The Pureblood Prince 30
The Dog and the Dawn.
Now that was a very strange dream. Sexy. But strange.
Aurora gazed at the ceiling, freshly blurry from her eye's nightly slumber. She rubbed at them with the base of her palms, feeling an instant coldness as the itchy cotton sheets travelled south around her midriff. Drawing her hands downward, she inspected her naked breasts with a most confused interest. As her attentiveness grew stronger, however, so thus did her senses. She slipped a hand under the covers and stroked her exposed belly, her thighs, and the dwelling between them, which, until last night, had been untouched by anyone else but herself… well, herself and a very casual experimentation with a Ravenclaw boy in fourth year, and another one in sixth year – but things that lasted less than two minutes hardly counted in Aurora's eyes.
She heard a shifting of bed springs and suddenly recalled that she did not end up making it home last night; she ended up in a room in the Leaky Cauldron. Shit, shit! Her brothers would pitilessly massacre her when she got back…
"Not enough for you, was it? Merlin, I'm only one man Sinistra." the equally naked being next to her enquired rather politely. Aurora could not lie: the sight of a topless, disheveled Sirius Black in the early morning light could probably never be enough.
She quickly drew her hands back out from between her legs and combed her fingers through what she could of her mixture of bed and sex hair – doubly chaotic. "I was just checking to see if everything was still there after the stunt you pulled. I'm only one woman, Black."
Sirius gave a spirited grin, which very much alleviated the slight awkwardness that had just been hanging above their heads. Aurora was almost tempted to kiss it – then quickly had to remind herself that it was not last night, and therefore it would not be as prudent to do such a thing, as they were not currently attacking each other against the bed head in very slightly inebriated states of mind.
Everything was too real in the morning, Aurora didn't like mornings: she needed the stars over her head. Bit ironic, really, when she shared her name with the Goddess of dawn. She gave a jolt when she felt a finger run down her spine. Too real, now.
"What now?" she asked in genuine interest, turning to face him, making sure that she kept herself covered with the sheets as she did so… even though he had recently seen all of her from top to bottom and then some – they had the stars above their heads then. Morning made everything all the more material and she was certainly not completely comfortable being in this state around him just yet. They had only just started talking to one another last night, for Merlin's sake.
"Well," Sirius started, melodiously stroking her shoulder in a not-entirely-uncomfortable way, "you could either grab all of your robes and run while I'm in the shower and never have to talk to or see me ever again, or you could just stay in bed and I'll serve you breakfast on bended knee… or you could join me in shower; actually, could we bump that one on the top of the list?"
"I knew Gryffindor's had absolutely noself-control, you're all animals." Aurora replied, the corner of her lip curling.
Sirius withdrew his physical attentions and leant back against the maltreated bedhead. "You have no idea," he said with a dashing smirk that made her insides twinge. "Besides, if you want to talk about self-control: we can turn our attentions to the person who hurled me onto this bed last night in the first place… I was the victim in this whole thing, you know."
"I'd watch that tongue… I can hurl you off it just as easily."
"Ah, I do so love my women vicious."
"You picked the right woman, then."
She swiped the sheets toward her and coiled it around her shoulders, leaving him even more unbearably naked. It took all of Aurora's willpower not to just sit there on the end of the bed ogling at his impeccably formed torso, with just enough chest hair to give him the air of picturesque masculinity without giving off the impression of being a Neanderthal lost in metropolis. She would not dare to think of her opinions of what was further south of his chest… she may have done something rather untoward if she did so. Sirius simply lay there in an impossibly casual manner for one who was so bare-naked, hands behind his neck and giving her the friendliest smile she had possibly ever seen. She looked away rather quickly and reached for a water jug on the dresser across from her side of the bed.
"Your head thumping into your skull as well?" Sirius queried from behind her.
"Oh - marginally," Aurora confirmed, pouring a full glass of the miracle liquid. When she finished she wiped the corner of her mouth and started to pour another one for him.
"Thanks," Sirius nodded as she handed him a goblet. "Now do you think you could either get dressed or come here and get under the covers with me? I'm a little… draughty over here."
An off-white sheet fluttered through the air and gracefully perched itself on the top of his head.
"Ah shit, I was so hoping it would have been the latter…"
"Provide me with options and that's what you get," Aurora teased, rummaging through the pile of various garments that had been hurled all over the floor. She picked up her bra and began to reattach it.
