the hurricane with my name

cause its too cold

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader
warning(s)- fluff, 18+ content.
a/n- to everybody who hates angst and doesn't like longer series, this fic has come to an end. but to the people who want more to the story, a bit more life, ya'll can continue with the next chap(s) and the sequel.

you didn't expect yourself to be swinging your feet while sitting on the high chair by your table, sipping on wine as you watched sirius sway his hips and hum while he tossed and turned the pans. you watched him scrape the food onto the plate, and walk towards you.

'rough day?' he asked, his fingers feathered over your shoulder. the touch lit you on fire, it reminded you how his tongue tasted upon yours, as he kissed you in the pouring rain. you didn't expect him to remember that either.

'very,' you grumbled, involuntarily rolling your shoulders. he sat opposite to you, his eyes never leaving your form as you began to eat.

'what happened?'

'oh... it's nothing...very silly really,'

'no it's not silly if you find it rough and it bothers you. it bothers you doesn't it? tell me.'

'well...you know lucius malfoy, he tried to demean me because i was trying to approach for the amendment of a few laws. it's a tedious procedure as it is, but when you're a woman in this profession, the sexist pigs take you nothing but to be a brainless buffoon.' he stayed silent, listening to you. you really appreciated that about him. you liked that he listened to you, and thought over your words before giving his opinions.

'i understand. i remember, lily was once given detention for wearing a 'too small' of a skirt. we all wore skirts the next day, even shorter than hers. you should've seen the professor's faces that day. nobody dared to give a detention for 'inappropriate' clothing after that.' he said, earning a chuckle out of you.

'i actually remember that! not clearly but, you get the uhh point you know.'

'i do. want some more?' he asked, swirling the wine in his glass, using it to point to yours.

'yes please,'

*-

you snuggled against sirius' unusually warm body, watching some silly sitcom on the telly. neither of you actually cared about what played out on the screen. it served to be nothing but background noise.

you were too occupied with how sirius' body felt under your touch. all the times you'd felt him, he was cold. but now, he was warm, as he trying to engulf you in the warmth of his cosmic care. somewhere in your heart, you wanted to explore the silhouette that you felt the under your touch. you wanted to run your finger over every scar, every line that told a tale, every line that he was insecure about. you wanted to plant your lips across every stroke on his porcelain skin. you wanted to engulf him in the warmth he provided you. till he crumbled under your touches, till he crumbled completely until you felt him.

sirius, rubbed his thumb on the back of your palm. you were warm, snuggled perfectly under his touch. he could feel the skin on your waist which was let free because of the t-shirt that had ridden up. he dragged his cold metal rings across your warm skin, feeling the goosebumps arise with every movement. within the depths of his soul, he wanted nothing but to explore the beauty of your body. touch and feel every scar and stroke, run his fingers across every stretchmark, brush his lips against every mole of your body, memorize your curves with the crevice of his palm. he wanted to engulf you in the warmth you provided him, till you knew nothing but the feeling of his calloused palms running across your skin, till you knew nothing.

the sky erupts into a thunder. as the sudden sound reaches your ears, you snuggle closer to him, feeling mildly stunned. before you know it, it starts to pour outside.