Author's Note: I had sooo much fun writing the last chapter, and I'm glad you all enjoyed it! This one was a lot of fun, too, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it :) Welcome MadMadchen!
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P.S. I own nothing, anything recognizable belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling. I also don't own Bad Company or Grand Funk Railroad.
Chapter 29: A New Start
The morning of New Year's day dawned beautiful and peaceful at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The occupants of Number 12, having exhausted themselves with the festivities of the night before, were quite content to stay warm and asleep until at least noon. All except for one, that is.
At precisely 8:37 am on the morning of January 1st, the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was awoken by the sound of the Muggle rock band Bad Company being blasted through the house, followed shortly by the shrieks of one Mrs. Walburga Black. Remus Lupin, resident werewolf, was soon heard charging down the stairs toward the source of the ruckus only to find a surprisingly alert and cheerful Sirius Black standing in front of his mother's portrait with a pile of bricks beside him and a bucket of mortar in his hand. An old record player sat off to the side.
"PADFOOT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Remus bellowed, his hair disheveled from sleep and his head beginning to throb from the noise and a slight hangover.
"WHAT?" Sirius answered, his head cocked to the side in order to hear his friend.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Remus tried again, this time getting through.
"A BIT OF FAMILY THERAPY!" Sirius shouted back.
"AH!" said Remus, after a moment. "OKAY!"
Remus turned and headed into the kitchen, not really capable of arguing the point until he'd had a cup of coffee and a hangover potion. Finding the potion in the cupboard under the sink like usual, he drank it down, immediately feeling the effects, then went to work on making coffee. He was soon joined by Molly who seemed to be having a hard time restraining herself from hexing the raven-haired wizard in the front hall.
"What on Earth does that man think he's doing?" she demanded, hands on her hips and glaring at Remus as though it was his idea.
"I honestly don't know, Molly. He just said 'family therapy'. I thought it best not to question him yet," Remus said.
"What is all that racket?" Hermione asked, entering the kitchen with Ginny, the boys not far behind.
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," Remus said, sitting down with a steaming mug. "I've made coffee."
"And I love you for it," said Tonks, stumbling in and heading straight for the coffee pot. "If I'd known he was going to wake us up at this ungodly hour, I wouldn't have bought all that shit for him."
"Hmm? You bought Sirius bricks and mortar? What for?" Remus asked, now truly confused.
"Well, I don't know, do I? He wouldn't tell me. Just gave me a list a couple of days ago and asked me to pick a few things up for him," Tonks said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"He's building a wall to brick in his mother's portrait," said Jeannie from the doorway. All heads turned her way.
"You knew about this?!" Remus asked, incredulous.
"I didn't know he was going to make a spectacle of it on New Year's morning and wake us all up, but yeah, I knew about it," she said.
"I suppose New Year's fits," said Tonks thoughtfully. "New year, new beginnings and all that."
"So this is his big idea for getting rid of Mrs. Black?" Hermione asked.
"Actually this was my idea," Jeannie said. "His idea was to turn into Padfoot, lift his leg and take a big piss on her. He thought that might shock her into silence."
"I'm glad you talked him out of that," Remus said. "But you really should have known he would make a 'spectacle' of it. Making spectacles is one of Sirius' favorite pastimes."
Jeannie just shrugged and shook her head.
"Couldn't he have at least picked less offensive music?" Molly asked rhetorically, as the lyrics to Feel Like Making Love wafted in from the hall.
"Actually, Molly," said Remus, snickering. "In terms of Sirius' musical tastes, this is about as tame as you get."
"Where did he get the music, anyway?" asked Jeannie.
"I nicked it from your place," Tonks replied.
Jeannie snorted, then took out her wand and conjured herself two pairs of earmuffs. Putting one pair on, she grabbed the other pair, poured two cups of coffee (one for her and one for Sirius), and made her way to the front hall. Sirius was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of his mother's portrait, bobbing his head to the music and completely ignoring Walburga's tantrum. The bucket of mortar was in front of him and he had what looked to be a Muggle home-improvement guide in his hand, showing him the correct was to mix the mortar and how to check it's consistency.
