A/N: Here's chapter twelve! Well, we crossed the chapter ten threshold, time for the new character diarrhea. If you made it this far, you should be able to take a few more. ;) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. There is also some heated content in this one, if you're not a fan, feel free to skim over it.

She lay in a hammock at the top, eagerly awaiting for her tower to finally be completed. Though there was a certain level of boredom to trusting all of your work to everyone else. Was that going to make her life a finger? No.

She sighed, calling out, "Jasper! Drake! Selina! Axel!"

No sooner did she call, did four of her most loyal followers, (no pun intended) arrived to the top and bowed at her, "Mistress Natalia!" They all said.

Her snake-like tongue flickered out as she smiled. The Setite Elder was absolutely gorgeous. She had tan skin, and long dark, flowing red hair that nearly reached her feet. She was dressed in a dark green gown, matching her green, serpentine eyes. Her lips were a dark red, as were her nails.

Her four most loyal followers seemed to benefit greatly in the looks department due to their clan as well. Especially Jasper. He had spiked, silver hair, and wide dark eyes. He wore metal knight's armor from the leg down, and a blue tunic, with a blue cloak over that. Even under the cloak, one could see how toned and muscular he was. That and his handsome face made it incredibly easy for him to manipulate people, despite his relative young age as a Kindred.

The other two male Setites were dressed more or less like punks next to Jasper. Drake had a black bandana on, as well as a black shirt and a blue jacket over that, blue pants, and brown boots.

Axel had a red bandana on, a red scarf around his neck, a black shirt with a green design on it, black pants and black sneakers. Both of them also had countless tattoos on their bodies. Though only a small handful could be seen while they were fully clothed, like the ones on their necks, or the backs of their hands.

And that left Selina, who wore a black, gothic gown, black fishnet stockings, black opera gloves, and black boots. There was also a black choker around her neck. Her hair was dyed pink and tied into two pigtails, matching her pink lips and nails.

Natalia yawned, raising a hand to her mouth, "Are the slaves almost finished with the temple?"

"Yes, Mistress…" Jasper answered, in a cool, deep voice, one that oozed refinement, as he faced away to the view that the top of the tower provided. "Nearly done."

"Good…don't…don't have them finish too fast…that won't do." She swatted a hand, "I only want our tower done when the Camarilla already knows we're here. Sooner than that and it'll be too dangerous, we'll get spotted…"

"Yes, Mistress…"

"My lady…isn't it dangerous up here?" Drake asked, "All you have up here is a hammock…and…little else…" He looked around, "No walls, no roof, no protections…what if you fell asleep out here while the sun came up? You'd be dead!"

Natalia snickered, "Such a cute little boy, Drake. To worry about me so. I'll have you know such dangers are avoidable." She said, "Especially if I am to work on my Serpentis. Kemintiri can exist in the sunlight because of it."

All their jaws dropped, even Jasper, who was typically the stoic one, "She can?!" They all asked.

She nodded, "She can walk through the daylight, as long as she has the blood for it. Yes, oh yes!" She grinned, "That is the power of my sire."

"Your sire is a woman of great power, and respect, Lady Natalia." Jasper bowed, causing the other three to follow his lead.

"She would be a venerable ally to have on our side." Drake said.

"No one can match her strength." Axel said.

"We will do what we can to find her, and lead her towards us." Selina said.

Natalia chuckled and stood up, slipping her feet into her tall, brown boots, (not that she needed an excuse to be any taller), "Remember, children. We don't owe the Followers of Set anything, not the main clan. They do not see the wisdom of Kemintiri's ways, and even if they did, they don't deserve her, or us." She smiled, as a few snakes from one of the lower levels crawled up to the top to slither around their master, "I want you all to become Serpents of Light for me."

"Serpents…of Light…?" They all asked.

"Indeed." She kept pacing, her snakes following her eagerly, "We are going to play a game with this mister Lafayette. We'll use him as a test run for Strauss. With the Sabbat and the Camarilla toppled, I can finally set my plan into motion." She said, "We will signal for Kemintiri's attention…and…and when her beloved childe finally comes back to her sire…oh, what a reunion it will be!"

"Yes, Mistress Natalia!"

"Wonderful, now…let's have Drake and Axel survey this half of the area, and Selina and Jasper, why don't you do this half?"

Selina nodded, turning into a jaguar and bounding off, while Axel and Drake went down the stairs.

"Jasper…?" Natalia asked, looking at the man who stayed, "You remain? Why?"

