A TOUCH OF LEATHER
SUMMARY: Sirius and his girlfriend discover that leather trousers
may look good, and be very practical on a flying motorbike, but they do have
certain practical difficulties. An affectionate, humorous look at an awkward
situation. WARNING: Sexual situations and mature subject matter. Rated
R for “Racy but Respectful”.
Author’s Note: Fiona is from my “A Most Unusual Student” fic. How she
became Sirius’ girlfriend at school will be the subject of another outtake
I do not own JK Rowling’s characters, or make any claim to them. <span style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> </span>She invented them and the wonderful world of
Hogwarts. I am just happily visiting her world for a while.
cool air was a shock on her cheeks as they emerged into the open. Fiona felt
mellow, almost languid; the food had indeed been as good as Sirius had promised,
and she’d enjoyed the music and the rowdy, friendly atmosphere. The pub that
Sirius had somehow discovered during his forays into Muggle society was a world
away from St Mungo’s, with its victims of Death Eaters and the pervading sense
of fear. She smiled as Sirius helped her into her heavy jacket before shrugging
into his own: he’d attracted more than a few appreciative looks and comments
from the Muggle women in the crowd that evening. As usual, he’d exchanged
banter and a few cheeky winks as he moved to and from the bar to get more
drinks, but he’d somehow made it perfectly obvious that he was With Someone.
Not Available. It had given her an odd, warm sensation, a sort of inner glow
of assurance. They were both so busy these days – hard to believe it had been
over two weeks since they’d seen each other.
Sirius’ voice broke into her thoughts, and she realised with a start that he
was already astride the bike, pulling on a knitted cap and wrapping a Gryffindor
scarf around his neck. Hastily she pulled on her own cap and gloves and
climbed aboard behind him. She wrapped her arms round his waist and he started
the engine immediately, switching on the lights and edging out into the Muggle
traffic. They had a mile or so to go before they could turn down a dark lane
that allowed them to take off.
A flying motorbike still doesn’t feel quite as safe as riding a broom, Fiona thought, clutching
tightly as Sirius swerved suddenly to avoid a pothole. She felt him chuckle.
“Sorry!” he called over the noise of the engine, but she had the impression he
wasn’t at all sorry to have her pressed against his back and clinging to him
minute or so later Sirius gestured left, and they turned onto a side road that
soon became little more than a lane with a stone wall on one side and thick
woods on the other. The road climbed, and the headlamp’s beam threw odd
shadows, reflecting briefly off occasional pairs of eyes. Probably rabbits, she
thought. The wall ended and the vista suddenly opened out onto rolling fields
and hedgerows, with lights from the occasional farmhouse. The town they’d just
left was a brighter patch back to their left, tiny dots of red and gold moving
along roads; ahead of them, the waning moon gleamed whitely above the greyish
ribbon of the road.
slowed to a halt, took out his wand and tapped it on the handlebar; she felt
the brief tingle of a Disillusionment Charm. He studied the road ahead, then
glanced back and smiled.
we go,” he said, revving the engine slightly and flicking a small lever. She
gasped at the surge of power, feeling the dull vibrations of the wheels on the
road suddenly fade as they left the ground and soared upwards. They climbed
steadily for a minute or so, then Sirius put the bike into a long sweeping turn
towards the southeast and the soft glow on the horizon that was London. He levelled out, throttled back and switched off the headlamp; the engine noise
diminished to a low growling that she could feel rather than hear.
were none of the acrobatics he’d demonstrated on their way out. He flew an
even, steady course, the air rushing past and the bike warm and solid beneath them.
Below, the landscape was a thousand shades of black and grey, dotted with
patches and pricks of light, whilst above and around them the night sky
stretched onwards into infinity. Fiona had always enjoyed looking at the stars
when she flew her broomstick, seeking out the constellations they’d studied at
school. But tonight, she couldn’t even be bothered looking for the Big Dipper.
