Author's Note:

In my story, Ginny is close with all of her brothers, but Bill is her favourite and she trusts him more than anyone in the world.

Side note: 'Ypa' is a Russian saying for 'cheers' basically or good cheer in the same way that we say 'sláinte mhaith' in Gaelic meaning 'good health'.

Harry comes home from school in the next chapter. According to the timeline, the Chamber of Secrets incident was at the end of May and they still had about three more weeks left of school to attend too. And yes, Harry and Sirius WILL talk.

Reviews and Comments: To Millie072: I wanted Sirius to see that his son was okay and accept Harry's wishes to go home. He was supposed to be with Remus and he knew that and when McGonagall and Harry said he was all right, he agreed to go to let Harry celebrate with his friends. It does not mean he was going away for long. To alix33: Thank you! I thought it was nice for Sirius to see Dobby protect Harry as well. To Guest: I'm sorry, it would be cool for Ginny's parents to have turned out to be the Flemels? Why? LOL. To teachergirl: Thanks for your comment on a story you clearly are not enjoying. Maybe it's just me, but if I'm not enjoying something, I don't waste my time reading it. To Steelcode: Sirius is not going to be happy when he finds out Voldemort was behind the Chamber of Secrets and yes, he will be meeting the parents. To Saz: Yay! You caught up again! Thank you!

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE:

The One Where Ginny Is Scared Harry Will Never Speak To Her Again

Ginny woke up in the hospital wing the next afternoon feeling drowsy and sore. She shifted, grunting a bit and large hands immediately gripped her own hands and warm lips brushed over her knuckles. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the sight of her favourite brother sitting in the chair by her bed.

"Bill," she whispered hoarsely.

"Hey, Firecracker. Have some water," he instructed, holding out a glass with a straw for her to drink slowly. "Good girl," he said placing the water back on the nightstand. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore," she admitted, nestling back against the pillow. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you."

She smiled and then tears welled up in her eyes. "Did Mum and Dad tell you what I did?"

He nodded solemnly, kissing her hands again. "Yeah, they did, baby girl."

Ginny's bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold her tears back. "Am I going to Azkaban?"

"No!" Bill exclaimed, climbing into the bed with her and tugging her close. "Never. It's not your fault, Ginny. Don't you remember that Dumbledore told you there would be no punishment? You were bewitched by You Know Who. It's not your fault."

"It is!" she insisted, "I wrote in the diary. I opened the Chamber of Secrets! It is my fault that everyone was attacked!"

Bill kissed her forehead, cuddling her close. "No one blames you, Ginny. No one. Professor Dumbledore made it very clear that you were possessed by a cursed object enchanted by You Know Who. Gin… you're lucky to be alive, do you know that? He was… he was trying to take your soul from you."

She snuggled into his embrace, the tears tricking from her eyes. "He came out of the diary…"

Bill froze at her words. He rubbed his hands over her arms as he held her. He had overheard Madam Pomfrey talking to his parents when he had first arrived early yesterday morning. The possession had taken a toll on her body both emotionally and physically, but it was the physical damage that worried him for the moment. Madam Pomfrey had told them that she had been penetrated: The blood had come from the loss of her virginity and the thought of someone raping her, of hurting her like that, made him so angry. She was only a child. Mrs Weasley had made that pretty clear insisting that Ginny hadn't even experienced her womanly cycle yet as she was still only eleven years old.

"What happened when he came out of the diary, Ginny? Will you tell me?" he asked her, his voice quiet. He wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know, but he thought that it was a good idea to get her to talk about it, if she was willing too.

And his Firecracker had always told him everything.

Ginny kept her face buried in his shoulder. Her voice was muffled, but Bill heard every word. "I… you… you won't love me any more."

Bill pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll love you even more if you trust me with this. Do you trust me, Firecracker?"

Ginny stared at him for a long moment and then she buried her face in his shoulder again. "He spoke to me at first, thanked me for helping him get free. He told me that I was going to be rewarded for my good work. He didn't look real, Bill — it was like a spell — the way he seemed to fade in and out almost ghost-like. And then he wasn't so ghost-like anymore…"

Bill continued to run his hands up and down her arms, but he didn't speak, worried if he interrupted her she would stop.

