This was the day. It was the day Marlene was getting her grades back. She’d worked hard all semester, told off her neighbor, multiple times, in the name of passing her classes, and finally, this was the day she’d discover what all of her hard work was worth. She sat in her apartment, waiting eagerly for the mail to be delivered at three o’clock. Normally Marlene wouldn’t care what the postman brought, but today he was delivering her final marks. Trying to make the time pass and to occupy her anxious mind, she had cleaned every surface in the tiny apartment, organized her entire book case, remade her already perfectly made bed and checked the mailbox at least three times in the past hour. Eventually, she figured it would be better to spend some time outside of her flat to pass the time.
Marlene tied her messy and probably unbrushed hair up in a messy bun and threw on a pair of sneakers before grabbing her keys and wallet as she headed out the door to the grocery store. The tiny grocery store on the next block didn’t have much, but it had the necessities and thankfully it was cheap. Paying for med school was definitely challenging so cheap was always good. She walked around the small store picking up the few things she needed, milk, bread, wine, ice cream, and chocolate. And within fifteen minutes she was walking back to her apartment complex.
As she neared her building, she saw the postman entering the building. She broke off in a run towards the building, desperate for her final results that he was carrying, ignoring the stares she was getting from pedestrians. Slightly out of breath by the time she got in the building she immediately went over to the postman asking, “Marlene McKinnon?” She looked at the postman eagerly, “Is there anything for Marlene McKinnon?”
The postman was caught off guard and seemed a little frightened by her, but he flipped through the mail looking for the name and nodded, giving her a small stack of letters “Here you are, ma’am.” he said, before putting the rest of the mail in the postal boxes and leaving,
She could barely contain herself as anxiety and excitement filled her stomach and coursed through her body. Not even bothering to head back up to her apartment, she shuffled through the letters before finding the one she needed. Not noticing Sirius walking towards her to grab his own mail, she set the groceries and the rest of her mail down before ripping open the letter from her University. “Oh my God,” She breathed, reading her results. “Oh my God,” She smiled, reading and rereading her passing marks. She had done it. She made it through her first semester of Med-School with flying colors. Her smile spread across her face as she looked up from the papers and the envelope finding Sirius watching her with a smirk.
“Whatcha got there, Cupcake?” He asked, nodding towards the papers in her hands. “Judging by the look on your face, it’s got to be something good, right?” He asked walking towards her. “What is it? Someone died and you just got left a fortune?” He teased
“You know, I’m in such a good mood right now that I won’t yell at you for calling me Cupcake, or the fact that you think I’d be smiling about a death in my family” She said, holding up her papers and grinning. “They’re my final grades for the semester. A+’s down the line.” She gloated and let him take the papers from her hand, his eyes scanning the paper, the smirk never leaving his face.
“Very nice, Cupcake. Looks like all that studying paid off.” He winked at her as he handed the paper back. She rolled her eyes slightly but didn’t let the smile slip from her face.
“No thanks to you, and once again, don’t call me Cupcake.” She said, sticking the letter with all her other mail and picked up her groceries once more.
“Well, I think this calls for a celebration, huh? Whatta ya think?” He asked taking the groceries before she could pick them up.
“With you? Not in a million years.” She said shaking her head with a slight laugh.
“Too late, I’ve already got your bags. And oh look, you brought the alcohol.” He said peering into the bag, seeing the wine. “I prefer hard liquor though. Good thing I’ve got a couple of bottles of whiskey in my apartment.” He smirked starting towards the stairs. Marlene laughed in disbelief and quickly followed him.
“I barely know you, Sirius Black. Why the hell would I go party with you.” She protested.
“Because, Cupcake, I know how to party.” he winked as pushed opened his unlocked apartment, walking in with her groceries. She hesitated a moment in the doorway before following him inside.
From the inside, his apartment looked completely different from what she imagined it would look like. It was clean, for one. He had an old record player in the the corner of the room with a bookcase full of records against one wall, next to his television. His black sofa was against the opposite wall underneath the two windows. He had a small coffee table in front of the couch with a stack of papers and a couple of other miscellaneous objects. On the walls there were pictures hung up, most of which had Sirius and what Marlene assumed was his friends. Against the third wall, there was a desk with a couple of other knick knacks. “What’d you expect? Trash all over the floors and blunts all over the table?” Sirius joked when he saw her face.
“Yeah, pretty much.” She said truthfully with a shrug standing in the doorway of the small kitchen as he set her bag down on the counter.