"No, no, no, no!" Sirius cried, crawling across the bed and grabbing her by the arm. "I take options back! There are no options anymore. I'm afraid I'm just going to have to rip that off you, Sinistra."
Aurora gave a yelp of protest as his warm hands wrapped around her waist and struggled to pull her down. After a few kicks and slaps she found herself back from whence she came: wrapped in his arms (not quite unlike how they ended up last night, only then he was a lot more sweatier and communicated in drawn-out moans and spasms as opposed to conversation).
"You are an amazing arse!" She sniggered, curling up against him and feeling tingles descending down the back of her neck as he stroked her back with the very ends of his fingers.
"You love my amazing arse."
Aurora extended her head back to look him in the eyes. "That may be, though I'm still on the fence about who's attached to said amazing arse."
"Amazing Arse says he's quite alright."
"Amazing Arse has a head up it."
They spend a good minute giggling like simpletons. Aurora's brain was still spinning around inside her skull in its bid to comprehend just what was happening here… Sirius was holding her too intimately in his arms, nestling his head in the crevice of her shoulder too closely, doing everything he shouldn't be doing for this to be considered a one-off drunken night out kind of dealing. For a few moments she could not bring herself to say anything – she selfishly enjoyed rolling around cuddling with him as he planted small kisses around her ears, however hollow and meaningless they might have been – but when the time came and she found herself making eye contact with him, she felt that she should perhaps now remove herself from his presence. It had been fun. If that was all it was, then Aurora was happy with it. Merlin knows she had needed some fun.
"Got somewhere to be, I suppose" Sirius mused as he watched her dress for a few moments and then proceeded to do the same. "Some kind of Astronomer gathering discussing the nature of the universe and the meaning of life or some crap that confuses the hell out of everybody, no doubt."
"No, I don't. And I'm an aspiring physicist – not a philosopher; I think you'll find the two are rather polar. I cannot stand people who sit around and muse for a living." Aurora retorted.
"Ah hah, difference noted. Cold, statistical iron-heart versus esoteric drunkard." He said, grinning underneath his shirt as he pulled it over his head. "Both essentially attempting to find the answers to the same question, though, are they not?"
"Oh, I couldn't give a damn about that question! Life's too fun to query it."
She watched a dashing smile tug at his lips.
"Truer words were never spoken!" he laid back onto the bed and arched his back to make room to slip on his pants. Aurora began to look for things to do to prevent her from saying goodbye to this sight and walking out. Out of all the wizards in the world… Sirius Black… the man she thought was nothing but a pleasantly put-together mass of muscles and moron… the man who was now making her question all preconceptions she ever had about anyone…
As if harnessing the powers of Legilimency on her he quipped, "funny how these things turn out, eh?"
"Turn out?" Aurora asked.
"… well…" Sirius shrugged, looking mildly embarrassed at her question, which was admittedly said in a manner that was far too harsh. "I mean… this whole thing…" he swept his hand over the bedspread "… anyway, I'm keeping you from running majestically away into the morning mist. Can't have that. Can't miss out on my last opportunity to stare at your voluptuous behind without feeling like an ogling, chauvinistic scumbucket."
As if preventing her from replying in the affirmative, he had mechanically reached for the folded up Daily Prophet that had been left on the tray along with their water jug. He shook his head as his eyes flicked across the front page, which was littered with what looked like an artists impression of dark, hooded figures walking purposely through murky woodland.
"The Followers Too Many To Be Named: You Know Who's supporters to swell into the thousands…" he muttered the articles title sadly. Aurora's euphoria hit the floor with a thump. What a way to end things between them: reading out loud about how the entire Wizarding World was doomed… maybe it was a ruse to get her back into bed again, she half expected his next words to be 'Well, we're all going to be brutally murdered by the world's evilest man and his legions of embryonic psychopaths soon anyway, so why the hell not jump right back into my lap?'
"We'll find some way to end this, you know." - were what his actual next words happened to be. "Though your charming oily little friend might just regret the day he was ever born if I ever find him in a dark alley."
A delicate hand clenched the top of the newspaper he held high above his head and ripped it right out of his hands, exposing a face that made him recoil and anticipate a minor bust-up.
"I don't want to hear about You Know Who, or any of his humdrum cronies with barely half a brain cell to share between them – oily little vomit-inducing gits included," Aurora snarled as she straddled him, her face an inch above his own… which had slowly illuminated in its surprise. "I refuse to give them the satisfaction of being the topic of any of our conversations."
