Chapter 4
After the events with the Ministry there was one certainty, you’d have to move. Your location was known most likely those men would return and Sirius couldn’t stand to see his wife be mistreated anymore. Your obligations to stay were unconvincing, you’d never wanted to keep up this job forever it merely kept your mind from crumbling, no one would notice if anyone else took the produce to Hogwarts. An anxious letter written to Dumbledore meant you could leave, he swiftly replied with acceptance and a hope you’d find peace.
An idea had drifted into your mind one night as Sirius was making dinner but you mentally swatted it away yet it kept coming back, each time being a clearer picture in your mind. You couldn’t scout for homes with a suspected criminal so this idea made sense.
“ What if we moved to Grimmauld Place ?”
Within a week you had left the isolated house with its vast land of green and had now been replaced with a tall squished building in the midst of a muggle street, the dull bricks stood out and only created a further unwelcoming feeling. Sirius could only hide his snide remarks for so long before he begrudgingly went inside and dragged his fingers across the dust- ridden walls. When you had visited the Black Residence you weren’t given the privilege to explore even now through specks of sunlight, little of the house projected the idea of family bonds or love.
Kreacher, the aged house-elf, came to greet you although it was more of a sigh of disappointment before he went back to his place in the cupboard with disgruntled mutterings. Sirius spent time reminiscing, looking back at the worst moments of his life which he hoped to replace with happier memories with his wife beside him. With hands held together you searched the house critiquing the poor choice of wallpaper and odd pieces of furniture. Sirius’s bedroom was a little breakaway from the suffocating house, you decided you’d sleep here rather than try to make something out of the other rooms.
Regulus’ room was opposite Sirius’ although you both were filled with childlike wonder to explore every crevice of the house it felt somewhat disrespectful to even consider what was behind his door, so the doorknob was left untouched
“ Sirius Black, why have you got women in bikinis on your wall ?”
Turning around, Sirius placed his head on your shoulder as he inspected his bedroom wall which displayed pictures of bikini clad women amongst the hand written letters and pictures taken in Hogwarts. Your personal favourite was in the middle displaying you and Sirius on the beach, an impromptu date from him, your heads were pushed together ensuring both could fit in the picture; the smell of salt and ice-cream lingered staring at the picture.
“ Perhaps I’ll take those women down and replace them with pictures of you wearing even less.”
Smacking his wrist with a faked gasp, you heard shouting from the staircase and Sirius whispered, For fucks sake.
The life-like painting of Sirius’ mother Walburga was rattling and spewing nonsense from behind the old velvet curtains although the gold frame beneath revealed to be polished, looking almost reflective perhaps because of Kreacher’s loyalty to Walburga and her upkeep.
“ Scum ! How dare you come back to my home and ruin it with your traitorous blood.”
“ Hello Mother.” Sirius hands were tucked into his pockets to annoy his mother further. There was no point trying to remove it or burn it, the charms protected it, so the only choice was to act as if she wasn’t there.
After some time renovating and much needed cleaning, Grimmauld Place looked somewhat presentable from an outside perspective you could believe people lived inside. Sirius had become comfortable within his families home which he had re-claimed, the bones of his body were no longer visible due to the many meals you shared together and his clothes could fit around his chest having no room to sag like they used to.
During a discussion with Sirius, you hesitantly proposed a party for his return after some time of consideration Sirius agreed looking pleased he could spend some much needed time with friends. He sent off invitations, a decoded message of the address at the bottom, to Remus and Harry, his friends were welcome as well. Sirius considered those who he couldn’t write to, whom he would never see again, James, Lily, Dorcas, so many but he adjusted himself lest he forget his loving wife waiting for him.
Refusing Sirius’ help, you were able to decorate the house with banners of Welcome Home stretched across and music soothed through the rooms as the muggle radio played in the warmly lit drawing room. You both dressed casual with a touch of class since this was a special occasion; Remus was the first to show up.
“ Mooney ! So good to see you, I haven’t seen you since that wolf incident.”
“ Yes well, you won’t see any of that tonight. I brought some alcohol, hope it meets your refined tastes Sirius.”
They embraced like brothers before Remus was directed to the drawing room where you were waiting with crossed arms. You berated him for leaving Hogwarts without saying goodbye but your anger was never prominent before you laughed everything off and hugged him. Harry and his friends were to arrive shortly after, finally Sirius could present himself to Harry not as a suspected murder but as his Godfather he was nervous in every part of his body. They arrived with various gifts, cards and trinkets to fill the home even more with a personal touch. Hermione even brought her cat Crookshanks, Sirius filled the time by telling stories of the cat and his help in keeping Sirius safe.
