THE PAST ALWAYS BITES YOU IN THE ASS [SIRIUS]

[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

Finally Sorcha had gotten what she wanted. She had found out what the Order was and she had gotten herself into it. It had been no small feat and the young woman had gone though great lengths to get into this whole thing. She had tried going through her mother but her mother was being exceptionally hard and eventually she refused to talk to her daughter if it involved anything about the order. So of course Sorcha had to find other means to get the information which was no small feat either but Sorcha had excellent ears and a hospital incidently was a great place to pick up on the going ons in the wizarding world. At one point she had even over heard more talk about the order and she finally figured that if her mother wasn't going to tell her then she was going to move out. The threat didn't give her the results that she wanted. Her mother should have known better then to get between her daugther adn soemthing that she wanted though. Sorcha had to be the most determined witch on the planet and she was not the type to give up on anything. She saw everything that she did through to the end. So when Sorcha still didn't get an answer to the questions that she was asking even with the threat of moving out, Sorcha did indeed find employment somewhere other than St. Mungos and she was out to Hogwarts once again to assist Madame Pomfree.

It was through picking up the gossip between the teachers and some of the people down at Hogsmede that Sorcha was able to piece together all the information that she needed. She had gone to Dumbledore one day when seh was certain that she ahd gotten everything right and pieced together correctly and she asked if she could join and listed all of her assests and why she wanted to fight citing her father's death as one of the reasons. She was close to begging him for a postitioin at one point, but that wasn't going to be necessary as he said that the order would be happy to take on another member and that he was sure that she would be able to help out in her own special way and he was pretty much right about that. What Sorcha got wasn't what she ahd expected. She showed up to the latest order meeting the previous night and her mother blew up at her. It wasn't exactly the best scene and there was cursing and fighting and everything between them. It was a typical mother daughter blow up between the two women. Eventually Dumbledore soothed her mother but not Sorcha. Dumbledore never had any intentions of giving her any of the misssions that she had dreamed up in her head. He had wanted her as a healer so that when things got bad for any of the members, they wouldn't be vulnerable in St. Mungos and they wouldn't have to worry about having gaurds to watch them there either. It was a brilliant plan really but it wasn't what Sorcha wanted.

Whether or not she liked it, that was the cards that Sorcha was dealt and she just sucked it up and dealt with it. Now she was living headquarters, her new home, and she had been going around it trying to get used to it and see where things were and she was to make a list of all the things that she was going to need on hand for when she was going to have to deal with an injured order member. She already had a room with a few beds and bookshelves upon booksleves to fill with books and other ingredients, potions and the like. She had a muggle notepad and pen in her hand as she was walking down the hallway of St. Mungos looking down at her notepad going over the list. She knew the layout of the place practically by heart and so she was just going to where she needed to get a few things consult with her mother make sure she hadn't missed anything. On her way to her mother's ward she had bumped into someone. "Oh sorry about that wasn't paying attention to where I was going though I was alone," She said as she went to pick up the pen that she dropped. "Oh you have got to be joking," Sorcha said when she looked up to see who she had run into. Of all the people she had to run into she had to run into the one person that she would rather go the rest of her life without seeing. "Missed you at the meeting last night, though I guess I shouldn't be surprised since you like to ditch out on a lot of things in life."

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notes: let the epicness begin!

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

*/GOD IN A CATALYTIC CONVERTER,
( in topeka on a monday night, i taste blood every time i think of summer )
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Granted it wasn’t one of his most intelligent moves, but nonetheless, it was a victory; a undeviating success that no party could deny—no matter how many dirty looks they gave him, in the end—it was his impulsive, irrational and near fatal end game that left most of the Order member’s out of harm’s way. Even with the vast amounts mutterings and exclamations of idiocy, Sirius wasn’t the least bit fazed. He knew what he was capable of—he knew the lengths in which he could push himself, so why not take a few risks and turns? The enigma of life was solely based upon living it to the highest extent, especially during these times, when war and destruction was found hiding in each hidden niche. Nothing was certain anymore—the only thing that was there in front of them was life and if a few risks weren’t taken—they’d all slowly perish, one way or another. What was the point in stalling it?

His frame was perched against the solid hard cement of a brick wall, his arm hung limply on the side—Prongs was off a few feet away helping up the Marlene bird—while Peter was scurrying somewhere in the background. The burdening pain of his shoulder didn’t even register—and it took him a few seconds to adjust himself before Prongs was shooting him another figuratively dirty look—that indicated that he was in for a good arse kicking. Sirius’ grin just broadened as his eyes fell on James and even though he was receiving a disapproving look from him as well, Sirius knew there was a hint of admiration hidden somewhere in there. Wincing a little, he pushed himself off the wall—groaning at the solid loss of pressure on his shoulder. The muscles on his forearm weighed down heavily against his dislocated shoulder. His arm lay immobile against his side, his humerus bone sliding in and out of the socket as his arm dangled in the open air. This might have been just a little humorous if Sirius wasn’t suffering in pain. And Prongs taking his sweet bloody time with the little saucy brunette didn’t help the situation, especially not when it was him that needed the fucking aid. Now, it was his turn to glare at him, the smug bastard, purposefully making him wait—Sirius just rolled his eyes—and with a brief pause and a hesitant gaze at the wall behind him, Sirius angled his body to the side, before ramming his shoulder hard against the brick wall—feeling his humerus plop back into his socket with a loud crunch.

The pain alone nearly unsettled him—but Sirius kept upright, bowing his head and taking in gulps of fresh air—the pain was subsiding slowly—and he could feel the soreness already creeping through his veins. Another night in the company of whiskey, it wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last, just another day in the life of Sirius Black. Panting, he heaved himself up again—feeling the pain still buzzing loudly in his shoulder—but Sirius ignored it—instead, he picked up his fallen wand—and cast it aside in his back pocket—and the moment he made the sinuous travesty alone—he heard the gruff voice of Moody shouting back to him, “Don’t ruddy well blow your arse off now, Black,” Sirius ignored him. As sharp as the Auror was—even in his old days—Moody had the tendency to annoy the living bollocks out of him, especially with his on-going pesturing about contant vigilance, wand protection and dueling—it made Sirius want to give him a good kick in the arse—not that he ever expressed such a desire. He made his way to James—giving Marlene a quick glance down and a hurried are you alright, before he clapped his bestfriend on the back—as sharply as he could—and all that achieved was a muffled laughter from Prongs and a hoarse groan of pain from Sirius—who clearly hadn’t realized that using an injured arm to injure another person, surely wasn’t one of his best ideas. And as James called him out on that—all Sirius could do was laugh along and tell him to “Sod off,”.

Time passed quickly after that—Sirius, James—and Peter (who had been found lurking somewhere else, completely off the battle scene) helped clean up the mess. His shoulder was still aching—but Sirius hadn’t bothered paying attention to James’s or Peter’s on-going pleas to go to St. Mungos. Just the idea alone was—rather mortifying, but to mention embarrassing—so most of the night—Sirius did very little—while Peter and James sorted out the havoc that the sodding stick-up-their-arses Death Eaters left behind. By the time they actually finished—his shoulder was downright killing him—and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ram himself against the brick wall—no matter how trained he was in the practical art of muggle healing—Sirius may have miscalculated just a bit. He knew that a pain-killing potion would be more than sufficient for the ache—but Sirius had no energy to brew a potion—and neither did he have any of the supplies. The only place he could probably find a vial now was either Knockturn Alley or St. Mungos—somehow, in his head—going down to Knockturn Alley seemed like a much more plausible idea. But before he could think to apparate—an strong grip—two strong grips tightened against his arm—and before he knew it—he was taken into a side-along apparition. The tossers. They just had to fucking….

