This chapter has my first ~lemony~ scene, and for those not fond of such, I have the area blocked off with *** on either side, so that it can be skipped.
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They ate the cheesecake first.

It was the most decadent, rich, thick dessert either of the witches had ever had- and between the two of them, they'd eaten over half before remembering they had 'real food' waiting in the corner. It was something the baker had labeled a 'Save room for Sin' cheesecake, which had a dark chocolate crust, raspberry jam folded into the cheesecake middle, and a dark chocolate ganache finish. It had lived up to the title.

"So-" Tonks started, cross legged on the floor across from where Ramona was perched on a pillow, allowing them both to reach the coffee table better, "Why are we hiding out?"

Ramona had insisted on this. Starting with dessert. Immature printed pajamas. Tonks had even braided Ramona's hair, like when they were young girls. An old fashioned sleep over.

"Because." Ramona shrugged. "I don't know how to begin, but I know its all too much, and I needed just-" She took an exaggerated deep breath, and blew out, rolling her hands away from her body as if fanning the breath away. "I needed a minute."

"You know, we haven't really got to talk about... anything... since you told Sirius about the baby. I'm still kind of in the dark over here." Tonks joked. "Maybe if you don't know where to start, you could start at the very beginning, go all the way back, even the part I already know. It might help just to lay it out there."

Ramona blinked back at her for a second.

"You just want to know what he's like in bed."

"I do, I really do." Tonks snorted, and they both laughed together. "Listen- full disclosure, I am not attracted to Sirius, he's literally family. But I do have eyes and I can see he's really hot, yeah? And you know, I want to know. Its a morbid curiosity, but as your best friend I feel like I get some slack here."

Ramona sighed heavily, ate the last bite of her steamed pork dumpling, and took a long sip from her lemon water. She kept eye contact with Tonks, in an unspoken staring contest the entire time, and Tonks continued to lean in as she waited.

"Fine." Ramona sighed at last. "From the beginning."

"Yes!" Tonks threw a hand up in triumph, and she grabbed a pillow from the couch and adjusted slightly on the floor to be more comfortable for the story.

"It started the day I cut his hair." Ramona began.
-~-~-~-

Remus was job hunting, once again, and it meant he often did odd jobs for construction, mill work, and the like. It wasn't his first, or even second choice, but he did to keep up his part of the bills and not be a financial drain on his sister and her kindness.

It also meant that Ramona would be home alone with the resident fugitive. They'd been back at Remus and Ramona's mother's home (theirs, now, by deed and right; though they never referred to it any other way than as their mother's home) for about five weeks, and together Remus and Ramona had worked to try and nurse Sirius back to some semblance of health. Potions and protein shakes, regular meals, clothes that fit. Things that should've been given all along, even to prisoners, Ramona thinks.

Sirius was a wonderful house guest. First one up to help with any household chore, ever thankful for their kindness and self sacrifice that he knew just housing him really was for the siblings. He took any and all potions and extra shakes either of the Lupins' offered him with thanks, never questioning or arguing, even when they both knew what he was having to swallow down had to have been foul tasting.

Remus went for runs with him, though poor Sirius had to wear sunglasses, a hat, and long sleeves each run, but it had helped him build himself back up.

Their work had, for the most part, paid off. Sirius Black is no longer the malnourished, skeletal figure he'd been when first welcomed in their door. He was more filled out, leaner. His skin fit his body once again and it was more evident than before- he had not lost his looks to Azkaban.

His hair, however, needed help.

Years of poor dirt and hygiene due to his captivity had taken its tole on what had once been his signature locks; new growth had started at the roots, but the damage to the length of the hair was done. It was broken and frayed, and simply needed a fresh start. He'd been able to shave off the scraggly beard he'd grown from being on the run that had hidden just how attractive he still was, but a shower and shave had brought the 'Sirius' out of the wild man he'd been before.

Ramona cleared her throat, always a bit shyer around him when her brother was not around.

Sirius was notoriously a hopeless flirt. It had become apparent this was another thing years in prison had not taken from him, given the winks and remarks he would sometimes make when Remus was out of earshot or out of sight. Ramona had pushed it out of her mind that he really meant anything. Ramona knew herself, and she knew she was probably overly cautious. She'd had a farce of relationship which had put her in St. Mungo's once, and she'd decided that maybe love wasn't for her. Simple as that.

So when Ramona cleared her throat, calling Sirius' attention from a magazine Remus had brought him, and his deep, intense grey eyes snapped up to meet her hazel ones, she'd automatically taken a physical step back.

'Just- I wondered if you'd want me to cu-cut your hair.' Ramona stammered over her words, awkwardly gesturing to her own head of hair. 'It's just, it'll grow much healthier if you s-start over, that's all.'

