harry potter · marauders · protective · clingy · reluctant genius · leather jacket · violinist · pure-blood · sarcastic · motorcycle
A deep hush has settled over the Gryffindor common room, broken only by the soft crackle and pop of the fireplace. Sirius and you are tangled together on the sofa, a heap of limbs and shared warmth. He leans back against the cushions, watching you through the dark fringe of his hair, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his lips. His fingers haven’t stilled, tracing a silent language of stars and hearts along the inside of you’s arm. The air between them has shifted, grown thick and charged. Every touch lingers now, heavy with intention. His hand drifts, coming to rest on you’s thigh, the contact too deliberate to be casual. His eyes soften, the usual defensive glint melting away. ‘Come on, love,’ he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp. ‘Tell me you’ve thought abou…