Well here it is, everyone, the last chapter of "That Was Nice." If you cannot stomach a bit of implied between-the-sheets-action (though I highly doubt Sirius was one to do it beneath sheets), then you'll just have to close your eyes and think of England.
Also, a oneshot will be up soon (depending on my level of procrastination), and yes, it will still be about Sirius and Gwen. For more information, check out the profile.
Many thanks again to my beta fuegodealmas! I own nothing but Gwen.
Chapter Four: The End of the Sex Embargo
Though Gwen had missed Dorcas and Cassandra, she was a bit miffed that they found it absolutely necessary to stay by her side incessantly once they arrived back. "So is it true that you and Sirius spent a bit of the holidays together?"
"He was with my family and me, that's hardly 'together' time." Gwen replied, though she found herself grinning at this. "Though there was the occasional snog-"
"Was it steamy? Did you two shag? Was he good with your nephews?" Cassandra asked casually.
"If you thought slipping the question about us shagging meant I would answer, oh Cassandra, that means you've hit a new low in snooping." Gwen grinned. "And yes, no, yes."
"You still haven't? I'm surprised. Most girls hardly last five minutes in a room with Sirius without getting a shag." Dorcas exclaimed.
"This is such appropriate dinner conversation, isn't it." Gwen found herself sounding like her sister. "And just because we don't shag, doesn't mean we- I'll stop."
"Oh right. Willy-toucher." Dorcas snickered as Gwen violently stabbed a piece of chicken. "A bit frustrated, aren't you?"
"I just haven't seen Sirius yet since we've gotten back." Gwen replied. "Damn our compartment for getting full."
Later that night, as she was unpacking her trunk, she saw Lily Evans walk past their dormitory. "Oy, Lily!" She called, running to catch her.
"Oh, Gwen! Have a good holiday? James said that Sirius stayed with you." Lily asked, smiling.
"Er, yeah." Gwen replied. "Speak of the devil, where is Sirius? I haven't seen him all day, and it's, well I'll be frank if I don't get a snog before the day's out I might implode."
"He's downstairs playing Exploding Snap with Peter." Lily laughed. "Hope you don't implode." She called as Gwen traipsed out of the room.
"Gwen!" Sirius met her with a hug just as she got to the bottom step. He kissed her hair. "I've been wondering where you'd gotten to. Thought maybe you were avoiding me, thought the French would turn me poncy?"
She looked up at him and saw that he was genuinely worried. She gave him a kiss on the lips to which James responded "First years are present, keep it appropriate you lot!"
Sirius pulled away and grinned. "Sorry Head Boy." James rolled his eyes and went back to his Transfiguration. "Anyway, er, Gwen, did you want-"
"-you to snog me senseless?" Gwen offered, slyly smiling at him, her brown eyes full of mischief.
"Actually, yeah." Sirius grinned. Taking her hand, she followed him out of the Common Room, ignoring James' comments that it was after hours.
"Did you have a good holiday in France?" Gwen asked, even though Sirius wrote her several letters about his adventures with James. She didn't even have time to look up at him when he started kissing her. They stayed that way, kissing each other relentlessly until they heard a polite cough. Gwen's eyes widened. "Er, Headmaster…" Sirius made a yelping noise.
"Itis after hours." He said with amusement. "I suggest you head back to Gryffindor Tower, Sirius, Gwendolyn."
Once the Headmaster was out of sight, Sirius looked at Gwen and she seemed to know what he was going to say. "No Sirius, you don't get to see those knickers just yet."
"What if that's not what I was going to say, hmm? Then you'd be making assumptions, Gwen-"
"I'm not making an assumption, Sirius. I know you, and your unfortunate need for shagging." She grinned as they walked back towards Gryffindor Tower. "
"Myunfortunate need for shagging?" He asked, feigning offense. "Gwen, you only think it's unfortunate-ah, I'll stop." He grinned nervously at her, knowing that he may have toed the line between humour and annoyance.
"Good of you to realise that, Sirius." She replied, and stopped to look at him. "It's what turned me off from you during my third year."
"Hang on, you fancied me before?" Sirius asked, with a shocked smile. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you were a horrible git and I convinced myself that you were nothing more than a boy with an oversized ego." Gwen replied. "Still have that ridiculous ego, actually."
"Well, it wouldn't have mattered back then anyway, seeing as I was rubbish at shagging, and I didn't give gingers a second look." Sirius mused. "I was foolish in my youth."
"You're still young, actually." Gwen commented. "And still quite foolish."
