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Ch. 12. The Order

Dazed from the shattering sensations that ran through my body moments ago, I turn to look at Sirius, propping my head up on my fist as I lay on my side. His hair falls over his eyes as he turns his head, giving me a lazy smile as he tosses a blanket over us. The fur rug we're laying on is warm from the fire at our sides, but the early morning hours have brought a chill into the room. Neither of us have been able to keep our hands off of each other, so sleep has eluded us through most of the night.

"What does the bond mean for us?"

"Hmmm?" He blinks his eyes open, searching my face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd dozed off," I smile, reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ear.

He catches my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers, "I didn't. What do you mean about the bond?"

"I'm just curious... we've never talked about a label."

"Well," he pauses, shifting the blanket across his waist, "usually it's just 'mate' but I think that sounds a bit archaic."

Huffing a laugh, I watch him for a moment. "What does it entail?"

"Being mates?" I nod. "It means whatever you want it to mean. If you were to decide that this wasn't something you wanted, I would respect that becau-"

"You already know that won't happen, Sirius."

"Yes, darling. But for explanation's sake, if it did, I would have to respect that choice. Not only because I love you, but because we're equals. What is it that you want it to mean?"

"What about what you want?"

He shakes his head, smirking faintly, "If it were up to me, I would whisk you away right now and become your husband. I also probably wouldn't let any other men near you for as long as possible... when mates' magic interweaves, it changes our souls on a base level. There's a bit of," he pauses, humming, "chafing, if you will, for the men."

"What do you mean?" My eyebrow arches as I gaze at him curiously.

"Basically we turn into jealous pricks."

I stare at him for a second before throwing my head back and laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls of the library.

"I love that sound," Sirius' voice is just above a whisper as he reaches out to my hip, the touch stoking a new fire in my core. He drags his fingers across my curves, stopping and exploring the little scars he feels peppering my skin. I lean down to kiss him softly, not rushing as I trail my tongue across his lips, tracing the outline of them before diving in to taste him. He groans, the sound sending a new rush of heat to the apex of my thighs and I can feel my clit throbbing. His fingers tighten on my hip, pulling me on top of him.

Breaking away, I lean back as I straddle him, tracing over the handprints on his chest and shoulder, "They haven't faded at all in the couple months you've been back."

He frowns, stroking the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. "Do they bother you?"

Tracing the port wine stain on his chest, I lean down and replace my fingers with my tongue. He hisses a breath and I feel hime harden beneath me again. "No, do they hurt? Does this hurt?"

His grey eyes find mine as I lift my head to look at him and he shakes his head, his breath stuttering as I reach between our bodies to grip him in my palm, stroking him slowly.

I hum, kissing his chest again before budging so I can position him as I slide him through my folds, watching as he throws his head back, eyes fluttering closed, his hands gripping my hips as he holds back. Agonizingly slowly, I lower myself onto him, bringing my hands to his chest as I sink down. He groans, low and powerful, his chest vibrating beneath my small hands. His eyes snap open when I begin to move, grinding against him at a leisurely pace, my clit dragging against him just right and sending little jolts of electricity up my spine.