Chapter Title from "Gold Dust Woman" by Fleetwood Mac. Rated MA - smut warning. Lite Padfoot kink. Because this one is kind of "hate sex-ish," I would say it probably comes across as the most offensive chapter besides the dub-con scene. But it does offer a lot of insight into Sirius's current mental state and sets up for some of the healing developments that you'll see in Book Two. (Yes, there is a Book Two! Don't fret, Sirius fans!)

The sun was creeping in the highest floor window of Grimmauld Place when Sirius Black finally stumbled to bed, his belly full of the breakfast they'd hastily prepared upon Molly's 5:10 a.m. return from St. Mungo's. Arthur was going to be fine— just needed a few more days to stop the bleeding, since Nagini's venom apparently contained a strong anti-coagulant. They'd all decided to try for a few hours of sleep before lunchtime, then Molly, Harry, and the Weasley kids planned to visit the hospital for the afternoon. Sirius knew that was the opportunity to get some conversations out of way with Rhiannon, as much as he dreaded it.

As soon as she had went to bed hours ago, Sirius turned to Harry for clarification on his "snogging" comment. Harry relayed a story about the Yule Ball and how Rhiannon and Snape had shocked everyone by making out publicly on the dance floor. According to Harry, Snivellus had taken the blame on himself, claiming he'd forced himself on her, but Harry admitted that to him it looked like Rhiannon was the forceful one. Sirius knew her— he wasn't surprised by such boldness, though her choice of a target floored him. And he knew her well enough to know that if they were snogging, they were also shagging. But of course he didn't tell Harry that; he'd simply poured himself another glass of firewhisky and spent the remainder of the wee morning hours in silence.

Sirius laid beside her, stripped down to his boxers. He'd swallowed a draught to help his hangover headache after breakfast, but he still needed to sleep it off. Rhiannon was in a more modest nightgown than she usually chose— white cotton, fitted more like a man's shirt. Her hand lay on his pillow, his ring staring at him like a joke. Her legs were bare and dared his hand to find them.

Did it matter if she'd slept with the git? Did it change anything sexually at all for the two of them now? She was still there for two weeks, her skin was just as soft, her lips just as delicious, her pussy still wet and tight and better than the sad, empty nothing he'd had since September. Of course he couldn't marry her, but he'd known that deep down anyway once Remus had broken the news to him weeks ago, despite his ego needing to blast some false bravado.

Sirius knew he was rationalizing but didn't really care. He'd been through enough in his life that he deserved the chance to be reckless. He moved one leg over hers and slipped an arm around her, his chest crashing to hers and his mouth against her ear.

"How many times did you fuck him?" Sirius whispered in a raspy voice before biting down on her earlobe and digging his nails like claws into her behind.

Rhiannon's eyes flew open with zero shock or surprise, locking to his, ready to play the game. "Fewer than I fucked you."

"Mmm, I see." His hand invaded her nightshirt, gripping her breast so tightly she winced. "So who's bigger?"

"Really, Sirius?"

"It's a natural question."

"No, actually it's not. The way you two behave about each other, I'm wondering if you should just fuck and leave me out of it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Severus and I had a huge fight days before I came here because he got off to a memory he stole of me sucking your cock," she answered stiffly.

Sirius's face broke out into a laugh and he tried to ignore he how turned on he got from hearing that bit of information. "Well, I guess Snivellus already knows who's bigger then. Come on, clue me in."

"I don't want you calling him that anymore."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "What, are you like in love with him now?"

Rhiannon didn't answer.

"Fuck, you are." He raked his hand through his hair, trying to imagine how the hell anyone could feel anything but contempt and disgust for that greasy monster. "So did you get off too?"

"What?"

"When he saw you sucking me off, did it make you come too?"

"Sirius, stop! God, what is wrong you the two of you?"

"It's just sex. We're men. We like porn. What do you expect?"

"That is almost word for word what he said. You two are creepy as hell."

"Too bad I can't do that damn mind reading thing," Sirius continued. "I might find a good installment of 'Professor Snape and his Whore' to enjoy while I take care of this massive problem." He shifted his hips forward and poked further into her leg so hard he was sure it would leave a bruise.

"You are such a dick," Rhiannon breathed, but there was a fire in her eyes that told him she was enjoying herself.

"Speaking of— answer the question."

"You."

Sirius grabbed her hand and laced her fingers around his shaft, now fully emerged from his boxers. "You sure about that?"

"But not by much."

Sirius smirked. "I guess I'll take that. It's all in what you do with it anyway, right? Care to reminisce on what I can do with mine?"

Rhiannon nodded, biting her lip.

And with that they were down the rabbit hole, totaling eschewing conversation and feeling in favor of raw lust and passion. Sirius could think of worse things.

"Actually," he murmured between ravages of her mouth, "I'm not really in the nostalgic mood. Let's try something new. On your hands and knees."

Rhiannon moved to obey him, but Sirius stopped her long enough to lift the nightshirt away, licking his lips when he saw her nakedness for the first time in over three months. Such perfection was almost worth sharing her if he had to. Almost.

