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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT:

The One With Zee

Sirius sat outside in his worn denim and an old white tee shirt with holes in it. He was dirty with engine grease as he carefully worked on the engine of the Ducati bike in the drive. The workshop he had been building was pretty much done outside of some shelving and organization on the inside. It was rather warm outside today and he wanted to enjoy the warm October sunshine while he could as he knew winter was coming soon and when it did, he would be shut up in that workshop more often than not.

Halloween was in three days time and he had already promised Remus that he would go to Godric's Hollow with him, just the two of them. It was a tradition now and something that he felt he needed to do, but going there without Harry was going to be a bit different.

He stretched his legs out a bit as he reached for a cloth to wipe part of the engine clean. He was blaring his Clash album London Calling as he worked, his hair tied back in a stubby tail with a leather band, loose pieces falling into his eyes. His sunglasses were dark, but the glare of the sun was extra bright that afternoon and he needed the shades as much as he needed the music.

It was a beautiful day and he had every intention of spending as much of it as he could finishing up the engine.

Marauder's erratic barking had him turning and he watched as Zee and Lady Godiva walked up the drive. Sirius grabbed Marauder's collar, holding him steady before he could bolt over to the panther. He hadn't seen her since Althea had been there a few weeks before, but he still wasn't entirely sure the panther was completely safe.

"Shh, Marauder, it's okay. They're friends. Sit," he ordered and Marauder barked once more before plopping his butt onto the ground and staring rather menacingly at the newcomers.

Lady Godiva stopped, yellow eyes on Marauder, but she made no move towards him.

"Stay, Lady G, he's a friend," Zee demanded, smiling at her panther before she moved forward to pet Marauder.

Marauder, always looking for a new friend, immediately licked her hand and rolled over, exposing his belly for her to rub, all signs of menace gone.

"You have no shame," Sirius said in disgust as the dog's tongue lolled out and he stared at Zee in glee. "I see that you've met Marauder."

Zee smiled at him. "I have and he's a good boy, aren't you?" Marauder licked her hand again as she rubbed him and she grinned. "You said that you had a second dog?"

Sirius nodded. "Only sometimes. His name is Padfoot. He's a black German Shepherd, a little scruffy looking, but he's very friendly, maybe even more so than Marauder."

She smiled, standing up and wiping her hands on the sides of her blue jeans. Her jeans had holes in the knees, he noticed, and she wore the brown heeled cowboy boots again. She had on a white transparent blouse with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and a black vest underneath. Her chocolate brown and gold curls hung to her waist, twisted to the side in a long low ponytail over her golden tanned skin and her dark brown eyes were outlined in long dark lashes. Her rainbow sunglasses were on the top of her head. She looked sexy as hell, he thought, stubbornly admitting it to himself.

"Padfoot and Marauder, those are adorable names," she told him.

"Thanks. So, just popping in to say hi or can I help you with something, Zee?" he asked her, wiping his hands clean on a nearby rag before slipping them into the pockets of his well worn blue jeans.

Zee smiled and her eyes went to the bike behind him. "We were just going for a walk and I heard the music. I thought I'd say hi. That is a gorgeous bike."

Sirius grinned, turning to admire it. "Thanks. I love it. I've had it since I was seventeen."

"Is that a '69 or a '70 Triumph?"

Sirius' eyebrow rose in appreciation as he glanced back at where his own motorbike was parked. "A woman who knows her machines, I'm impressed. It's a 1970 Triumph Bonneville."

Zee moved closer, her eyes taking in the chrome and the black leather seat. "She's beautiful. You've taken excellent care of her."

"I've done my best. I've completely rebuilt her twice now. She has all new everything and she runs like a dream."

Zee pointed to the red and blue levers on the left side. "I've never seen these on a Triumph before? Did you add extra features?"

Sirius grinned sheepishly. The woman really knew her stuff. "I did. I may have illegally tweaked her a bit, promise not to turn me in?"

Zee's smile widened. "Depends on what she does."

"She can fly and I can make her invisible, but that charm doesn't last very long so, one has to be careful," he advised. "I know tampering with Muggle products and adding magic to Muggle anything is technically against the law, but I have a friend who works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and he told me that because it's for my own personal use and because I'm not looking to sell it back to the Muggles with said extra magically enhanced features, technically I'm fine — its like a giant loop hole."

Zee crossed her arms across her chest and grinned mischievously up at him. "I'll make you a deal." Sirius' eyebrow rose at her words and she grinned. "I won't report you if you take me for a ride on that gorgeous bike and that ride must include taking me flying. I've never ridden a flying motorbike before."