'That would be really, really nice, actually.' Sirius replied with a small smile. 'Thank you.'

Ramona had retreated upstairs and gathered the supplies she kept for cutting Remus' hair, a spray bottle, some scissors, a comb and razor, and a towel to use as a barber's cape, with one of her hair clips to keep the towel/cape closed.

When she came back into the kitchen, Sirius had his back to her, and was just shrugging off the green cotton button down shirt Remus had lent him off his shoulders. Ramona couldn't help her eyes as they followed the movement of his muscles under the tattooed skin, and she felt her mouth go dry.

'Just gonna grab a water, before we start. Fancy one?' She'd called, moving past him quickly, eyes now on the floor. She'd practically thrown her barber's supplies down on the table beside him as she moved to the sink with her glass.

'I'm fine, thanks.' Sirius had replied, and Ramona had recalled specifically thinking to herself, yes, you really are.

One half choked glass of water later, Ramona was nearly finished with his hair. She'd left a bit of the length, as much as she could without leaving any of the broken or unhealthy bits on, but it was enough for the dark locks to fall in his eyes, and for him to slick back the way she'd seen him do several times when coming down from showering in their brief time together thus far. It just left straightening his sideburns off with a razor and making sure it was an even cut, but still, Ramona dreaded it.

'Nearly done, just...' She'd moved from behind him and gently took his face in one hand, tilting his head from side to side as she did the delicate work of getting rid of the excess hair on his sideburns, shaving back up to right before his ears. She then moved his face to be straight on to hers, and she tried her best not to pay attention to the way his large, piercing grey eyes followed her every move. She'd become hyper aware of the air in the room, the fabric of her sundress on her body, her own pulse, trying anything to distract herself from his gaze. A bead of summer sweat, or perhaps nervous sweat rolled down her face and she let go of his sharp jawline and stepped back. 'There. Much better.'

A simple flick of her wand and the discarded hair had vanished.

Ramona moved away to the counter, cleaning her equipment, keeping her back to him, hoping desperately he'd put his bloody shirt back on. She gasp so hard it made her cough when, rather than Sirius leaving from the kitchen and back to his reading, she felt his body flush with hers, one arm reaching around and catching her wrist, which he pulled back and kissed the knuckles of the hand he'd taken.

'Was it so bad before?' He teased.

'N-no.' Ramona sputtered.

'Oh, good. You had me worried for a moment, doll.'

Doll? Ramona thought. That one is new.

Sirius' fingers delicately ghosted over her arm, up to her shoulder, where he moved her hair to once side, away from her neck, and he leaned into her, his voice husky and deep.

'You've got a little thing for me, don't you?' Sirius ask, his lips so close to her ear, his breath tickling her skin and causing her heart to turn flips in her chest. 'Its alright, lovely. You're in safe hands.'

Again, his hands feather light moved across her, to her hips, where he guided her to turn to face him.

'Sirius...' Ramona breathed, or maybe gasped, looking up at him, and one still calloused hand caught her under the chin, in much the same way she'd had him only moments ago.

'Tell me I'm wrong, or that you're not interested, and I'll walk away, after apologizing and begging forgiveness at your feet. But I have a feeling I am not wrong.' Sirius smirked at her now, the confidence he had even still, after all he'd endured, floored her.

'You're not wrong...' Ramona breathed. Her words had barely made it past her mouth when Sirius' lips had caught them. It was just a brush at first, a tease, but when Sirius felt her lean into him he'd taken the invitation and caught her lips completely, lightly sucking and nibbling at her lower lip, then tracing the bite over with his tongue before going back for more. His grip on her waist moved around to her lower back, and her hands held to the counter for life itself.

(*) ~-*-

After a long moment, he pulled away and looked her over, as she looked to the floor, panting for breath. Once she had her barrings about herself again, her eyes traced up his form as he stood before her, arms crossed, waiting for her next move. She could see in her peripheral his mischievous grin when her eyes hovered over his now slightly tighter trousers, before coming back to look him in the eye.

'So, now you answer my second question.' Sirius said firmly, looking the breathless and flushed witch before him over.

'Second question.' Ramona repeated, barely remembering her own name.

'Are you interested?' He repeated.

Ramona had options, she knew that. She'd been scared of letting anyone get close- but her body was on fire. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like that- since she had allowed anyone to touch her like that. But Sirius was safe, she knew that. If he wasn't, Remus wouldn't have ever allowed him in their home.