"It's just…I already did some snooping around before we started construction of the temple."

"Oh?" She raised a brow, "Anything you care to share?"

"Your childe is here."

She paused, her eyes widened slowly, then she started cackling madly, "He…he is…?" She asked, "Sirius…is here?"

"Indeed, Mistress."

She leaned towards Jasper's ear, "Did he have any particular…Jyhad leanings?"

"It…it was hard to tell…Mistress…it…it seemed as though he…he's on every side at once…"

She laughed even louder, "Oh, he has learned from the best, hasn't he?" She snickered, "Yes, yes, good…quite good…oh…Sirius, we're finally going to be reunited at last." She clasped her hands together, "You may have lost your way, lost your way to the great Kemintiri and how she works, but I will show you the right path, darling! I will show you the right way!" She said, then her voice went down a few notches, "And should you refuse to listen then…well, I may have to…I don't know, change your mind for you…" She laughed, looking back at Jasper, "Do keep an eye out on him for me, would you?"

"It would be my pleasure, Mistress." Jasper bowed.

"I think Killian needs a nickname." Cissy said, crossing her arms as she watched him load massive crates into the Jeep that must have weighed a ton, "Hmm…well, he's strong, but he's an ass. I think Mule works."

Killian slammed the trunk of the Jeep closed, "Call me whatever the hell you want, I don't give a damn." He grumbled, patting his pockets for his keys until he snagged them, "Last chance, anyone leave anything inside?"

"Nope. We're clear, captain." Cissy held a thumbs-up.

Skelter turned and looked up at him, "You get tired behind the wheel, we'll switch."

"Yeah, sure." Killian nodded, turning towards him, then pausing, "Uh…will that work out?" He looked at his leg.

"It's just driving." Skelter said, "Shouldn't be a problem."

"So, wait, where are we going?" Cissy asked.

"North." Killian said as they moved towards the truck and got in. The three girls piled in the back, while Killian took the driver's seat, and Skelter sat shotgun, "I think Idaho should be…pretty barren."

"Nines and I went there once upon a time." Skelter said, "Empty as hell."

"If it's empty, then it's the best option for us." Catalina said.

"Looks like it is." Killian said, taking a deep breath before he started driving.

Cissy sat back, sitting in the middle of course, because she lived for the most action as possible. She slung an arm around Catalina, one around Anastasia too, "Alright, road trip! God, it's been ages since I've been on one!" She kicked her feet up on the center console, "Should we start with—"

Killian's elbow interrupted her. He elbowed her feet hard, knocking them off.

"Hey, what's that for?" She asked, leaning in.

"First of all, you're not wearing your seatbelt." He glared up at her in the rearview mirror.

"It's not like we need to."

"Unless you wanna get pulled over, put it on."

"Ugh." She pulled the fabric over herself and let it click.

"Second of all." He said, drawing her attention up to him again, "And nobody puts their feet on my center console."

"What? Why?" She put them up there again, which resulted in him elbowing her again.

"Last chick who tried me like that ended up in the hospital, I wouldn't push it."

"What? What's so annoying about it? It's so cramped back here!"

"Oh, yeah, because it's just so nice to jam your feet in someone's personal space. Look, I'm sure some guys are really into it, but I'm not one of those."

"C'mon, I'm not trying to be weird. Not this time."

"It just pisses me off, alright?"

"But it's comfortable!"

"Cissy, if you end up in the hospital, it could seriously derail our plans." Catalina said.

"Okay, even if he did break my ankle, I could heal it with blood." She said.

Skelter looked over to Killian, "We got enough blood, right?"

"Yeah." Killian said, "We burnt a lot of it after…the Sirius shit." He said quietly, "But I sold all my art."

"Art?" Cissy asked, "You had art? I didn't know you were a collector."

"Collector?" Killian asked, "No, I'm not a collector. I was an artist."

"…really?" She asked, "I don't believe you."

"Thanks?"

"How much did we rake in?" Skelter asked.

"We uh…might or might not have six figures."

"Are you kidding me?" Cissy's eyes widened.

"Sold my place too, that was expensive."

"Huh…" Cissy sat back, crossing her arms. There was a bit of silence between them before Cissy stirred again, "Let's play a game."

"God no." Skelter muttered, leaning his face up against the window.

"We'll start with Killian and go around. I bet Leo. What's your horoscope?"

"My horoscope?" He asked, "What the fuck is that?"