With barely time to recover from the intruding notion of apparition, Sirius was nearly—shoved into the reception hall of St. Mungos--- and he knew—he couldn’t struggle—or attempt to make a scene—without James and Peter both hexing him into submission. Seething inwardly—Sirius grudgingly approached the reception hall with them both—and inkling his head to the side—Sirius focused on something else—anything else, the embarrassment alone was unhinging him. But before he could dig himself deeper into his attempted façade of humiliation—Sirius caught the sight of her. At once—the on-going feats of indignation disappeared—instead, now—a rather gleeful smirk trailed along the curve of his mouth as he took in her appearance. She looked good—as pretty as she had always been—but from the last time he’d seen her—she had slowly but surely filled out as well. It should have felt awkward to check her out—especially after the rather fucked up history they had behind them—but Sirius had never been the type of bloke who clung to the past. Leaving James and Peter behind—and hoping they didn’t notice his rather quick departure, Sirius made his way over to her—the pain still ebbing silently against the blade of his shoulder and as always, he ignored it.

A slight smirk pressed against the corner of his lips—he casually stood in front of her—knowing full well that she hadn’t seen him coming. And how she couldn’t spot his two meter man—he didn’t know—but then again—she had never been perspective, at least he didn’t think so. He stood there—one hand digging inside his pocket, while the other one slung to the side; his face was veiled underneath a mask of an automatic scowl—and the moment she bumped into him, he steadied her with one arm, pushing her frame back just a bit. Sirius clearly ignored her apology—knowing full well that it wasn’t intended for him—and the moment her eyes caught with his own, he was sure. He gave her a tight-lipped smile that was condescending in his own right, “Didn’t know they let you out of the kitchens in Headquarters?” he said, with a rather polite smile. “Well, its good to see you up and about—finally, I guess Dumbledore realized there are better uses for you—that don’t involve the kitchen…. I would know, wouldn’t I?” he wagged his eyebrows just a bit—that grin on his face growing with each tension filled second that walked by. Really—the trip to St. Mungos had been worth it for this—at least he found one way to amuse himself.

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^{TAGGED: SORCHA WORDS: DON'T WORRY
NOTES: SORRY IT SUCKED COMPLETE ASS
LYRICS: TOPEKA - LUDO CREDIT: TANA}

[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

Getting Sorcha angry wasn't exactly a hard feat. It was rather easy to get the young Irish woman angry, but there were just some people who were better at it than others and nobody bested Sirius Black in this particular pastime. His condescending smile and his sexist Voltaire remarks weren't doing anything to improve her mood at the moment. The only thing that was saving him from being doubled over in pain on the floor was the fact that she was trying to figure out what he was doing here. Sorcha saw James and Peter in the distance. Clearly none of them were here for a specific reason. She doubted that they even noticed that Sirius had left them. They really needed to keep Sirius on a leash or one of these days he was going to be barking up the wrong tree and he would get himself into something that he wasn't going to get out of.

The trio weren't here to watch an order member that much was for certain. If they were they wouldn't be out there lounging about waiting for something, most likely a healer. Sorcha knew that James and Peter were both smart enough that they would go to St. Mungos if they needed it, but most likely they would have gone back to Headquarters and seek her help out. Sirius on the other hand was a different story. Sirius had too much pride to admit when he needed help. Most likely they had to drag his arse here to get healed and they couldn't leave because they knew that Sirius would bolt for it, and they couldn't take Sirius back to Headquarters because he would refuse her help and well he obviously didn't know what she was doing at Headquarters anyway. "Hey James, what did Sirius do to himself?" Sorcha said ignoring everything that Sirius had just said and looked over his shoulder towards James and Peter. "Dislocated his right shoulder," James said not even looking up from whatever he was reading to pass the time. Sorcha sighed and shook her head a smile spreading across her face.

"Well come on Black lets get you all better and if you're a good boy maybe I'll even give you a blood pop when we're all said and done," Sorcha said sarcastically grabbing him by his right arm and leading him to the nearest empty room. Sorcha took off her bag and let it fall to the floor. She had to admit that she didn't think that her day was going to turn out like this but she liked that fate had finally thrown her a bone for being good and not doing something stupid and reckless and just making the best with what she had been given. "Here," She said fishing a chocolate frog out of her bag and tossing it at him. She was wondering if she should use magic on him or just pop it back in the good old muggle way. The second one served him better. She walked over to his chair and went on her knees so that she was level with his shoulder. "You know if you took the time to listen you would know that I'm not your maid or your cook or whatever little fantasy that you've got going up in your brain," Sorcha said as her hand moved over his shoulder trying to assess the damage. "I'm a healer. I'm staying at headquarters so when idiots like you go and get yourselves hurt on your little side missions. You don't get sent to St. Mungos and become sitting ducks for death eaters," Sorcha said jerking his arm back and popping his shoulder back into place with a satisfied smile on her face. She went over to the cabinet and took out a small vile of a pain relief potion. "Here, it will numb the pain until your arm gets used to being back to the way it's supposed to be," Sorcha said holding it out to him.

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notes: it was not crap, now i'd love to see you stay under 700 words!

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

*/GOD IN A CATALYTIC CONVERTER,
( in topeka on a monday night, i taste blood every time i think of summer )
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Sirius didn’t know what he hated more about hospitals, the eerie morbid presence or the other sick foolish patients that somehow landed their arses in this dreadful place. Whatever the case was—Sirius wanted out. His feet were literally itching to run out of here—without a look back to Prongs and Wormtail. Even with his arm barely hanging on for its life, Sirius was sure he’d still be able to out run them, his long legs had aided to always beating Prongs at those little races. His eyes scanned beyond Sorcha’s frame—looking for an easy way out—but unfortunately for him, Prongs and Wormtail would leap up the moment he did something stupid—and Sorcha wouldn’t be able to resist having a valid reason to hex him. <i>Bugger</i>, he was screwed both ways. Muttering something obtrusive under his breath, he bowed his head in defeat. Even apparating was off limits, granted, Sirius still didn’t bother getting his license (well after the two year mark), but it didn’t mean he was any less qualified to apparate, but still, apparating inside St. Mungo’s was almost as impossible as it was apparating in Hogwarts. So that idea was out of the bloody hat as well. Inwardly—he sighed and out of habit more than anything else, he slid his partially bloody fingers through his hair—feeling the faint trace of sweat brush along the length of his hand. It was likely that he wasn’t the least bit hygienic, especially after gallantly fighting a whole bunch of sissy death eaters, he was bound to stink just a little.