She pushed any thought of her brother from her mind, and threw anything else to the wind. It was a moment, an opportunity, and she wanted it. To feel desired and sexy and to allow herself to feel this kind of pleasure. So she threw caution to the wind and before she knew it Sirius had her sitting on the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, her skirt hiked up to her waist. They'd began to grind into one another like unsupervised teenagers, both seeking some sort of friction. She was lost in the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hands moving over her as she also explored his shoulders and back with her hands, she'd not noticed he'd even picked her up from the kitchen counter until he was laying her down on her bed.

Ramona propped herself up on her elbows, still panting, as Sirius stood at the foot of the bed, once again asking her if she wanted to continue.

'Gods, yes.' She'd sputtered, her chest heaving. 'Please.'

'I just have this one issue...' Sirius had worried aloud, as he moved to hover over her on her bed. He ran his fingers through the fan of sandy-blond hair that framed her head where she lay.

'Issue?' She wondered as he kissed at her neck.

'Its something of a combination. Being a bit... out of practice, so to speak.' Sirius admitted. 'And you, you're breathtaking. I'm afraid I'm not destined to last very long here.'

'Oh.' Ramona laughed slightly, 'I wouldn't worry too much on that.'

'Oh I wasn't going to.' Sirius grunted, grinding down into her core again, causing her to gasp hard and arch her back into him. 'I was making sure you knew you were coming first, or cumming first, as it were.'

He'd continued to snake his way down her body, leaving a peppered trail of kisses and bites and bruises where he'd sucked her flesh up in between his teeth.

'Sirius...' Ramona groaned. 'Really you don't have-'

'But you smell so so good.' He cut her off, nipping at the inside of thigh. 'Can I, please? I want to see how different my name will sound falling off your tongue as you orgasm on mine.'

Ramona only found the strength to nod as he pushed her dress up over her head and moved back down, taking her knickers with his teeth as he slid back down. As his tongue found her core both her hands tangled in his silky, now healthy hair. She hissed and arched up into him, and she felt him chuckled into her as he continued to lick and suck at her most sensitive bud. 'Fuck, Sirius, please' she begged, and he pulled away slightly.

'Louder doll' He commanded, getting back to work on her, his tongue swirling searing patterns she felt would etch into her very soul.

'Sirius, Sirius...' She chanted, her hips bucking beyond her control. 'I'm... I'm... Fuck SIRIUS' Ramona cried as she felt release hit her like a wave in the ocean, washing over her body in a way that she'd never had with anyone else before.

Sirius slowly stood once more at the foot of the bed, hand on the button of his trousers.

'Are you going to ask again?' Ramona ask, sitting up slightly, legs still spread wide, waiting for him.

'Not as long as you understand you're in control here.' Sirius grinned, and in one slick move he'd freed himself from the rest of his clothes and had her pinned to the mattress, kissing her with a new fever. The taste of her climax on his tongue as it danced over hers sent chills through her body, and she ground herself on his thigh he'd placed between her legs. She pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

'I'm in control?' she ask, biting her lip. Sirius nodded and licked his lips, his eyes taking in her face. 'Then take me. Go ahead. Twelve years in prison, all pent up, no where to go. Give it to me.'

Sirius needed no other invitation, and he thrust into her completely, causing Ramona to hiss slightly, wishing she'd taken a moment to mentally prepare herself for how big he was, as he filled her. He held still for a moment, until the slight wince left her face and she reopened her eyes.

'I thought you said I was in control.' She repeated. 'Go on.'

So he did just that, and as he had warned, he'd not lasted long, but oh did he know what to do with the time he had. He had Ramona's legs shaking as her second orgasm matched with his, and he fell beside her on the mattress, sweat slicked and breathless.

(*)-~

It became a bit of a past time, sneaking around to get at each other where they could between her work and her brother being home from his. Ramona never allowed Sirius to stay the night in her bed, and Sirius never ask her to. They talked, in the time they did spend together as they would come back down to earth. Sirius would tell Ramona of his plans for when he was freed, for adopting Harry, having a real family. He was always careful to keep her involvement unspoken, open ended. Ramona just liked that he confided in her.

Remus seemed oblivious, or if he had known something was going on, he'd never acted like it to them.

This went on for close to a year before duty at work called, and her potion lot for the week had included both the birth control and termination potions.

To keep their skills sharp, Potioneers would rotate which potions they brewed weekly, and whenever a woman was given the lot that included the family planning elixirs, a pregnancy test was mandatory, for safety. So when her manager pulled her into the office, she was a bit floored by the positive result.

'Its there. Came back fairly quickly, honestly. Bold, bright line.' Georgina Flintwork had confirmed, handing Ramona the result. 'Why don't you go ahead and take the day. Go see your partner.'

Ramona had simply nodded, walked out of the hospital, and came to find Tonks, where they decided to try and get the results repeated on muggle tests from a nearby pharmacy. All three of them had also been positive.