She rolled her eyes, "When were you born?"

"Ninteen-sixty-four?"

"Month and day, silly."

"April seventh?"

"Dammit, Aires. Okay, Skelter, you're next…I bet…Capricorn!"

"That's me…" Catalina said quietly.

"Shh!" Cissy slapped her leg, "Don't say that yet! I didn't get to you!" She looked back at Skelter, "When were you born?"

"January twelfth." He sounded ever-so-bored.

"Ha!" She laughed, "Knew it! Okay, someone guess me!"

"Okay, you realize like, two of us here know what the fuck you're going on about, right?" Killian said.

"Just guess!"

"…probably not Capricorn…" Catalina buried her face into her hands.

"No…c'mon! Guess!"

"I'm gonna fucking pull this car over…" Killian grumbled.

"Cissy, we don't know the other horoscopes…" Catalina said.

"Scorpio! C'mon, was that hard?" She asked, "Okay, okay, Anastasia. I'm gonna say Pisces."

Anastasia gave a slight nod, looking out the window.

"Score! Alright, Cissy three, you guys, zero! Let's play another."

"Alright, I have a game." Killian said, "It's called the quiet game."

"I'm out." Cissy threw a hand in the air, "Don't be such a fucking Dad. C'mon. Let's play something fun."

"…quiet game sounds nice…" Catalina said.

"I have a game. Okay, first we pretend everyone is the opposite gender." Cissy sat up.

"This is already off to a horrible start." Killian said.

"Then we just come up with names for each other! Killian…hmm…a blond bombshell with the temper of a bull…I think you'd be a Brittany."

"Uh…alright…"

"Skelter…what's your name, James?"

Skelter immediately perked up, "Where the hell did you hear that?"

"I don't know, I figured it was common sense."

"That is not my name."

"Well, I can't see you as a Jamie…I could see you as like…a Tamara. Maybe Ashley."

"When we get gas, can we lock her in a bathroom?"

"I'll think about it, Ashley." Catalina said.

"Hey!" Skelter barked, "We are not gonna start with this!"

"Catalina…" Cissy mused, rubbing her hands together, "I'm seeing a really rugged but thin young man. Muscular though…hmm…refined. Marlin maybe? Or Jake? Maybe Blake."

"Blake?" Catalina asked, "I…I don't know how you picture this stuff…"

Cissy looked over at Anastasia, "Hmm…a smooth talker, but he's also about peace…I almost see a beard and afro. Or just long, slicked-back hair. Handsome, but modest about it, you know? Not like Killian over there."

"Hey."

"Maybe, like, a Justin? Eh, no, that's an insult. What about…like…something old timey? Like Francis or Rigby? Something that you don't hear a lot, you know, but nothing refined. Ooh, maybe Myles. That name's always come off as really chill to me."

Anastasia snickered, "Myles huh?" She laughed, "So what's Cissy's name?"

Catalina didn't have to think about it much, "Sid."

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, what the fuck! I gave you all cool names!" Cissy demanded answers.

"And she'd look…like, exactly the same, only with masculine features." Catalina said, to more laughter.

Cissy crossed her arms and pouted, "I would not wear make-up." She grumbled, "…actually, I probably would. Hey, but Ashley over there would be a complete diva."

"Shut the hell up." Skelter growled out.

"Maybe we'll see someday." Catalina said.

"The hell is that supposed to mean!?"

Killian snickered, "I don't even want to think about dude-Damsel…"

"And woman Nines!" Cissy laughed.

"Ugh…please…please no…" Catalina said.

"Oh god…" Killian grimaced, "The hair…"

Any of the Anarchs who weren't laughing at least snickered.

"Maybe we should talk about something else." Skelter sat up a bit, "We'll be staying at a motel, in one room, to save cash." He said, "So that means no goofing around."

"Why are you looking at me?" Cissy asked.

"Cause I know you're going to do something."

"I don't sleep with anyone unless they want to be slept with."

"TMI…" Killian muttered.

"Hey, you would know."

"Really, I wouldn't, cause I was drunk off my ass."

"Yeah, that was funny…" Cissy giggled, "How do you get drunk like this, anyhow?"

"Please, no one answer that question." Killian said.

"Even disregarding Cissy, I feel like there's going to be funny business with all of us in one room…" Catalina said.

"All I ask for is the tub." Killian said.

"Well, if there are two beds, that means two of us per bed." Skelter said, "Potentially."