"He grabbed me by the front of my robes and he called me a pathetic little girl, too stupid to understand what was happening… and he ripped my robes open. He took my wand from me and he backhanded me across the face," she said softly. "My cheek burned and I bit my tongue and tasted copper. He asked me if the infamous Boy Who Lived would try to save me when he realized that I had been taken. I told him that Harry wouldn't come for me. He sneered at me and said that he had a feeling he would and then he hit me again and I fell down."

Her voice wasn't trembling anymore. It was almost like she had gone into a trance like state as she spoke, calmly and quickly, as if desperate to get the words out now.

"He kicked me when I fell and I cried out and he laughed. He said… he said that he liked it when they cried and then he knelt over me and he shoved his hand up my skirt and he pulled my knickers down and he… touched me… there… I tried to get away from him and he laughed and then he took this big dirty bone from the ground and he… he put it up inside of me and it hurt so much and I cried and he shoved it in harder, laughing as he did. He said that the crying made it better, made him enjoy it more… so I stopped crying and he… that made him mad. He slapped me again and then he… he licked the blood from the bone and he smiled at me. And then he undid his trousers and he… he touched himself. I tried to crawl away, but he held me in place, kneeling over me as he… there was panting and grunting and then there was this hot, sticky, white stuff on my face and on my neck and he grunted again, his knees holding me in place and then he did up his trousers, fixed my robes, and then he kicked me again and again and the last thing that I remember was him twirling the bone through his fingers and smiling down at me before everything went dark."

Bill kissed the top of her head, holding his anger in check as his eyes flashed furiously.

"When I woke up, Harry was holding me and he was covered in blood and there was a giant snake with a sword through its head and Tom was gone… he saved me, Bill. He saved me after I hurt all those people. I didn't deserve it. I should have died down there."

"Hey," Bill said, holding her close. "No, this is not on you, Ginny. It wasn't you. You were possessed by the darkest wizard that the world has ever known. You can't be held accountable for what happened to you. You weren't yourself."

Ginny shook her head. "But I kept writing in it! I remember what Dad said about never trusting anything if you can't see where it keeps it's brain, but I thought he was nice — I trusted him! Harry was suspicious of my diary, but I didn't listen to him and now look… he must hate me! He's not going to want to be my friend anymore!"

"Shh," Bill said, rocking her gently in his arms. "You put your trust in the wrong person. It happens, Ginny. You couldn't have known. No one blames you. No one hates you — least of all Harry."

Ginny only nodded, but Bill could tell that he didn't believe her. Madam Pomfrey came in to check on her patient and frowned when she saw him lying in the hospital bed, but her eyes softened when she watched Ginny turn into him, her face resting over his heart.

Ginny let the matron check her over and all she could think about was how much everyone was going to hate her now. How was she ever going to apologize to them? And Harry? How much did he hate her now? It was bad enough that she had convinced herself that she had this silly crush on him and sent him an embarrassing singing Valentine and now this… she had ruined their friendship! She sighed when Bill held her closer, closing her eyes at the feeling of warmth and safety engulfed her. She could smell his cologne and the faintest whiff of powdered sugar. He made her feel safe.

She smiled at her parents when they came back into the room and let her mother cradle her to her breast like she was a child. She took her potions and drifted off to sleep again, the sounds of her parents and eldest brother talking quietly around her. She was grateful for the dreamless sleep potion as she lost herself in a deep and dreamless sleep.

The moment that she was asleep, Bill looked at his parents, his fingers tapping impatiently on his leg. "She remembers all of it. Once the possession wore off, she remembered everything. She knows what she did while he had control over her. This isn't going to be something that we can sweep under the rug and make go away."

"I know that," Mrs Weasley said, gently running her fingers through Ginny's hair. "It's time for me to have a long talk with her too."

"Detailed talk, Mum, very detailed. He did… You Know Who… his memory — whatever he was — he raped her."

Mr Weasley's eyes were dark with rage, but when they turned upon his daughter, they softened. "Did she tell you that?"

Bill nodded. "Just now, I got her to talk to me. I don't think she really understands what happened to her. He used a bone to do it so, I guess that's one small consolation, but he still ejaculated all over her. She was forced to watch while he pleasured himself, turned on from the pain of raping her."

All of the blood drained from Mrs Weasley's face at her son's words, her fingers gently brushing Ginny's cheek. "She doesn't know what that means."

