Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Helsinki, Finland, 1980
February 19th, freezing

"I dare you,"

Sirius smirked, cocking his head, "I don't back off a challenge, Hawke,"

I wink and waggle my brows. He laughs as he chugs down the bottle of whiskey straight from the bottle. 

"THAT'S MY MAN!"

Sirius wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and shakes his hand, scrunching his nose as he chugs again, nearly drinking the entire bottle.

He mock gags as he drinks the last of it and slams the bottle down with a smug grin. I roll my eyes and pop the cap of my bottle with my teeth, guzzling it twice as fast as he did. 

Sirius gapes and scoffs an annoyed 'whatever' and I laugh as the people around the table applaud. We are tipsy as fuck and it would be safe to return to our hotel now but would we do that? Obviously not. 

Sirius grabs my hand as he exits, dragging me behind him. The crowd is dense in the bar and the temperature is so warm it honestly feels like two different worlds outside and inside. 

As soon as we step out, our noses go red. Finland is a cold place and when I say cold, I mean cold. 

We both have warming charms on our clothes but our faces remain unprotected. Although, neither of us could be bothered to wear a cap or ear muffs. 

Sirius smirks as he hops on Wilberforce which he smuggled here and I chuckle as I sit behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso. 

As he twists the key, I bring my mouth to his earlobe and press a kiss, grazing my teeth there for a second and he goes stiff. 

"If you want to go back, just say so." He looks back at me with dilated eyes. 

I grin and shake my head. "Why don't you put it on autopilot?"

"You and your modified bike that flies and goes on autopilot." He rolls his eyes but the smirk on his lips is too irresistible to not kiss. 

When I pull away, he sighs hoarsely. "God, I love you."

He's been saying this to me for a month and a half now but every single time he does, my mind goes haywire and my heart starts beating irregularly. 

He smiles when he notices and turns back around, starts the bike at full speed, zooms through the streets and reaches the empty roads in no time. And as soon as he does, he turns around, straddling the bike backwards, face to face with me. 

I tilt my head, awaiting, awaiting, awaiting. And there it is — he crashes his lips to mine so roughly I feel obsessed. His dirty kisses are my favourite. Obliterating every single bit of innocence inside of me, demolishing my beliefs, bringing forward a part of me I didn't even know existed. 

His tongue flicks my bottom lip and my teeth playfully bite his, his hands grip my neck tightly and mine dig in his hair, undoing the messy bun he'd spent half an hour making.

When he pulls away for breath, his eyes lock onto mine and he smirks. "It's my turn to dare."

My brows raise in thrill as he bends near me, leaning to kiss my earlobe as I'd done and then he whispers, "I dare you to moan as loud as you can while I make you come on my fingers."

I gasp when my skirt rises on my thighs and his hands vanish beneath the layers of clothing. 

And the rest they say is history. 

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History also states that after I'd nearly screamed and woken up the entire capital of Finland and Sirius had been so smug that he accidentally flipped autopilot off, we were now both in a muggle hospital. 

"Identification please?"

"I told you! I'm Sirius Orion Black and this is my girlfriend Elena Hella Hawke."

"Sir," The nurse sighed for the umpteenth time, "I told you to tell me your real names! These aren't registered."

We aren't really from Finland," I repeat. "We're travellers."

"Can I see your passport or visa? Flight tickets?"

Sirius and I share a look, unsurprisingly of stifled laughter. "We don't have it right now, obviously."

"Do you both have your mobile phones?"

Sirius makes a confused face so I answer for him, "We don't have those either."

The nurse huffs irritatedly and leaves us alone to bring out more syringes. Turns out we have needles attached to our body after we woke up in this godforesaken place. 

"Get these out of my, I'll be sick." Sirius grimaces. 

"Whose idea was it making out on the bike?" I scoff. 

Sirius looks at me with an open jaw, "You cheeky git,"

I try not to smile but fail, "You look so hot while driving a bike, what can I do?"

Sirius leaned from across his bed to mine and bumped his nose into mine. My hand grasped his even though our beds were a yard or two away. 

The nurse returned with a million more syringes and Sirius nearly fainted. "No," he breathlessly exclaimed. "No fucking way," 

"I will need you both to rest now, there will be a little dosage of anesthetics and we will be putting a plaster on your ankle and elbow. It seems like you both have at least one broken bone."

As if it wasn't already worse, a cop came out from the doorway and narrowed his eyes at us, scrutinising us shamelessly. "You both are suspected illegal migrators."

"What? NO, that is not the case, I assure you —" Sirius tried but to no avail. 

"Miss," He turned to the nurse, "I will need to question them before you sedate these two criminals."

"Criminals?!" I gasp. 

"Now, Officer Kaarina, I will need mugshots of them as well."

The woman dressed in police uniform blinded us both with the camera shot and the first cop groaned, "Officer, not now! In the police station."

"Oh," She sheepishly grinned. 

"Kysele heitä heti!" He ordered Kaarina and she nodded. 

Sirius and I shared a look. He smirked, so did I.

I tilted my head and he raised a brow and in a moment that was inhumanly fast, we had our wands out. 

"Rumpukapulat?" Frowned the cop, turning to Officer Kaarina, "What are they doing? Are they musicians?"

"I don't know, sir. I just got here." She smiled. 

While they argued, Sirius and I healed each other's injuries and stitched the minor cuts magically.

Our tubes and needles were removed and undone before they could even notice. Sirius took my hand and I squeezed it and with a glance, we were running out. 

"Nappaa ne!"

"Ryökäle! Skeida!" Cried Kaarina as she ran after us. 

Sirius and I, though, were having the time of our life as we sprinted outside and spotted WIlberforce. 

He nodded at me and I waved my wand at the bike, having made it our two-way portkey.

His leather jacket was snug against my fingers as I straddled the bike first, backwards and Sirius sat behind me, facing me. 

With a bone-shattering and breathless kiss, we were back in Haslemere, a wild grin on our lips and love, love, love in our hearts.