The moon and stars were just there, and she didn’t need to know their names.
gave a contented sigh and snuggled closer, resting her cheek against the softness
of his jacket, breathing the scents of leather and smoke and people – and
Sirius. His scent was so familiar, she realised; she’d been subconsciously
aware of it from that very first day when they’d sat together at the piano in
first year, talking about the piece that Professor Lieder wanted them to
learn. She’d never been able to put a name to it, never seemed to identify any
particular part of the smell – it was just Sirius. Amidst all the fears and
horrors of the war that was submerging their world, it was somehow one of the
most reassuring, comforting things she knew.
evening had been fun, and the steady flight was soothing: gradually she relaxed
her hold, letting her arms rest more loosely around him and drifting into a
pleasant haze of happiness. She almost wished they could just fly forever
like this …
go to sleep just yet.” She could feel his voice rather than hear it, and tightened
her arms in a quick squeeze.
won’t. Just … just happy.” She felt him chuckle. He took his left hand
from the bike, resting it across hers and twining their gloved fingers gently
together; she knew he was smiling. The bike purred steadily on.
beautiful at night. Sometimes I think I’d like to stay up here and just fly
and fly.” Sirius’ voice broke into her reverie.
real world, no war, no deaths, no hated family. Just the moon and stars,
clouds and sky. “Freedom?” she murmured.
felt him take a deep breath, but he didn’t reply. They flew on for a minute or
so, then he turned to look at her. His eyes were almost all pupil, dark and
yet alive; there was a strange half-wild grin on his face. Fiona found herself
grinning back, and he suddenly let out a wild whoop of joy, and sent the bike
to the stars!” he yelled, as she clung to him frantically.
Don’t think we’ll make Canis Major tonight,” he laughed, levelling out and
coming back to a safer speed. “Maybe another day.”
regained her breath, grateful to discover they were back on course for London. The lights were thicker on the ground now, and she could see flickering streams
of traffic moving along several main roads. She hadn’t a clue where they were,
except that they still seemed to be heading southeast, but Sirius was perfectly
at ease. She was just starting to feel relaxed again when she felt the bike’s
engine pitch change.
”Here we go.” Sirius spiralled the bike downwards towards a patch of inky
blackness. “Safer to land out here near the park. Not as many people.”
touched down lightly, drawing to a halt under some trees so Sirius could remove
the Disillusionment Charm. “Safer if the Muggles can see us,” he said, flicking
on the headlamp and moving out onto the road. A few twists and turns, and
suddenly they were there. They dismounted at the back gate, and Sirius
wheeled the bike through the untidy garden into the shed, which he carefully
locked behind him. He took her hand as they made their way to the back door
and into the darkened stairwell, lighting his wand so they could climb the two
flights of stairs.
charms and an enchanted Muggle key took care of the door-lock, then they were
inside his flat, which felt oddly warm after the brisk air outside. With a few
deft flicks of his wand, Sirius sent his jacket, cap and scarf in the general
direction of the coat-hooks behind the door, lit the lamps, and turned back to
assist her with her coat.
a good time?” he said, draping it across the back of a chair.
- yes. Good band – it was fun. I’m glad you found it. I really needed to get
away from things.”
too. So – what d’you think of the bike now?” He was smiling, his face alight
bike? Oh yes …” she paused, watching his expression change to one of slight
apprehension. “Well - .”
Now he was looking definitely worried. “Sorry – I mean, if I scared you. I
wouldn’t let you fall, you know.”
somehow she’d always sensed that. Though it was fun to tease him. “I see why you
enjoy it. Certainly has advantages over broomsticks.”
raised an eyebrow. “Such as? More comfortable?”
