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The drive from the hospital was uncomfortably quiet, but neither of them felt like speaking. Instead, they listened to the radio playing softly. John's calm elevator music made the twenty minute drive feel like an hour.

When they arrived at the house that Sirius shared with Remus, they said their goodbyes, promising to get together the following afternoon.

Sirius withdrew his keys and unlocked the front door, opened it and ushered Liesel inside while James and Lily walked around toward the back to gather up any of their belongings that might still be back there, then they disapparated for James' parents' house.

When Sirius heard the faint pop of James' disapparation, he locked the doors mundanely as well as magically and turned off the light at the back door and then traveled through the house, turning off lights along the way. Liesel made her way from the bathroom in a short nightgown and turned on the kitchen light as Sirius smiled...he had forgotten about the coffee pot. She set up the percolator so that all Sirius would have to do was to plug it in when he woke up. She turned off the kitchen light and padded toward Sirius' bedroom where she found Sirius standing shirtless in the middle of the room, his wand out, pointing it toward the bed and she stood at the doorway and watched him as he enlarged the mattress, linens and all. When he was satisfied, he sat at the end of the bed finally and removed his boots and socks, then stood to unbuckle the belt around his waist and lowered his jeans, stepping out of them, leaving them crumpled on the floor. He turned down the duvet and crawled into the bed and she turned off the overhead light and picked up his jeans then tossed them to the nearby chair at his desk and crawled in next to him then stretched out her arms, as she giggled gleefully.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with all this room!"

"Nor I," he confessed as he rolled over on his side to face her, holding out his arm. "This is even bigger than my bed at my parents' house!"

She laughed and scooted toward him and nestled herself in his arms and was content to lay in the middle of the gigantic bed with him.  Soon though, he had rolled over onto his back and although she was almost asleep, she thought she heard him snivel and she rolled over to face him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he whispered. "I was just thinking is all."

"What about?"

"What I'd do if you...you know..."

She put her arms around him and lay her head on his shoulder and kissed the underside of his jaw. He craned his neck and kiss the top of her head and sighed, then sniveled again and exhaled loudly. He felt her hand touch his face, turning his face toward her and she kissed his lips tenderly.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispered.

"You don't know that anymore than I do. People are disappearing every day," he replied in a low voice. "I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you, Liesel."

"I don't know what I would do either." She kissed him again and kissed at the tears streaking his face as she stroked his hair.

He pulled her closer to him and then pulled her on top of him realizing that she had not removed her underwear as was the norm, and he reached for his wand. "Lumos," he whispered. He looked into her eyes as she pulled the nightgown over her head and lowered her face to his again. As they shared a spontaneous and unrestrained kiss, he tugged at her panties and pulled them off of her and then removed his shorts. He rolled her over onto him and held on to her tightly as if his life depended on it. Rolling her over again, he made his way into her and she held on to him with all of her strength. He allowed the plethora of tears to fall freely, catching his breath, until finally from deep within him, a guttural cry was finally released from the depths of his soul, and he spilled his seed deep within her. Finally, he rolled over onto his back taking her with him and she sat up and flattened the palms of her hands on his chest.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I needed that."

"I know you did."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head and smiled. "No."

He nodded. "Your turn?"

Her smiled broadened and she shook her head again. "No. It's okay." Her fingers gently dried at his still wet cheeks.

"No? Well, that's hardly fair."

She leaned down and kissed his full lips. "You can owe me."

It seemed to him that she wasn't interested, but only for a moment. The faint, warm golden glow of the wand light gently illuminated her feminine features, tantalizing him. "Oh?"

"Owe."

"Ah," he whispered as he splayed his fingers through her hair and tugged gently, pulling her head back exposing her neck to him and he planted several sumptuous kisses at her thick jugular vein. "Can I talk you into it?"

She tried to shake her head, but his grasp was too firm and she laughed in a lowered tone. "Mm mm."

"No?"

She managed to shake her head, but only slightly.

"Please," he whispered softly. He brought her in closer and nibbled roughly at the taught skin and then soothed it with his tongue causing her to whimper a tiny moan as his hands squeezed her bottom and lifted her effortlessly, then lowered her gently back on to him. She breathed in deeply as he slowly pushed into her yet again and he felt her bear down on him as she closed her eyes. Even in the soft wand light, he was able to see the flush on her cheeks and her breasts. "Still no?"

"Maybe," she whispered breathily.

He felt her hips shift, grinding down and he lifted her again and he smiled at hearing her whimpering moan...he loved the sound of her. She lowered her body to his again and he moved his one hand to her hip and the other reached up to allow his fingers to get tangled up in her long mane of hair one more time, grasping it firmly in his hand, tugging gently, causing her hips to shift once more. Feeling pride in himself that he was able to make her feel like she was, he worked her like this for a while until he felt her orgasm flood onto him, then he slowed his ministrations and looked into her eyes. "I still owe you, don't I?"

"Oh hell yeah, you do!"

"Oh, goody! We get to play again!"

She laughed and leaned in for a deepened kiss, her tongue waging a mock battle with his as her hands clamped onto his, holding him down.

"I'm hungry," he said between kisses.

She sat up again, breaking the kiss and pointed toward the door. "What are you hungry for? We've a refrigerator full of food! Only god knows what all is in there..."

He arched his brow and laughed quietly. "You're so cute." He sat up finding her lips again with his own, and pushed her gently backward toward the foot of the enlarged bed, her head dangling off the edge. He lay over her again and his lips found her neck once more, descending lower, his tongue tasting her flesh, lapping at their mingled essences...

He delighted in the fact that she squealed her pleasure.

She finally rolled over onto her side and he spooned his body tightly to hers and held onto her as if the bed would suddenly shrink back to its original size again.

Sirius woke in the middle of the night to find that she had shifted and was facing him, her legs tangled with his, her arms wound tightly around his torso and her face in the crook of his neck. He encircled his arms snugly around  her holding her close to him and closed his eyes once more. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed her temple and again, sleep found and claimed him quickly as he vaguely remembered that he hadn't returned his motor bike back to it's original size...he would take care of it tomorrow...