Sirius looked at her, and grinned. "There's still time to back out, Gwen, if you think you can't deal with my foolishness."
"I can't back out now." Gwen stated as they stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Gideon and Fabian are expecting presents from you on their birthday. Don't want to upset them, do you?"
"Ah, therein lies the rub. We can't upset the Brothers Prewett." He smirked. "Guess you're stuck with me, Prewett."
"I don't think I'll mind that." She smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
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"So how was your holiday with Gwen, Padfoot? You never told me." Peter asked as he searched through his Hogwarts trunk for a better pair of gloves. "Did you two finally, you know?"
Sirius looked up at Peter and shook his head. "I did find out, however, that for some odd reason, when I said I'd wanted to be a dad, and started talking about kids, she could not keep her hands off."
"She is a bird, after all." James added. "You know they get all gushy over babies."
"They do. Gwen does. She's absolutely thrilled to go home for the Easter holidays, Molly's having twins." Sirius replied as he unpacked a pair of leather pants from his trunk.
"What. Are. Those?!" Remus asked, shocked.
"Twins? Honestly, Moony, they call you 'The Smart One.'" Peter chuckled. James snorted and nodded approvingly.
"Good one Wormtail." James grinned.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Good grief, you twits. I know what twins are, I wanted to know what that travesty you're holding is, Padfoot."
"Leather pants. Got 'em in France. James didn't want a pair." Sirius laughed. "I think I'll wear them to breakfast. They'll be warm enough for this Hogsmeade weekend."
Sirius was grinning as the four Marauders walked the length of the Great Hall. James and Remus both shaking their heads with embarrassment. Peter muttered to no one in particular "He really is strutting." And with good reason, as he was garnering stares from all the girls who were admiring his attire.
The Great Hall seemed to deflate with disappointment when Sirius sat next to Gwen and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. "No dog collar, Sirius?" She asked. He'd expected her to comment on the pants. He should have known by this point that Gwen never stated the obvious.
"That wasn't a joke gift?" Sirius asked, looking for bread. "Pass the bread?"
"Oh it's-" She paused as she expected the bread to be right in front of him. "Oh it's not by you this time is it?" Gwen answered with surprise. "And no, it wasn't a joke gift. I think it'd suit you, especially with those pants."
"Consider it done, Gwen." Sirius grinned. His grin became permanently plastered to his face when she saluted him. "Now?"
"Now." Gwen replied. She replied casually, though her cheeks were that pink tinge that Sirius found endearing.
"A full, twenty-one gun salute? Or just...half?" Sirius asked.
"Full salute, Sirius. Full salute."
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Sirius tried to be nonchalant, he did, but he was far too scattered to think properly. He almost forgot to put up his sign. And then he almost wrote 'With his Ginger Minx' instead of 'Saluting The Colonel,' which would seem far more innocent than the former to anyone but the Marauders.
Gwen stood at the foot of Sirius' bed, taking in the differences of the boys dormitories. "I expected you all to have at least one mirror." She commented.
"Mirrors? To look at ourselves while we- I never pegged you for that type." Sirius grinned.
Gwen, her nerves building, began rambling on about how different the boys dormitories were. Sirius stopped her with a simple Eskimo Kiss. He was pleasantly surprised when she countered with a passionate kiss.
Things were moving faster than Sirius expected. He expected it to be less awkward than it was, and, maybe it was because he hadn't shagged in nearly three months, but found himself stumbling and fumbling the entire way through.
Gwen, with nothing to compare this experience to, had the extreme desire to laugh. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't the earth shattering life-changer that everyone always talked about. And then, five minutes after it began, Sirius made a horribly guttural noise and then distanced himself by sitting at the edge of his bed.
Running a hand through her hair, she wrapped the sheets around her to cover herself up. "Erm...so, that's it then?"
"Bloody horrible." Sirius muttered, his back to Gwen, head buried in his hands. "That? That was...that was rubbish. You weren't. You weren't rubbish, no. God, I was horrible."
"-Because if that's what all the girls are swooning over-"
"-this is like losing your virginity all over again-" Sirius continued.
Gwen was also rambling. "-then they must've been quite easily amused."
"-at least there wasn't any crying, from either of us. Though I'd be crying if I were you Gwen, that was horrible." He finished. "Gwen, really, I apologise. I've never. That's-that was amateur hour."
"Amateur five minutes, more like." Gwen corrected, and looking at the hurt expression on Sirius' face, felt sheepish. "Er...sorry."
