Chapter Nineteen;

Sirius read through a potions book of Severus' as he waited. He was extremely bored, and relieved when he heard the door open and a very angry looking Severus walking inside. "Severus!" he called out as he stood up and walked over to his lover.

"Not now, Sirius… I just want to go to bed…" he said in a very tired voice.

Sirius frowned, "You can't. I have stuff planned!"

"Planned? What do you have planned?" Severus asked as he gave him a suspicious glare.

"You'll see," Sirius told him as he pulled at Severus' robe to put it on a hanger, leaving him in only pants and a shirt.

Severus scowled at Sirius as he stepped forward and looked around for anything that Sirius could've used as a prank or something of the sort. He quirked his eyebrow as he saw smoke coming out of the kitchen. He walked into it and stared in disbelief at the table. "What the hell is… /that/?" he asked gesturing towards the table which had two plates decorated with their dinner in a fancy way and a candle in the middle of the table, as well as two glasses of red wine.

"That is our dinner, now let's eat?" Sirius catechized as he walked over to the table and took his seat, "Now sit. You've no idea how many times I almost burned down your kitchen cooking this chicken…" he joked with a grin.

"I told you to stay out of my kitchen…" Severus said as he took his seat and grabbed his fork, poking at the chicken to see if it would move or show signs of life. Satisfied that it was dead and would stay dead, he took a testing bite and gave a small shrug, "Its… fair."

Sirius grinned, he knew he wasn't going to get an 'Oh my Merlin, this is the best thing /ever/' reaction, so he accepted the fair comment proudly, slowly eating into his dinner. They ate in silence, Sirius frowning as he stole glances of Severus, who looked worn down. 'Maybe I shouldn't have put Peeves on him…' he thought to himself as he finished up his food.

"What're you staring at, Sirius?" Severus asked as he finished his plate as well.

"How was your day?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Casual conversation…."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?"

"Because I just don't, Black, stop pestering me."

"Sirius."

"…. Sirius. Fine. I don't, Sirius, so stop pestering me."

"Okay. My day was great. I ran around Hogsmeade trying to find your present," Sirius explained.

"My what?" Severus asked as he lifted his glass and sipped at his wine.

"Your present. For our three month anniversary."

Severus paused in mid-drink, turning his gaze to Sirius in confusion. "Our what?"

"Our… three month anniversary?" Sirius said in the form of a question.

"You… three months are… celebrated?" Severus asked.

"Well… by most people. I figured we could," Sirius answered as he stood up and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, grabbing his package of the books he had purchased.

Severus stood up and followed Sirius into the living room, watching as he pulled a package out and handed it over to him. Severus stared at the package, unsure if he should grab it and tear into like a child, or keep his demeanor and calmly take the package and slowly open it. He decided the latter and took the package into his hands before running in his mind he didn't have anything for Sirius. Severus took a seat on the couch and stared at the package in his lap, "I didn't buy you anything."

Sirius chuckled, taking a seat next to Severus, "I know. You couldn't have known I was planning this, so you didn't have the chance. There is always next anniversary. Now open," he gestured towards the package.

Severus slowly opened the package, letting the paper fall into his lap and staring at the books. He ran through each title of the six books and found that three were a muggle-fiction, two were potions journals, and one was a book of ingredients and their effects if mixed with what they shouldn't be. Severus frowned.

Sirius watched as Severus opened his gift and frowned, he got an unsure expression, "Are you okay? Do you not like it? I can return them tomorrow. I wasn't sure… erm… well, I don't know much about potions, so I just grabbed random ones."

"No… they're great. I…" Severus paused, glaring at Sirius from the corner of his eye, "I just… I've never really received presents before."

Sirius quirked his eyebrow, "You haven't?"

"Well… I did from my Mother… for my birthday when she could. For my 12th, 13th, and 17th birthday, but that's it," Severus confessed.

"Oh…" Sirius trailed off, biting his bottom lip, "Then I guess I get to shower you with gifts whenever I can, 'eh?" he stated, grinning from ear to ear now.

Severus turned a light shade of red, putting his books aside on a small table next to the couch, "I… I guess," he said as he leaned back into the couch and fiddled with his fingers.

Sirius sat back in awkward silence, trying to think of what to talk about. He pondered on some things, deciding to be a bit sly and slowly sliding his arm over Severus' shoulders, grinning when he didn't feel Severus stiffen or pull away. Sirius leaned his head over, placing a chaste kiss to Severus' neck. He could tell Severus was blushing when he kissed up to Severus' warm chin. He grabbed Severus' chin to turn his head towards him and to place a kiss to his lips, Severus immediately responded, moving his lips in accord to Sirius'.

Sirius was so lost in their kiss that by time he snapped back into reality, he pulled away for a breath and noticed he had maneuvered Severus onto his back on the couch and his legs straddled around Sirius. Sirius smirked at Severus who was completely flustered, lips swollen from the kiss, not even seeming aware of the position he was in under Sirius. Sirius couldn't have grinned wider as he leaned down and attacked Severus' neck, using his hands to slowly unbutton Severus' shirt.

Severus didn't think he could turn redder, putting his hand on the back of Sirius' head when he attacked his neck and pulling him closer. He nipped at his lip once, jumping when he felt Sirius get halfway down his shirt, 'When did he start taking off my shirt?' he asked himself as he leaped off the couch to stand up and button up his shirt in embarrassment.

Sirius groaned when he was pushed off, pushing himself to sit up and running a hand through his hair, "What's your problem?" he asked as he placed a hand on his lap and adjusted himself, glaring at the back of Severus' head.

Severus turned around when he was finished buttoning up his shirt and glared, "I don't have a problem. What were you doing?"

"I think it's called foreplay…" Sirius replied, rolling his eyes.

"Foreplay? Foreplay is activity /before/ sex; you really think you were going to get laid?" Severus asked in a snappy tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sirius listened to him define foreplay and stood up, "Well. It's been /three/ months. I don't see what's wrong with sex after /that/ long. Hell, I didn't see why we didn't have it the first night we started going out. But I respected you by not bringing it up, but three months is ridiculous…" Sirius explained; he crossed his arms as well; he didn't want to say anything but Severus had forced him too.

Severus glared, "Oh. So that's what /this/ was," he said as he gestured around the room, "A plan to get me into bed?" he asked.

"Damn it, you're putting stuff in your head! I did this to be… I don't know, romantic? We have been going out for three months!" Sirius bellowed in an irritated tone.

"Yes! Three months! You've stated that before when you were complaining I wasn't putting out!" Severus yelled back.

"That's /not/ what I meant!" Sirius screamed, watching as Severus pushed him aside and walked to his bedroom. "Damn it! You're not just going to storm off!" he yelled as he followed him only to meet a slammed door in his face. Sirius glared at the door, clenching his fists.

After a few minutes of silence, he saw the lights under the door go out, which meant Severus went to bed. Sirius frowned and leaned his forehead against the door, debating on going inside and sleeping or going to his chambers to let Severus cool off. Deciding the latter, he turned on his heels and walked out, heading back to his chambers to either sleep or drink himself into oblivion for the fun of it.