"She knows enough, Mum. She's innocent, and she needs someone to explain all of this to her; to explain exactly what happened and what it means and to tell her about what sex can be," Bill insisted. "We can't let this traumatize her. We can't let her grow up with this being her sexual experience and sexual knowledge. She needs to know."

Mrs Weasley nodded. "I know. When we bring her home, I'm going to talk to her. We're going to have a long chat, her and I. Poppy says that this experience might bring on her monthlies as well. The shock of it, she says, it can increase stress hormones and jump start puberty. She's still young yet. I never received my monthlies until I was thirteen, but every girl is different. We're going to bring her to a Mind Healer as well."

Bill stared at his sleeping sister and leaned back in his chair. "Why don't you all come out to Cairo for a few weeks? It will be tight in my flat, but I'd love to have you. I can show you around, you can see what I do there, and I think the change of scenery will be good for all of you, especially for Ginny."

Mr Weasley smiled and squeezed his son's shoulder. "That sounds like a good plan, Bill, but we can't afford that right now."

"Let me take Gin then. A few weeks, it will be good for her. We have a great Mind Healer on site in Cairo as some of the stuff we find can be rather disturbing. She's great and Ginny will like her."

Mrs Weasley hesitated, her eyes on her husband. "Arthur, we do have that bit put away for a new roof and this would be…" she trailed off at her husband's look. "No, you're right, it's too much right now."

Mr Weasley smiled at his wife. "Let's get our baby home and we'll see how everything goes. If after two weeks, we think that she could use the break, we'll send her to you."

Bill nodded, smiling at his parents. "Deal."

~ ASC ~

The next morning, Harry made his way to the hospital wing and over to where Ginny was still recuperating. He saw Bill sitting by her bed, his long legs resting on the end of the hospital bed and crossed at the ankles as he flipped through the newspaper in his hand. His red hair was tied back at the nape of his neck, a few loose tendrils hanging in the front. He smiled when he heard Harry approach.

"Hi, Bill, is she awake?"

Bill nodded, grinning at him and jumping to his feet. "Yeah, she is." He shook Harry's hand vigourously. "Thank you for saving her."

Harry shrugged and blushed. "Can I have a moment with her?"

Bill squeezed Harry's shoulder gently. "Of course." He leaned around the curtain to smile at his sister. "Hey, Firecracker, Harry's here to see you. I'll be back in a bit."

He left them alone as Harry walked around the bed to sit in the chair Bill had just vacated. "Hi, Gin."

Ginny smiled at him. She was wearing her father's favourite jumper, despite the fact that it dwarfed her, the feeling of warmth it provided comforted her as if he was still in the room with her. Her hair had been washed and braided and she looked better, less pale and scared.

"Hi, Harry."

"I'm sorry."

Ginny stared at him. "You're sorry? Harry, I'm so sorry! If I only would have listened to you — if I had just realized that the diary wasn't good for me… all of those people… Colin and Hermione especially… I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?"

Harry shook his head and leaned over the bed to take her hand. "You didn't know, Ginny, and I didn't know either. It was Voldemort's fault, not yours."

She nodded, flinching slightly at the use of the name. "Everyone keeps saying that, but I was there, Harry, I still did those things."

"Yes, you did, but it wasn't really you," he told her. "When I got into that chamber, I thought that you were dead… there was blood. I was scared that I had been too late. I can't lose you, Ginny."

She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "You saved me."

He flushed a little. "Anyone would have —" he trailed off at her look. "Er, all right, yeah I guess I did."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment before those chocolate brown orbs met his. "Did you really kill that giant snake with a sword?"

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it was trying to kill me." She only smiled and he grinned at her. "Get some rest, all right? Ron's still sleeping, but I'm sure he'll come see you when he wakes up."

She nodded as he stood up. "Thanks, Harry, for everything."

Harry only nodded and smiled at her. "You're welcome."

~ ASC ~

Sirius took a deep breath before he let himself in the front door of Zee's house a few days later. The idea of meeting her parents was more way terrifying of a prospect than he wanted to admit. Parents were weird people to him. His own had been the worst imaginable and the Potters, they had been the best kind of parents that he could ever imagine.

But meeting his girlfriend's parents? That was something else entirely.

At least that's what he kept telling himself.

He had spent the last few days getting evasive answers from his son on what had happened and he was frustrated by it even though Harry promised to explain everything when he came home. He needed this distraction, he thought. He needed something to prevent him from marching down to Hogwarts and demanding that Harry tell him everything.

