spend the holidays with Lucius, and Madam Pomfrey had readily agreed to grant them a few days away from the man. They were to floo directly into Dumbledore's office, which was sure to be opened in case Madam Pomfrey tried to either escape or get in touch with the headmaster for help. All three of them had proclaimed that they would tell their story exactly as it had happened, with the exception of Madam Pomfrey willingly going with Sirius Black since that would besmirch her reputation. Even the good publicity that he was sure to get from all three of them did nothing to cheer him up. He and Alex would have to leave immediately after they left since floos could be traced. He didn't know if he would be leaving alone or not. No, there was nothing to be happy about.
In fact, nothing was able to cheer him up anymore. It was Christmas day and he was miserable. He had made sure to get presents for his three guests. Narcissa and Madam Pomfrey were both to receive items that were already kept in one vault of his or another, and Draco's he had gotten through owl order. He had one for Alex, too, but he wasn't sure that he should give it to her now. What it represented was apparently nothing she wanted anymore. So it was with a heavy heart that he rolled out of his cold, half empty bed when he heard the excited voices.
"Merry Christmas, Sirius!" greeted him in three different voices as he walked into the living room. Alex's voice was missing from the greeting, and he looked over to see her glaring at him in contempt from her place in the armchair.
His gaze was torn away from her when Madam Pomfrey's voice demanded his attention, "As Master of the House...er, room, I mean..."
As the mediwitch struggled over her words, Narcissa picked it up, "Sirius, dear, you must decide the agenda for today. Shall we eat first, or, perhaps, attend church?"
Draco made a horrified face behind his mother's back as attending church was mentioned, and Sirius had to fight to keep a straight face. Attending church on Christmas morning had always been a terrible thing to him when he was a child, too. His parents had always forced him to go to services, which were attended by anyone who was anyone in the wizarding world and therefore necessary to keep up appearances as respectable, and then eat a formal breakfast with the family before he was allowed to open presents. Santa Claus had never been a childhood reality to him as his parents thought it was too frivolous and that it would somehow soften him. He had no doubt that Lucius Malfoy had never allowed Draco to believe in Santa Claus either, so he really had no reason to let him open presents first since it wasn't like he thought someone had brought them down the chimney especially for him that morning. Draco, however, had other ideas. He was making wild gestures with his hands and silently mouthing the word "presents" behind his mother's back.
In the end, Sirius decided to give the boy a bit of joy, "Well, I don't see why we can't just open presents first!" at Narcissa's taken aback expression he added, "Come now, dear cousin, you can't honestly say that you want to sit there and stare at your gifts while you eat?"
She was about to retort, no doubt to demand that they follow their family tradition, but Draco beat her to the punch, "Mother, you can't argue! Sirius is in charge!"
Without waiting for anyone else to reply, the boy ran triumphantly for the stack of presents that had accumulated in front of the fireplace. There were no gifts there except for the ones from either Sirius or Alex, but presents were presents and Draco was excited. Narcissa intercepted him just before he went tearing into the pile, "Draco Malfoy, you will sit down and wait like a civilized boy!" That stopped him in his tracks, and his platinum head swivelled around to stare at his mother pitifully before he finally groaned in defeat and moved to sit with Alex in the armchair.
Sirius waited until the other two women were seated comfortably before he stepped forward to hand out the gifts. He knew that Narcissa would demand that they go one person at a time and that the eldest would go first. That's always how it had been done in the Black family. It was a competition to see who could get a person the best gift (though that wasn't an official reason) so they went one person at a time so everyone could see who got what. Children were to be seen and not heard in their family, so they were forced to wait until the end when they could open presents among themselves and any older family members who didn't want to be forced to watch the kids could amuse themselves with something else without being rude. He sent Draco an apologetic and highly sympathetic look as he handed Madam Pomfrey her gift.
The woman looked surprised, "Oh, I didn't expect to get anything!" It was obvious that she was delighted that someone had thought of her, and she turned to read the name on the tag. She turned suspiciously watery eyes up at him, "Oh, you didn't have to, Sirius!"
"You've done a lot for me when you really should have turned me into the Ministry instead. It was the least I could do," he answered truthfully.
The woman opened the package carefully, and Sirius watched Draco fidget restlessly out of the corner of his eye. He could tell that the boy wanted to just teal the healer to hurry up already, but was restraining himself since his mother was there. Finally, Madam Pomfrey got her gift opened to reveal a book. She flipped through a few pages only to see that, contrary to the brand new bindings and paper, the book was handwritten and apparently extremely old if ye olde language was anything to go by. She looked up at him in question.