I think so. But it’s also a good way of making sure your female passenger holds
onto you very tightly for a long time.”
burst out laughing. “You need an excuse?” He slipped an arm around her
waist, drawing her close to him. “Happy to oblige any time. Just ask – I’m always
available.” He kissed her lightly.
to mention you get to wear black leather.” She leant back in his embrace,
very practical on the roads,” he assured her, straight-faced. “Good
protection. If I fall off.”
course. And that’s your only reason?”
it’s very comfortable. Light – warm – waterproof ….”
see. The fact that every woman under the age of ninety in that pub wanted to
remove those trousers has nothing to do with it?” Not to mention that his
family would loathe anything so outrageously Muggle.
stared at her, looking slightly apprehensive. “Fee - I wasn’t chatting them up
or anything. I mean …”
had always flirted if given the slightest encouragement, but it was invariably
light-hearted, as much a part of him as breathing. Though few people ever saw
beyond that. “I know,” she said softly. “And anyway - if you didn’t make
those trips to the bar, how could I watch you and appreciate your
true.” He stepped back, smirking, and struck an exaggerated, hands-on-hip
pose. “There. You can appreciate me in private.”
– yes, they do fit rather well.”
looked at her, and suddenly the air between them seemed to tingle. His eyes
were dark, and he was breathing a little too rapidly. Her own breath caught;
her mouth was dry, and she swallowed.
He held out his hand, and half turned to move towards the couch. But somehow
his foot caught in the shaggy, thick-piled rug on the floor and he ended up
sprawled ignominiously between couch and coffee table.
swore briefly as he rolled over and sat up, rubbing a knee ruefully. Fiona
gasped, then stifled laughter.
yourself at my feet?” she quipped, kneeling down beside him. “Hurt yourself?”
… just bashed the edge of the table. You could always kiss it better for me,”
he added with a wink. “Special Healer magic.”
your KNEE?” She pulled a face, and helped him stand up. “I – er – think there
are other places I’d rather start …”
stepped backwards, collapsing onto the couch and pulling her down with him. “Mmm.
How about – here?” He kissed her lightly, teasingly, on the lips.
bad,” she murmured happily, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling closer.
“Perhaps I will have to start at the top and work all the way down …”
found his mouth again and lost herself in the next kiss, aware of his whole
body pressed closely against hers - his breath - his scent - his hands running
possessively down her back, over her body – the feel of his lips, his hair –
the softness of his woollen jumper – the muscles of his shoulders and arms and
back – the smooth warmth of his skin as she reached up under his jumper to
broke apart briefly, gasping, their breathing rapid, ragged. He murmured
something, and his lips moved down, nuzzling into her neck, pushing aside her
top and trailing tiny little kisses down and onto her shoulder. She shivered, twining
her fingers in his hair, stretching up to let him continue ...she wanted this …
she wanted him …he wanted her … it was so simple …
tiny corner of her mind was shrieking insistently: Wait! She forced
herself to think, to resist sensation and the demands of her own body, pressed
so deliciously between his and the squashy cushions of the couch. She moved
her hands to grip his shoulders, thinking to push him away while she tried to
gather her wits and decide whether to take that last, irrevocable step.
though he had read her thoughts, the kisses stopped and he lay still, just his
breath huffing hot and heavy against her throat. Suddenly he made a strange little
husky sound and drew back, staring down at her. Dark, wild eyes, cheeks
flushed, and an expression she’d never seen before. He swallowed.
I – er …” His voice rasped. He swallowed again, and took a shaky breath. “Please?
I mean …?” He reached out to touch her cheek gently.
cliff dropped away in front of her. Did she want to jump into the unknown?
Sirius Black broke rules, took risks, often had scant regard for authority, yet
despite his eagerness at times, he’d always respected her boundaries. She knew
she could say no, could pull back even now and he would accept it. He would
be disappointed, uncomfortable, reluctant – but he would accept it. That
knowledge made her decision easy.
She smiled at the look on his face.
Amazed, awkward, eager, uncertain. “You – you mean it?”
Only, Sirius -” She held him back, as he tried to kiss her again. “Sirius –
not here. Sirius. Wait. Please.” It was somehow oddly
important that it didn’t just happen while fumbling around on the couch.