His hands were full of the gifts that he had brought and he smiled warmly at Zee when she stepped into the foyer to greet him.

"Sirius!" she exclaimed, standing on her toes to kiss him softly. "What's all this?"

He passed her the bouquet of mixed tulips. "For you," he said, bending to kiss her again. "And these are for your parents."

Zee beamed at the flowers. "They're beautiful! You didn't have to do this."

He shrugged. "I wanted to."

She smiled at him. "Stop being nervous. My parents are going to love you. Come on; they're in the living room."

Sirius only sighed as she placed her hand on his arm and led him through the archway into the living room. The couple was sitting on the sofa and he smiled at them.

The woman was beautiful. Sirius guessed she was mid to late forties, but he would have easily put her ten years younger if he didn't know who she was. She had dark brown hair that she wore pulled away from her face. Her eyes were a deep hazel. The man was tall with salt and pepper in his dark blondish brown hair worn short and military style. He had intense blue eyes that screamed Auror, but were the same exact shape as his daughter's.

"Mama, Papa, this is Sirius Black. Sirius, my parents, Sorcha and Misha Zacarias."

Misha stepped forward, extending his hand. "Sirius, it is nice to meet you at last."

Sirius accepted the man's hand, shaking it. "You as well, Mr Zacarias." He handed the man the bottle he had brought with him. "I brought this for you, Zee tells me that it's your favourite."

Misha accepted the bottle of Stolichnaya with a smile. "It is, vank you. Do you like vodka yourself?"

"I usually drink Firewhiskey or beer, but I've never tried that particular brand of vodka before, no."

Misha smiled and tapped the bottle. "Ve shall have to open it ven so, you can sip real Russian vodka. Ve make va very best!"

"Misha," Sorcha said with a smile. "Stop harassing the poor man."

"Sorcha," he said with exaggeration making her smile.

Sorcha extended her hand out to Sirius, blinking in surprise when he kissed her knuckles. "I am Sorcha Zacarias."

Sirius handed her the bouquet in his arms. "Sirius Black; Sorcha, a beautiful name. These are for you, Mrs Zacarias," he told her passing her the bouquet.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, how gorgeous! Water roses, oriental lilies, astrantia, and is that eucalyptus? Thank you! I do love my flowers. Zee must have told you about my little window garden back home."

"You're welcome and yes, she did."

Zee smiled. "Mama, why don't you come put those in water along with these lovely tulips that Sirius brought me. Papa, I'll get you some glasses for your vodka."

Misha nodded and placed the bottle on the coffee table before he sat down. Sirius took a seat on the love seat across from him, smiling at Lady Godiva when she came over and rested her head on his knee. "Her panther rather likes you."

Sirius scratched the large cat behind the ears and smiled. "Seems too. She's pretty friendly."

Misha snorted. "I vouldn't say vat. Vat cat bit her last boyfriend in va… you call vem bollocks?"

Sirius' eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Misha nodded. "She's a very good judge of character vat one. She knew vat last man, he vasn't good. So, she acted. Lady Godiva and I vink alike."

Sirius only nodded unsure whether or not to believe Misha as Zee and Sorcha came back into the room with four glasses. Misha put a freezing charm on the bottle, chilling the vodka before he poured them each a double shot and passed it around. He held the glass up as a toast and smiled.

"Ypa!"

Sirius tossed back the vodka, the smooth flavour it of it on his tongue. He had to admit, it was damn good. He smiled at Zee as she settled next to him and patted his knee gently.

Misha poured them all a double shot again as he spoke. "Zahira vells us vat you have a son?"

"I do. Godson technically, but he's been with me since he was five."

"Are you a good parent?"

Sirius smiled. "I think so."

"He's a wonderful father," Zee told him with a smile. "Harry is very lucky to have him, Papa. Sirius and his friend Remus have both raised him."

Sorcha rolled her eyes. "Misha likes to think that he is intimidating."

"I am!" he insisted, turning to glare at her.

Sirius chuckled. "If I didn't know you were an Auror, I would have known you were an Auror or at least in law enforcement. You have that scary intimidating eye stare perfected."

Misha looked pleased with this. "I have been an Auror now for virty-two years. Been married to my Sorcha now for venty years. I am happy vith my life."

