Temptation

A/N: I'm helping my sister-in-law and her family move this week, including Saturday, so you get an early update!

A/N: An expansion of this drabble I wrote on Tumblr. : / / matrixaffiliate dot tumblr dot com / post/182759147731/marlmckittenmarlene-weve-got-ten-minutes-get

Marlene was sure she looked like a mad woman as she ran down the sidewalk. Her scrubs were rank as she breathed in their scent with every step.

She wanted to be a pediatrician, it was her life dream. She reminded herself again that suffering through rotations had a purpose; she could have her life full of treating children if she could survive rotations. But it didn't help her from cursing them all the same, especially with how late she was running today because of them.

Marlene didn't want to handle life or death situations on a daily basis, she didn't want to cut people open, she didn't want to deal with adults who couldn't be bothered to take care of themselves, she wanted to play with babies and tell toddlers silly jokes and play games with kids, and let the teenagers roll their eyes at her because she was 'old'. And most of what she didn't like was wrapped in this rotation in the ER, specifically today when she had to help treat two families involved in a high-speed car accident. Thankfully they all would ultimately be fine, but she was exhausted from it.

Marlene looked down at her watch as she pushed open their flat door, panting from having ran most of the half-mile home from the station. They were going to be so late!

"Sirius!" She sprinted into their room and started pulling off her scrubs. She really needed a shower but that wasn't an option, there wasn't time.

Sirius looked up from his desk in their room, laptop lit up with his next book, and grinned, "Hey sexy, slow down there."

Marlene moved to the wardrobe and glanced at him before shaking her head. He was in his boxers and a t-shirt. "We've got ten minutes. Get dressed."

"That's so close to the perfect sentence."

Marlene turned to remind him that Dorcas would kill them if they missed her opening night. But Sirius had moved to stand right behind her, and as she turned he braced his arms against the wardrobe and dipped his lips to her neck.

"Sirius," she gave an exasperated sigh.

"Marls," he brought his hands to her back, pressing gently into the tense muscles that resulted from doing her rotation in the ER.

She knew she shouldn't, but the day had been awful and she couldn't help it. She melted into him, resting her head against his chest as his hands moved over her.

"Dorcas is going to kill me," she lamented.

Sirius moved his lips from her neck to her ear. "Is that tonight?"

"Yep."

Sirius sighed, "Ok, to be continued."

Marlene looked up and smirked at him. "You promise?"

"I'm always a guarantee when it comes to sex with you Marly." He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her in that way that told her he would fully deliver on his promise.

"Now get dressed or I will not be held responsible for my actions."

Marlene laughed but turned and pulled her slacks and blouse from the wardrobe. She pulled her towel from the bathroom and tried to wipe most of the sweat away before reapplying her deodorant and perfume. She groaned at her hair, an absolute mess of golden curls that were frizzing in every direction.

Well fuck.

Marlene did her best to pull it up into a messy bun, trying to make the frizz look intentional instead of a result of nature. A touch of mascara and lip stain (a woman who is in a committed relationship with Sirius Black learns to find options that don't end up all over his neck and face) is all she had time for.

"Ready, love?" Marlene grabbed her purse and checked to make sure the tickets were still there. She sighed in relief that they were still safely in her wallet.

"Of course," Sirius' voice was casual, too casual, and Marlene turned to find the Devil standing before her.

Sirius was wearing his tight dark wash jeans and had on her favorite button-down shirt, unbuttoned at the neck and the next two buttons. His hair was falling into his face just slightly as he leaned against the front door. Marlene nearly swooned.

"You said to get dressed," he smirked at her.

Marlene swallowed hard. She was dating and madly in love with the Devil himself. Sirius Black was the embodiment of evil as he smirked at her in his tight jeans and partially unbuttoned shirt. Her fingers itched to run through his hair and even on the other side of the room, she could smell his cologne, pulling her into him like the siren's song.

Fuck.