He was so engrossed in his manual, he didn't sense Jeannie walk up to him, and started violently when she nudged his arse with her foot. He smiled broadly at her when she handed him his coffee and mouthed 'thanks, love' when she placed the ear muffs over his ears. She hadn't made them completely sound poof, just muffled them enough so that he could still hear his music without bursting his ear drums. Leaning down, she gave him a swift kiss on the lips, turned his manual over (since he'd been reading it upside-down), then took a seat on the stairs to watch the master at work.
By the time lunch rolled around, Sirius had erected nearly three feet of brick wall. He'd summoned one of the chairs from the kitchen, transfigured it into a stool and was steadily moving higher and higher up his mother's portrait, making the stool taller at regular intervals. The kids and Remus had joined Jeannie in 'Sirius watching', and there was now a group of chairs at the foot of the stairs and cushions on the stairs themselves so that everyone was comfortable. Remus had convinced Sirius to turn the music down some so that the walls would stop vibrating to the bass, and Jeannie had never seen Sirius in such a good mood.
The handsome fugitive sat on his stool, bobbing is head to the music and occasionally singing along, completely unperturbed by the foul insults coming from his mother. Every nasty comment thrown his way was swiftly answered by a suggestive song lyric, which only served to infuriate Walburga further. It was truly a sight - Sirius on his stool, trowel in hand, happily slapping mortar in between layers of brick and the painting slowly getting swallowed by the new wall. Bits of mortar had landed on his clothes and some had even traveled into his hair in his enthusiasm.
"Moony," Sirius called over the music.
"Hmm?"
"Make me a sandwich, will you?"
"Sure," Remus replied, putting down his own sandwich to make one for Sirius. They had brought a small table into the front hall in order to have lunch there so they could watch the wall's progress and filled it with chips, crackers, sandwich makings, pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Slapping together a sandwich, Remus levitated it up to Sirius, who put down his trowel momentarily to take a bite.
"Fanks," Sirius said, his mouth full of food. Remus also charmed a bottle of butterbeer to hover near Sirius as the raven-haired man, having exhausted Jeannie's collection of Bad Company, started singing along with Grand Funk Railroad.
Arthur had, of course, found the entire situation irresistible and had spent a good couple of hours looking through Sirius' home-improvment manual and asking questions about everything from what the bricks are made of to how long it took the mortar to set to what the mortar itself was made of. He'd even asked to have a go with the trowel, which Sirius agreed to, and promptly covered himself with the binding agent. Molly had only to raise a single eyebrow at him before he handed the tool back to Sirius and followed his wife into the kitchen to clean up. This Sirius found highly amusing.
It took the rest of the afternoon and the early part of the evening for Sirius to finish his wall, but he stayed happy and cheerful throughout the process. The same could not be said about his mother, however, who continued to rant and rave and insult anyone within her eyesight, particularly Sirius. It got worse once she realized what was going on. Having nothing but contempt for anything and everything Muggle, it wasn't until Sirius (rather gleefully) explained to her exactly what he was doing that she put two and two together and understood the presence of the bricks and mortar.
Late that night, after everyone had eaten and gone to bed, Sirius and Jeannie headed up to his bedroom. He was still caked in mortar and brick dust, so he gave Jeannie a kiss and told her he was going to take a quick shower before climbing into bed. They'd been sharing a bed since Jeannie's mishap at Malfoy Manor, but Sirius had stayed a gentleman the whole time, mindful of her injuries. It hadn't been too difficult - after all, he had always preferred his companions to be conscious and not in pain. Today, however, Jeannie had seemed vibrant and healthy for the first time in at least a week, and on top of wanting to wash off the construction dirt, Sirius thought that a nice wank in the shower would do him a lot of good.
Sirius took his time in the shower, almost wanting her to be asleep by the time he got out, and when he stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist, he felt sure he'd succeeded. He was wrong. Jeannie had watched him walk into the bathroom, had listened to the water turn on, had heard his breathing change as he pleasured himself, and had decided that she wanted release as well. She had originally planned to seduce him on Christmas, but she'd ended up bloody and unconscious, so she felt the first day of the new year was the next best thing. Way to start the year off right, she thought.
