Drawing in the Common Room
Summary: You’re trying to draw but Sirius really wants a kiss.
Word Count: 1,091
Pairing: Sirius x Reader
Requested by My Writer’s Block (ugh)
Sirius’s right hand rests on your hip, fingertips lightly digging into your skin as you hold the sketchbook in front of you. The two of you take up an entire couch in the Gryffindor common room, earning you the glare of more than one other student over the afternoon. Sirius’s cocked eyebrow and innate charm sent them all scurrying away.
Or maybe it was his implied threat of blackmailing them. You don’t really care. They’re gone, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. That’s all that matters.
The open window lets a lazy breeze in, one that leaves light goosebumps on your arms that Sirius chases away with a soft touch, running his hand up and down your arm.
“Have you almost finished?” He asks, letting his hand wander down the side of your thigh.
You bite your lip, squinting at the intricate swirls on the bookcase across the room. “Not yet, love. And quit moving your hand. It was fine where it was.”
“Come on,” He whines, but he moves his hand back onto your hip.
“Just a little bit more.” You say, words slow as you focus on the sketch.
Sirius sighs, head falling onto the pillow he’s clutching with his left hand.