Marlene took a steadying breath, "I know what you're doing."

His grin, if possible, became even more mischievous, "Waiting for you to lead the way?"

Marlene straightened, "Right."

Sirius was definitely laughing at her, she could see it in his eyes, but Dorcas was one of her best friends, this was her big break, her night, and no delicious looking Devil was going to keep Marlene from being there for it. She walked purposefully towards the door and miraculously managed to not press Sirius to the wall and have her way with him.

She could do this.

And then Sirius upped his game. While riding the train to the theatre, he did nothing out of the ordinary. He sat next to her, he held her hand, and talked to her about her day. But his voice was that low gravel that made her back arch, his thumb was rubbing purposefully over her knuckles, and his body was pressed firmly to her side. Marlene curled her toes in her heels and dug her black fingernails into the palm of her free hand to keep from pressing her lips to every part of him right there on the train.

She thought the torture was over when they finally emerged from the station to walk the short distance to the theatre. But Sirius had other plans. Once they were in line he stood behind her and pulled her into him, pressing her back into his chest, breathing lightly against her neck. She was dating the Devil. He was doing all this on purpose, she knew that, but it didn't make it easier. It was a game, he loved games, especially this game, working to see how wound up he could get her before she broke.

This game was a guarantee of a little more than two and a half hours of making Marlene desperate for him. And Sirius was playing for keeps, of course he was, the Devil always does. He tortured her every minute of the play. Marlene would have to read the fucking playbill to know what had happened. Her mind was completely focused on Sirius. His voice when he made comments on the play was a rumble that rolled through her entire body making her ache for more. While he whispered he brought his lips just barely to her neck, and every time Marlene had to suppress the urge to arch into him, to force his lips to connect with her skin. His fingers moved along her leg, never going higher than appropriate for polite company, but the varying of pressure from faint touches to commanding grips left Marlene breathless and focused on what his hands would do next.

Marlene couldn't decide if she wanted the play to end immediately or to last forever as Sirius played his game with her. She hated how smug he looked, but she could tell that his game was backfiring as his moves became firmer, faster.

"You're losing," she whispered to him as the final moments of the play unfolded on stage.

Sirius' voice was gruff as he whispered in her ear, "There is no losing with you, Marls." And for the briefest moment, he touched his lips to her neck and Marlene bit her lip to keep the moan from escaping her.

"Sirius," she panted, "we still have Dorcas' party after this."

Sirius lightly drug his fingers along her thigh, "And we have an old theater full of dark corners and broom cupboards."

Marlene sighed as he touched his lips to the spot behind her ear, longer this time, teasing and loving and everything.

"Did you already pick one out?"

"Please," Sirius scoffed quietly, "I'm not 16 anymore. I picked the lock already and everything."

"You are the Devil," she whispered into his ear before biting lightly on his neck.

"And you're my Queen," he growled back, gripping her leg.

When the applause started as the curtain fell, Sirius grabbed Marlene's hand and pulled her towards said broom cupboard. Marlene turned just in time to catch Dorcas' eye as the curtain rose again. Dorcas laughed and shook her head. Marlene knew she'd get an earful at Dorcas' party later, but when Sirius pushed her against the wall in the small cupboard, she really didn't care. All she could care about was the way Sirius' lips and hands were no longer restrained and neither were hers.

Slipping quietly back into the corridor Marlene leaned into Sirius as they joined the last of the patrons leaving the theater.

"Round one," Sirius whispered in her ear.

Marlene laughed, "You are the Devil."

His hand slid slowly up her waist, stopping just below her breast line. "I'm determined to show you that being the Queen of Hell has its perks, love."

Marlene had to admit, while laying on his chest in their bed, having excused themselves early from Dorcas' party, Sirius was right. Whether it was the broom cupboard in the theater, or in their shower when they got home, or on their bed, or wherever he decided to show her, being the Devil's Queen had so many perks. Perhaps she should just embrace the title.