Sirius used his wand to dry his hair, opened the bathroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. The lamps in his room had been dimmed, but only enough to enhance the beauty of the naked woman sitting in the middle of his bed. Sirius blinked and, despite having had a very nice orgasm not ten minutes before, felt himself harden again at the vision. Jeannie sat in the very middle of his bed, her legs in front of her but bent at the knee, her back straight and her hair tousled slightly. Sirius' mouth watered as they looked at each other.
"You took your time," she said, her voice husky.
"Sorry," he croaked.
"That's alright, you can make it up to me," she replied, extending her hand in his direction and beckoning him. Sirius closed the distance between them before he even realized he'd moved. Standing beside his bed, he watched in wonder as Jeannie raised herself onto her knees and faced him.
"How's your back?" he asked her, his eyes hungry as they traveled over her flawless skin.
"Not sore at all," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. He went willingly, parting her lips and slipping his tongue inside to duel with hers. She gave as good as she got, neither dominating nor surrendering, and it only served to fuel his fire. Sirius ran his hands down her sides to her hips and around to grip her arse and pull her closer. When she was flush against him, she could feel his hardness and she ground into it. Sirius groaned into her mouth and broke the kiss.
His eyes searched hers. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly. "I know it sounds stupid, but I need to hear it. I need to hear that you want me - here, now, like this."
Jeannie took his face in her hands. "I want you, Sirius Black, right here, right now, any way and every way that I can have you," she said, slowly and deliberately.
"That'll do," he said, swooping in again. He bucked against her when he felt her hands pulling his towel away. It dropped to the floor and they were skin to skin completely for the first time. Sirius felt as though he needed more hands, he wanted to feel all of her at once and she apparently felt the same, rubbing her body against his like a cat - he even thought he heard her purr, though that could have been his imagination.
For her part, Jeannie was in heaven. There was no denying Sirius was a man. Hard angles, strong muscles, and large hands that were sure to leave the most delicious bruises in the morning. She loved it - the way he growled when she ran a hand down his chest and flicked a nipple, his goatee scratching her neck as he nuzzled and nibbled his way down to her shoulder, the way he bit down on her shoulder when she wrapped her fingers around his erection.
Finally, it was too much. Jeannie fell back against the bed and brought Sirius down with her. They playfully tangled themselves together for a while before Sirius found himself kneeling between her legs and gazing down at her. She looked strong, but soft and so... welcoming. There was no judgement in her gaze, only acceptance and desire.
"Have you set up a silencing charm?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Locking charm?"
Another nod.
"Contraception charm?"
Nod.
"Devious little minx."
Nod and smirk.
"You know I'm not going to last two minutes."
Laugh. "You're not going to last thirty seconds. Take me," she said, reaching for him again.
Sirius swallowed and lay over her, kissing her again as she ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He reached between them and lined himself up, the tip of his cock coming into contact with hot, wet woman for the first time since 1981, then braced himself above her and pushed in. His head dropped to her shoulder as her body yielded to his intrusion and he groaned at the sensation. There was nothing in the world that compared with being inside a woman. She was wet and hot and tight and he grit his teeth against an imminent release.
Jeannie wrapped her arms around him as he panted, enjoying the feel of that first thrust. There was nothing in the world like having a man inside her, especially one like Sirius who literally defined animal magnetism. He was raw and real and uncompromising and she felt a womanly pride at being the one to break his dry spell. Raking her nails down his back, she moaned as he began to move. His thrusts were erratic and sloppy, but filled with passion and need and it fed her arousal.
"Baby, I can't - I have to - ahhh," he ground out, quickening his pace.
She brought her mouth to his ear. "Take me, Sirius. Take what you need from me," she said, telling him it was okay to lose control.
