As he lay in bed, the bathroom light on again for the third time in the past hour as Harry emptied his squashed bladder, Sirius thought that this day had to be the most he and Harry had connected in months.
He rolled over and tried to sleep, but found he couldn't with the damn light in his eyes. He wondered what was taking Harry so long and slowly lifted himself out of the warm bed.
He frowned as he looked at the empty bathroom before his eyes went down to the pile of material lying in the middle of the blue bath mat. He picked it up. An oversized Vratsa Vultures T-shirt, that had once belonged to him, clearly with a temporary enlarging charm around the middle and to Sirius's amusement, not shock (he'd known Harry too long for that), a pair of bright pink, flowered panties. He left those on the floor.
He held the shirt close and sniffed the air, finding a familiar scent on it. The smell of Harry's unusual lemon soap, the Brazil nuts he'd been craving lately, of his own body still lingering on it. Sirius knew why Harry had been wearing his clothes over the past few months, but only then truly understood how much Harry had missed him.
Walking quickly, he dropped the T-shirt on the stairs.
Harry missed him.
He was outside. Sitting at the little table in the moonlight overlooking the village, his hair once again a vibrant red. Sirius approached him and he didn't even turn.
"I wondered how long it would take you." He said simply and not for the first time, Sirius wondered how he did that.
"Why didn't you just ask?" Sirius said as he sat in the chair next to him. Harry turned and grinned at him.
"What'd be the fun of that?" They sat in silence for a few more moments staring at the sky.
"Sirius is bright tonight." He pointed to the star.
"Which one?" Harry laughed and leant back in the chair, a hand on his massive stomach. Sirius placed his own hand on it. Neverin the entirepregnancy did Sirius think Harry wouldget this big. In fact, he'd never imagined Harry anything other than tiny throughout theirrelationship. But as he looked over him again, he found that he loved the way he looked now just as much, if not more."Seems like all three."
"So the name's finalised then? Even if it's nothing like me." Sirius said and Harry laughed again.
"More of how is he not like you? He keeps me up all night because he won't keep still. He's stubborn." Harry ticked off the things on his fingers before he looked down at the table and the plate in front of him. "They say that you can tell the father from the cravings…"
"I wasn't ever aware that you had much of a sweet tooth."
"I don't. Or at least I didn't until he developed your taste for anything sugary." Harry looked wistfully at the cake before gripping the armrests of the chair and pulling himself to his feet. He stumbled and Sirius caught a hand on his back and steadied him.
He approached the poolside and a moment later, shrugged off his dressing gown, letting it fall to the bricks behind him. Sirius whistled and he turned his head smiling.
Having to get up every two or so hours to go to the bathroom and then dealing with the baby kicking for about another before he could sleep again had also taken it's toll and their were bags under his eyes, his skin was pale and the extra hormones running through his body had made his hair flat and it hung limply around his face.
But Sirius had meant exactly what he'd told Harry earlier. In his opinion, the only time Harry had been so gorgeous was on their wedding night, lying on the king-size bed in his dress with a glass of champagne in hand and a nervous but eager look on his face.
But that was beautiful in a whole different way…
"Shit that's cold." He hissed as he lowered himself in.
"Then get out. It's called logic." Harry ignored the jibe.
"Come on, get in."
"No thanks." He saw the pleading look on Harry's face then realized he was completely naked and needed no more convincing as he stripped off his own pyjamas and dove in. Harry laughed and as he went deeper, let out an erotic groan. Sirius looked at him wide-eyed.
"Stop staring at me like I'm a nutcase. My back hurts and the cold water helps." Sirius swam over and wrapped his arms round him from behind, pulling him close and kissing his neck.
"So Goddamn sexy." He mumbled incoherently and Harry shuddered. "Still like my new bride..."
"And still like my new husband… except maybe a bit older and, wiser." His eyes had a strange twinkle in them.
"You do realize that even if you hint at wider, I've had a traumatic enough day to start crying."
"When have I said something like that? Is it me to even hint at it?" Sirius shook his head and held him closely. "Embrace what you have. If you wish for things you don't have, you'll never be happy."
"Now it's things like that that remind me of what made me fall in love with you in the first place." Sirius said.
Looking at the people glaring at him, Sirius stumbled over the step as his younger boyfriend dragged him onto the dance floor. He looked different from how Sirius had seen him before though he couldn't really describe how. His hair was loose around his face and gave his face a more, vibrant look.
The slow song started and Sirius instinctively wrapped his arms around his body and pulled him close. Harry didn't seem to mind and put his head against his chest, smiling contentedly and moving slowly with Sirius to the music.
"So your name's Harry then?" Harry nodded slowly. "Harry…" He tried it on his tongue slowly, making Harry smile.
"And now you'll have to tell me yours, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome." He laughed quietly. Harry looked up at him.
"Do I have to?" Harry nodded slowly. "It's Sirius, Sirius Black." Sirius blushed deeply.
"Sirius? It's unusual."
"My family had this thing for naming us after constellations or stars. Stupid really…"
"I don't think so, I like it." He said smiling at him softly. "Sirius Black."
"Harry Potter." A content silence passed over them; similar to their first kiss three days ago outside the restaurant they'd had dinner at. Both had been laughing over something when their eyes had met and they just stopped. Harry, still clutching his white handbag in one hand, had thrown the other arm over Sirius's neck. They'd craned their necks, one standing up on his toes despite the high heels and the other leaning down, and turned their heads.