Sirius smiled, "It might not ever come in handy at your position at Hogwarts, but I figured it would be interesting information for you regardless of whether or not you ever apply it. I had a copy made of every account of every magical illness that anyone in my family ever wrote down. I read through a fraction of them once. There are some things in there that no one in our time has ever even heard of. There are also some pretty funny cures for common afflictions that would get you sued nine ways from Sunday nowadays, but they're interesting to read about nonetheless. Just be sure you don't let just anyone get their hands on it...that's official Black family records you've got there."
Madam Pomfrey's eyes went all misty again, and she smiled at him shakily, "Thank you, Sirius. It's been a very long time since I've received a Christmas present from anyone not on the staff at Hogwarts. You don't know how much it means that you thought of me."
Sirius knew that he would never be able to grace her gratitude with a proper response, so he simply smiled at her. He was just about to turn back to give Narcissa her present when he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked around to see Draco holding out an envelope to him.
"Alex says to give it to Madam Pomfrey," the boy informed him.
Sirius had to fight through the pain in his chest that Alex wouldn't even speak to him enough to tell him something so simple. He took the letter from Draco, all the while hoping that no one noticed his suddenly trembling hand, and leaned over to hand it to the mediwitch. Everyone watched in curiosity as she opened her letter and began to read. The woman's face went through a myriad of different emotions, finally settling for what could only be described as touched.
She nodded her head at Alex, "This is more than enough, dear."
The two women shared eye contact for a moment, and everyone else was left out of the loop. Sirius decided that it must be something intimate for Alex not to just share it with the room in general, and decided that it was best not to pry into such a thing. Draco, however, didn't grasp the full meaning of privacy yet, and was on the verge of asking what the letter was all about.
Sirius cut him off just as his mouth opened by speaking to the boy's mother, "Here's one for you, Narcissa."
The blonde woman accepted the jewel case from him with a mildly surprised look, "Jewelry, Sirius? You know that I don't require such things for you to prove your devotion to me!"
He smiled slightly at her gentle teasing, "Just open it, Narcissa, and then you can decide whether you have any arguments about taking it or not."
She complied by lifting the lid gently. He watched as shock came over her features before her eyes shot to meet his, "Sirius!"
"You've been eyeing it since the first time you saw my mother wear it. It's been passed down through the women in her family for generations, you know. Since she didn't have any daughters, I'm sure she would want you to have it," he explained gently.
"Oh, Sirius, I just couldn't take it!" she exclaimed, "Bellatrix is oldest so she should get it by rights!"
Sirius frowned at the mention of the demented bitch, "Well, I don't like Bellatrix and she'd have no use for it in Azkaban anyway. I want you to have it. You'll appreciate it much more than your sister ever could."
Narcissa eyed the antique necklace for a few moments more. Finally, she breathlessly exclaimed, "Oh, I just love it! I don't know what to say!"
"You don't have to say anything," he informed her with a slight smile before turning to the bouncing boy in the armchair, "Now, Draco, I think you've been waiting long enough."
The boy practically ripped the present out of his hands and was already halfway done unwrapping it before he even had it properly settled in his lap. He shouted in delight as a broomstick was revealed to him. Sirius shook his head ruefully as the boy immediately begged him to enlarge it.
He grinned as he obliged the boy, "I felt bad since your last one has most likely been taken as evidence now. I couldn't just leave a strapping young lad such as yourself without a proper broomstick."
Narcissa had raised an eyebrow at him, "Family jewels are one thing, Sirius, but honestly there was no need to spend a small fortune on the boy!"
"Sure there was," he retorted, "Like I said before, it's my fault he lost his last one." Draco was happily chatting to the room at large about what his new broom could do when Sirius happened to notice another present. He cut off the boy's prattling as he handed it to him, "Here, Draco, Alex got you a present."
He immediately stopped chatting about his broom, and turned wide grey eyes onto Alex, "You got me something?"
"Of course I did," she smiled at him, "Why wouldn't I?"
Draco smiled at her brightly as he tore into the package, but stopped short when he got a glimpse of what was inside. He lifted something out of the box, which allowed everyone else to see, too. It was a mirror.
Sirius immediately caught on, "Where did you find a pair?"
Alex completely ignored his question. Instead, she turned back to Draco, "They're two way mirrors. Now you can see me whenever you want. You just look into the mirror and say my name and I'll be there to talk to you."
"Really?" he asked softly.
"Really," she answered with a nod.
