WARNING: I DO NOT CLAIM TO BE GOOD AT WRITING SMUT. IN FACT, IM SHIT AT IT. SO PLEASE BEWARE.
February 15, 1977
9:37 pm
New York City
In the past six months since Sirius first met Anneliese, he hadn't kissed a single person. He could have slept with anyone, pulled them aside in a broom cupboard somewhere, and gotten his fill whenever he pleased.
There were plenty of people lined up if he showed even the faintest interest.
But there was some sort of weird feeling that he got in his stomach whenever he pictured kissing someone besides Anneliese in this past half year, almost an instinct that felt like he was betraying what he really wanted.
Now, in the pouring rain, the reasoning for that weird feeling was becoming very clear.
When they had kissed in the Leaky Cauldron, they had been two total strangers. Anneliese had needed help to get away from that boy who was bothering her, and Sirius had simply been there and looked like he wasn't a total dick.
To her surprise even then, the random boy at the tavern had kissed her back without hesitation, and she still remembered the sharp taste on his tongue even to this day.
Sirius had been thoroughly amused and shocked by the girl, along with somewhat impressed at her nerve.
But as months passed, Black and Callaway had several near misses of their lips touching again, countless times when both of them felt the tension rising but didn't know how to act on it.
And now, those dozens of weeks had exploded.
Neither of them had made the conscious decision to do this, it was just instinct after so long.
Instinct fueled by desire and longing and dreams when both of them had pictured this experience vividly only to wake up and it not be real.
But now it was very, very real.
With his hand gripped on the back of her neck and the other tangled in her wet, golden hair, Sirius had his eyebrows furrowed from how hard he was kissing Anneliese, grey eyes shut to fully absorb the sensation of her soft lips against his.
There was nothing calm, reserved, or held back about the way they were holding onto one another, only fierce fingers and strangled sounds coming from the backs of their throats as the touch intensified.
Anneliese pressed her skeleton tattooed hand against his chest, palm flat against his soaking shirt as the other was on the back of his neck as well, the muscles pleasantly more firm than she had expected them to be.
Sirius slowly circled his thumb on the back of her neck as he kissed her, and that tiny, simple touch made Callaway's knees nearly go weak as a tiny breath shook her lungs.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at my hands before, Callaway," Sirius muttered against her lips. "You aren't that subtle."
"I didn't realize you were so preoccupied with where I'm looking," Anneliese replied with a tiny smile as she pulled away for a split second to reply. "So we're both guilty."
Sirius laughed slightly as the rain came down even harder, soaking them both down to the bone.
They wouldn't have been freezing cold if it weren't for the warm of one another's skin heating the other until the point of flushed cheeks and necks.
Still, both of them were longing for a bit more of a soft surface.
Sirius's fingers gripped around Anneliese's wrist, holding it closer to his chest for a few more seconds, it taking everything in him not to just stay out in the rain forever. He slowly moved her hand down until it was intwined with his at their waists.
"Let's get inside," he whispered, pulling away for only a split second for them to run into shelter.
Their feet slapped against the wet concrete, Anneliese barefoot, as they ran with their hands still entwined towards the door to the apartment building.
They couldn't even last long enough to climb up the stairs with just their hands together.
The second the warm air hit their faces, their lips moved together again as Sirius kicked the door shut with his foot while still kissing her at the same time.
Water fell all over the floor from where their clothes were dripping, not that either of them were going to be dry anytime soon.
Anneliese quickly pinned Sirius against the wall so that his back was pressed flat against the paint, her tattooed hand gripped tightly in a fist around his soaking shirt, pulling him closer to her.
Callaway's breath hitched as one of his hands slowly moved up her side, the contact so light that it felt like a feather was tauntingly drifting across her skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but one of excitement and not fear.
Anneliese pressed Black further against the wall with her hips, wanting every inch of their skin to be closer together if he just wouldn't put his damn hand all the way down just to make her angry.
"You're impatient," Sirius teased with a smirk, still not opening his eyes.
"I've been waiting six months whether I realized it or not," Anneliese replied, breath shaking. "That's too long."
"Fortunately, I agree," Black said, opening his eyes slowly.