Sirius grinned widely, tucking his loose hair behind his ear. "Take a beautiful woman on my bike? That sounds like a better deal for me."

She chuckled at that, her eyes on Lady Godiva who was cleaning her paws. "I have a weakness for motorbikes. Especially a 1970 Triumph."

"Do you have your own?"

She slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "My papa had a 1937 BSA M20 when I was growing up. My grandfather fought in the Second World War, he was a Muggle, and it was his bike. He kept it when the war was over. He wasn't supposed to, but he snuck it home and kept it up. He passed it onto my father — my papa loved that bike. He used to take me for rides on it when I was young and he taught me how to drive it."

"Excuse me while I drool a little. A '37? Shit, that is one gorgeous motorbike! Does he still have it?" Sirius asked, his interest peaked.

He used to have a poster up of a '37, but it had been straddled by a naked brunette. He would have to see if he still had it, he thought with a grin.

"No, it's mine now. My mama is angry that he gave it to me. She says that it's not suitable for a young lady to be driving it around." Zee said, rolling her eyes.

"I'd love to see that," Sirius told her honestly. "A '37! I've always wanted to drive one of those."

Zee grinned at him, her dark brown eyes twinkling at him. "I love to ride it; the wind in my hair, the speed of it… I took it with me when I was in Australia last year — rode it everywhere I went. The power of it; the feel of it between my thighs was just so incredible. It was the absolute best. It's one of the best feelings by far, almost as good as sex."

Sirius nodded, licking his lips. The thought of her straddling that bike was the sexiest thing he could think of at the moment. "Almost being the key word there… I would love to drive it one day. Maybe we can do a little trade off — a ride for a ride?"

Zee tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I think that could most definitely be arranged."

She looked over at Lady Godiva who was resting in the sun as Marauder attempted to get her to play with him. Her panther was blissfully ignoring him. Marauder seemed to get the hint because he plopped down next to her, his eyes sad.

"Your dog is heartbroken that Lady G won't play."

Sirius smiled, glancing over at Marauder. "He misses our boy. We both do, but poor Marauder has been feeling his abandonment a bit more I think," he said.

Marauder was sleeping with him almost every night or he'd curl up in Harry's bed to sleep and he liked having the dog there; it reminded him that he wasn't actually alone in the house. Not to mention that having Marauder close by helped quell the nightmares.

Zee nodded, her gaze moving to the engine he was currently working on next to the broken bike. "I just wanted to say hi when I heard the Clash playing, but I was distracted by your bike and — I'm sorry, is that piece of junk propped up behind you, parts of a Ducati?"

Sirius grinned widely at her. She definitely knew her machines. "The engine's over here, I'm rebuilding her. Pulled it from a junkyard, as you can see by the state of her."

Zee bent down to examine the engine and the broken bike next to it. "Let me see, five-speed and a wet clutch… this is a scrambler. I'm guessing a 450 — so, a 1974 or '75 Ducati?"

"Damn, woman, you do know your shit," he said with a grin. He was incredibly impressed he had to admit. He knelt next to her. "That is exactly what this bike is, a '75. I'm refinishing her as you can see, she's a complete mess. But once she works, she should be running 130 km per hour with a horse power of 27 and a rpm of 8500. Right now however, she barely runs at all."

Zee grinned widely at him. "It looks like you're taking good care of her."

"I am. I've also got some other broken girls in the shed. A 1954 Adler MB250, a 1929 Motosacoche M414, and a 1968 BMW R50/2, but I haven't touched those three yet," he told her with a grin.

Zee smiled. "Sexy. The Triumph is great though, seriously, you did an amazing job on her. When she flies, how much faster does she go?"

"I've had her up to 175 in the air. It's amazing up there, almost like gliding," he told her honestly. "And incredibly beautiful to be up there, gliding through the clouds."

"I bet," she said with a smile, standing up and sticking her hands in the back pocket of her jeans again. "Anyway, I'd honestly really love to go for a ride, that is if your wife won't mind?"

"My — what?"

"Your wife? You said that you had a son and after meeting the woman with the babies the other day… was she not your wife —?"

Sirius laughed, grinning at her. "No, love, I'm not married. I've never been married. Harry is my godson, but I've raised him as my own since his parents died. He lives with me permanently. It's just the two of us."

"Oh," she said with a laugh. "I didn't… I'm sorry."