Everyone lapsed back into silence as Madam Pomfrey delved into her book and Narcissa fingered her necklace, still in a bit of shock about receiving it. Sirius and Alex's eyes met, and Sirius was still taken aback at the anger and utter contempt in her gaze. The other two women in the room knew that they were in a fight, and so had been pointedly looking away from them. No one mentioned the fact that neither of them had given the other a present. Well, except for Draco, who apparently just couldn't understand the situation.
It was Alex who caught him before the words fell out of his mouth, "Why don't you go into the other room so we can test the mirrors?"
Draco immediately did as he was asked, and the situation was diffused. Alex didn't meet his eyes again. Even all through breakfast she ignored every attempt he made at talking to her. She only stayed for a few minutes after the meal before she bid everyone goodbye and headed for the door. Sirius followed her out and gripped her arm to stop her from leaving. She stiffened, but didn't pull away.
He let go of her as soon as he thought she might stay, and she turned around to face him. He was taken aback once again by the anger in her eyes, but he knew that he deserved it. He didn't break eye contact as he spoke, ""I'm sorry, Alex. I know that doesn't make up for anything I said, but I am sorry. You deserved to hear that whether you believe it or not."
She didn't respond for long seconds. With a sigh of acceptance, he turned around to let her go, but she finally stopped him with her words, "I know that you're sorry." He turned around hopefully as she went on, "I know that you didn't mean it. I know that you never would have done it...But even knowing all that doesn't make it okay. You thought about it...you said it...you threatened me with it, Sirius. I'm not going to be okay with that."
"I don't expect you to be," he heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "Are you coming with me tomorrow?"
She looked taken aback for a moment, "I...Sirius..."
"Promise me that you will," he cut off her floundering. She stared at him in shock, and he could see the anger welling up in her eyes again. He stopped her from speaking again as he desperately pleaded with her, "I don't expect anything of you, especially not for you to stay with me. I just have to know that you're safe. Promise me that you'll come with me tomorrow just for my peace of mind...even if it's just for long enough to get away from here."
She studied him closely for a few moments, but finally seemed to come to a decision, "I'll come with you tomorrow, but that in no way means you're forgiven."
"I don't ever expect to be forgiven, Alex," he chuckled somewhat bitterly. With that, he turned around to walk back into room. With one last plea of, "Be safe," he disappeared behind the door.
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The bed was cold and lonely. Alex was chillingly reminded of the forty-six days and nights she had spent without Sirius when the whole fiasco with the Potters had happened. She'd never thought she'd spend a single night without him after she got him back, but she couldn't bring herself to be near him right now. She had trusted him more than she'd ever thought it possible to trust someone, and he had shattered her confidence in him. Oh, she still knew without a doubt that he would protect her in any way possible from danger. The question was if he could protect either of them from himself.
The frozen feeling in her chest refused to go away. The moment he'd threatened to give her an order to let him go after Lucius Malfoy a fear had seized her. Did he not realize exactly what he had threatened her with? He had threatened to control her in the same way that any of the other men would have! He, who she had trusted with everything she was and everything she had, had dared to even think about ordering her about like she was no better than Voldemort's whore! And, fuck it all! She'd still been worried about him after he had done it! The one thought in the forefront of her mind had still been stopping him from getting himself killed!
His apology the morning before had, indeed, been something she needed to hear. Not that it in any way helped her get over what he had said, but it did prove that he hadn't really meant a word he'd said about ordering her around. Sirius Black never apologized to anyone whether or not he was in the wrong. Not including that awful time at Godric's Hollow, he'd only apologized to her for real twice. What he had said about not expecting to ever be forgiven had gone a long way in getting himself back in her good graces. She'd seen his face, and he had been truly depressed when he'd said it. He hadn't just said it to get her to feel sorry for him, she was sure of that.
Alex didn't know what she was doing anymore. The first night she had been too scared of what he had implicated to want to be anywhere near him. That and the fact that she didn't want to sit there and watch him go off to his certain death had led her to leave him. It had been several nights since then, and now she wasn't sure why she didn't just go back. They both knew that she wasn't going to forgive him for what he'd said, but they also both knew that she wasn't going to stop loving him. She couldn't sleep without him, couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't go an hour without wanting his opinion on something. She wanted desperately to go back to him, but she wanted even more the assurance that he would never even want to use his position as her lover against her.
The alarm clock went off on the bedside table. She rolled over – noting the emptiness of the bed once more – and turned it off even as stumbled to the floor. She hadn't slept at all and she was exhausted, but she had to get up. Draco was leaving today. He was going back to that monster he called a father. He was going back to a life where he was expected to grow up too soon. In fact, she doubted he'd ever been allowed to be a child at all with a father like Lucius Malfoy. She genuinely liked the boy, and she was going to be there to see him off and say goodbye.