Once she was in position, his hand came up to slap her beautiful arse before slipping her panties down. Rhiannon didn't even flinch.

Of course she didn't— she's Snape's whore, he thought. The prick probably beats her senseless.

"Do you like that?" Sirius asked her, just for confirmation.

Rhiannon glanced at him over her shoulder. "Does it matter?"

Sirius sighed. "Of course it matters. I'm not some Death Eater. I want your consent."

He saw the glimmer of a smile appear at the corner of her mouth and his heart warmed, to his disappointment. He'd been hoping to keep this cold and strictly physical, but it just wasn't his style.

"You have my consent to do as you wish, Padfoot," Rhiannon responded.

Sirius chuckled. Of course the minx would go there, when he had her on her hands and knees. She was the queen of games and kink. Gods, he was going to miss her.

He came on his knees as well, licking a line from her wet opening to her clit and back down again, tongue splayed flat against her to give in to her little game, listening to her moan. She tasted divine, and Sirius wanted to lap at her for hours, to make her come over and over.

"Did you do the silencing charm?" Rhiannon reminded him.

"No, when I first came up here I thought I was going to sleep," Sirius said with a laugh, casting it quickly, though he was pretty sure those last few moans of hers had trickled downstairs.

"Sleep? With me in your bed? Silly Padfoot."

"What next, love? Shall I lick you or mount you? I'm at your command."

"Mount me and make me feel every inch of you," she replied.

Sirius's cock twitched at her words and he wasted no time lining himself up, his hands grasping her hips into position as he began to ram her. He moved with the force of everything he felt— love, hate, anger, jealousy, confusion. His voice lowered itself into incoherent growls, for the benefit of her game but also instinctual— something he would normally suppress but she seemed to love it, gasping his Animagus name breathlessly as he plowed her from behind. His release came quickly, being so many months without her, but luckily hers did as well, the tremors of pleasure feeding off of one another as they reached climax together.

Sirius backed out and flopped back on his mattress, his chest rising up and down as struggled to catch his breath. He stared at her beautiful pussy dripping with his juices and smiled, grabbing her hips and pulling her back with him. Lifting the covers over them, he kissed the top of her head and pushed her down to his chest, ecstatic that things were right again, even if just for that moment, for this one sleep, until they woke up and had to figure out what came next.

"My potions are back in the dungeon," Rhiannon told him quietly. "We left so quickly I couldn't get them."

"Hmm?" Sirius replied. "Oh, those. Don't worry about it."

"Excuse me?" she laughed.

"I mean there are worse things than little Padfoots. Or is it Padfeet?" He locked eyes with her and grinned, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I have a career, Sirius."

"A career made up by the Order," he reminded her. "Subject to change I'm sure as circumstances require. Plus isn't successful magical child-rearing part of your whole deal? It will be some real-world experience. Win-win."

Rhiannon play-punched him. "Nice try, but I can't be in the classroom all day with a baby on my hip."

"I'll take care of little Paddy."

Rhiannon rolled her eyes. "Did you create some new spell to produce milk?"

Sirius made a face. "For someone raised as a No-Maj you're pretty dense. Muggles have all kinds of solutions to this problem. Pumps, formula, bottles. I got this."

"I didn't realize you were so well-versed in Muggle parenthood." Her thumb toyed with his mustache playfully and she smiled.

"You're honestly one of the few witches I've ever been with," Sirius admitted. "I spent most of my time before Azkaban hanging out in Muggle households, when I wasn't with Moony, Prongs, and that damn Wormtail. You'd be surprised how much random useless Muggle crap I know. Not that this is useless," he added. "I'm serious. We should do this."

"I know you're 'Sirius'," she giggled. "But you're also crazy. I have to marry Snape. I can't have your baby right now."

"You have to marry Snape, or you want to marry Snape?"

Rhiannon took a deep breath. "Both."

Sirius rolled his eyes and flipped over, even more exhausted now.

"Wait a minute, calm down," she scolded him, rubbing his back. "I'll tell you exactly what I told him. I love you both. I always will. No matter whose name is on some certificate or whose baby winds up inside me. Whether you two can live with that or not is up to you."

"I can't," Sirius supplied without hesitation.

"And that's fair. Then clearly you need to procure some contraceptive potion within the next few hours."

"Can't your Potions Master get you on some more permanent shit?"

Rhiannon laughed. "You're so crude. What happened to the perfect gentleman I met over the summer?"

"He got fucked over by a Death Eater whore, so you get the real me now, baby. Hardened Azkaban criminal, at your service."

She sighed. "So what are we then?"

"Rhiannon Aspenfell and Sirius Black. A witch and wizard who have to share this bed for the next two weeks because Grimmauld Place is fresh out of bunks. We're going to enjoy it— sending for your potions supply of course— then you're going to go back to your other lover and your new job and eventually get married. I'm going to stay here as long as I can stand it, for the Order's sake, then I'm going to leave the wizarding world and find a Muggle girl to put up with my miserable mug and fuck me until I croak. Sound like a plan?"

Rhiannon shrugged. "I suppose that's really the only option."

So the next two weeks became exactly that.