The two of them were about to lock lips again as smiles flitted on their faces before an uncomfortable cough came from behind them.
"Excuse me, you two are blocking the stairway."
Anneliese and Sirius broke apart from one another so fast that the family behind them would have missed it if they even blinked.
There was a mother and father who both looked absolutely mortified that their children, one less than twelve and the other a toddler were having to see the two teenagers take part in such a fiery display of affection.
Black was desperately trying to hold in a laugh as he exchanged a glance with Anneliese that said they both needed to get upstairs, right then.
They were in a total state of euphoria as they sprinted up the stairs to get back to Quennie's apartment, both of them having been so happy very few times in their lives.
"Did you see the expression on her face?" Anneliese asked, collapsing against the wall outside the apartment and holding her stomach from laughing.
"She looked like a grindylow," Sirius wheezed back.
They lasted a few more seconds trying to regain their composure after laughing, but the breath simply wasn't returning to their lungs.
Might as well just steal it another way as well, Anneliese thought as she kissed Sirius again, pressing his shoulders against the door.
But of course, there was another interruption.
The crinkle of parchment sounded against Sirius's head as it tilted back against the door, and he opened his eyes in confusion just in time to catch the note from falling to the floor.
Dumbledore and I went to the Blind Pig for the night because I'm not stupid.
Love, Queenie
Anneliese stared down at the note in disbelief as color filled her cheeks, knowing that Goldstein's claim and suspicions were far from inaccurate.
"Well then, I guess we have the apartment all to ourselves-" Sirius started with a smirk, but was quickly cut off by Anneliese shoving him inside and pressing him against the wall again. "Alright then."
Callaway suddenly let out a small squeal as he grabbed her waist and flipped them around so that she was now the one who was pressed under him on the wall.
"Didn't think I'd let you be at the advantage for that long, did you?" Sirius asked, opening his grey eyes after only briefly shutting them.
Anneliese stared back at him with her dark blue gaze and arms wrapped around his neck, lips parted ever so slightly and practically begging for him to force his back onto hers.
So of course, Sirius didn't give her what she wanted right away.
Instead, his lips found her jawline, giving her soft, slow kisses that stayed on each spot for what felt like hours as his mouth slowly moved with strong, precise movements that made Anneliese have to bite back a moan.
His lips buried themselves deeper and deeper into the curve of her neck, all of the initial softness of his kisses escalating to hunger to finally have her sweet and smooth and freckled and tan skin on his mouth.
At the same time that his lips were working her neck to the point where Anneliese's skin was pulsing with the heat, he was reaching four fingers up the small of her back, their skin touching from underneath her shirt.
Just like they had on her neck, Black's fingers slowly moved in tiny, neat circles on her back. Callaway found herself wanting them somewhere else as well.
"Fuck, Grey Eyes," she gasped as his lips moved down to her collarbone, the sensation like nothing she had ever felt before.
Sure, this was by no means Anneliese's first time getting close with a boy against a wall. Her popularity at Ilvermorny had offered quite a bit of options to her, ones that she sometimes found herself liking back.
But for the lord's sake, Sirius Black was good.
The feeling of their skin and lips meeting was better than she could have ever imagined, and Anneliese had most certainly spent quite a bit of time imagining.
"Not my name," he muttered, pulling his mouth away from her skin.
The absence of his lips on her suddenly made Anneliese feel desperate, like she would do anything to get them back there.
Sirius pulled away slightly and watched with a smirk as her dark blue eyes fluttered open and looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to keep going and never stop again.
"What?" Anneliese prompted, her voice barely there from how hoarse her throat felt. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Black enjoyed watching her wonder for a few more seconds before holding his lips a fragment of an inch away from hers and whispering in a way that swarmed her stomach with butterflies.
"I just said, that's not my name," he told Anneliese in his deep voice, looking directly into her eyes with severity. "It's Sirius Black."
"Fine," she whispered back. "If you're going to be so fucking stubborn-"
Callaway was cut off by Sirius suddenly grabbing her by the waist again and moving them over to the bedroom he saw the love letter resting on the silky pink comforter of.