In spite of that, he moved closer to Sorcha’s frame, anything to rile her up would work to his benefit—even the tangent scent of his sweat. With a roll of his eyes, he watched as she automatically ignored him, not bothering to even acknowledge his presence, save giving him a passing glare. Sirius didn’t know whether to be offended or relived, but he sure as hell didn’t appreciate her addressing Prongs and Wormtail before the sick dying patient. What kind of bloody healer was she? He muttered something incoherent under his breath, before stopping to glare at his two moronic best friends, whom Sirius was sure, had not noticed him. Bastards. He would make them pay for this crap—and whatever vile, cruel, sick prank he could think of—Sirius promised himself that he would lay it on those two ingrates. The moment he was about to turn his gaze back over to Sorcha—Sirius felt his right shoulder almost being split in half as she dragged him to a ward. “Damnit woman…” he growled, wincing at the sharp pain and cursing James and Peter again for daring to bring him here—especially to a crazy bitch like Sorcha. “God damn. If you wanted to drag me to a closed ward for a wee bit of afternoon dessert, all you had to do was ask. Man handling isn’t the way to go…” he snarked at her, dutifully pulling his arm away from her grasp and sitting down on the bloody freezing bed. “What is this, a torture chamber? Why are the beds so cold?” he added, and really, whether or not he was just complaining for the hell of it—or complaining to irritate Sorcha, he didn’t know anymore. All Sirius wanted to do was wipe that smug grin off her face—it was irritating and—maybe somewhere deep down, intimidating the shit out of him. Sorcha could be bloody well scary when she wanted to be.

Sirius watched her move—her slim frame quickly moving through the large ward like a professional. Out of all the professions she could have picked, he had never seriously expected her to be a healer. The girl had a knack for flying and if she had stuck with it—then maybe she would have been a professional quidditch player by now—which was far more respectable than healing. He mentally shook his head—dragging his eyes away from the small of her back and letting it rest elsewhere. Before he knew what was happening however, she had chucked something at him and with the quick reflexes of a keeper, he caught it with his uninjured arm, feeling the triangular box of a chocolate frog. “Now you’re throwing things at me? Shouldn’t I file a bloody lawsuit for that?” he added again, just to tempt her, see if he could weasel out a frustrated groan or a derisive scream—or maybe even get her so angry she ripped off all her clothing and jumped him like she wanted to. As much of a fantasy the latter was, Sirius couldn’t help but keep the grin off his face as he replayed the little fantasy in his head. Perhaps, that was the reason, he couldn’t help that his eyes were wide as saucers when she dropped down to her knees. “Well… if you’re up for it…” but before he could even finish the blasted sentence, she gripped his arm tight again—and with an agonizing lurch that would have had Sirius Black falling to his knees in any other situation—he let out a low grunt of pain—as he felt the bone pop back into its socket, correctly this time. “Bloody buggering fucking hell,” Sirius groaned, his free hand—automatically wrapping around the right side of his shoulder—giving her the best death glare that he probably could muster at the moment.

“You do realize there is a perfectly painless spell for these things—“ he barked, when he was finally able to get a few words out of his mouth. “But then again—I never pegged you to be a good healer, some birds need to stay in the kitchen,” he added spitefully, not at all grateful that she had just popped back his shoulder, albeit the muggle way, but she had done it. Sorcha could have easily made his life even more miserable by signing him up for those long magical physicals—especially now that he had come back from a duel—but alas, he had been spared. But that inaudible voice in his head—that sounded too much like Moony for his liking, Sirius blatantly ignored. There was no way—she was earning any bit of gratitude, especially not from him. Reflexively, Sirius moved his right shoulder, wincing in pain—as the soreness gripped the entirety of his muscles. Maybe he wouldn’t have been such a dang on pussy if he wasn’t used to the benefits of magical healing—muggles had to actually heal people by chopping them up into bits and pieces and putting them back together again—Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to handle such a crappy form of healing. Mentally shuddering, Sirius focused his gaze on her—spotting her standing near a vial full of potions. “Oi, Mother Teresa, am I done here? Or is this the part you take off your clothes and heal the patient?” he yelled at her back sarcastically, “Cause if you aren’t up for some sexual healing—I’ve got a life to catch up with,” he mumbled under his breath. Soon enough, she was near him again—so close that he could distantly smell the scent of her perfume. It was nice—something airy and florissant—and unlike the stuff most women put on, it didn’t make him want to burn his nose off. Being that he was a dog half the time, his sense of smell was much more heightened than that of a normal witch or wizard. And if a witch had worn too much perfume, Sirius truly had a hard time trying to make conversation with them—because his nose couldn’t handle the added pressure. Snatching the vial from her grasp—Sirius sarcastically thanked her with a mock curtsy, and the moment he bowed his shoulders too low, he winced in pain. “Are you sure you fixed this bloody thing? Merlin, I’ve got to head back—wash my arse—get Helena and take this muggle out to the cinemas,” he said—with a rub of his shoulder. “Unlike you, I’ve got a bloody life and I’d like to be up and running again, if you don’t mind.”

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^{TAGGED: SORCHA WORDS: DON'T WORRY
NOTES: IT SUCKED BALLS.
LYRICS: TOPEKA - LUDO CREDIT: TANA}

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[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

There had been so many different things that Sorcha wanted to do with her life. Each one of them was as different as the next. She had wanted to be a mechanic, a healer, and a professional quidditch player. If Sorcha would be content living in the muggle world, she would have been a mechanic without a doubt. She would have opened up her father's shop and she could find a nice man that would take care of her. There had to be someone out there that wouldn't be so careless with her heart and toss it aside after he got what he wanted. Sorcha was a closet romantic and she still thought that she had a soul mate out there waiting for her somewhere. She was just hoping that she was going to meet him soon. She didn't want to waste anymore time. She knew that time could be cruel and in short demand. She had thought about being a quidditch player but it would most likely be a short lived career. She loved the game. it was one of her favorite things in the world. Flying gave her such a rush. But what was she going to do after her quidditch years were over? Besides it was just a game and there were more important things on the horizon. Nobody liked to talk about it, but if you read the papers close enough, you knew that there was something that was a miss in the world. There were dark things looming on the horizon no matter which way that you looked at it and Sorcha wasn't going to be wasting her time playing some silly game when her marks at Hogwarts clearly demonstrated that she could be doing so much more. Sorcha wasn't the type to sit by and watch something happen, especially now that she knew what was going on. Professional quidditch chaser was forever struck of the list of possible career choices. She would settle for kicking major ass in friendly matches. It would have to be enough because there was no going back now.

"Really Sirius, love, don't you think you're a little too old to be whining? Next thing you know I'll catch you suckling from a bottle," Sorcha asked him as she had gone back to where he was sitting so that she could fix his arm. She was going to take great pleasure in the pain that was going to succeed her actions. That may have sounded sick and unwarranted but anyone who knew the relationship between the two young people would understand it. Maybe she was still holding on a little bit to the past, but it wasn't just that. Sorcha would wager any amount that the reason Sirius was hurt was because he was off on a little mission of his own devising. He could have prevented this and she wanted to teach him a lesson. His decisions had consequences and sometimes those consequences sucked royally. Besides he there was a bigger picture to all of this and this wasn't the Sirius Black show. It was probably a good thing that she had cut him off too, otherwise Sirius would be in even more pain. She had known Sirius long enough to know when a classic Sirius innuendo was coming on. She wasn't in the mood for them. Then again she doubted that anyone was. She was wondering how long it was going to take for her to get used to being around Sirius again. She had easily tuned him out in Hogwarts before they were dating, but now it was like everything that he said was yelled at to her from a megaphone. He was an annoying little fly that was just buzzing around her and only her and no matter how much she tried she simply could not kill it.