He sat up, blinking at her in confusion. “You said – I thought …”
here, “she insisted. “I think – I think we might have more – more room
- in a bed.”
Yeah – I guess so.” Reason seemed to return. He smiled sheepishly, running a
hand through his already dishevelled hair.
managed to sit up, feeling almost disoriented as the room came into focus
again. “That is, if your bed is ready for – a visitor. No dirty socks or old
stared at her, startled, and they both burst out laughing. “I changed the
sheets yesterday,” he assured her, running a finger gently across her lips and
over her cheek. “And I washed all my socks on the weekend. Honestly.”
She kissed him lightly and stood up, evading his swift grab with ease. “Back
in a minute. You check for old jeans.” She winked, and made for the bathroom.
minutes later, Fiona paused barefoot at the door of his bedroom, clad in T
shirt and cords She’d removed shoes and jumper, leaving them neatly on the
chair with her coat and wand. Her mind was doing odd things. She felt icy
calm and yet strangely feverish; a thousand thoughts and images flashed through
her brain, only to disappear before she could get hold of them. She took a
deep breath and moved into the room.
small lamp glowed from the bedside table; the curtains were drawn, and she was
vaguely aware of clothing tossed haphazardly onto a chair near the wardrobe.
Sirius too had removed jumper and shoes, and was perched awkwardly on the bed,
as though uncertain what to do next. He smiled crookedly as she moved across
– you really mean it?” he said huskily. “Fiona - you’re sure? I’ve – er, I –
remembered - you know, I mean - Contraceptus …” His voice trailed
Fiona. He rarely used her full name when they were alone together; he’d
called her Fee since about third year. And he’d remembered Madam Pomfrey’s Charm
too. She sat down next to him.
let out his breath, and the smile reached his eyes. They were dark and intense
in the soft light; his rumpled hair and black T-shirt were stark against his pale
skin. He touched her hair tenderly, pushing it back from her face in a
familiar gesture that set every nerve in her body quivering. She leant forward
to kiss him gently, their lips touching, parting, and touching again in a
series of tiny kisses that that she could feel down to her toes. He pulled
her closer, and then they were sinking back onto the bed, running their hands eagerly
over each others’ bodies, tugging urgently at clothing, murmuring
he drew back sufficiently to shed his T-shirt, and hers soon followed. Between
kisses he reached around to fumble awkwardly with her bra, and she sat up to
remove it entirely, tossing it onto the floor behind her.
paused, suddenly nervous. Her breasts were a nice shape, she’d always thought,
but they weren’t particularly – well, big. He’d touched them before of course,
but being naked together was somehow – different. She lowered her eyes, unable
to look at him directly, studying his body and the play of muscles where his skin
disappeared under the waistband of his trousers. His hand had been resting on
her hip as she sat up: now he moved it slowly upwards, cupping her breast
gently and moving his thumb across the nipple. It tingled. She took a deep
breath, leaning into his caress, and lowered herself next to him again.
skin against skin: she wanted to press every inch of herself against him, into
him. His lips, his tongue, his hands – she couldn’t get enough of him. She
was never quite sure how her cords found themselves halfway down her legs – she
moved apart from him just long enough to kick them free - then they were
rolling back together again, eagerly, hungrily. The leather of his trousers
was slick and smooth under her fingers as she ran her hand along his thigh, and
she felt him tugging urgently at the fastenings …
was only one drawback to tight leather trousers, Fiona realised, after some
frantic and increasingly frustrated fumbling, accompanied by muttered grunts
and curses from Sirius. Leather stuck to the skin, and getting out of it was
no easy task. She sat up again: Sirius was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed
and definitely embarrassed.