He grinned at her. "Come on inside. I'll get you a drink and we can discuss this ride trade off," he said, leading her around the house, through the privacy wards, and through the front door, leaving their two pets to sit in the sun.

Zee followed him into the living room, smiling at the photos hanging on the walls and around the fireplace and on the tables. Almost all of them had Sirius in them with an adorable little boy with messy black hair, bright green eyes, and glasses. Many of them were just of the boy and a few were clearly of Sirius when he was younger with three other boys. She followed him into the kitchen, her eyes finding the arched doorway with the measurements of Harry over the years on the side. It made her smile to see how he recorded his growth every three months on the door frame. She glanced around at the childish drawings on the icebox and the list of rules on the wall — it looked like a home, she thought.

Sirius handed her a bottle of Dragon Scale. "Beer okay?"

Zee accepted it with a smile. "Its perfect, thanks." She opened the top and drank deeply, smiling at him. "I'm ridiculously glad to know that you're not married."

Sirius' eyebrow rose and he smirked at her as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Oh, really?"

She nodded, her dark eyes on him and the quick bolt of lust that flickered in his gut pleased him. "Really."

Sirius sat his beer on the counter and took a step towards her. "So, if I were to do this," he began, placing his hands on her hips and tugging her up against him. "You wouldn't protest?"

"My husband might."

"Your —" he sputtered and then he saw her quick grin. "You're messing with me," he said on a strangled laugh.

"I am," she said, standing on her toes and slipping her arms around his neck. "So… about that ride?"

Sirius grinned at her, bending his head and gently placing his lips on the pulse in her throat, feeling the steady rhythm there. "I'm thinking about a completely different kind of ride at the moment, Zee."

Zee pressed herself closer to him, her hand sliding down his chest and under his tee shirt. "So am I."

Sirius wasn't sure who made the first move.

But the next thing he knew, his lips were crushed against hers and he was kissing her deeply and thoroughly, bruising her mouth as his hand fisted in her curls, the other hand sliding up her back, touching soft skin.

She moaned against his mouth and he softened the kiss, his lips meeting hers over and over and it was only when he made a growling noise in his throat that he caught himself and pulled away.

"Well, I didn't expect that," he told her honestly, his lips on her neck again.

Zee tossed her head back, giving him more access to her neck. "I just knew that you would be a great snog."

He chuckled against her neck, his fingers gently brushing her stomach beneath her shirt. "I can be a lot of things, Zee."

Zee kissed his neck, her tongue lapping at him in soft waves that sent a shudder through his whole body. She pulled away, smiling at him and with her hands on the bottom of his tee shirt, she pulled it up and over his head, tossing it aside. Her hands slid up his well defined abs, over his chiseled chest and she leaned forward to kiss his breast, her tongue flicking his nipple; he groaned.

Then his hands were tearing through her buttons, the blouse slipping from her shoulders and falling to the ground. His fingers worked at her jeans, slipping them down her legs and she kicked them off, laughing when he tugged her boots off and tossed them away.

His mouth sucked her collarbone, the swell of her breast, deep bruising kisses that he knew would leave marks, but he didn't care. Merlin, it had been much too long since he'd been with a woman, he thought.

Sirius groaned when her mouth moved over his abs and when her small hand slid under the waistline of his jeans and found him, he eagerly helped her unzip and tug down. He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around his waist, his jeans down at his ankles and he slipped his hand between her legs, moaning at the wet heat that greeted him. He tore her knickers in half in his attempt to touch her and when a finger slipped inside, her head fell back and a moan of ecstasy escaped her lips.

His lips met hers over and over and then his hand was gone. She felt the thick length of him inside of her and her teeth scraped his shoulder as she groaned his name, her hips meeting his desperately as he moved deeper and deeper inside of her.

His fingers found her again and she went over the edge, crying out in pleasure only moments before he followed, his face buried in her neck and his legs shaking from the pressure and the pleasure of it.

He slid her down to the kitchen floor, and cradled her to his side, their breathing heavy. Sirius' hand slid up her vest to touch her breast through her bra.

"Next time we'll get all of the clothes off," he said, kissing her lips.

Zee merely raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, do you think we'll do this again?"

Sirius chuckled, sucking on her earlobe. "Oh, baby, this is definitely happening again."

Zee smiled, moving to straddle him. "You know, when I came over here, this isn't what I imagined happening."

"No?" he asked, grinning widely. "I imagined it after you left the other day. But in my fantasy you were completely naked and covered in whipped cream."

She laughed and kissed him. "That could possibly be arranged."

