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The Story in Your Eyes

Sirius' eyes opened with a start: someone was banging on the front door. He reached for Liesel's hand and gently squeezed it. "Babe?"

"I hear it," she yawned. "Probably Daddy."

Sirius sat up in a panic as he ripped the duvet from his body, feeling the coolness of the room assault his still naked body. "SHIT! Get dressed! HURRY!"

She leaned up on her elbows and watched him dart around the bedroom like a mad man looking for his clothes and when he finally located the jeans that she had tossed on the chair by his desk, he attempted to slide into them as he moved toward the bedroom door. He stopped momentarily, seeing her laying on the bed looking absolutely stunning, and he cursed the banging on his front door for having to leave her. He managed to get into the corridor before he fell over. "OW! FUCK ME!"

"Did that already," she called out from the doorway of the bedroom, tying the fabric belt to his housecoat. "Last night in fact, don't you remember?"

"NOT FUNNY!" He crawled to his feet and secured the metal button of his jeans and zipped up the fly and continued onward toward the kitchen. The banging continued and he rolled his eyes and grumbled.

"Wasn't trying to be funny. Just stating fact." She took a deep breath. "COMING DADDY!"

Finally, the banging stopped.

Sirius winced. "Did you HAVE to pick those particular words, Bobbie!"

She put her hands on her hips as she approached him. "What? I don't know what you're getting so wound up for?"

Sirius turned on his heel and held his arms out. "Oh, I dunno? How about because I just shagged his daughter ten ways to Sunday last night?" She smiled sweetly at him as she opened his housecoat, revealing her still naked body to him and he looked toward the door again, then back at her. He then pointed his finger at her. "You're EVIL!" Her grin became quiet toothy as her bobcat canines elongated inside her mouth and she giggled as he adjusted himself through his denim prison. Continuing on, Sirius tripped over a case of ale, stubbing his toe and cursed loudly at the box as he continued toward the front door, then turned around and kicked it on purpose for good measure, hurting his toe again. "GAH!"

He unlocked the door and opened it to find a concerned-looking Laurie and her husband with a mixed look of suspicion and concern on his face. "What the hell Sirius," he asked as the not-quite awake young man swallowed hard and blinked his eyes several times in succession, trying to focus. He thought he smelled petrol and looked out the glass of the storm door to the quiet neighborhood street.

"Just woke up."

"Well we figured that already," Laurie said chuckling. "We brought breakfast," she cooed waving a white bakery bag in the air. "I hope you like croissants?"

"Croissants? Oh yeah, they're great," he replied hobbling to the side as he allowed them access to his house. "Won't you come in?"

"Thank you," Laurie said as she entered the small foyer followed closely by her husband.

"Is everything alright? Where's my daughter," John asked.

Sirius looked past him and then into his eyes. "The loo, most likely."

"Do you have to race her there," Laurie asked.

"Every morning," Sirius replied. "Speaking of which, I'll be right back. I'll let her know that she needs to shake her tail feathers and get a move on."

"Did you get the percolator started?"

"No...didn't get a chance," Sirius called out from the bathroom door. He knocked once and opened it. "Incoming," he said and closed the door behind him.