Marauders One Shots

Put A Little Love On Me (S.B. / LE) [drabble]

The first thing you become aware of is fingers trailing up and down your spine lightly, tantalisingly.

The second thing you become aware of is a kiss bring pressed to the top of your shoulder.

The third thing you become aware of is that the fingers have left your back and instead, are wrapping themselves around your waist – pulling you closer to their owner.

You smile into the pillow, stretch your limbs slightly and hum gently, "Good morning."

He presses another kiss to the top of your shoulder, nipping slightly and he pulls away, "Morning, my love. Sleep well?"

"Mmm definitely. You?"

"Yes, it was a very good sleep indeed." You didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking. You could feel it as he started to kiss down your spine.

You murmur, "That feels good."

"Does it?"

"It really does. It is a shame though..." You trail off.

He stops kissing your back, his attention on you.

"What's a shame?"

"We're gonna have to put a pin in this as much as I want to carry on."

"Really?" You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and from that you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day with him. Rousing rarely for food or drink but to stay together in bed with his light touches and addictive kisses.

"Yes, really. Your godson is on his way back from school. We need to meet him at the Kings Cross."

"Merlin. Is that today?"

'Yes, Sirius. That's today. We have him for two whole weeks over Christmas."

"A miracle. I never thought Dumbledore would be up for it."

"Me too. But the thing is Sirius, it is very hard to tell you no."

A wicked grin breaks over Sirius' face; "How long do we have before we need to be at the station?"

You know where this is heading, "An hour or two at the most BUT I still need to get Harry's room ready."

He places a searing kiss to your lips. One where all thoughts of the day ahead simply leave your mind; the only thing running through your mind is Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.

He breaks the kiss, slowly making his way across your jaw and down your neck. Making sure to leave his mark on you in a place that isn't visible to the eye but where he knows it will be. You hum, shifting your neck to give him better access. He loves it when you do this, he knows he's got you convinced. He kisses his way back up your neck; he loves touching you, kissing you, he could spend an eternity doing so and it would never be enough.

"An hour or two is plenty of time. And you've had Harry's room ready for a week now. You can't lie to me, love"

You shift in bed, wrapping your arms around Sirius' neck from where he's placed himself above you. "No, I can't can I?"

He bumps his nose to yours, placing a kiss to your cheek. "It's why we work so well. You can't lie to me; I can't lie to you."

"We really do have an hour or two though."

"Plenty of time." Sirius states before trailing a path of kisses down your neck to your breasts. You gasp at the feeling of his lips on you; he's an addiction and you're fine with that.

You pull him up so you can kiss him. Wrapping your legs around him and tangling your hands in his hair that he has never cut, it has become increasingly clear to you that you and Sirius will probably be late for picking Harry up from the station.