"So what happened when you told him?" Tonks ask, crunching on a wonton, fully invested in her friend's every word.

"He collapsed, ask if I wanted to keep it." Ramona shrugged. "Told me he'd support whatever I wanted, but he admitted he'd rather... he wants to be a father."

"Awwww." Tonks cooed, and Ramona threw a pillow at her, causing them both to laugh again like teenagers.

"Yeah." Ramona nodded, calming her laughter. "So then I told him, you know, I wanted to see if we could... work?" She shrugged heavily again. "He did too, so we were. I really like being in his arms, so I started sleeping over there. I think he's scared of sex, a lot of men are when their partners get pregnant, I keep meaning to get him that 'What to Expect' book..."

Tonks laughed, but Ramona simply looked at her and blinked, and Tonks picked up her friend was serious, and she dropped her smile as well.

"So why are you hiding out here?" Tonks ask, head tilted. "Sounds like it was an almost ideal reaction."

"He offered me his house." Ramona replied flatly.

Tonks' brow knit together as she looked her best friend over.

"Come again."

"Sirius told me to just quit my job and use his money to redo his mansion." Ramona explained.

"Merlin, I wonder how much is in those accounts now." Tonks pondered. "Mum said it was in the millions when she was a kid. Their family had shares in several businesses and I think a Quidditch team. Its been collecting money for years without anyone to spend it. Mum was barred out when she married my dad."

"Yeah, its about fifteen million galleons." Ramona said, digging in her purse on the coffee table and handing Tonks a bank slip. "Sirius put the key to the vault in my purse, so I went and checked the balance, just to sate my curiosity. It was- I was- It was a moment. I cried right there in the bank, just relieved that my child wouldn't ever have to worry about money."

Tonks looked at her friend with a soft smile.

"Awww." Tonks cooed once again. "You cried in public?"

"Shut it." Ramona warned.

"Okay, so." Tonks sat up, back in her cross legged position. "Let me review- Sirius is a giver, you two decided to try and go ahead and be a family, and he offered you a mansion so we had to come hide in the living room floor of your childhood home."

"Yes." Ramona nodded.

"Why?" Tonks ask, rolling her hand before her, trying to get more information out of Ramona.

"Because he offered me a mansion, Nymphadora!" Ramona squawked. "We've never even said 'I love you' and he's talking about 'redo it, make it our home' and I am j-" Her voice broke a bit, tears threatening to push through from behind her eyes. "I just felt overwhelmed. I didn't know what to say."

"What did you say?" Tonks pressed.

"I ask if I could think about it." Ramona replied, taking the tissue Tonks offered from an end table on the other side of the couch near where Tonks sat.

"Have you thought about it?" Tonks ask.

"Every second since I walked out the door." Ramona sighed.

"And?"

"And I want to paint our bedroom teal and the kitchen sky blue." Ramona huffed. "I want him to move that stupid hippogriff out of the master bedroom, because it would look best in teal and its large enough to have an en suite nursery until we're ready for the baby to move out into a nursery on their own."

"Okay..." Tonks replied, an eyebrow raised. "So... You've obviously made up your mind."

"No." Ramona snapped quickly. "No, I've daydreamed. Not made up my mind."

"Well what's keeping you?" Tonks ask, crossing her arms over her body.

"Harry Potter." Ramona said plainly.

"Harry?" Tonks snorted. "What about him?"

"Would you hate me if I told you I was worried that Sirius wouldn't even be able to treat our child and Harry equally?" Ramona's voice shook again. "He wants to adopt him, to have this home... this family. I'm sure he's great, but I haven't ever even met this kid, and Remus and Sirius both talk about him constantly and they both love him so much. I know its so stupid-"

"That's not stupid." Tonks said, her arms suddenly wrapped around Ramona in a tight hug. "I understand."

"You do?" Ramona sniffed, wrinkling her nose as Tonks' candy-blue curls tickled her nose.

"Of course. You're becoming a mother, its natural to worry your child will get the love they deserve. I don't think there will be an issue. Sirius is going to adore that baby. Remus already does- that's why he was so worried. He'll be a great uncle, Sirius will be an amazing father... And you, my love, you will be the best mother." Tonks petted her friend's face.

"I don't suppose you left out what a splendid Godmother you'll be out just to be coy." Ramona ask, wiping away a tear.

"Really?" Tonks' voice broke now, even as she grinned from ear to ear.

"Of course." Ramona laughed as Tonks brought her back into a tight hug.

This chapter was heavy on the ladies- the next will be heavy on our Favorite Marauders.
This was a longer one, for sure. I don't know if all chapters will come out this long.
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