"Then what…" Sirius breathed. "… What would you prefer to converse about?"
"I'm sitting here on your lap and currently unfastening the buttons of your trousers," Aurora replied. "I think that's a rather stupid question, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," was the answer she could barely make out as their lips traced one another's. In a matter of blurred moments splashed with clothing, flesh and hair, she had rendered him trouser-less and pinned against the bedhead once again; her tongue delicately savored the taste of his inner thighs for a purposeful and agonising stretch of time. From her occasional glance upward along the rough cotton sheets she discerned his beautiful face, and it was contorted with painful, aching frustration. Aurora smirked.
How the tables have turned. You will soon find out who has the real power in this relationship.
Sirius initiated small, tiny little gasps of suppliant whimpers as her wet lips journeyed closer and closer to what had been the epicentre of his young existence these past few years. His hips began bucking upward, the epicentre yearning to be touched, and to be touched enough to be allowed release.
"Nnngh…" was what the collection of sounds issuing forth from his mouth sounded like, in the most vague manner possible. "I thought," he sighed, "I thought you were leaving."
Aurora's head shot straight up; from her curtain of coffee-coated chocolate hair, Sirius caught a transitory peek of devilishly disdainful eyes.
"Well, no… but seeing as you are so damned committed to see the back of me then perhaps I will!" She pushed herself up from the bed violently and spun around preparatory to taking flight from him, before he grasped at her wrist mercilessly.
"No! You know I didn't mean that! Please, Rora!"
She glanced down to find him on all fours, naked, eyes begging for her return; Aurora stroked her lips and smirked.
"Sadistic viper," Sirius quipped under his breath. "I think I quite like you."
"Viper? Well, I don't know if I like you but I like the sound of that."
"Then Viper it is," he said with a sparkle in his eye. Aurora waited for him continue begging her to come back, but instead he continued to stare at her in a way that was almost quite truly demonstrative.
"Don't leave."
Well that wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear… if this was a challenge of wills, she was determined to win it.
"I'll leave you however I want to leave you," Aurora smiled. "It was fun, 'Amazing Arse', but I think we'll leave it there. You can finish on your own – I'm sure you're well experienced in that arena?"
"I didn't mean in that way… well, maybe I did a little bit but come on-" he gestured to her. "- You started it this morning. And you were sober this morning."
"Ding, ding, ding."
"Meet me for dinner tonight?"
"No."
"Lunch?"
"No. Oh, fine. Maybe."
"Good enough," he shrugged. "I'll give you a few hours to run away and then I'll come and hunt you down and drag you back here." He crawled towards her still-standing form and brought it down to sit next to him; he kissed her once on the cheek and then, leaving a space of ten seconds to ensure that she wouldn't throttle him, kissed her once again on the lips.
"Bye, then," he said tenderly.
Aurora brought their lips together again; oh… oh…it was too good.
"Say please," she demanded in less than a whisper as they parted once more. Sirius cocked his head.
"Wh-? Come again?" he queried.
"You will if you say please." Aurora retorted as fast as a lightning strike.
Sirius made a noise in between a laugh and a pant. "Oh, Merlin…" he said, exasperated, shaking his head in what she hoped was a physical expression of just how damned lucky he was feeling right now. "Please?"
"What are you, a mouse?" Aurora placed too warm hands upon his chest and pushed him onto the bed. She toppled over his front, spreading her legs all over his hips; her hands snaked down from his chest to the now rather rigid collection of supplements she found underneath her. She began to stroke them; just enough to provide a slither of welcomed contact, but not enough to quench.
"Uh, fuck, don't… don't…" he moaned. "… don't start this again. Fuck, Rora."
"I don't think those are quite the right words."
"Please!" he grunted. "Please! Please! Urgh!"
She sunk down in between him then, abandoning the façade. Their hips shifted together at a breakneck pace: fuck, it was ten thousand times better when she was sober. And when she was on top of him, in control of the whole production. She could get used to this.
From the way he attentively and delicately kissed her in an almost ironic manner (considering how brutal and fanatically heated their bonking was)… she certainly could get used to this. For the first time in a year, she felt so, so good.
The shadowy figures on the front page of the Daily Prophet continued to journey forth in the darkness and inflate to such astronomical numbers that the entire page clouded in pitch black nightfall, and the impending destruction continued to build in the world outside the room in which they lay… but today… today there was not one person alive who could care less.
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