"I call sleeping with Catalina." Cissy hugged her, "Hey, that works out. Then Skelter can sleep with Anastasia and Killian gets the tub."

"Well…uh…" Skelter adjusted himself, "I think I'll keep a lookout for tonight. I'll catch up tomorrow night."

Anastasia looked at Killian, "You sure you don't want a bed?"

"Yeah, I like sleeping in tubs."

"Okay, and you make fun of me for being weird." Cissy said.

"Well, I dunno, I did it a lot when I was little. Whenever there wasn't a girl passed out in there."

"Okay…depressing…"

"Well, I dunno. A lot of the time I couldn't get to my bed because there were girls in there."

"Okay, you can stop now…"

"Man, I'll never forget the night I woke up and wondered why my pillow felt so hard before I realized it was just…stuffed bags of crack and cash…"

"Man, I wish I woke up and found my pillowcase stuffed with crack and cash…"

"Yeah, I guess at the time, I didn't realize how gifted I was." He muttered sarcastically.

"I think you just out-Cissyed Cissy." Catalina said.

"Dammit, that's scary, don't say that."

"What, can't take not being queen of the streets?"

"I think we should play a different game." Cissy huffed, crossing her arms.

"I got one." Skelter said, "Everyone shuts up and we focus on getting there on time."

"Ugh. Fine." Cissy said, "As long as someone turns the radio on."

Killian mashed his thumb on the radio, it started playing heavy metal. Cissy smiled with contentment, "Okay. This is gonna be a good trip."

When Sirius got home, the house smelled of strawberries. So Juliet was making something. Something he wished he could taste, too.

He headed into the kitchen and saw her bent over the oven, peering in to check on something. She jumped as she stood up and saw him behind her, "Oh, hey, babe."

"Hey." He gave her a hug, "I see you're hard at work cooking something as usual."

She rested her head on his shoulder, holding him back, "Yeah, kills time…gets a little boring in here when your life is so perfect."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want a crack at some of the vampire politics?"

"Oh, yeah, you know it." She snickered, "Not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I dunno, just gets a little boring around here. Sometimes I go out and look for things to do, but I haven't been risking it that much recently. Not with the kids."

"Hmm…" He slowly broke the hug, "Maybe getting you out of that job wasn't such a great idea…"

"Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about me." She pinched his cheek, "As soon as I pop these suckers out, I'll be able to go out and do things again. I mean, like, after they turn eighteen."

"Yeah…when they slowly reach eighteen…"

"It'll go by in the blink of an eye."

"I guess so." He said, sitting at the table, "Well, you wanna hear everything now? What I do and stuff?"

"You're…ready to tell me?"

"Yeah…most of it isn't really… confidential anymore…"

"Okay." She sat at the table, "I'm ready to hear it then."

"See…I told you about the different sides, the Camarilla, the Sabbat, the Anarchs…but I never told you which side I was on…"

"I just figured you were kinda on all of them."

"…oh…"

"What?"

"I guess I don't have to tell you much after all." He stood up, walking past her and patting her shoulder, "You know me too well, good job."

"What? I want to hear the rest of it. That can't be it. You still didn't tell me what 'work' is or why you do it or anything like that! If people come here and tried to kill me, I'd like to know why."

She found him in the bathroom (one of the many), staring into the mirror, "No one's coming here to kill you, don't be stupid. No one knows where I live."

She stepped in behind him, combing her fingers through his hair and styling it for him, "I know…things could always change."

He crossed his arms, "Look, I'm in the Camarilla, as a spy for the Sabbat and Anarchs." He said, "So, 'work' usually meant my conduct with the Anarchs."

"Okay." She moved her hands down and rubbed at his shoulders, "The Camarilla's pretty safe, isn't it? The safest?"

"Well, it is now." He said, "That's why when I was talking about everyone dying and stuff, it didn't bother me. The Anarchs are history now, at least in this state they are. Every time they came up with a plan, I just told the Camarilla, eventually we countered them so badly their movement couldn't recover."

"Ah…" She nodded, "Jeez…that's kinda twisted…are they all dead?"

"Most of 'em…"

"That's almost worse…" She muttered, leaning in and kissing the shell of his ear, "Well, it is pretty hot, too." She smiled.

"I…uh…almost killed the rest of them myself…once I narrowed down where they were hiding." His arms fell to his sides, "Same thing's gonna happen to the Sabbat, soon. It's already started, Lafayette has lost way more men than Strauss has…"

"You'll win the entire war for them. The Camarilla."