Sorcha took her husband's hand in her own, kissing his fingers and smiled. "Zee says that you repair old motorbikes and work for the Hogwarts Board of Governors?"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I love motorbikes and working on the Board has been a nice change of pace for me."

"You don't vant to get yourself a career, do something important," Misha asked. "Zee tells me vat you already spent time in prison?"

Sirius nodded, letting out a slow breath. "I did. For a crime that I never committed. I was pardoned and released, and no — I don't plan on having a career any time soon. My life involves my son, raising him, and doing what I can for him to keep him safe. My job on the board has recently been taking up a lot of my time as well as we're building on the education program. I enjoy what I do. And I don't need to work financially to survive."

"Va Black family is rather vell known, even in Moscow. I met your father once, Orion, vas it?" At Sirius' nod, he grimaced. "You are nothing like him."

"That I can assure you is the highest form of compliment you can give me. My father and I did not see eye to eye, especially not once the war broke out. He thought Voldemort had the right idea at the time."

Misha nodded, holding up his glass again and urging the others to do the same. "Ypa!"

Sirius drank it back, the icy burn feeling good on his throat.

"You vought in vat var?"

"I did until my best friends were murdered by Voldemort and then I went to prison."

Misha watched him for a moment and poured just he and Sirius another glass. He brought it to his lips and shot it back. "Ypa!"

Sirius did the same. Misha poured them each another double shot, toasted, and once again knocked it back and Sirius followed suit.

"You are a very brave man," Misha said simply, placing his empty glass on the table and then he turned to smile at his daughter. "Vhat are you making us for dinner, Zahira?"

Sirius smiled. He felt like he had just passed a test of some kind and was pleased when he managed to stand successfully with the vodka making his head pound. But he had to admit, Misha and Sorcha Zacarias were not anything like had expected.

Dinner was even rather enjoyable not to mention that the food was amazing. Zee made her infamous Scottish salmon with neeps and tatties along with her father's favourite pirozhki stuffed with cottage cheese and jam. While they ate, Zee's parents talked about how they had met.

After Zee's mother Magnolia had been killed, Misha had been on a revenge mission. After bringing Zee to Georgia to live with Magnolia's parents in America, he did everything in his power to hunt down the man who had murdered his wife. It took him over a year to do so. It was soon after finding the culprit and putting him in prison that he was interviewed by a young, new and upcoming Scottish reporter named Sorcha Brown, looking for a juicy story. They fell in love and moved from Moscow to Edinburgh with Zee in tow and Zee continued to spend one month out of every summer in America with her grandparents. They lived half the year in Scotland and half the year in Russia so that Zee was able to spend time with the Zacarias family and the Brown family when she wasn't at the Koldovstoretz School of Magic.

Misha was Head Auror of the Russian Law Enforcement now, having been promoted ten years prior and he enjoyed it immensely. It also meant that he no longer did field work as often, which pleased Sorcha. Sorcha worked as a freelance journalist for newspapers and magazines both in the United Kingdom and in Russia.

Sirius told them more about Harry and himself, how James' parents had taken him in when he was sixteen. After dinner they had tea and pie and Zee's parents headed home, kissing their daughter goodbye and hugging her close. Sorcha hugged Sirius and Misha slapped him on the back with a big smile.

When Zee closed the door behind them she grinned up at Sirius. "See? That wasn't awful, was it?"

Sirius sighed as she wrapped her arms around him, her head resting over his heart. "No, it wasn't awful. Your parents are very nice people."

She smiled against his chest. "I think Papa even liked you and he's hard to please. Plus you did four shots of Stolichnaya before dinner without batting an eye, that impressed him alone especially because Papa's idea of a shot is two shots to most people."

Sirius grinned and bent his head to kiss the top of her head. "Your mum is sweet. I liked both of them very much. I see both of them in you. You look a bit like your dad, in the shape of your eyes and around the mouth, but you have your mother's innate kindness."

"I like to think so," Zee said with a smile. "I look quite a bit like my mother though. Have I ever shown you a picture of her?" She moved over to the fireplace and reached for one of the fifteen picture frames there and grabbed the one of her parents' wedding. "This is my mother, Magnolia, and this was my Papa when he met her. See, he was handsome even back then. My mother's skin was darker than mine since my grandmother was African-American, but we look very much the same otherwise."

Sirius had to agree. Magnolia had the same wild hair, though Zee's was lighter, more of a dark blondish-brown, but he could see the similarities. Zee's eyes were slightly more slanted, like her father's, and her skin bronzed gold. "So, the curls come from your mum then?"