When she was searching for the correct vile she had tuned out most of his whining again. The whining was easy to tune out. She put up with people's wining all the time. It was everything else that came out of his mouth that was a little hard to ignore. "You're almost done you big baby," Sorcha said handing him the vile and getting back down to the position that she was before by his shoulder checking it to make sure that it was back to where it was supposed to be. She tried to apply the least amount of pressure that she could and still check it. He was throwing the fact that he had a date in her face and that was annoying to her. It was also quite rude. With a flick of her hand and a minor spell the door to the ward was closed softly and locked. Her hands softly rubbed his shoulders. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I should have just used the spell. After all you were out being a brave little soldier for the Order. It would have been the least that I could do for you. Maybe I should I should kiss it and see if that makes it better," She said in his ear. She had chosen to disregard his comment about his date and sexual healing with words. Words were nice and sweet most of the time but they didn't quite do the job actual actions could. She stood up and stood in front of him her hands traveling up her arms as she moved to straddle his lap. There was a playful little smirk on her face as her hands continued to move tenderly over him. She softly pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders. "Will you let me make it up you," she asked him innocently enough. Her hand moved into his hair that was still sticky with the sweat of a battle. Most girls would have been turned off. Sorcha was different though. It proved that Sirius wasn't some lay about cowardly wizard. He could and did fight and that was one of the most appealing things about Sirius. She tilted his head back slightly and leaned in closer to him. "I think I still remember all of your favorite things," She said her index finger softly tracing his tempting lips. She looked like she was about to kiss him and a part of her really wanted to, but she couldn't. She had too much pride for that, but that didn't stop the memories of previous years from creeping their way back into her mind. She just had to remind herself that she was doing this to get back at him, and not because she subconsciously wanted him.

The reason as to why she was doing this though had gotten back into her mind. There was some muggle girl that he was going to meet tonight. There was always some other girl. It didn't surprise her at all. He just seemed to flit from girl to girl like it was no big thing. Not caring about what he was doing. With a muggle girl it was even easier to forget that his actions had consequences. They stayed in the muggle world while he was predominately in the magical world. It was the perfect situation for the man that feared commitment like must feared an unforgivable curse. "Do you remember how good it was Sirius," She asked as her hands traveled down his chest. She could feel every muscle underneath the flimsy fabric of his white t-shirt. It was another one of the things that she had liked about him. Like her, he didn't see the use of the silly and bothersome wizard robes. She had to face it, Sirius fit the bill of her ideal guy when it came to the surface. He was good looking, dark long hair, leather jacket, bad boy rebel attitude, and he grin that could melt ice-burgs. But that bad boy attitude had been what she hated the most as well. "Wouldn't all that energy and anger be put to better use if we put it towards something with a more pleasurable end?" She asked him. She was getting a little too into this. She felt like she was getting a little too convincing. She wondered if she was even acting at all anymore. She tossed her long dock hair over her shoulder and leaned down to his ear yet again "It could be so good," she said her lips so close that they made contact with his skin. "All you have to do is say that you want it to be good again. Just a few simple words."Her hands moved down his sides and hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. She wanted him to say yes, but the reason for wanting the yes was torn in two. Half of her wanted him to say yes because she wanted him to want her again and she wanted things to be like they used to be before he did a one eighty. The other half though wanted him to say yes so that she could deny him and reject him like he did to her. There was only one option for her though. She knew that she wouldn't be able to trust him if he said yes. "Too bad I don't trust you." She said her voice becoming hard again and she got off of him quickly. She went to grab her bag across the room. She slung it over her shoulder and walked towards the door. "See you back at HQ, baby," She said and gave him a hard pat on his right shoulder. "Oh and be careful with your arm. I know it's a hard thing for you to do, but do yourself a favor and just don't do anything stupid." She smiled at him and opened the door to the ward and walked back out into the hallway.

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notes: stop saying it sucks it doesn't, and poor sirius sorcha's so mean to him =P

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

*/GOD IN A CATALYTIC CONVERTER,
( in topeka on a monday night, i taste blood every time i think of summer )
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Frustrating as she was, even he had to admit she was quick. In no time, he had the vial of pain-relieving potion buried inside the tight grip of his palms—and soon enough she was animatedly brushing off each and every single one of his remarks. It was a bit exasperating actually, to see that none of his ill-advised attempts at annoying her to the brink of death was working. Usually, Sirius didn’t have to say two words to her and she would automatically fly off the handle and attempt to hex him, but now—he really hadn’t expected this. Not even one negative comeback for her—not even a scowl or an intense look of displeasure crossing the valley of her face. She seemed—at ease and that alone bothered Sirius more than it should. He sat silently for now on the cold hospital bed, his eyes following her. A part of him already knew that she was up to something—because there was no way that she wouldn’t somehow get him back for his more than animated insults at her. Suddenly—his eyes trailed back down to the potion in hand—examining the clear liquid that lay inside—and Sirius let out a bark of laughter. “Really, I thought you had more creativity than this?” He set the potion aside on the handboard table next to the bed—his twinkling gray eyes revealing a wide sense of smugness. “You really thought I’d fall for a fake potion?” he called out at her back—thinking that he unveiled the mysteries of her cunning deceitful bout of revenge. When she made no move to answer, other than give him a rather predatory look, Sirius unconsciously moved back a bit, not knowing what his ex girlfriend was up to.

Deep down—very fucking deep down, Sirius knew there was a small part of him that sincerely enjoyed these battles that they had. Sometimes, he even looked forward to it. Often, it helped his mind focus on something else other than the war that loomed over them. Of course, he would never tell her this very private fact, only, because she’d take it the wrong way. Hell, it was in the deep recesses of his mind—and more often than not—even he didn’t understand what that was all about. Sirius was more than positively sure that he had no feelings for Sorcha—but, for some reason—near her, it felt oddly at home. Their constant battle was something of a comfort to him and whether he admitted or not, he looked forward to these moments. So naturally, her lack of any bite had—confused the living hell out of him. If her lack of response had confused him, it was nothing to the amount of surprise that coursed through him when she actually admitted her fault--- and apologized to him. Sirius’s brows rose to such an extent, he could have sworn they disappeared behind his hairline, he gaped at her for a moment, before closing his mouth and rising off the bed slowly. He wasn’t dumb, not by a long shot--- Sirius knew full well that she was up to something, he had known her far too long not to be suspicious of her innocent doe-eyed face. “What are you up to?” he asked, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to get an answer. Either she was mentally preparing herself to hex him—or Sorcha had finally come up with a new brand of torture that Sirius was about to be introduced to. Whatever the case was—Sirius wasn’t going to back down—not without a fight. His hand automatically itched for his wand, ready to block any hex that she might or might not send his way. But what she did next, he wasn’t prepared for, suddenly—he found himself sitting back on the bed—with her—straddling him.