"Yeah…" He said, listlessly, "Stupid Anarchs…they were never gonna win…"

She turned to look up at him, not in the reflection, "You okay, hun?"

"They…they didn't even need me to fuck up their movement…they…they were doing it themselves…morons…" He smiled into the mirror, but by no means was it a healthy one, "They…they thought I was one of them…thought I was one of their friends…what…what idiot would want Anarch friends anyway? Screw 'em…now I…now I have no friends…"

She only looked more concerned, "Well…that can't be true…what about your allies in the Camarilla?"

"…I'm in so deep that no one in the Camarilla knows I'm Camarilla, aside from like…the Prince…and maybe one other person…"

She wrapped her arms around his waist, "Well, I'm your friend."

He looked down, then he hugged her arms dearly.

She got up on her toes to kiss his cheek, "And you have four little fetuses who are gonna be your best friend, whether you want them to or not."

"Yeah, yeah, I know…" He rolled his eye, "You better check on your thing before the house burns down."

"Shit." She broke the embrace and ran off into the kitchen, "Shit, shit, shit!" He heard her voice throughout the various rooms she darted through.

"Did we really talk for that long?" He asked, leisurely following after her.

"I don't know, when I'm with you, I lose all sense of time…" She grabbed the oven mitts and opened the door, pulling out a loaf of bread, "You have to have some sort of friend. Another Kindred. What about that one other person who knows what you're doing in the Camarilla?"

"Uh…I don't know…he's been around since like…the eighteen-hundreds…we ain't got much in common…" He sat at the table.

"Well…you can always make a friend." She said, "That's what I've been doing. Try finding someone to talk to in the Camarilla. There has to be someone you could talk to."

"Heh, heh…yeah…about that…"

"What?"

"I may have gone to great lengths to show the Kindred in the Camarilla that I'm not one of them…"

She sighed, rubbing one of her temples briefly, "Like I said. There has to be someone."

"I doubt it…"

"Don't doubt it until you try it."

"Ugh…I don't know…being lonely ain't that bad…"

"Uh huh. Trust me, babe, you'll get bored." She started slicing the bread, sitting at the table with a few slices for herself. She ate them and sighed with contentment.

"I'll take my chances…" He said, shuddering at the prospects of being friends with anyone in the Camarilla.

After another bite, she leaned in to kiss Sirius. It was something they did so he could just have a taste of what she made.

"Strawberry bread, huh?"

"Yeah, it's easy. Tastes good too, I hope."

"Yeah, it's got my seal of approval."

"Good." She smiled warmly, finishing what was on her plate, "Ugh. This pairs great with wine but I guess I'll have to settle with milk for now."

"Yeah, unless you want all our kids to be dumb."

"I know, I'm not an idiot."

"Heh, heh, heh, pure, unadulterated Juliet sass…just the way I like it." He laughed.

She snorted, pouring a glass of milk and downing it before she wiped her mouth, "Alright." She took a deep breath, "Time for bed."

"Yeah, sure, bed…"

"What?" She turned over her shoulder, that look on her face maybe even more bitter than usual, "Is there something on your mind?"

"Yeah, a pair of things."

"Oh yeah?" She put her hands on her hips.

He nodded, "So…what's on your mind?"

"I can only think of one thing."

"Oh yeah?"

She nodded, then turned and headed for the stairs.

"Hey!" He started chasing her, "Where the hell do you think you're going?!"

"Upstairs?" She turned over her shoulder, giving him another bitter glare, "What, can you not hear?"

"Oh, you're getting it so good…"

Her façade slipped as she smirked, then headed upstairs, pulling her sweatshirt off the second she made it to the bedroom. There was nothing beneath it, not even a bra. "I had a feeling."

In the interim in where her sweatshirt came off, he wasn't there.

"Ah hah." She took her sweatpants off, "You know, hanging around here gives me plenty of time to think. Think about this, mostly." She pulled her panties off, "But I figured out the perfect way to find you." She suddenly turned around and threw her panties in front of herself.

They struck an invisible wall right in the face. "Hey, damn it!" His Obfuscate wore off, "Wait, why am I mad about this?"

"I don't know, because I ruined your sneak attack with my wet panties?" She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs.

"Damn, you look hot." He smiled, "Well, congratulate yourself. Your wet panties have done what no Kindred can, unmask me."

She giggled, "Good, good, I've really been thinking about it pretty hard."

