What happens when a young rebellious wizard meets his soul's twin flame? Although they had danced together many lifetimes throughout space and time, neither had ever experienced anything such as this before.
Cassie was a fairly typical Scottish...
The Black's wedding guests stayed late into the night and the happy couple were insistent they stay as long as they wished...even the teenagers were without curfew. Remus and Dora stayed as long as they could keep their eyes open, eventually disapparating for Grimmauld Place. Sirius took his exhausted bride upstairs and put her to bed, not worrying about the traditional coupling that was supposed to take place...there would be time for that later when they would have their privacy, which was, even after all the time they'd been together, paramount. Gone was the daring, do it whenever, wherever. And Sirius was quite alright with that. He climbed into bed with her and she nestled him in her arms and sleep over took him quickly...it had been a long and pleasantly eventful day.
Sirius woke at first light still hearing music and people outside and smiled, then donned his jeans and house shoes and ventured down stairs to see who was still around. In the family room however, he found all manner of teenage bodies laying still asleep on the floor, on the sofa and many plushy, comfortable-looking chairs that had been newly created, by the Weasley matriarch no doubt, and he stopped to study their fresh innocent faces. He saw his children, all three of them in various parts of the room sleeping peacefully. Padding quietly into the kitchen, he starting on making the coffee...enough to fill a number ten-sized cauldron.
He returned upstairs and put on a tee shirt and flannel as he felt a slight chill. He ambled into the bathroom and after he relieved himself, looked in the mirror studying his reflection, wondering if he looked any different? He certainly felt different...he no longer hated the way he looked; he thought that he looked better than he had during any time in his life. He certainly felt better, save the eighteen or so months he shared an abode with her...of course he was still angry as hell back then. He was even aware during that time that her presence was the only thing keeping him from imploding...he was that angry with the cards that life had dealt him. The longer he stayed with Cassie, the more he realized that he was exactly the way he was designed to be...his own mother had even said as much to him.
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He continued to study the features of his face as he picked up the razor from the vanity and decided against shaving. Instead, he studied his teeth; they were no longer yellow from lack of hygiene during his incarceration, happy that Cassie had made him brush his teeth with baking soda and vinegar. He hated it, but it did the trick just like she said it would. Then, she took him to her dentist, who happened to be Hermione Granger's father. He found the man amicable enough, but the experience of a very thorough cleaning, not so much...his mouth ached for days afterward.
He watched Cassie's reflection as she entered the bathroom like a zombie and pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. He smiled as she closed her eyes and cradled her head in her hands, then reach for the TP and finished her business quickly. He walked the small expanse of the room and kissed the top of her head, then knelt before her.
"Good morning Misses Black," he whispered.
"Mmmm--morning Mister Black--" She pursed her lips for a kiss and he feathered the lightest kiss on her lips, licking her mouth, a la Padfoot.