– maybe a charm? Deshabilllo or something?” she gasped, trying to
overcome a sudden urge to giggle idiotically. Dear Professor Flitwick’s
classes never dealt with this predicament. “Where – where’s your wand?” Wand
– WAND? Oh no! her mind shrieked, even as she uttered the words. Too late.
stopped struggling and now lay panting, a wicked grin slowly replacing the
frustration. “My – er - wand? We-e-e-ll …” He glanced down meaningfully to
where the offending clothing had now been peeled back part way along his hips.
giggles threatened to break through. “I think,” she spluttered, shaking with
suppressed laughter, “that this is …”
he finished helpfully.
took a deep breath, the very Ravenclaw part of her mind attempting to overcome
the absurdity of the situation. “Um … here … I’ll pull … try and roll them
down. You … er, wriggle,” she said with only a slight quiver in her voice.
She crouched over him and seized the top of the trousers at either side with
do YOU get out of them, Sirius?” she gasped after a moment, taking a fresh grip
on the recalcitrant garment.
never …been ... like this …” He struggled, his hands tangling with hers as
they both worked feverishly at the leather. The trousers moved a few more
inches. “Why don't these damn things have self-peel buttons?"
leather was making funny squeaking, scrunching noises as they worked at it. She
managed to ignore his all too obvious arousal, concentrating on the more
immediate problem. “You might give me a little help ...”
am ... you said ... WRIGGLE ... here…” His legs and hips heaved violently, and
the leather reached his knees.
... easier ... to peel a ... MURTLAP!"
skin a shrivelfig!”
I need … to use … my teeth?"
was never quite sure exactly what happened. One minute she was tugging the
garment towards his ankles, assisted by his energetic squirming – then
everything seemed to come free with a rush. A last wild jerk of his legs sent
her tumbling backwards. There was a brief sensation of half sliding, half
falling, and with a muffled shriek, she found herself sprawled on the floor, her
arms full of soft leather and blue cotton, which she vaguely realised were his underpants.
rolled over and sat up, blinking, rubbing her elbow where it had met the bedpost
rather heavily. Above her, a startled Sirius was peering over the bed, anxiety
giving way to amusement as she dropped the clothing beside her. Their eyes
met. Very slowly, he reached out a hand, pulling her up beside him.
– um - could kiss it better.” He tried to keep a straight face. And then hilarity
overtook them. They collapsed in a heaving, spluttering heap, shoulders shaking,
gasping wildly for breath, her face pressed against his chest.
… you ... you said …” he chortled. “You said …”
wriggled …” she said, overtaken by another fit of mirth. “Skin a shrivelfig!”
released her and rolled away, helpless with laughter, the bed shaking beneath
them. Fiona pushed herself up and sat hugging her knees, gasping and snorting
as tears ran down her cheeks. She raised her head at last, almost in control
of herself, only to catch sight of the offending trousers on the floor. She
dissolved into giggles once more.
she became aware that Sirius had stopped laughing. She took several deep
breaths, then turned her head slightly to look at him. He was propped on one
elbow, regarding her with gentle intensity, and she was at once quiveringly
aware of his nakedness.
fitted herself against him, relaxing into a slow, wonderful kiss. She found
she was no longer nervous, no longer shy – the laughter had washed away any
vague apprehensions. She reached instinctively for the top of her own knickers,
somehow still in place, her hand tangling with his on the same urgent quest.
better come off more easily,” he muttered.
Author’s Notes: My sincere thanks to all those
who have helped with this fic, including Suburban House Elf for advice on its
rating, Jessanndi for expert Brit picking, Violet Azure and other members of
the Workshop. Not to mention the various other friends and authors from SQ
and the Werewolf Registry (who probably wish to remain anonymous!) for
“inspiring” this work during many hysterical Chats and conversations about the
HP world and its fandom, including topics such as romance, leather trousers and
other interesting issues … Oh yes, and a little smile and a big wink to the
“Fluffy Tuesday” group from SQ.
Motorbike helmets: Yes, I know these became compulsory in Britain in the early 1970s, but this is 19 y.o. Sirius Black and a flying motorbike after
all. Rules? What rules?!