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Sirius is rather busy sliding one hand up her calf and the other over her breast to be paying attention, and besides her throat tastes really rather wonderful.

But the foot is gone, and a dim voice in the back of his head is wondering, why is the foot gone?

Faith chuckles, softly, and pulls back some more, surreptitiously replacing the foot with a hand - which, being more flexible, can go inside the pants, and does, with a friendly squeeze.

Then it, too, is gone, and Faith's standing, and pulling him with her.

"Rules against this, Sirius...gonna get us locked up," she says, not looking like she minds too much.

"Well, if they locked us up together," Sirius says, tugging her close. She's...soft and has curves and is very bendy, and it's a little hard to believe his luck. "You might lose your badge, though. How does a bloke get a room in this place -- preferably soundproofed?"

"Bar gives out keys. Not soundproofed though. You have spells, right? Silencing spells?"

Faith tugs him along toward the bar, resting a hand on the wood. "Bar? Key please. Just for the night." Beat. "Far, far away from others, if you can, dear."

The key appears, and Faith takes it, then starts leading Sirius toward the stairs.

Sirius follows, very close, and catches her around the waist on the landing, pulling her against him before moving them both against the wall. He's a little eager, but a very good kisser.

"I know a lot of spells," he says. "Silencing and otherwise."

One of his hands strokes her palm, and he grins when she moans.

"Picked that one up from a book," he says against her neck. "I read a lot."

"Mmm...books're nice. Spells. Clever. Should've been a Ravenclaw."

Faith wraps a leg around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"The sooner we get behind closed doors, the sooner you get to see what I've picked up."

"That works," Sirius says, hand sliding down her thigh. "Let me show you one more move..."

With a feat of skill which is pretty impressive even for Sirius, he hitches her other leg up over his hip, pulls her close with one hand, and Apparates to the top of the stairs.

"What number was it again?"

"1942," Faith says, clinging to him a little. "Did you just Apparate us?"

"Well, you wanted speed," Sirius says, peering over her shoulder at the rows of doors. "Twelve....forty two....thirteen....I think that one's infinity...this place is really weird."

He glances up to see a large painted sign reading "THIS WAY TO 1942."

"Very weird."

"Yeah. Very bizarre," Faith agrees, and puts her hand down his pants. "Hurry."

Sirius sets Faith down, because he knows she's faster on her feet than she is with her legs around his waist, however much more fun she is in the latter position.

"This way," he says, leading her through the upstairs gloom. The room numbers are glowing about five doors down.

Oh god, she's rubbing the key against his --

He grabs the key, anyhow, and fumblingly unlocks the door, pulling her inside. He makes very sure the door is locked behind them.

Then he bursts out laughing. The bed is round. And it has a mirror...

Faith laughs, too, dropping the key.

"Bar knew what was on my mind, I guess," she says, and when Sirius turns back to her, she's naked.

Very, very naked.

Completely, in fact, naked.

Sirius catches his breath.

"You might get this a lot," he says, "But you're quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Faith grins and sashays up to him, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

"I do get that a lot, actually," she says, "but thank you."

Kissing while naked is somewhat different than kissing while clothed, really.

Sirius agrees, and remembers that he has a wand. He almost stutters the single word required to banish his clothing, and as a result, it ends up in a heap on the chair, instead of neatly folded.

Ask him if he cares.

She's warm all over. Which is where he wants to touch her -- all over.

Somewhere in the back of Faith's mind, a little voice is saying, Oh my god, I'm deflowering Sirius Black.

Somewhere even further back, another voice is saying I will never be able to look Harry in the eyes again.

Faith's ignoring both of them, pulling Sirius back in the direction of the bed.

Faith has quite the case of Roving Hands.

Sirius has more a case of the absent brain, which is really okay as far as he's concerned, even as they fall on the bed and he props himself over her just enough to kiss the swell of her breasts, lick one tongue over her nipple. He's never gotten this far with a girl before, and he's trying to remember the locker room talk of the older boys when he was younger, so that he doesn't embarrass himself.

Her ankles are hooked over his shoulders. This Slayer gig, more girls should have it....

He's not bad, for somebody who's never done this before.

And the mirror thing is kinda kinky.

Faith's fingers comb through his hair, tightening when he licks her, and the noise she makes is almost a growl.

"...you sure...only 17? Awful good...teenager..."

"I'm mature for my age," he answers, gripping her hips and biting her shoulder. This is all very encouraging, and his body agrees wholeheartedly.

"Legs, just a...little..." he gasps, trying to fit his body to hers more closely. "Faith..."

"Yeah...I can...see that..."

Faith's legs drop down to the bed and spread wide, knees bending, hips arching to give him a better angle.

It is possible that certain sensitive portions of his anatomy get groped.

Strike that - they definitely get groped.

Sirius can feel his eyes roll up in his head.

"Just...moment to concentrate..." he mumbles, burying his face in her neck. He isn't quite sure of the physics of all this, but --

Oh, that was...easier than he thought it would be, and ohsowarmanddidshejustsqueeze...

He moans against her skin, wondering if she was wrong and if he'll actually die of pleasure if he moves.

Yes, she just squeezed.

Pretty firmly.

And, being somewhat more certain of the physics than he is, has already started to move her hips, scraping her nails lightly over his scalp.

This is much, much better than flying and James doesn't know what he's talking about.

Sirius jerks his hips, rather inexpertly, but the thought is definitely there. After a few tries he manages to figure out how this works, and after a few more tries he can make her moan almost every time he arches a little when he thrusts.

"Faith....mmmmmh...." he moans, wanting it nownownow but not wanting to be lame and finish early, either. He closes his eyes and tries to think of vastly unerotic things, but her fingers in his hair are very, very distracting.

"Sirius..."

She's breathing a little heavily now, one bare foot running up and down his spine as her fingers move in his hair, squeezing and clenching around him.

If he can think of unerotic things right now, he's doing pretty well.

He can't. But that's okay, because the rhythm is becoming hypnotic and now he really doesn't want it to end.

He bites along her collarbone, one hand gripping her arse, the other twining in her hair. Some big sensation, far too big to understand, is building in his belly, uncoiling in little shivers of pleasure and making him gasp, moan, swear...

"Fuck, Faith, are you -- "