The words were hardly out of her mouth before the dam broke. Suddenly Sirius was a growling, panting, thrusting animal above her and all she could do was hang on for the ride. Slipping a hand down to where they were joined, she worked herself, her fingers and his cock doing marvelous things to her body. Despite knowing he wasn't going to last long, she wanted to come with him, so she doubled her efforts, rubbing her clit furiously while listening to him chanting sounds of pleasure in her ear.
When he felt her flutter around him the first time, he reared back and locked eyes with her, sweat beading on his forehead and his grey eyes hard as steel as he pounded into her. There was a rushing in his ears, but her moans pierced through it and spurred him on. Looking down, he saw her pleasuring herself and he had to meet her eyes again or he'd come just from that sight alone. It was a good thing that he'd already come once that night, because he was able to hold out longer than thirty seconds, but only just, and it was all her fault.
With a cry, Jeannie threw her head back and arched her body, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a vise and that was it. Sirius bit down hard on her neck as he came, exploding into her hot depths as his hips bucked violently. His whole body seized up, every muscle contracted and he let out a noise that was completely inhuman. He collapsed on top of her as the aftershocks rippled through him, his hips still rocking into her mindlessly, too spent to even roll to the side. Luckily, she was ready for that and, using her skill as an athlete, managed to roll them both over so she was on top while somehow keeping him inside her.
Sirius' arms and legs flopped bonelessly onto the bed making Jeannie chuckle breathlessly against his heaving chest as she flattened herself on top of him and breathed him in. He had been clean after his shower, but now he smelled like sex. Sex and her. She liked it.
"Fuck, baby," he said hoarsely, bringing a hand up and running it through her hair. Turning her head, she licked his wrist, tasting the salt of sweat and something else that was entirely Sirius. Kissing the inside of his wrist, she turned her attention back to his chest. Lean and decorated, Sirius Black's chest was a dream. Using her fingers and tongue, she traced a few tattoos, feeling the vibrations as he hummed appreciatively at her actions. Working her way over to a nipple, she circled it, then sucked on it hard, earning a hiss as his fingers tightened in her hair.
"Baby, I would love to accommodate you," he said, "but that's my second time tonight. I'm gonna need a few minutes."
Jeannie lifted her head to look at him. "I know, I'm just enjoying you in the meantime," she said, gently rocking her hips on the softened cock that was still stuffed inside her. It twitched slightly, but nothing more.
Sirius grinned and raised his arms, tucking his hands behind his head. "Be my guest," he said.
"Thank you," she said with a smirk, and went back to her task. She licked and bathed, traced and teased, every so often tightening her inner muscles around him to check his readiness (since she fully intended to have him again that night), and flicking her eyes up to his to see him watching her every move with a predatory gaze. When she'd gotten him hard again, she sat up and began riding him torturously slowly, filling herself again and again and watching his eyes darken with lust as he brought his hands up to play with her breasts, then moved them down to her hips to guide her.
Soon the slow pace wasn't enough, and she started bouncing on him in earnest, chasing her second orgasm. Sirius helped, holding her hips where he wanted them and thrusting up into her on her every downstroke. Sitting up, he braced one hand behind himself while reaching into her hair with the other and pulling her to him for a kiss. She moaned, frustrated, into his mouth, so he flipped them, hooking his arms behind her knees and folding her nearly in half as he set a punishing pace. It was clear to him that this was how she liked it.
"Sirius, uh - " she panted. "Sirius, I'm close... so close... please... "
"Come on, baby," he growled at her. "Come for me!"
And she did. Clamping down on him again, her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed his name. Lights flashed behind his eyes as she pulled his own orgasm from him. Sirius threw his head back and moaned loudly as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Pulling out of her finally, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him and pulling her close. They panted together as they regained their breath, and Sirius stroked her hair, pushing sweat-soaked strands away from her face.
Lifting her head, she kissed him sweetly. He rolled onto his back and tucked her into his side, running his fingers along her shoulder and arm. Her hands traveled all over his torso before wrapping listlessly across his waist as her breathing began to even out. They had successfully exhausted themselves and were only too happy to welcome the sleep that swiftly overtook them.
Author's Note: Finally! I know, long time coming! How did you like it? Please review!
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