He took his coat off, then his shirt, "I guess I can't sneak up on ya anymore…"

"Nah, you can get me if I'm naked."

"Careful now, wouldn't want to give your assailant any ideas…" He headed towards the bed, hugging her close and kissing her.

"Maybe I do." She traced her fingertips down his spine and started kissing at his collarbone.

"Course you do." He took his pants off, laying on top of her on the bed and reaching a hand down to start touching her womanhood.

Her eyes widened, "Shit, S-Sirius…" Her thighs quivered as she melted into the bed and spread her legs.

"What?"

"Don't stop." She urged, her eyes wide with urgency.

"You know, I figured…what, with your panties all soggy and everything…"

"…what?" She asked, her mind cloudy, her voice desperate.

"Never mind." He said, one hand was on her rear to provoke a rhythm, the other kept exploring her sex.

"Fuck…" She moaned out, long and drawn out. Her eyes rolled back before they closed and she let her body just focus on doing nothing but responding to his touch. He knew exactly what to do, and she would be infuriated with how good it was, if she could think straight.

He closed his eye as well, hugging her close and feeling her up a little deeper. He slipped his underwear off and rubbed his length all her body as well.

She shut her eyes and let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck, fuck, bite me…"

"That gets messy, Juliet."

"I know…" Her moan was husky.

"Besides…you're pregnant…it…it wouldn't be safe…"

She grit her teeth, "Goddammit…"

"I mean, I could bite…I just…it wouldn't feel right if I drank…"

"Then don't…it's fine…"

"Would my dick help?"

"A lot…"

He spread her legs a bit more, giving himself a bit more room, then he moved in and got comfortable, taking advantage of the rhythm she already set to start humping her all the more vigorously. He finally started to make groans of his own in order to compete with hers as he started penetrating her, giving her sloppy kisses whenever she didn't need to gasp for breath.

"Sirius…" She gasped out, grasping his shoulders as he was embedded deep within him. Her tone wasn't just a throw-away sigh, she was asking for something.

"Yeah…?" He grunted.

"C-Can you stick it up my ass?" She asked, all in one breath.

"W-What?"

"Please…"

"Alright…alright…" He pulled out, then he flipped her over. She felt his length press against her cheeks, "Shit…" He backed away again, digging around for the lubricant. Once he finally slathered it all over himself and her, he went right back to business, drilling into her with no mercy.

Her voice was on the deeper side as she screamed, her body tensing around him. At first, her scream was pain, but it quickly turned into pleasure. Her womanhood still burned with satisfaction as he reached a sensitive spot inside her, her hips rising and falling to meet his thrusts.

As he reached his climax, she just about fell from hers, but it was staggered and prolonged, little bursts of ecstasy rather than one huge buildup. He slowly pulled himself away and she clung to him, rubbing her hands up and down his abs, "Thanks for the change of plans, babe…" She panted.

"You should probably give me a little more notice next time…"

"I know…I wanted it last minute…"

"You wanted a last minute ass-blast?"

"Yeah."

"Heh, heh, heh…heh, heh…Juliet's butt was thirsty…"

"Sure…laugh it up." She muttered, "I should really be thankful you went back to get the lube…I was gonna claw your eye out."

"You'd blind me over butt sex?"

"Without lube? Yes. You want to see what it feels like?" She challenged, "You have an asshole too."

"Do I? I'm not so sure…"

"Want me to find it for you?"

"Hear that, kids?" He rose his voice, as if announcing something, "Your mom's gonna show you all what an asshole is."

"Fuck yourself." She grumbled bitterly.

"Come on…you're gonna be screwed if the kids are born when you go around talking like that…"

"I know…" She muttered, "I had a ton of issues with it last time…Camilla would go around chanting 'fuck' all the time because she thought it was what 'big girls' did…"
There was a pause. A normal person would be mortified, but Sirius just laughed.

She giggled a bit, "I'll be good about it if you are."

"Pfft, I'll barely be around, for starters…"

"Sirius, swear to god…"

"What? I feel like I'll be at work…or…sleeping…cause it's daytime…you said it yourself…"

"You better be there." She rolled over and started drifting off.

"I will…I mean…as much as I can be…"

"Uh huh…"

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not…"

"Alright." He gave her a squeeze, "Night, Juliet…"

"Night Sirius…" She curled up in front of him, letting him spoon her.

A/N: Now that Sirius has…let it all hang out, I suppose, I wonder what his plans will be…thanks for reading!