Sirius growled and shimmied her lower, surprised to find himself so eager and hard for her all over again. He thrusted up into her and he watched in pleasure as her eyes crossed and her head fell back as she rode him. She set the pace, riding him slowly, and when they both broke, he nibbled on her neck.

"So, Zee, I'm really glad that you moved in next door. Mrs Morrison never let me shag her on the kitchen floor or on the kitchen counter for that matter," he said making her laugh.

She tugged off her vest, unhooking her bra and treating him to her large bouncy breasts, which he immediately moved to suckle.

"Mr Morrison didn't want to share, eh?"

Sirius chuckled against her breast, his teeth nipping her gently; she gasped. "No, he didn't. Fuck, your tits are gorgeous!"

Zee smirked at him, sighing as he kissed her breasts. "I really do want to ride that bike, Sirius."

He grinned against her, kissing her collarbone and then his grey eyes met hers. "Let's go then."

She laughed when he tugged her to her feet. She was still breathless and she slid her hands around his waist. "Right this very minute, huh?"

Sirius grinned down at her. Now that she wasn't in heels, he realized that she wasn't very tall. The top of her head barely reached his heart. He slid his hand down her finely shapely bum and squeezed, his eyes on the gorgeous red and gold dragon tattoo that travelled the length of her spine. She had a fantastic and curvaceous body, he thought; he wanted to spend hours touching her, possibly days, maybe even weeks. He bent his head and kissed her lips gently.

"Yeah, let's go."

Zee grinned up at him, standing on her toes to suck on his bottom lip. "Mmhm, tomorrow," she told him, kissing him again and letting her hand wander down his chest and between his legs. "I think at the moment I'd rather finish my beer and see what else we can get up too."

Sirius smirked at her as she stroked him. "Deal."

Then he took her lips in his again before she dropped down to her knees and showed him exactly what she had in mind.

~ ASC ~

An hour later, they were sitting at the kitchen table eating left over Chinese food from Sirius' ice box. Lady Godiva and Marauder were both still outside, neither one of them really acknowledging the other, though Marauder kept shooting the panther hopeful and playful glances when Sirius checked on them out the kitchen window. Sirius was wearing his jeans unbuttoned and Zee wore nothing but his old tee shirt full of holes. She was only about a hundred fifty seven centimetres tall so, it almost reached her knees.

"Tell me about your son," she said to him as she crunched into an egg roll. "I see his pictures are everywhere. He has rather beautiful green eyes."

Sirius grinned at her, taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah, he does. They are Lily's eyes, his mum. The same colour and shape of them. Sometimes it's almost eery to see them shining out of James' face, his father. He looks just like his dad, but if you look closely you can see the subtle differences. Poor kid did inherit his father's awful eyesight though and that insane unmanageable hair."

Zee chuckled, crossing her legs under the table. "That does happen sometimes."

He smirked at her. She had pinned her curls out of her face in a high ponytail to eat. She was so damn pretty he thought, his gut stirring with lust for her again. He let his eyes wander to wear a nipple was peeking through one of the holes in his shirt and he licked his lips.

Althea had known that he was attracted to her immediately and the more he had complained about how stupid she was to have a pet panther, the more she had smirked at him.

"You like her," Althea had said simply.

Sirius had scoffed at her. "No, I don't."

"You do! I wonder how long it will take you to sleep with her."

"Come on! I don't have sex with every attractive woman that I meet!"

Althea chuckled. "No, but you will this one. She intrigues you."

"She has a pet panther! She's an idiot."

"She intrigues you, Sirius," Althea had insisted, her eyes twinkling in laughter. "I liked her and I can tell you straight off, she is far from an idiot."

Sirius had been thinking about her, a lot, and now that he had seen her again and shagged her on his kitchen counter and on his kitchen floor, he knew that he was definitely more than just attracted to her. She did intrigue him. Not to mention her knowledge of motorbikes was completely interesting and a nice bonus when you added it with how well she had used her mouth. Usually he didn't care enough to learn that much about who he shagged, but having a fantastic shag with a woman who know something about bikes was different.

He couldn't remember the last time that he had sex with a woman he genuinely liked and wanted to spend more time with. Usually sex for him was just that, sex. A chance to relieve an itch. Not since, Althea, he realized in surprise, had he wanted to spend time with the person he was sleeping with, and that had been almost six years ago.

Zee was grinning at him. "Did I lose you somewhere?"

Sirius shook his head, licking his lips. "No, I was just thinking of where I could shag you next."

Zee smirked at him. "Come up with any good places?"