Whatever thought that had been coursing through his brain had momentarily ceased. And the only thing that Sirius could even focus on was the apparent closeness of her frame and the sweet feminine scent of her body aroma singing to his senses. He felt her soft hands trail up the lean muscle of his arm—rubbing his shoulder in such a way it made him unconsciously inch closer. There was a small voice telling him that all of this was a façade—but for now, he was momentarily entranced—his own wraps rhythmically wrapping themselves around her waist. Their eyes met—only this time, Sirius could have sworn he saw something in them—but whether or not he wanted to read into them was another story. Maybe it was just a fickle whim in his head—or maybe there was something there, but Sirius refused to acknowledge it, or pay it any heed. What they had between them—had been years ago. Sirius had promised himself he wouldn’t look back, as comforting as their months together had been—she had gotten far too close for her liking. And even though she probably had no idea, their break-up had done nothing but add more definable weight to his already burdening shoulders and maybe if they were together, she could have helped him get over the misery of his family more quickly. However, that crossed a line in their relationship he wasn’t ready to break. The casualness of their relationship would have been tarnished with the weight of his suffrage—and no matter how much a part of him wanted to genuinely stay—Sirius couldn’t. She was bad for him—and he was horrible for her—the only thing they’d get in the end was pain. What James had with Lily, Sirius didn’t deserve—and no matter how easily she became a part of his life—Sirius couldn’t give her the place in his heart that she deserved.

For the first time—in perhaps years—Sirius looked at her. Into the blue hue of her eyes, staring back at her with no malicious intent, he felt oddly exposed, but for some reason, he ignored that voice in his head—and held her gaze. A prickle of something slid down his spine, but even at that subconscious moment, he chose to ignore it. The rational side of his mind was screaming at him to push her off—but he couldn’t. The memories of their youth was slowly ricocheting through his mind and even though he hated going down memory lanes, Sirius couldn’t help but think back to what they used to be. Sorcha was perhaps one of the few girls that he had actually cared about, in fact, she was the only one that had --- Sirius clenched his fists together, stopping that train of thought. Her voice somehow sounded sweet to him—the usual harshness was missing and when she wasn’t busying herself with constantly swearing at him—the quality of her voice was actually quite pleasurable. He leaned in, the ghost of his mouth barely touching the side of her lips. Sirius wanted to kiss her—but some unknown force held him back. As much as he wanted to give in to what he wanted, kissing her would have consequences, and once again—someone was going to get hurt. It was best if Sirius didn’t act on impulse for once—she, at least, deserved that bit. “Sorcha…” It had been a while since the name escaped his lips without vehemence. “Don’t…” he added, closing his eyes and turning toward the elongated windows—but the distraction did nothing. Her scent was ever so powerful—and even if she wasn’t perched on his lap—he could still smell the deep ridden desire that literally called to him. Maybe there had been insincerity at first, but—by the look of her eyes, Sirius felt that maybe she truly wanted this as much as he did. His eyes had somehow found their way back to her—taking in her gorgeous face desire filled face. For once, Sirius allowed himself to bask in the true splendor of her beauty—not allowing himself to drop the gaze. He had almost forgotten just how enchanting she was—the dirt ridden nose, the high pony tail, the dirty qudditch robes and all. And even though these two years passed between them—she had gotten even more—desirable, moreover though he denied it most of the time, Sirius couldn’t lie to himself now. He inched closer to her—their foreheads pressing together, the grip he had around her waist slackened quite a bit—Sirius wanted her to move on her own accord. For once in his life, he felt completely open and submissive to a woman without any intention of doing so and though it was probably wise to pull away, Sirius allowed the vulnerability to linger on, submitting himself to his own desires. And as quickly as the blissful moment had rolled in—it broke with one casual sentence mingled with the same crude harshness of her voice.

He closed his eyes—feeling her weight roll off of him—and as angry as he felt, he made no move to speak. Instead—he stared back at her—with a faint trace of betrayal lingering in the depths of his eyes before he pragmatically brought back the coldness in his eyes. His face hardened the moment the sardonic tone edged its way back to her voice—and even though what she did pissed him off to a certainty—Sirius didn’t dare let it show on her face. Instead he gave her a coy expressionless grin, the twinkle of his transparent gray eyes mocking her silently, “You wanted it…” and though he knew she’d deny it in a heartbeat, Sorcha couldn’t lie to herself. “Truth is… you want me to kiss you again,” he spoke quietly his legs automatically following her as he attempted to leave the ward. But before she could shut the door behind her—to escape the consequences of her little act, Sirius took hold of her wrist, none too lightly and drew her back in; his eyes fulsome as he stared back at her. He leaned in close, as close as he possibly could, their chests nearly touching. “As much as you deny it—for a moment, you wished I would have reached out and kissed you---,” Sirius made no move to touch her, in fact, even with the distance, he made sure their weren’t connected in any physical way. He wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back if he made contact with her. “You curse me silently everyday for stepping into your life and breaking your heart---,” he leaned his head down—wanting to memorize every single reaction to his biting words. “And as much as you don’t want to admit it—a part of you is still attached to the fickle of a relationship we had.” Sirius had done countless of fucked up things to Sorcha—but never did he actually attempted to hurt her like this. Even if she had casted a particularly nasty hex on him—he still repaid her with witty comments, never this. But it was Sorcha that had crossed the lines first—and if she wasn’t willing to face the penalty for her actions, then she couldn’t have opened Pandora’s Box.

A part of him wanted to kiss her now—show her exactly what it felt like to be kissed again. Even with the anger bubbling through his body, the faint desire was still there—simmering beneath the surface. It was the perfect time to do it—just to prove himself—just to show her that her little seductive blackmailing wasn’t going to work on him. But the moment his lips hovered over hers—Sirius coldly drew his body back, a mechanical smile twisting across his face. “And just so you know… I miss you too…” it was amazing how sincere the words sounded, momentarily, even he was taken aback--, “Too bad you gained a few kilos along the way…” the smirk spiritedly found its way back to his pale face, “I think my legs are still numb,” and with that enigmatic note, he completely stepped away from Sorcha, the air of desire between them—broken.

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^{TAGGED: SORCHA WORDS: DON'T WORRY
NOTES: IT SUCKED BALLS.
LYRICS: TOPEKA - LUDO CREDIT: TANA}

[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

It was so hard to put the memories of the past away and focus on the task at hand. He had pushed her buttons so much in the prior minutes that this was the only way that she could feel like she could get back at him. She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. True getting him going just to shut him down wasn't going to replicate the pain that he had caused her when he had broke her heart so easily like he didn't give her a second thought after all of those months. But to a man like Sirius, his pride was worth quite a lot to him and she was sure that he was kind of guy who didn't take 'no' for an answer. Hell she had known that he didn't take no for an answer. He had proved that already when it came to dating her in Hogwarts. She had told him no and he gone through this whole ordeal to try and get her to say yes to him. Of course it had worked but that was then and this is now. She was going to find the damn strength to say no to him no matter how much she felt the urge to tell him otherwise. She couldn't let herself fall again. If she fell for him again then she was only going to get hurt.