Between the laughter and music, Harry and Sirius left the room to speak more privately, enjoying an undisturbed moment to catch up, had there been better circumstances Harry could of moved in however it was simply too dangerous. When they re-entered the room smiles were etched across their faces and a wink from Sirius meant that all had gone well. Harry, along with his friends, apologised for their previous misguided accusations of you during your time at Hogwarts but you stopped them midway instead choosing to give out dessert, Sirius’ favourite , with the aggravated help of Kreacher who was quick to comment on the prescene of muggles before he was scurrying back to his cupboard.
You danced with practically everyone mostly Sirius but Remus insisted to take his friends place once he saw how exhausted Sirius had become from the frequent twirls and spins; Harry and his friends had the movement of baby deers but Hermione was quick to learn from your advice. Even Crookshanks snuggled into your arms as you swayed to the slower music, scratching his chin and stroking his fur as non- verbal gratitude for keeping Sirius company.
Eventually Harry and the rest had to leave but Harry promised to visit soon. Remus lingered as he enjoyed the dying embers of the fire and the party, he left stumbling out the door trying to hide his drunken state. With no one left to entertain you and Sirius took to dancing freely around the room, your previous exhausted states were taken away when your favourite muggle song from the 70’s began, More Than A Woman, Sirius instinctually grabbed your waist and moved your hips to the rhythm whilst you both mouthed the lyrics. Turning down the radio you snuck your arms around Sirius’ neck before whispering in his ear,
“ Welcome Home, Sirius.”
“ Thank you dear, I’ve never needed a big house or a cushy job, just you.”
Kissing him you gripped tighter, Sirius deepened the kiss until his mouth opened with yours and his hands glided to your back where his fingers skimmed against the bare skin he could find. His tongue pushed against yours, the previous hum of the radio was overtaken by the rustling of fabric and the wet sounds of your kisses.
Suddenly, as if a burst of inspiration settled in Sirius, he took you into his arms with hands supporting your legs and back in a bridal style position. Laughing at your surprised yelp, he began to carry you upstairs, past the flickering candles and Walburga’s moaning portrait. The mischievous glint in Sirius’ eyes sent an arousing chill across your body
“ Reminds me of our wedding night.” Sirius practically kicked the door down with his foot before letting you fall from his arms onto the bed.
“Really, all I can remember is how beautiful you looked underneath me.” He began to strip, painfully unbuttoning each button of his waistcoat and the shirt underneath before you sat up and placed a hand firmly against his partially exposed chest.
“Let me take care of you, Sirius.”
Giving up control, he took up your position against the pillows tossing his clothes into a growing pile whilst your thighs encompassed his waist, slightly grinding your hips just above his clothed member resulting in a tight gasp. With his hands finding its place against your breasts he reached behind to drag the zipper down before you huffed at the growing impatience shifting to remove the dress and discard it; leaving you in a mismatched bra and pants, had you anticipated this you would have planned further ahead but the contrasting colours and designs only made Sirius groan in excitement.
Tugging down Sirius’ trousers and everything else his cock sprung out and you were reminded of the numerous times you’d have sex. During the War there was never a moment of peace so Sirius grew to enjoy tight secluded corridors or when you’d wear short skirts so he could easily slip his cock in. Sirius never relied upon just his member to satisfy and knew exactly how to please you in the right ways. Just as your mouth reached out for his cock his hands pushed together on your cheeks to drag you forward and kiss you before he settled back with his arms tucked behind his head, a grin of anticipation on his face.
Kissing his cock, you tucked your hair behind your ear and gave soft licks to the flushed tip; your hands grasped the base and began to simultaneously move whilst often changing the pressure of your grip or the pace to hear the quick moans of your husband. By the time his cock pushed past your lips, Sirius had grew flustered his hands moved to tangle into your hair to slow your pace on the other hand you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him in deeper. Twelve years had effected his stamina and self-control, the sensations he hadn’t felt for so long were intoxicating; looking down to see your glossy eyes and saliva seeping through onto his cock broke him. The feeling of his cum, a forgotten taste, surprised you enough to have drops dribbling from your mouth but you used your fingers to catch his cum; none was to be wasted. Looking at Sirius, the red blush spreading across his cheeks and his panting made you feel satisfied though he felt embarrassed.