It might sound like a cliché, but fireworks had gone off in front of them and it had nothing to do with Bonfire Night five nights before.
Turning around, Sirius looked up from Harry, who'd closed his eyes, still resting against his chest. He once again saw the people he once considered friends, all three still giving him death glares. Harry noticed him tense but didn't open his eyes.
"Don't worry about them."
"So they haven't told you about things from school?"
"They've tried. I don't care. It was a long time ago and you don't seem like that to me."
"I swear I've changed since then, I just don't want them to scare you off."
"Nobody's scaring me off, I promise." He said and opened his eyes, moving his head off Sirius's chest and being held in his arms instead. Sirius frowned worriedly. He reached up a hand and touched Sirius's cheek, stroking it lovingly.
"I see it this way… They can do all they want. Tell stories and lies to both of us. But in the end, it's our relationship; it's not about them. It's about us and it's our choice to live in the past or ignore it all and hope for a future." It was then as he stared into his eyes that the words slipped out.
"I love you." He thought Harry was going to run away from him for a few seconds, but instead he just smiled back, blushing and looking down.
"I love you too." Sirius's hand lifted his chin gently and looked into his eyes, leaning forward and kissing him. For the first time in his life, Sirius found he didn't regret saying those words…
Taking off his shoes and tie, Sirius looked up at sound of a glass tapping against something and felt immediately glad that they'd waited until now. Harry was still in his dress. The years of dancing and daily morning jogging had given him a toned body easily envied and he'd opted for a figure-hugging gown made of white silk. His arms were bare up to his wrists, with lace white gloves covering his small hands, one of which held a glass of champagne to his lips.
"Hmm, how does that rhyme go? Something yellow?" Harry laughed.
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Nothing with yellow."
"What do you have that's old?" Sirius asked, using it as excuse to look over Harry's gorgeous figure.
"I have you." Sirius gave a look of mock hurt before getting down onto the bed next to him, leaning on his elbow and taking the champagne glass for a drink.
"New?" Harry took his hand and put it on his leg, feeling under his dress and putting it on a piece of material but Sirius couldn't figure out what it was.
"Does this count?" He saw the confusion. "Look if you want."
Long robes or stockings while dancing had always covered Harry's legs and Sirius didn't realize until that moment that he'd never really seen them. His eyes slowly admired them all the way from high-heeled feet, lifting the dress higher, until his eyes stopped on the piece of lace. A dainty little white garter sitting, almost tauntingly, on his thigh.
Running his hand along it curiously, he looked up at Harry's face. He obviously thought he'd done the right thing and Sirius didn't disagree as he let it go and moved his hands further up Harry's thighs, rubbing the outside slow and erotically.
"Don't you like it?" Harry asked and Sirius looked up from his pleasure before touching the garter again, pulling it and letting it snap back against his leg.
"I love it, that's why I'm leaving it on a bit longer." He said as Harry jerked at the sudden sting. Sirius meanwhile went back to work at the treasure in front of him, taking pleasure in the small groan from his bride. Hitching the dress up around Harry's hips, he let out an 'ooooh!'
"You went all out with this, didn't you?"
"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with what's in them." He said and like with the garter, Sirius touched the front of the white knickers, making Harry shiver.
"I can't believe it…"
"What?"
"We actually did. We actually went through with it all and…we did it." Harry didn't open his eyes and gave Sirius a smile as he leant closer into his arms, his chest still moving slowly as he caught his breath back. The style he'd had his hair up in for the wedding had been taken out beforehand and it hung in his face, looking as dishevelled as the rest of him, sticky with sweat and the smudged and running make-up on his face.
"Yes, we did." He said simply and opened his eyes to look into his new husband's face.
"I didn't expect him to turn up." Harry didn't mention the conversation that had happened two weeks before.
"Is he turning you against me now as well? Told you to ignore me?"
"No, that's my decision. You asked me to choose between my relationship with you or my engagement to him."
"And what did you choose?"
"The wedding's in a week."
Harry's hand brushed against his upper arm, the long nails leaving his skin tingling.
"Let's not think about him now. It's our night." His eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Just about us…" Sirius whispered before kissing him again deeply.
Harry merely smiled sheepishly, lying against his husband's chest.
"You're going back to work tomorrow, right?" Sirius nodded. "Can I go down to the village?" Sirius sighed.
"Listen, it's dangerous for you to go alone..."
"That's why I won't. Opal's not working tomorrow. She'll come with." Harry looked at him hopefully, almost desperately.
"What if you go into labour there? Or you start getting back aches again while shopping." The hope slowly faded as it sunk in and Harry nodded sadly and pulled back. "Harry… Come on, you know why you can't."
"We're back where we were this morning! It's nothing to do with the baby or safety; it never has been, has it? I'm not a whore." He said angrily.
"I never said you were a whore!"
"So stop treating me like it! You think that the moment I'm out of your sight, I'm going to run off with the first guy I meet." Sirius didn't respond or meet his eyes and Harry gripped his arms, shaking him. "I love you, Sirius! I married you! I don't want anybody else. I never have." He said almost hysterically.
"Never?" Sirius said unsurely, glancing at him with a great blush upon his chubby cheeks.
"Not once." Harry said, a hand touching the cheek while looking up at him lovingly. "You made me promise that I was yours from the beginning and now, five years, a wonderful marriage, a few fights and almost a baby later, I still am. I'm still yours…"
Don't go just yet, still a bit left.