Sorcha couldn't remember the last time she had heart Sirius's voice sound that way. He didn't sound like he hated her at all. It sounded like he actually cared about her. "Shhh," She told him when he wanted her to stop. She couldn't stop, not now. If she stopped now than she wouldn't get that little pay back for all the shit she had been putting up with lately, especially for what had recently transpired. That was what she was telling herself anyway. Sorcha would never admit to herself that she was doing this because she actually wanted him in the worst way possible. She wanted to relive the touch of his hands on her bare flesh and the feeling of his lips tasting every bit of her. The thing she missed most about moments like this that they shared was the way that he would hold her. There was a certain way that he would pull her towards him. There was such a strong mix of want, need and possessiveness that she only wanted from Sirius. With him that feeling didn't bother her, it only excited her more. She liked to know that she had gotten to him that much that he had wanted her like that. There had always been a passion to Sirius that Sorcha loved because his matched hers so perfectly. She felt his hands slacken their grip. She had been using him for support. Sorcha had almost fallen on top of him.

There was a look in his eyes, that scared Sorcha. It made what she was doing so much harder. She wanted to believe the look in his eyes. It was like his guard was completely down. Did he really want this as much as she thought he did? She hadn't seen Sirius look so open and honest in such a long time. Sorcha was longing to kiss him and to hold him again. She just wanted to lay there with him and pretend like the world didn't exist. She could lay next to him for hours feeling the rhythmic fall and rise of his chest. It became familiar to her and she took comfort in the familiar. Those memories were long go though and she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be getting back at him for being such an ass to her with his comments and maybe a little bit of it was because of how they broke up. That shouldn't be on her mind still but there was so much hat was connected to it. Thinking of that helped her do what she really didn't want to do. It helped her not to give into the temptation of falling back into old patterns. She hoping to get away from this before he said anything. She never got the right to confront him after he decided to break up with her. Why should he get the courtesy that was denied to her. Sorcha grabbed her bag and was soon off to the door. She was almost out and then he pulled her back in like always.

Sorcha was ready to yell at him. She was going to kick and yell and scream and she was going to bring up such hell that he wasn't going to know what to do. But then there was that question. He wanted her to say no. He wanted to rub it in her face. He wanted that smug satisfaction of knowing something he thought she didn't want him to know. So she did the only thing that she could think of. Skylar closed the door behind her and tossed her bag to the floor once again. "Fine Sirius, you want to have this out right here? Lets do it. Yes I wanted you kiss me. Hell I wanted you to have me right then and there, and hell it might have even happened if you had the courage to care about someone other than yourself for more than point two seconds," Sorcha said as he moved in closer. From the looks of it, he wasn't too over the whole event either. She knew that though. She could see it by the look in his eyes that he wanted this as badly as she did. "You give yourself too much credit Sirius, I don't want to curse you ever single day, just when I see that amazing face and graced with your dazzling personality." His biting remarks would have been hurtful if what he had been saying didn't pertain to him as well. He may have been accusing her but he was feeling everything that he was saying as well. "Yes Sirius, a part of me is still attached because I actually have a heart! You were my first everything Sirius. Am i supposed to just pretend that it didn't happen? I'm sorry that I don't work that way and that it's not convenient for you."

The anger in her was rising and even though she wanted to hit him, Sorcha still felt like kissing him like she had never kissed him before. She wanted to make him regret it all. Sorcha wanted to show him just what he was missing. "You miss me?" Sorcha asked him taken back by the statement. It wasn't in the pass tense. He was actively missing her. She was honestly shocked and even just the slightest bit flattered. She had thought it but she didn't think that he would actually ever admit it. "If you missed me, than you have a bloody horrible way of showing it," Sorcha said laughing at the insanity of it all. Here she was with her ex in an abandoned ward of St. Mungo's where not two minutes earlier she had pretty much been on the verge of rekindling something without a care in the world and now it scared her a little bit. Sorcha took a step closer and laid her hand on his chest. "I miss you too," Sorcha said leaning up to kiss him when he made comments about her weight. The new found distance was rather annoying. "You've always been such a horrible liar, love," Sorcha said with a smile tilting his face down towards hers. "Just like right now when you accuse me of so many things, you're guilty of them too. So don't try and deny it. So why can't you just admit it. You want me. You're mad that you didn't get me. It's bothering you inside," Her fingers moving across his jawline in the same way they had before. "So when did the great Sirius Black become a quitter? Because it's such a shame that he did."

There was no reason that she could fathom as to why Sorcha was goading Sirius. She remembered all the buttons and in what order to press them in. Maybe she was doing it to test him and herself at the same time. More likely, though she didn't want to admit it, it was because she wanted him again and if it wasn't going to be something sweet like before than she was going to have to get at him this way. "Though I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Whenever things get a little tough and when you can't have the last word or god forbid someone care for you, you just go running with your tail between your legs." She couldn't understand all of this. It was like she couldn't help the words that were coming from her mouth. She should be running for the door and not looking back. That didn't seem to be an option though. She was rooted to the spot and she was waiting for Sirius to take her. She wanted to be pinned to the bed or pushed up against the wall. She wanted to feel it all over again. "I know you want it, you know I want it. So what are you waiting for? Are you scared you'll get too attached again? Is that too big of a risk for the great Sirius Black to take?" She dared him moving closer. "Because you know, if you're afraid, I can always hold your hand through it all," Sorcha said her hand moving down his arm. She leaned up and closed the gap between the two of them. His lips tasted sweet against hers. It felt familiar and it was bringing up flashbacks of past times. She felt a hurricane of emotions in her. She felt hate, anger, resentment, excitement, passion, lust, and something that she might have called love if she were able to come to terms with such an emotion at the time. "Still scared?" Sorcha asked him the dare still clear in her voice. She bit her lip as she replayed the kiss over and over in her head. She was trying really hard not to kiss him again and waiting to see his reaction. She was not going to be that desperate girl. She refused to be.

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tagged: sirius status: done outfit: here
notes: stop saying it sucks it doesn't, and let the . . . fun begin?

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

*/GOD IN A CATALYTIC CONVERTER,
( in topeka on a monday night, i taste blood every time i think of summer )
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This was something that he had not anticipated. Every single part of him was literally boiling with anger and maybe if he had a bit more tact, Sirius would have left the ward, but then again, a man so prideful as Sirius Black would never turn his back on such a situation. Every single bead of tension that danced so dangerously between them was going to be her undoing if he didn’t control himself. The anger, the hate, the fucking passion--- Sirius had no idea where it came from, for he knew that he held not one ounce of feeling for her. He was over her—it had never been much to begin with—so why did she have such an effect on him now? Why did she make his blood boil in fury with just one look from her scathing blue eyes? What kind of buggering hold did she have on him? A part of him wanted to take her—take her right there—without anything holding him back. All the frustrations that were piling up one by one—Sirius wanted to release them on to her. There was a small part of him—that wished she would stop speaking—but that same traitorous part of his mind wanted her to continue. He wanted to open his eyes for the first time and see the appalling damage he had caused. Sirius had ran from it before—but doing it now, would not only call upon this situation again, but—it would physically put a strain on his pride—and Sorcha wouldn’t let go of the fact that he turned his back on her again.