“Now, wine, whiskey, shots of tequila or a couple of beers? ?” He smirked, looking back over to her. His kitchen was just as clean as his living room. A few dishes in the sink but nothing over the top. One counter lined with bottles of liquor and a small dining table pressed against the wall. Marlene rolled her eyes a little at his question and watched him look through the numerous bottles on the counter. When she didn’t answer him, he just poured them both a shot of tequila and held out a shot glass to her. “Here you are, love.” he said, waiting for her to take the shot glass before tipping his back, swallowing it in one sip. She watched him for half a second before tipping her shot glass back as well. She deserved a drink. She worked hard all semester. Now she had a couple weeks off without having to worry about school and she could finally allow herself to relax and have a bit of fun. Even if that meant drinking with Sirius and four shots and a beer later, Marlene was happily buzzed as she sat on the couch with Sirius.
“You know, I thought you were a real bitch when we first met. All the banging and yelling. I thought you’d be no fun.” Sirius admitted taking a long sip of his beer. Marlene laughed and rolled her eyes.
“Well, you’re still a real bitch most of the time.” She said looking over at him. “But hey, I am fun.” She pouted meeting his gaze.
He laughed at her and shrugged. “Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. I can’t tell.” He teased.
“Oh, you’re ridiculous.” She said, sipping at her beer.
“Oh, you’re ridiculous.” Sirius laughed, mocking her. He reached over into the side table drawer, pulling out a blunt and a lighter. “Do you mind?” He asked the joint hanging in between his lips.
“Yes, of course I mind! I’m a med student! Do you know how bad smoking is?“ She protested putting her beer down as she started to get up.
“Good thing it’s not a cigarette then.” He said, lighting it despite what she said.
“Well, that’s bad for you too!” She complained, folding her arms over her chest. “And it smells.”
“It’s just weed, Cupcake. Not gonna kill me. And the smell isn’t that bad once you get used to it.” He said. “Have a hit.” He continued after a moment, holding it out for her. She shook her head almost immediately. “See, no fun.” He teased but withdraw his hand.
She frowned at his comment and grabbed their two shot glasses, refilling them. “Fine, but I need to be a lot more drunk.” She said sliding him over the glass. Sirius smirked and clinked their glasses together before downing his drink. Finally Marlene took the blunt from him, looking at it curiously before trying to mimic what Sirius was doing, only to end up in a coughing fit. “Oh, this is terrible!” She complained in between coughs.
Sirius rolled his eyes and laughed at her. “Well you’re doing it wrong.” He said shaking his head, waiting for her to finish coughing before pulling her closer to him showing her how to properly do it. "Besides, the more you cough, the higher you get,” He told her and grinned once she got the hang of it keeping one arm around her waist as they passed it back and forth to each other.
Even though the two, who were now completely drunk and mildly high, had finished the blunt a while ago, but Sirius kept his arm around Marlene’s waist and Marlene stayed leant against his chest.
“You know what, I take back what I said.” Sirius mumbled, his fingers trailing along her side.
“About what?” She asked curiously, looking up at him.
“About you not being fun. You definitely are more fun than I thought.” He shrugged and smiled down at her. She blushed a little and shrugged as well causing him to laugh. “You should get drunk with me more often. Then you’ll really be fun.” He added.
“I would, if I were going to grow up to be a drunk like you.” She said, giggling softly as she poked his chest.
“‘M not a drunk, Cupcake.” He pouted.
“Maybe you aren’t.” She shrugged. “But I barely know you…hey, hey, why do you keep calling me Cupcake?” She added, pouting.
“Because of those stupid pajama bottoms you wore. And because you’re cute. Like a cupcake.” He said, whispering the last part, causing Marlene to blush again.
“That’s a lie.” She whispered back as he met her gaze.
“I don’t lie.” He shrugged, biting his lower lip softly as his eyes flickered down to her lips before back up at her eyes.
Marlene watched him and in a drunken haze leant up, pressing her lips against hers. Sirius responded almost immediately and kissed her back, his hand tightening on her waist. She giggled a little against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Within moments she was pinned to the couch with him hovering over her, tugging softly at her lower lip. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut, her chest arching against his hands as they trailed up her shirt and behind her to unhook her bra. She tensed a little as he did and feeling her tense he stopped. “What’s wrong?” He whispered against her lips, his hand resting over the bra clasp.
She shook her head, “Nothing, nothing’s wrong.” She shrugged, blushing lightly.
“You’re not a…you know…you’ve done this before right?” He asked, pulling away slightly as her blush deepened.
“Yes, of course I’ve done this before!” She mumbled, Sirius sighing a little in relief and leant back down to kiss her.
“Good.” He mumbled breaking from her lips as he peppered kisses down her neck, sucking and nibbling at certain points, leaving a few marks. He waited a few moments before tugging both their shirts and her bra off, tossing them aside. He smirked as he ran his eyes shamelessly down her chest. “You, Cupcake, are absolutely beautiful.” He whispered leaning down to kiss over the curve of her breasts. Marlene moaned softly in response, running her fingers through his hair and for the rest of the night, Marlene was forever grateful that it was her empty apartment next door and not a stranger that would have to deal with Sirius’ headboard being slammed against the wall, or listening to their moans fill the air.