He apparently wanted to say goodbye to her just as much as she wanted to say it to him. He was waiting anxiously by the door when she walked in. No sooner had she opened the door than Draco had his arms around her waist in a desperate hug. She swung the door closed and put her arms around him in return. Narcissa waited several seconds before calling Draco over, saying it was time to go.
The frantic shaking of his head caused Alex some surprise. She kneeled down to his level and met his suspiciously watery gaze, "What's wrong, Draco?"
"I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back home," he declared quietly, "I don't want to leave you or Sirius. You're my friends."
Alex smiled at him, "I don't want you to leave either, but you have to. We'll see each other again, I promise. Until then we can just talk to each other on the mirrors."
Draco looked slightly relieved at both her promise and at the mention of the mirrors, but his voice was still shaky when he spoke, "I still don't want to go back home."
"You have to go home, though," Alex suddenly lit on an idea, "What about Blaise? You can't leave your best friend just because you found two new friends, Draco." The boy talked about his best friend all the time. Every other sentence he uttered had some reference to Blaise.
Her plan worked when Draco's eyes widened, "Oh, I almost forgot about that! I guess I do have to go back then. We still have to practice together and go to Hogwarts together and be on the quidditch team together and pull pranks together and go to Hogsmeade together and..."
"Draco!" his mother cut him off from her place beside the fireplace, "It's time to go, darling."
"We have to go right this second?" the boy asked pitifully.
Madam Pomfrey was the one who answered him, "Oh, yes, we have to go before breakfast starts. We can't disrupt the day, and we'd surely disrupt everyone's schedules if we showed up at any other time."
"How about after dinner?" Draco asked hopefully.
Narcissa had on her best "mom face" as she spoke, "No, Draco, we can't go another day letting everyone worry over us."
Draco took her hand and led her across the room with him. He came to a stop beside Sirius and turned around to hug both of them again as Madam Pomfrey flooed away. Alex was startled when she heard Sirius's voice for the first time that morning, "Go on, Draco. The sooner you go the sooner I can start missing you and send you a gift."
Sirius's words had the desired effect when the boy started laughing. He stepped back from both of them with a half smile, "It has to be a really big present."
Narcissa started to reprimand her son for saying such a thing, but Sirius waved her off. "Oh, it'll be a very big present. You can bet that it'll make Blaise jealous."
Over the course of the last few days it had been determined that Draco wouldn't be able to keep anything a secret from his best friend. They had also been assured by the boy that Blaise would never tell anyone anything. Sirius had decided that it wouldn't matter if the boy did try to rat them out to the Ministry since it wasn't like he would know their location anyway.
Alex hugged Draco one last time and they said their final goodbyes before he stepped into the fireplace and flooed away. Narcissa, who had waited until last in case Draco said the wrong location and she needed to go after him, finally turned to Sirius and wrapped her arms around him. Alex bristled, but quickly fought down the urge to rip the woman away from him. They were cousins, after all, so the woman wouldn't try anything with him.
Not a moment too soon for Alex, they moved apart as Narcissa spoke, "Thank you for everything, Sirius. You've been wonderful."
"It was the least I could do, Narcissa. I couldn't leave you to die," he kissed her cheek and nudged her towards the fireplace, "Your son will only be able to hold off Dumbledore from coming after me for so long." Narcissa nodded and stepped into the green flames. With a nod in Alex's direction, she was gone.
Alex's eye riveted to Sirius as soon as Narcissa was gone. He was already staring at her. Their gazes met and held for several long seconds before he reached out to take her hand, "We should go. I've already got everything."
She didn't speak, but took his hand. Sparks flew between them as soon as their skin touched. It had been too long without physical contact between them. Each of their magic was calling for the other. Neither of them was able to move or look away at the feeling. It was only when a burst of wind came from the fireplace and the flames shot up high that they were torn away from each other's eyes. No sooner had she glanced at the figure coming out of the fireplace than she felt herself being swept up. She knew that Sirius had managed to snap out of his daze enough to teleport them away.
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Alex had known when she had first said it that it was going to be hard to leave him again. As Sirius mechanically separated all of her stuff from his she knew that it would be very hard. She watched him work and he looked as if he was on autopilot. Finally, he turned to look at her with the most mournful look she had ever seen. He motioned to her stuff and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He stared at her for several more seconds with his mouth open ready to say something before he snapped it shut and turned around.