Sirius stood his ground—his eyes down casting on the marble floors beneath him—wishing he could somehow punch a hole right through the dreaded flooring. Every single word that escaped from her mouth was true—every single bit hinted at the hurt he had put her through. Sirius had never paid mind to her side of the equation before—and frankly, he didn’t want to. If he allowed himself to see her side of the story—he’d find himself going back—trying to explain the reason he left in the first place. And he just couldn’t do that. Sirius had never been good with his emotions—he was too much of a Black to allow himself to feel the true monogamous feeling of love. He was incapable of opening himself up like that. It was Sorcha’s fault—no matter which way it was put. She had made the first mistake of trusting an arrogant son of a bitch (literally) like him—so how could she possibly blame him when he went ahead and broke her heart. She deserved it—if she went against her all general common sense and dated Sirius Black. “Well I am so sorry that you have a heart,” he purposefully spoke sardonically, his voice hard as marble bricks, “I am sorry that you lack the general intelligence of a common person. I never forced your hand—you allowed yourself to fall for me. You’re just as guilty as I am,” his voice was low—purposeful—and it was downright alarming how much it upset him to speak this way to her. “Truth is—you were an idiot back then. You thought the meaningless relationship we had would last forever—,” he let out a faint echo of his barking laugh—though it held no real humor. If Sirius wasn’t so deeply renounced in denial—he would have actually fathomed the emotion he was feeling to be regret—but the veil of coldness that brimmed in his eyes were much more powerful and once again, it blinded him to the bigger picture. “Did you really think we’d get married, have children and live happily ever after?” he scoffed at her, not before he adverted his eyes.

“Truth is--- you knew that you’d get your heart broken, Sorcha,” these words were softer now—and why Sirius didn’t know. With her around—his brain was far too jumbled to think. The passionate stance that filled him up like song was much too powerful to cast away. “So why did you bother to have a relationship with me?” the question was so honest, that it took him by surprise when he asked it. Sirius had wondered many times why she said yes—why she said yes to a troublemaker, womanizer--- “supposed” dark wizard like him. She had nothing to gain and everything to lose—and yet—she still did. Sorcha took that chance—and in the end, he proved to be exactly what she thought of him. It would have been far easier if she had gone on hating him—if she hadn’t just admitted that she still had feelings for him. What right did she have to do that? It was one thing when he goaded her about her ‘supposed’ feelings—Sirius wanted her to deny them—not for her benefit, but for his own. The bubbling anger was reaching a whole new surface—and even though Sirius wanted to just turn away from her right now—and not bloody well look back—he couldn’t tear himself away from the dramatic change in tone her voice took. There was almost a whimsical disbelief laden in her voice—that she was genuinely surprised to hear that a very small part actually did miss her. It was almost as if she didn’t believe the words—but she couldn’t stop herself from repeating them. “I don’t miss you,” he added gruffly, consciously stepping away. He was not going to go there—they were already standing on thin ice—just one more idiotic move from her—and Sirius wouldn’t care about her feelings—nor his own; he’d toss every single bit of the shite she pulled back at her without a single most thought. He’d show her in an instant that there was still a part of her that was deeply in love with him—whether she admitted it or not. The only thing that was stopping him—stopping him from forcefully enveloping her in his arms and kissing the breath out of her—was his own subconscious feelings. Kissing her would not only bring her own god-damned emotions to the surface—it would bring his own. And no matter how prideful he was—he did not want to see a mirror of his own demons. He didn’t want to face the simmering truth that hid beneath the cauldron. Sirius did not want to know if he held any feelings for her. He was much better off not knowing—it was much easier to be blind to whatever this was. Once he crossed that barrier—there would be no going back—in the end of the day—whether he wanted to or not—he’d have to leave and he would. And the bit of hope he would have probably risen inside her—would have been torn and diminished—and without wanting to hurt her—he would ultimately end up doing do.

If there was ever a time for Sirius to act like an adult in a situation, it was now. He had to cast away his goddamned pride and walk away. Staying here and listening to her would only make his blood boil and the need to do something so intensely impulsive would prickle through his skin until he bloody well did what he wanted. She brought out the worst of him, the ugly side of him that Sirius wanted to show no one else. He was selfish in front of her, prideful, hurtful—and to a certain extent, vengeful as well. She was a possible mirror to every negative trait that made Sirius Black the man he was—and he couldn’t look away—he didn’t want to look away, especially not now—especially when she was standing so close. For a moment—he drowned her out—and just focused on her scent—that ethereal scent that never failed to ease that tension that brimmed along his shoulders. Even with the crazy tension pummeling in from every direction, Sirius managed to hold on to her scent for some kind of temporary flee from insanity. Sirius flinched like he had been touched by an iron rod the second he felt her cold finger press along his jawline. It was painful yet intoxicating all at the same time, he wanted to touch her back. Feel the nerves on his palm touch and explore every single curvature of her body. He wanted to see the widening of her eyes, the part of her lips as she gasped—he wanted her, just her. Sorcha was so dangerously close, their bodies too close for his comfort—Sirius knew he was sinking—sinking beneath his well worn façade. Once again—she was getting inside, she was purposefully crawling inside him—opening him up no matter how much he denied her. Sirius was at her mercy—and though he didn’t let it show on his face—he was completely under her spell. The truth of her statements were gripping him tight and holding him clearly on the spot. His eyes were dazed—willing her to get closer. Sorcha willfully stepped into his embrace—and Sirius didn’t stop her. He made no move to turn her away, instead he allowed her to step close, once again he had opened himself up for exposure, even after the stunt she had pulled just few minutes prior. A voice was yelling insanities at his ear—telling him he was nothing more than an idiotic fool—Sirius didn’t even know when he tuned it out. All he could see in front of his gray eyes was her—desire, hate, lust--- and that godforsaken bit of love shining back at him. There was barely the faintest trace of conceit hidden there—but it only said that she had something to prove.

Sirius didn’t even realize when it happened—but the moment he felt the fleshes of their lips touch—he froze. Every single part of his body froze—and all that once it reared to life. He had to physically hold his frame down—clench his fists so hard that he had to stop himself from consuming her whole. He didn’t want to give her the benefit. Sirius didn’t want her to win. Her kiss felt like heaven in the midst of the fiery passion of hell—he was at her surrender whether he wanted to admit it or not. She tasted of the summer—warm, breezy, and so irreversibly solid—but she felt like winter—cold against his lips, too frosty to touch. And before Sirius could do anything else—she pulled away—the challenge gleaming so purely in her eyes--- as she taunted him one last time. That large shard of ice that held him back had finally cracked—Sirius dangerously stepped closer, that same clinical grin serenely spreading across his face. “I have no reason to be scared, Sorcha,” he purposefully whispered her name like he would do to a lover, “If anyone should be scared, it’s you—,” his grin was almost predatory now—and Sirius knew that there was no stopping him from making that same mistake all over again. “I will have no qualms over walking away again—but you…” he spoke so softly, his lips barely brushing over her own—promising nothing but poison. “But will you be able to watch me walk away again?” his eyes never left hers and without wasting another breath talking, he kissed her—and unlike the previous time, it was like an inferno had erupted inside his body. He wanted nothing more than to have her—in every single way possible—Sirius wanted this sole memory to forever haunt her until her dying day. He wanted her to feel the weight of the damage she would cause upon herself—he never wanted her to forget that he’ll always be the one she loved until her last breath. Sirius’s strong hands gripped her sides, backing her up against the wall, keeping her firmly trapped between his body and the cold brick wall behind her. He wanted her to suffocate in his passion, just like he was suffocating with her.