"A few," he replied as he scooped up a forkful of rice. "But sorry, you asked about Harry?"

She nodded. "You said that he's your godson. Tell me about him."

"He's wonderful," he said with a smile. "The absolute best thing in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me. His father was my brother in every way but blood and his mother was the most incredible woman, I loved them both more than anything. When they made me godfather, I was so proud. I got this," he said, pointing to his chest where Harry's birthday and initials were tattooed. "I call him Prongslet, it's a play on a nickname I called his dad."

"That's adorable," she said, grinning widely. "I like that. Prongslet."

He grinned. "I'm getting a bit worried he might be growing up a bit and might not let me call him that name much longer. He is eleven now. He's funny and he can be quite sarcastic when he wants to be. Takes after his mother in that regard. Merlin was Lily a sassy witch. He has a heart of gold, which is amazing to me sometimes because he's been through a lot in his short life, but he always looks out for others especially with his friends Ron and Neville now that he's at school. He's smarter than he lets on and the youngest Seeker in over a century at Hogwarts! His first game is in a few days and I can't wait to go watch the match. I bought him a new broom to celebrate his accomplishment."

Zee smiled warmly at him. "I love how proud you are."

"He's my son in every way that counts and I wish every damn day that his parents were here to see how amazing he is."

"How did they die?" she asked, her brown eyes on his.

Sirius' eyes hardened as he spoke, reaching for his beer and taking a long sip first. "Voldemort killed them."

Zee's brown eyes widened. "Oh, Merlin, Sirius, I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's… it was a long time ago. Ten years ago this Halloween, actually."

"This Halloween… Harry… is he — Harry Potter?"

Sirius nodded when she covered his hand with hers. "Yeah, he is."

"I'm very sorry for your loss."

He smiled gratefully at her. "Thanks. It was a long time ago now."

"Doesn't make the loss any less painful," she told him.

"True," he said, squeezing her hand before he let go. "James and Lily were killed and one of our friends had betrayed them. I went after him. He tricked me and took off, leaving me standing on a crowded Muggle street surrounded by carnage and I was sent to Azkaban. I finally got a trial a few years later and they realized that I was innocent so I went out to get Harry. He was living with his mother's family, Muggles, and they were treating him like shit — so, I kidnapped him, and I took him home with me. We've both never been happier."

"You just kidnapped him and they were fine with it?"

"Pretty much," he said with a grin. "I had to get the paperwork in order and whatnot, but I am his legal guardian and was always meant to be if something were to happen to James and Lily. Our other best friend, Remus Lupin helps out a lot, too. You'll see him around here fairly often. We both think of Harry like our son and nephew. He's my world."

Zee smiled at that, biting her plump bottom lip lightly as she spoke. "As he should be." She used her chopsticks to scoop up some of the vegetable medley. "So, other than Harry and those gorgeous motorbikes outside, what else do you do in your spare time?"

Sirius' gaze lingered down her body and then back up slowly and provocatively. "I'm hoping you."

She laughed a rich and full hearted laugh. "I think that could be arranged."

"So, other than having a pet panther and knowing a few things about Muggle motorbikes and having been in Kenya and Australia, what about you? The mysterious Zee, whose last name I don't even know."

"I don't know yours either," she shot back, smirking at him.

Sirius grinned back. "Black, Sirius Orion Black."

Zee smiled at him as she ate some broccoli. "Zacarias."

"That's why you go by Zee? What's your first name?"

She shrugged, smiling at him. "No, I go by Zee because my name is just Zee." At Sirius' raised eyebrow she smirked. "Zahira. My name is Zahira Zelena Zacarias."

"Zee," he said with a grin. "I like that. Zahira is a beautiful name and it suits you, but I like Zee."

"Me too," she told him a grin. "My father gave me the nickname."

"And what do you do, Zahira Zelena Zacarias, outside of rescuing panther cubs in Kenya?"

She smiled sheepishly at him. "I'm a Magizoologist."

Sirius' eyes widened in surprise. He should have guessed it. What other kind of witch would keep a panther as a pet. "I can see that. What were you studying in Kenya?"

"Following a herd of chimaera from Ethiopia," she said with a grin.

Sirius simply smirked at her. "That sounds interesting."

It was, he realized.