She smirked. "Papa, too, though he'd never admit it. It's why he keeps his hair so short to begin with. He says they are unmanly."

Sirius chuckled and put the photo back down. "Well, I've met the parents. Now, where's my reward?"

Zee laughed when he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the love seat, sitting her sideways in his lap as he sat down. "A reward? I don't believe that I agreed to this."

"No, you just claimed that you were late for work and took off."

"I was late to work because someone distracted me in the shower!"

Sirius' eyebrow rose. "Who imposed on who's shower, baby?"

She laughed and kissed him softly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He smirked and popped open a button on the blouse she was wearing. "Lies."

Zee merely grinned at him, her chin defiantly out. "What kind of reward were you looking for?"

"Sexual favours of the most deviant nature obviously," he said, his lips moving to her throat.

"Deviant?"

Sirius licked the pulse in her neck. "Most deviant."

Zee let out a small gasp when his lips trailed over her shoulder, sliding her shirt off. She hadn't even realized that he'd unbuttoned the entire thing. "I don't think I agreed to deviant."

Sirius' tongue trailed under her arm, his lips pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along the underside of her arm and to her elbow. "Oh, no? You're about to."

She didn't know what to say to that when he stood up, holding her in his arms and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed, vanished her clothes, and summoned the silk tie from her bathrobe into his hand before he tied her hands above her head and secured her to the headboard.

"Sirius!"

He smirked at her, his hand trailing between her breasts, over her stomach, and down between her legs, teasing gently.

"Yes, baby?"

"Untie me!" she insisted, struggling against her tied wrists.

He kissed her gently, softly, and lingering over the taste of her until she was trembling. "Trust me."

Zee's dark eyes looked up at him and she nodded.

He smiled in triumph and pulled his tee shirt over his head, carefully tying it over her eyes.

"Sirius," she said softly.

"No," he said, kissing her lips. "Shush."

And then he stretched out sideways across the bed on his stomach, lifted her leg, and placed it over the back of his neck and bent his head to feast on her.

She cried out in surprise as his tongue swept across her, "Sirius!"

He simply smirked against her and kept going, the angle different than anything he had done before as he eagerly swept his tongue over her and into her, tasting her as she trembled and gasped his name. When the orgasm finally swept over her, she screamed his name and he grinned triumphantly, kissing his way up her stomach and taking off the blindfold.

"That was the dessert that I needed," he said.

"Untie me," she demanded, breathless.

Sirius did as she asked and she pounced on him, tugging his jeans down and freeing him as her hand slid over him, stroking his balls in delight. He arched into her hand and she smiled.

"Do you know what I love about you?"

"What?" he asked, groaning as her nails slid gently over his sack.

"How much pleasure you take in pleasing me. It's such a turn on. I've never been with anyone who was so giving, so good at getting me off."

He smirked at that as her thumb brushed over his tip. "I love watching you come for me."

Zee stroked his length. "I love coming for you."

Sirius chuckled and then groaned when she pumped him twice, stopping to fondle him again. "Zee…"

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Sirius' eyes met hers. "You know what I like."

"Mmm, yes I do, but what do you want right now?" she asked, her thumb stroking the underside of his thick length achingly slow. "Where do you want my hands? My mouth? My body? Tell me." She squeezed him and he groaned. "I want to give you that reward that you were so keen on a little bit ago."

"Mouth," he hissed when she pumped him again.

Zee merely raised an eyebrow. "Where do you want my mouth? Here?" she asked, kissing his abs. "Or perhaps here," her mouth slid along his ribs in soft whispering kisses.

Sirius groaned. "Anywhere."

She smirked and kissed the inside of his elbow, then the underside of his knee, his thigh, his ankle, his sack, his right nipple, his throat… and he was panting.

"Like this? Is this how you want my mouth?"

Sirius continued to pant as her thumb continued to idly stroke the underside of him. "No."

"No?"

Sirius grabbed a fistful of her curls. "Put your mouth on me."

Zee smirked and placed her mouth on his throat. "Like this?"

Sirius tugged on her hair. "Suck my sodding prick, Zee."

She laughed and kissed his lips softly. "There's that naughty mouth that I love so much."

And then she slid down him, his hand still fisted in those curls, and proceeded to do exactly that.