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^{TAGGED: SORCHA WORDS: DON'T WORRY
NOTES: SIRIUS IS A BAD BOY!
LYRICS: TOPEKA - LUDO CREDIT: TANA}

[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

There was no denying the fact that Sorcha was baiting the beast. NOne of it made sense though. Why was she so intent on having him in this moment? She shouldn't have wanted him. She should have just told him that he was right and left him there to be bewildered until James and Peter came to find him. THat would require common sense though, and when i tcame to Sirius Black, common sense simply did not apply. Sirius simply had this affect on her and it wasn't necessarily a bad one. Only when thye were both out for the kill like they were now. Sirius made her want to lose any sort of thought process. She acted on impulse, not caring about the consequenses like she did when Sirius wasn't involved in her current Situation. Sirius simply had this affect on her and it wasn't necessarily bad, but when they were both out for the kill nothing was deadlier. Sirius made her lose any sort of analytical process. She acted solely on impulse. She was a creature of pure inhibition. It was like he held a part of her that no one else could. He was the one who was able to bring out the fire in her to the blaze that it was currently at. She was feeding off of the anger, the hurt, lust and the pure want that Sirius brought to the fore front of her consciousness. The strong emotions consumed her. They left her completely open and bare to him. She felt naked despite the fact not a single article of clothing had been shed.

The way Sirius was talking about past events in their relationship only confirmed the thoughts she had about the way he vauled it. He said the biting words with such ease that Sorcha had no choice but to think that he saw her as another one of the filghtly little school girls that blindly chased after him. It was ridiculous since he had been the one that was chasing after her. She could remember all the great lengths that Sirius had gone to get a simple yes from her. Sirius remembered them too even if he wouldn't want to admit it. At Hogwarts, she had never thought of the happily ever after that he was accusing her of. Kids were as far from her mind now as they were then. I was sixteen Sirius! The last thing I was thinking about was marriage and kids. I was thinking about Quidditch and my upcoming NEWTS. I was trying to . . ." Sorcha cut off her sentence. She was not going to bare the pain of her father's loss to him. She simply would not do it. Her father's death had a profound affect on her and all that she could remember about that time was that she wanted someone that would be able to help her and take care of her. She wanted someone to hold her and not make promises that everything would be ok again. She had wanted someone to take care of her. She had wanted that person to be Sirius, and she wasn't mad at him that he wasn't that person. He didn't know that two weeks after breaking up with her that her father was going to die. She had wanted to badly to even take comfort from him like he was her friend, but he didn't make that a possibility and it had left her incredibly bitter towards him and seeking the closure that he took such pleasure in denying her. That was what had finally led to her actions in the Great Hall where she had been the only girl that had ever played a prank on him like that.

The truth of the matter was that even three years later, Sorcha was still seeking that denied closure. It sounded silly but that was the way that the woman worked. Since he was so hell bent on not being honest with her, she was left to her own conclusions. One was that she simply was another conquest to him. He hadn't broken up immediately after they had been intimate with one another. It laste a bit after that. Going off of that, it mean that she was good enough that he didn't want to give up the sex just yet because once the line was crossed he wasn't going to get it again from her. However there were other things mixed in with that simple conclusion that made her think otherwise. He had gone to great lengths to get a date with her. Sorcha never once felt pressured to have sex with him. Even after sex, he had been so warm and tender with her. She had snuggled right into him wtihout complaint or opposition. All of that provided her with another explination for the abrupt end to their relationship. She had gotten too close for comfort, and he had gotten scared. She wanted to believe with all of her heart that she wasn't just another notch on his bedpost, but if she did that, it would bring up all sorts of pain that she simply did not want to deal with. Believing that she was nothing more than a few nights of fun was a little bit easier even if it didn't give her any sort of closure. She wouldn't be looking for things that she couldn't have.

The incessant remarks of her idocy for falling for Sirius were taxing on Sorcha's patience. Even though he was most likely projecting his own feelings on her with accusitory statements, it didn't maek listening to this any easier. "You know, for someone who hates their family as much as you claim you do, you certainly have no problem hiding behind that name of yours whenever you want to be self destructive. At least be man enough to take responsibility for yourself." Sorcha said knowing what he was getting to when he told her that she should have known better for falling for him. It was like his name was supposed to be some warning sign. She had failed a test to him when she had let herself fall for him. It wasn't really her fault. One couldn't help who they fell for. She was tired of these stupid accusations and felt like she was slapped on the wrist for doing what any normal teenager would have. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to repay his kindness by being a cold hearted bitch to him? She couldn't do that in good conscious. She wouldn't feel right about it. She didn't knwo what she was supposed to say to all this. "What do you want from me Sirius?" She asked him unsure of what he was getting at. "What do you want me to say? I'm already being honest with you. What more do you want from me?" She was honestly tired of wasting her energy on him. When she was all done with this she was going to just stop bating him. He wasn't worth her time. That didn't mean that she was going to just roll over though and pretend like he wasn't getting to her. If he was going to bait her by being an ass than she was going to give him back whatever he gave her. She was just trying to finally get past this now that they were sort of talking about it even though they were saying things with more hate and spite than was healthy.

"And what makes you think you'll be the one walking away this time?" Sorcha asked him honestly. She was happy that her question was met with an action rather than a verbal response. The wall at her back was welcomed as she stretched against it. When Sirius crushed his lips against hers, she felt electricity run through her body. It was such a passion ridden kiss. Sorcha couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was a relief to know that she wasn't the only one who had put all of her emotions in a box to be locked away and burried never to be opened again. what wasn't a relief was the fact that the two of them were so easy to find the other's box and unleash all the pent up emotions that were once long forgotten. Everything SIrius was doing to her was amplified by the fact that it had been a long time since they had been together. Her body was aching to relieve every touch, carress and kiss that Sirius had ever bestowed upon her. He was addicting and honesty in the rough, raw, and lust filled kisses were maddening. Whle she may have bruised lips the next day, non of that mattered to her All that sorcha wanted was Sirius. Her fingers were locked in his long dark hair and her other hand was on the back of his neck. She was keeping him right where he was. She didn't want him moving away from her unless she wanted him to. These emotions had to be spent if they were ever going to live at Headquarters and not kill one another.

Sorcha pulled away so that hse could get a quick in take of air and kissed him again with even more passion. She deepened the kiss tasting him for the first time in years. He had such a distinctive flavor to him that she couldnt' quite name, but that just made it all the more addicting. She slowly pushed his jacket off of him, not to be a tease but to gauge if they were really about to do what Srocha thought they were going to do. When she was met with no opposition the Jacket was discarded to the floor and she put a silencing charm on the ward and effectilve locked the door. If shew as really going to do this then she was going to make sure she wasn't going to be humiliated in the process. Next, Sorcha removed his shirt and her hands moved up his well toned chest. There was a head difference between her heights and she was eye level with his chest. She noticed the addition of ink on his chest and her fingers softly traced the tattoo making it move. She was impressed by the ink and thought of her own work in progress on her back. The wings might not have moved but they were still there, in memory of her father. She kissed his chest and moved up leaving another one in the dip created by the space between his collar bone. She trailed a line of kisses along his neck. She tenderly kissed along his jaw before pulling him into another passion filled kiss. She needed him so badly and hoped that he wouldn't try and get revenge on her from before. She had tried to make up for that with her previous actions.

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notes: laptop is going to die. i don't know when i'll get my charger. i'm sorry for mistakes and making assumptions. at least it's something to keep you busy. lve you!

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