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— summary: sirius is dirty in a quidditch uniform after a game and expects a hug from you.
— word count: 217.
— lowercase intended . no features described
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"oh come on dove, just give me a hug," sirius insisted for the third time, holding his arms out, awaiting your embrace.
he'd just won the first game of the season, james by his side and you with the other marauders loudly cheering them on from the stands, your support being communicated proudly to everyone in your near vicinity— the whole field if you were being honest.
and that wasn't it, the big red cherry on top being that it was against slytherin's of all people— a house that the raven haired boy held a great disdain for reasons that he hadn't had time to to name.
so now here he was, awaiting a reward. one from his very supportive girlfriend who'd been so eager to give him them whenever he made an accomplishment, even a simple kiss on the nose for completing some assignment he had purposefully put off. but now, you just couldn't.
he was dirty, uniform covered in water and mud and stank of sweat, the previous storms not doing him any justice; meaning that last thing you want to do was give him hug so you sympathetically shook your head while backing away from him, the only thing you got in return being a devilish smirk that made you panic—
"sirius i love you but no— no, go away!" you laughed as the boy advanced onto you, taking you up in his arms before pulling your body against his, pulling you into one of the most breathtaking kisses you've ever had, the arrogance and pride practically oozing out of his as more people started cheering for him once more.
"ugh, you're cleaning me up later," you half scolded as he finally took the time to pull away from you.
"if you'd just given me a hug before you wouldn't be in this mess. but fine, i'm more than happy to clean you up, delighted really." the suggestiveness Ahmet failed to find its way into his tone, your eyes squinting in suspicion.
"i didn't mean it like that, if that's what you're thinking."
"i'm not thinking anything— actually, yes i am, we should really head to the showers before everyone gets there," he smirked, pulling you to the brick building five feet away from the castle.
"your terrible sirius," you scoffed.
"you love it."
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