Alex's breath caught in her throat as he turned away from her, and she knew that it would be impossible for her to cause him this much pain when he was so sorry. She stopped him with a whispered, "Sirius..."
He stopped immediately and spun around to face her. He took one look at her pained expression and he had his arms around her. He kissed her hair and her face in between muttered words, "Oh, Love, I'm so sorry. Please don't go. Please give me another chance. I couldn't take it if you left me for good."
"I love you," she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her fully on the mouth.
Their connection flew wide opened as they kissed, and Alex knew that she wouldn't be able to leave again. She could feel how sorry he was, how scared he was. He was so afraid that she was going to walk away. More importantly, she felt how much he loved her. His mouth was hot and hard against hers as she finally gave in and parted her lips to grant him access. The sweep of his tongue against hers snapped her out of her thoughts and made her hyper aware of him.
She pressed herself closer against him, and he groaned. Finally, he pulled his mouth far enough away from hers to whisper, "I want you so bad."
She could feel his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, and there was no other answer to give him except for one. "Then take me," she pushed herself as far up as she could to capture his lips again. Their lips broke apart as he lifted her shirt over her head and shoved her skirt off of her hips. She kicked the garment away and felt the urge to kiss him again, although she was much too short to accomplish it.
Her height dilemma was soon taken care of when he wrapped his arms further around her and pressed his mouth down into hers. She pushed him backwards until he hit the wall, and he picked her up to reach her easier. He only went a few seconds before he spun them around and pressed her back against the wall. Her legs came around him automatically to hold herself up, and now that her hands were free she reached down for his belt buckle. She smiled against his mouth as she finally got his jeans undone...he had an aversion against undergarments.
He broke away from the kiss and groaned at her touch. He literally ripped away the bit of lace separating them and was inside of her before her overloaded mind had time to process what he was doing. She caught on to him as soon as he moved again, and her hands replaced themselves on his shoulders.
Her back being pressed harder and harder into the wall dampened the effect that he had on her, and she managed to bite out, "Couch."
She was looking over his shoulder to see it, and it was the only word she could manage to say at that point. Luckily, his pleasure induced mind managed to process what she had said. He took his hands off of the wall and wrapped them around her back to support her as he turned around and walked the few steps it took to reach the edge of the sofa. The experience was completely new to her, and she sighed into his neck the entire way. When he finally settled them down on the couch, she couldn't help the moan that accompanied the feeling. It only took a few more movements on his part to send her over the edge.
As she came down and became more aware of her surroundings, his heavy pants registered in her mind. She opened her eyes to meet his, and moved her hands from his shoulders to wrap around him instead. She gripped the fabric of his shirt, which had managed to evade removal, and yanked it over his head so she could feel his skin against hers more fully. Even in her hazy, pleasure-laden mind she realized that she was dangerously close to the edge of the couch. The idea struck her immediately, and she smiled to herself even as his movements caused her to moan again.
"Sirius, wait," she bit out finally.
He stopped almost immediately, but his expression was incredulous as he looked at her, clearly demanding that she let him get on with it. While he was distracted with confusion, she used all of her strength to flip him over. He rolled off of the couch, and she followed him happily, landing sprawled on top of him. She didn't wait for him to realize what had happened before she moved against him.
If the ragged groan that was ripped from his throat was any indication, then she knew that he didn't mind the reversal of positions at all. His head was thrown back in rapture, his mouth opened in constant groans and his hair mussed up wildly. Quite suddenly, his hands gripped her hips and forced her down roughly. A scream in the form of his name was torn from her as she came undone again. He growled savagely as he joined her in her euphoria.
The minutes passed by with no recognition from either of them. Finally, a softer groan escaped from his throat, "I like make up sex."
She laughed from her place resting against his sweaty chest, "You'd better never even think about doing what you did again. You won't get sex again ever – of any kind – from me if you do."
"Oh, don't worry," he began rubbing her back, "I'll think of other ways to make you mad. It'll be worth it if this is how we're going to make up."
"Mmmhmm," Alex sighed against his skin, "It was really good."
Sirius suddenly rolled them over so that he was on top. He looked down at her with mischievous eyes, "Want to go again?"
The surprise at his actions was quickly forgotten as she became aware that he was, indeed, ready to have another go. What else could she say to him? She grinned, "Okay."
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A/N: Well, there's the scene to make up for all the other times I've left one out. I really couldn't leave them mad at each other as we move onto the next section...And oh my God, we're finally finished with Part One! Next chapter starts Part Two, which is really the part that I've been waiting for...