Anneliese somehow still found a way to kiss him along the way as Sirius slowly sank into the edge of the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Slowly pressing his hands on either side of her waist, Black let his eyes open for a moment to see Anneliese's wet hair had fallen around both of their faces like a curtain, shielding him from seeing anything besides her perfect freckles.
Callaway felt his slight pause and opened her eyes as well.
Sirius slowly smiled at her as a blush creeped onto her cheeks. He had wanted to have their faces this close with the reassurance that he could kiss her for so long, and now it was finally here.
Anneliese was the one this time to flip herself over, a bit of a nervous feeling coming over her stomach as she found that she didn't know what to do with her back pressed against the comforter and this beautiful boy looking down at her.
Sirius instantly noticed the nervousness in her expression and removed his hands from every part of her body they had previously been resting.
"Are you alright?" he whispered, metallic eyes wide and concerned. "We obviously don't have to-"
"No, I know," Anneliese replied in an equally low voice. "I want to, I just.."
She trailed off, a bit more color coming into her cheeks as she couldn't believe that she was having this conversation with Sirius Black.
"You're..?" he prompted, a slight smile twitching at his lips as a knowing smirk formed on his chiseled features. "What, first time?"
Callaway nearly slapped him across the face.
"Stupid Gryffindor," she muttered, turning her neck to the side away from him. "No filter.. but yes."
"Just let me take things slow," Sirius said, a genuine tone coming over his voice as the playfulness was gone. "And please don't feel uncomfortable wanting to stop, Anneliese. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispered back as her eyes flickered over his features. "I will."
"Okay," Black replied, that slow smirk forming again once he was confident Callaway felt safe. "Just relax."
Anneliese let her eyes flutter shut again, the desire for his lips on her skin surging up. Unseen, Sirius smiled down at her for a few seconds before tracing his pointer finger along the waistband of her sweatpants.
Callaway's stomach shuddered again as his hand slowly moved underneath the soaking cotton of her shirt, exposing her skin to the freezing air of the apartment. His fingers traced delicate patterns all across her stomach, nails scratching against her skin ever so slightly in a way that made rushes of warmth go through her body.
Her eyes still shut, Anneliese felt the directions of his fingertips moved downwards to her waistband again where they had started, slowly easing the sweatpants off with a sharp inhale of his own.
The tattoo of the black dog was fully visible to him for the first time.
With a slow smile, Sirius planted his hands on either side of Anneliese's waist and brushed his lips against her thigh where the tattoo was gently.
Callaway's fist closed around the sheets.
This reaction to that tiny touch was in no way lost on Black, and he grinned even more as he traced his lips all down her thigh, then moving to the next one after it started to tremble with the powerful sensation.
Anneliese found herself not wanting to open her eyes, enjoying the thrilling feeling of not knowing where his lips and hands were going to move next.
Sirius, noticing the anticipation practically radiating off her, slipped two fingers underneath the waistband of her light blue underwear and started to move them back and forth, never getting farther than the arch of her thigh.
Callaway's back arched up just barely off the mattress as his lips joined his fingers.
He firmly pressed his palms into her hips, keeping them pinned against the mattress.
Sirius's mouth started at her leg just above her knee, slowly moving inwards at a taunting rate until his lips were just an inch away from her inner thigh.
And then, of course, he skipped back up to her stomach.
Anneliese's legs began trembling as Sirius built up her anticipation again and again, and after what felt like hours, Black finally relieved it.
The formerly neat bed with tucked pillows and smooth sheets was a total mess. The two of them were both completely breathless as they laid on their backs and looked up at the ceiling, at a total loss for words.
"That was.." Sirius started, but then found that he couldn't talk.
"Yea," Anneliese whispered back, a throbbing feeling still coursing through her. "I agree."
Is there wizarding world protection? Callaway thought silently, a sudden feeling of dread coming over her. Why haven't I ever thought of that before?
Anneliese's breath stopped, and she suddenly rolled over from under the sheets so that she was facing Sirius.
"What?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing at her panicked expression. "Are you okay?"
All of Callaway's worries were foolishly forgotten as she looked at his perfect face.
"I'm amazing," she replied reassuringly.
"I know."
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