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"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 -- "

"Yes...yeah...fuck...Sirius..."

Her hips are jerking slightly, and she pulls his mouth up to hers, kissing him hungrily, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip as she does.

Sirius moans into her mouth and his body shudders and the deep feeling in his belly dissipates in a thousand little whiplash pleasures.

"Oh fuck," he mutters, and then, "contragens" rather urgently, even as he tenses and shudders again and it's a good thing too because now there is absolutely nothing but Faith's body and voice and mouth.

Faith has no idea what he just did.

Well, as far as the spell goes. The other bit she understands pretty well.

The spell she doesn't even hear properly, really, because his release triggered hers, and she's gasping and writhing underneath him as she rides it out.

Sirius is pretty sure that he's just given a woman her first orgasm while he was actually present for it, which is pretty good for the ego.

Or would be, if he could think rationally, which he can't, because he just wants to curl up as close to her as he can possibly get and ask when they can do that again.

"That was fun," he mumbles against her cheek.

Faith laughs, softly.

"Glad to know you think so," she says, running her fingers through his hair. "I rather liked it myself."

A beat, and then, mischievously, "Ready for round two?"

Sirius...may be in trouble.

Sirius laughs a little.

"I'm a wizard, not a miracle worker," he answers, nuzzling her ear. "We teenagers need our sleep, you know. Which is not to say I couldn't show you how good I am with my hands, if you want..."

Faith snorts, wrapping her legs around him, and flips them over so he's pinned under her.

"Sleep, if you need it," she says, and curls around him, pillowing her head on his chest. "For you, I'll stay the night."

"That's reassuring," he says, lifting one hand and hovering it in the air. A blanket at the end of the bed wraps itself around them.

"Er...possibly this is a stupid thing to tell you..." he says sleepily, "and...no pressure or anything...but that was sort of my...first. And may have ruined me for other women, really..."

Faith laughs, kissing his throat.

"That's what I do. Should get a t-shirt, really. 'Virgins Deflowered. Other Women Rendered Unattractive. Inquire Within.'"

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