Temptation

AN: End the canned chapters. From now on, I have to write them. *Sigh* Just kidding. I\'m actually about halfway through chapter seven as we speak. I was going to hold off on this until I got both seven and eight written, but I wanted yall to actually get to have some smut since actual Tara/Sirius action won\'t come until later, after I\'ve dealt with some plot.

Sirius Black was arguably having the best day he\'d had over the past thirteen years. Not only was he well-fed, clean, and warm, he\'d been taken into posion ion by one of the most beautiful witches he\'d seen in quite a while. Well, not exactly *beautiful,* but she stirred his blood in a way that could only be described as witchcraft. He didn\'t want to admit it, but this was probably what James felt when he\'d first met Lily.

Sirius was a huge advocate of the \"women are for procreating\" theory. Sure, they were fun to play with and fun to keep, for a while. Then, the \"honeymoon\" period over, it was time for nagging, lack of hygiene, and rules about not mussing the sheets during a shag. He could never wrap his brain around the idea that the great James Potter, marauder and stag in every sense of the word, could get tied down by one woman, enchanted enough to spend the rest of his life in wedded bliss.

However, if he\'d felt anything like the way Sirius was feeling at the moment, he\'d been pretty lucky. If love was accompanied by this kind of euphoria, it should be bottled up and sold as a mind-altering drug. *Snap out of it, Padfoot. You\'re just feeling all gooey because she\'s the first woman who\'s touched you in thirteen years that didn\'t look like an overgrown toad.*

He took the opportunity of his anonymous benefactor\'s bath to change into his human form and stretch his legs for a while. To be sure, he\'d weighed his options carefully. A teensy peek at the redhead obscured by a mountain of bubbles or oppos thu thumbs? Tough choice. Head battled libido and came out on top, barely.

Black heard a small splashing in the bathroom followed by the pad of soft feet. She\'d gotten out of the bath. He again weighed his options, trying to decide if it would be prudent to reveal his presence just yet. He was almost certain the woman was an auror and assigned to finding him. Would she be open-minded and listen, or would she send him on a one-way trip to the dementor\'s playgr? H? He decided not to press his luck with that at the moment. Just as he was about to transfigure back into Archie the Dog, he heard a low moaning coming from the bedroom. Suspicious.

He went to check it out, just to make sure that she wasn\'t hurt in any way. The door was cracked and he barely peeked into the darkened room, taking care not to be seen. A few moments of observation and he realized that he didn\'t need to worry. She wouldn\'t have seen him if he came in and danced an Irish jig on the dresser top.

She was sprawled across the duvet cover on her bed, lithe legs spread wide, unconsciously offering him a most excellent view. Her small hands traveled down her torso, teasing her nipples into rosy points. One hand continued its trek down her body, finally disappearing in the nest of auburn curls between her thighs. She touched herself, writhing, moaning. Her lips tried to form words, but she was too lost in her own passions to vocalize anything explicit.

Her pants became louder and Sirius felt the jeans he\'d transfigured from an afghan grow tighter. He really couldn\'t take much more of this. He turned to leave when he heard a plaintive cry from her lips.
She relaxed then, her body curling up in a semi-fetal position. She sighed heavily, and twisted a bit in a desperate bid to get comfortable. Sirius knew he should leave but he felt rooted to the spot, watching the pretty girl sleep. Yes, she was still a girl. He wouldn\'t place her any older than twenty-five and that was pushing it.

He walked over to the bed, only intending to watch her for a few moments longer. This time, however, her sighs were something intelligible.
\"Sirius…Sirius…there…oh yes, there…\" She scooted back then, revealing an old photograph on the bed beside her. A slave to his curiosity, Sirius peered at it for a moment before his lips crooked in a self-satisfied grin. She was \"sleeping\" with him, in a way. The photograph was of him at James and Lily\'s wedding, back when he was carefree and Voldemort was something that none of them even knew about.

He watched as she stroked the photograph, almost as if she were a woman whose husband had gone out to sea or something, as if she were expecting him back to warm her bed any time now. This tender gesture was something that he couldn\'t refuse. *It won\'t hurt just this once.* He leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly, feeling the soft skin beneath his lips for the first time. That simple taste, however, left him wanting moreut tut tonight, he would have to be content with sharing her bed as \"Archie,\" not \"Sirius.\"

He transfigured then, and hopped up on the bed beside her. She groaned slightly in her sleep and he responded by licking her hand. That was a mistake. He could still taste from when she\'d pleasured herself and the taste only intensified the smell that was still lingering in the air. Sirius was glad that he had the luxury of turning into a dog, because if he were a man at this moment he\'d be hard pressed not to shag her senseless.
But for the moment, he was perfectly content to lie beside her in his animagus form. One day, however, he would reveal himself. And when he did, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him for very long, criminal or not.

Sirius Black was very certain about his charms. Too certain. So certain that he knew he could have any woman he wanted, despite the whole Peter Pettigrew thing, but was going to take his time in seducing this brilliant beauty in order to clear his name. Not that seduction was entirely necessary. It just made things a little more fun.