Midnight || Sirus Black

chapter 22

Waking up, tangled up all together, Esther and Sirius laid bare together, wrapped all up into one sheet, the discarded clothes from last night was the last thing on either of their minds, they slept dreamlessly together for all night, Sirius was the first to stir in his sleep, Esther's figure clinging onto him, his arm wrapped around her waist, her hair quite literally everywhere, splayed his his chest, he went to tuck her hair behind her ear. He looked at every detail of her face, her small but plump lips, she looked so peaceful in her sleep, he wrapped her more into the sheet, trying to not to wake her he sat on the edge of the bed, all the memories coming back from last night, her needy moans and how he did as she wanted, giving into every desire he had. He hated that. All the walls that he built crumbled down as she spoke those words to him,

"I need all of you" Oh how he hated how she said those words. She had broken him, the way it felt so good to thrust into her, every time making her spill into a mess, kissing and sucking along her body, tracing every curve she had, curse those curves he thought. He looked down at his lap, a small but big problem had been aroused.

"Fuck." He said.

"Problem there?" Esther who wad awaken from not having the warmth she had, the sheet that once covered her was long gone. He stared at every part of her body, not helping his problem. She scooted closer to him, now sitting beside him.

"I don't regret it." Sirius looked at her, "I don't regret anything I did last night."

"Is is bad that I don't regret it either?" Esther spoke softly, kissing his shoulder.

"You're making me go crazy." He gasped as she got onto his lap. Wrapping herself around him. Sirius clutched onto her like she was going to disappear.

"Good." she said smugly. She kissed him, starting slowly, he kissed her back.

Sirius groaned softly as Esther moved in his lap, her touch lighting his skin aflame. His hands trailed down her back, gripping her firmly as though anchoring himself. Their lips melded together, the kiss deepening with each passing second, growing hotter and more desperate.

"You're driving me mad," he murmured against her mouth, his voice husky.

"Good," she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

Sirius shifted, laying her back onto the mattress, his body hovering over hers as his hands roamed freely, rediscovering the curves he had memorized the night before. Each kiss, each touch, felt like a claim—a declaration of something unspoken but undeniably real.

Esther's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as her body arched beneath him, pressing closer. "You're impossible, Black," she teased, her voice breaking into a soft moan as he nipped at her neck.

"And yet, you can't seem to resist me," Sirius quipped, his smirk evident even as he kissed his way down her collarbone.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating them in a golden glow. For once, neither thought about the chaos outside this room—their families, the war, or their reluctant union. All that mattered was the way they fit together, perfectly imperfect.

~~~

"So, how's married life?" Emilia asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leaned back against the garden bench.

Esther, sitting beside her, sipped her tea in an attempt to appear composed. "It's... fine," she replied, keeping her voice as neutral as possible.

Emilia's grin widened, clearly unconvinced. "Fine? That's all I get? Merlin, Esther, you've been married for three days. Give me something juicy."

Esther rolled her eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

"Oh, I don't know," Emilia said, twirling a strand of her hair. "Maybe start with the fact that you've got this little glow about you. And that you can barely meet my eyes right now."

Esther froze mid-sip, her cheeks burning. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, setting her teacup down.

"Oh, don't play coy," Emilia teased, leaning in closer. "You slept together, didn't you?"

Esther flinched, nearly knocking over her cup. "We're married," she said, avoiding Emilia's gaze.

"You dog!" Emilia exclaimed, swatting her friend's arm playfully. "I knew it! I mean, it's only natural, but still... you didn't waste any time, did you?"

"Keep your voice down," Esther hissed, glancing around nervously. "We're in the garden, for Merlin's sake. Anyone could hear you."

"Let them," Emilia said with a shrug. "Honestly, I'm just proud of you. So... how was it?"

Esther groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I am not talking about this with you."

"Oh, but you are," Emilia insisted, her tone playful but firm. "You're not getting out of this, Esther. I'm your best friend. It's my sacred duty to know all the details."

Esther peeked at her through her fingers. "You're insufferable."

"And you love me for it," Emilia said with a grin. "Now, come on. Spill."

Esther sighed, knowing there was no escaping this conversation. "It was... nice," she admitted reluctantly.

"Nice?" Emilia repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's all you've got? Come on, Esther, you can do better than that."

"Fine," Esther said, her cheeks flushing deeper. "It was... amazing, alright? He was... surprisingly attentive. And sweet. And..."

"And?" Emilia prompted, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"And nothing," Esther said quickly, folding her arms. "That's all you're getting."

Emilia smirked, clearly satisfied. "Attentive and sweet, huh? Who would've thought Sirius Black had it in him?"

"I certainly didn't," Esther muttered, shaking her head. "He's still infuriating most of the time, but..."

"But?"

"But he's not as terrible as I thought he'd be," Esther admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emilia gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Are you saying you actually like your husband? Scandalous!"

"I didn't say that," Esther snapped, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Oh, darling, it's written all over your face," Emilia said with a wink. "You're doomed. Completely, utterly doomed."

Esther groaned, leaning back against the bench. "Why do I tell you anything?"

"Because I'm your best friend," Emilia said matter-of-factly. "And because you secretly love that I'm always right."

Esther rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're impossible."

"And you're smitten," Emilia teased, laughing as Esther swatted her arm.

~~~

The two friends spent the rest of the morning talking and laughing, their banter lightening the weight Esther had been carrying since the wedding. But as much as she tried to push her thoughts of Sirius to the back of her mind, she couldn't help but think of him—of the way he'd looked at her, touched her, and held her close.

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