Zee told him how she had been tracking this family of chimaera across the African continent, studying their movements and their patterns and working to keep them safe from Muggles who were hunting them (thinking they were some rare form of lion as Muggles truly only saw what they wanted to see, refusing to believe in the supernatural, the mythological, and the unexplained). She had made sure that they were safe and studied them from up close. Zee worked for the Ministry of Magic in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (DRCMC) and had been there for the last six years. She spent Fridays in the office catching up on paperwork, but the rest of the week she was usually out in the field working to keep the magical beings and creatures safe from both the wizarding world and from the Muggle world. She explained how just last week a unicorn had somehow found its way out of a forest near Dublin and how the Muggles' memories had to be fixed after seeing it.

She'd studied abroad for three years before accepting the position at the Ministry and travelled all over the world studying creatures and their natural habitats. Her father had been Muggleborn and an Auror in the Russian Ministry, her mother was a half-blood from Scotland and a journalist who had helped her daughter beg her father every time a stray crossed their path. Her house growing up had always been full of some animal or another from dogs, cats, and rabbits to nifflers, unicorns, and kneazles. Her love of animals had come at an early age.

"Did you grow up in Russia?" Sirius asked her, intrigued that her father had worked for the Russian Ministry.

Zee shook her head. "Only until I was about six and then my mother died. After he met Mama, my stepmother, he wanted to move to the UK to be close to her family. Papa kept his job in Moscow though. He liked the law enforcement unit there and he said that he'd much rather be an Auror in Russia than in England. My parents insisted that I go to the Koldovstoretz School of Magic instead of Hogwarts. Papa married Mama when I was eight."

"Why Koldovstoretz?"

"Papa went there and Mama thought that I would love it as it has a lot more opportunity to work with animals and magical creatures than Hogwarts did, which she knew even then was my passion," Zee told him. "Plus, Papa's family lives in Russia and were close by if I needed anything."

"Fascinating," he told her honestly. "I'm sorry about your mum."

"Thank you. It was a long time ago," Zee admitted. "Mama is the only mother I've ever really known and she's the best."

Zee glanced up at the lock and blanched. They were still sitting at the kitchen table, the empty plates before them. "Merlin, it's nearly seven, I should really head home. I have to feed Lady G and not to mention that all of my windows are open as I went out to enjoy my short walk after lunch."

Sirius chuckled as she jumped to her feet, her plump arse catching his attention as she bent to find her clothes. He encircled her waist with his hands, smiling when she stood up.

"Why don't I walk you home? I'd love to see what you did with the Morrison cottage?"

Zee grinned up at him. "I'd like that."

Sirius fidgeted with the hem of the white tee shirt she was wearing. "I'm going to need my shirt back."

Zee smirked at him. "I'm sure you have another."

His hands guided the shirt up past her waist, revealing her flat stomach and the green and gold tribal elephant tattoo across her ribs on the right side… and then her full large breasts… the small niffler tattoo peeking out across the back of her neck… and then he finally tugged it over her head, his gaze lingering down her body.

"I really like this shirt."

Zee stared back at him, her dark eyes twinkling at him. "I need my own clothes, Sirius."

His lips upturned in delight and then he picked her up, surprising a squeal out of her as he laid her on the kitchen table and spread her legs before him. "You can get those later, we haven't tried the table out yet."

Zee laughed as he covered her body with his and kissed her breast, his tongue trailing the underside of it. "No, I suppose we missed it earlier."

Sirius' tongue played her breast greedily and her hands fisted in his hair to hold him in place as she moaned in pleasure as his teeth nipped. His lips suckled her, nipping and kissing, licking and teasing her taut nipples, dancing around the edge as she squirmed under him in pleasure. Then he moved his mouth down her stomach, kissing her belly button, his tongue tickling the dangling silver chain that hung there and then burying his face in the dark triangle between her legs.

Zee cried out as his tongue plunged into her, lapping and sucking as he stroked her. He suckled her clit as she writhed beneath him, rolling it between his tongue in slow strokes to tease before he'd lick and suck. When he added his fingers, she cried out, her legs falling open wider before him. When the orgasm came over her, she cried out his name, her hands desperately holding the side of the kitchen table as he kissed his way back up her body.

"Off," she said desperately as she struggled to tug his jeans down his hips.

Sirius helped her, laughing when she pulled him down on top of the table with her and rolled over to straddle him. She took him deep inside of her, riding him hard and fast on the kitchen table as it creaked and groaned beneath them. He lifted his left leg, wrapping it around her as he held on, groaning her name.

Once they had caught their breath, she kissed him softly. "Still want to walk me home, Mr Black?"

Sirius grinned at her as she climbed off of the table and began to get dressed. "I mean, it is the neighbourly thing to do, Miss Zacarias."

And he laughed when his jeans hit him in the face.