“ Sorry princess, seems like I couldn’t wait.”
“ It’s alright Sirius, we’ve got plenty of time.”
Raising back onto your knees, Sirius couldn’t resist old habits as he reached behind to undo your bra in a swift movement and pulling your pants down to add to the tower of clothes. His hands tenderly held your breasts, his thumbs twiddling with your nipple giving his own gentle kisses to your body, the warmth between your thighs was throbbing and pleaded for attention.
Sirius began to raise himself onto his elbows before you pushed him harshly back against the bed, a huff of breath left him before it was replaced with a breathless laugh.
“ Missed me that much ?”
“ You wouldn’t even be able to fuckin’ understand.”
Reaching to grasp his cock once more, you guided your hips to slowly and painfully enjoy the stretch of Sirius’s cock pushing past your slit and moving inside you; for a moment with your walls hugging his cock no other sound was heard in the room other than your joined breath, keeping still your gazes interlocked with smiles of content. Regaining your breath, you began to move dragging your hips up before pushing back down feeling the fullness of Sirius inside you.
Your hands scoured his chest as you rode him, fingers tracing the tattoo’s spread across his chest as if each one were a work of art; for the man underneath you he could only try to hide his moans poorly before he was gripping your hips and helping to bring you down onto his cock faster.
“ Sirius, you feel so good.” Your moans only spurred him on further, pushing his hips to meet yours.
“ That’s right pretty girl, you’re close aren’t you.” It was more of a statement rather than a question.
At some point Sirius practically dominated you, sweat had accumulated all over your body your thighs had grew to become sore, your desire stopped you from giving up but Sirius had other ideas. His hands dug into your waist as he flipped positions, his heaving chest above you. In his eyes you were as beautiful naked as you were in regular clothing. Watching his hair frame his face and dangle to tickle your own made him look even more alluring, if fate allowed it you would spend your life in this moment and not one second of it would be spent complaining.
Pushing open your thighs, further spreading you out on the bed, Sirius began to fuck you with intense speed being encouraged each time you called out his name or begged him to go harder. He could feel you become wetter around his cock and the lewd sounds made him kiss you, momentarily stifling the moans. Reaching between your bodies he ran circles over your clit causing your head to fall back giving Sirius ample space to press deep kisses onto your neck.
“ You’ve been such a good girl, waiting for me.”
“ Fuck- not even my fingers could do you justice Siri.” Tears sprouted at the corner of your eyes at the overwhelming pit growing inside of you; Sirius kissed away the tears before spitting onto his fingers to rub faster over your clit. Whether it’s in or out of the bedroom Sirius can’t help but talk, his praise of you is akin to poetry.
“ There you go Princess, I wanna see your face when you cum.” His forehead pressed against yours, nothing could separate you.
“ Only for you Sirius.”
Lifting your hips to lock them behind his back, soon after your moans cried out for Sirius you tightened around his cock and felt your orgasm wash over you like the waves of the sea, completely passing through you. Your expression made Sirius want to marry you again and he was reminded of it as gazed lovingly at the rings you wore, both were kept in pristine condition in the hopes you would one day see him wear it again. Tucking your head into his shoulder his curls shadowed you like a cover from the rays of moonlight peaking through the curtains. Sirius considers pulling out but the desire to cum inside you fills him, the forgotten ideas of a family coming back to him.
“ You want me to fill you up.” He only grew more teasing, staring at your heaving body and inability to hide your moans.
“ Please, please I wan- fuck- I want your cum.”
Within a few thrust of his hips, Sirius came inside you his choked grunts signalling his exhaustion; the warmth of his cum settling deep within you.
After slowly pulling out Sirius groaned at the sight of his cum oozing out and he struggled to fight the urge to pull you back onto his softening cock, hearing your sigh of overstimulation he reorganised his priorities fumbling to find a towel to clean you both up.
Once under the cover of the bed you snuggled close to each other with Sirius’ head pressed against your breasts, which he decided felt comfier than his own pillow, one of your hands were interlocked with Sirius’ whilst your other combed through his hair watching each strand graciously glide through your fingers. Lying together in this bed, in this house made everything felt safe. When you remember sitting in that classroom seeing Sirius practically drag himself to sit next to you, never would you of believed you’d soon grow to love everything about him, Marauder and all.
“You know there was another promise you gave to me.”
“Really what was that ?” A fog swept over his mind, he rattled himself trying to find it.
“ You were going to give me a child.”