There was an awkward silence between them that wasn't broken until Sirius finally cracked and said "God if I'm this rubbish, then I'll never have children. So long, cute squishy faces. And, you, Gwen, don't tell anyone that I ever called anything cute."
Gwen laughed and shook her head. "Of course."
Sirius continued to talk about the unfortunate loss of his talent for shagging, and how it would end any hopes of having children of his own. While he was distracted in his own awkward self pity, Gwen managed to get him to lie back down on his bed. "And I'll never have sons to tell them all about my wild and rambunctious times before I decided to settle down, and I'll never have sons to tell them to hop aboard the Ginger Express-Gwen, what are you doing?"
He just noticed that Gwen had been kissing his neck, and was slowly making her way down his chest. "Sirius, just keep talking, eh?"
"About how I want loads and loads of kids-ah! You've found The Colonel."
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"That was nice." Gwen sighed, resting her head on Sirius' chest. "That was really nice. Lovely."
Sirius made a sound of disapproval. "Nice? Missing a Hogsmeade weekend for award winning work from accomplished mouth organist and shagger extraordinaire, and all I get is nice?"
"This is nice too, cuddling." Gwen continued, not listening to any of Sirius' rants.
"Nice?" He asked, putting down a lock of her hair that he had been twirling absentmindedly.
"Nice." She replied.
"No other words to describe it? Like, life changing? Earth shaking?" Sirius asked, running his hand along her back.
"Nice seems to work just fine. It was nice." Gwen smirked. "Very nice."
"Stop saying nice."
"What do you want me to say?" She asked looking up at him.
He was momentarily distracted when he saw a smug sense of satisfaction on Gwen's face, then he replied. "That it was mind-blowing."
"Suppose it was." She said with a casual shrug. Sirius, after three months, was finally learning how to play her game.
"It had to have been." Sirius grinned. He knew that eventually she would slip, especially if he gave her that half grin that usually resulted in a half an hour snog. He decided to use it, as it was his best weapon.
"You're full of yourself." Gwen rolled her eyes, unable to come up with a proper response the moment his lips formed that devilish half-grin.
"You didn't seem to mind-"
"I honestly don't know what addled my brains into falling for you, Black." She said, shaking her head before she settled back to her original spot with her head on his chest.
"My smooth charm, and rugged good looks?" Sirius laughed.
Gwen made a tutting noise. "Hardly."
Sirius chuckled. "The angle of my dangle?"
"Definitely not The Colonel. If you showed me The Colonel from the beginning, Sirius, you would have spent the rest of your days without him." Gwen laughed.
"The Colonel is offended. And will have you know that he does not negotiate with terrorists by the likes of you." Sirius replied.
"You know it's really frightening that you're referring to The Colonel like he's his own personality- oh god I'm doing the same thing. Sirius you berk." Gwen muttered.
"Then if it's not my charm, good looks, The Colonel, or anything else that comes with this package, what is it?" He asked, quite curious himself as to why Gwen did fall for him.
"Because I know the real you. You, Sirius Black, underneath it all, you are a dork." Gwen laughed. As he sat up, she mirrored him and looked to see his brow furrowed, and arms crossed.
"Am not!" He insisted.
"There you go," she laughed. "Dork." He continued to pout, though his expression changed when she sat on his lap, facing him. "Oh Sirius, just be glad that I was addled enough to stay with you, and I'm up here." She said, bringing his chin up so she could look into his eyes.
"Iwas listening." He grinned. "I was just making it a point not to stare. And I am glad to hear that the only girl who will stay with me is completely mental. The Colonel's glad too."
Gwen laughed and replied "You had to bring him into this didn't you?"
"You seemed to like him during those three hours, and for the record, anything before those three hours does not count, and we can just pretend like our memories have been modified." Sirius stated. "And as for The Colonel, you still like him. Clearly...you...do."
"That'shardly the issue athand." Gwen replied huskily.
Sirius was grinning and managed to say. "It seems like one. You make it an issue-all..all the time."
"Oh shove it, Sirius." She laughed, taking a great delight in the way he tried to maintain his smug demeanor despite the fact that she was obviously enjoying the way that he was reacting to her attention to The Colonel.
"H-H-Hark, that sounds oddly familiar." He grimaced, gripping the sheets.
"You're ridiculous, Black." She replied, biting her lip.
He grinned at her, and she just smirked as she decided to cover herself up with his shirt. "I still can't believe you thought it was just 'nice.'" He breathed. She shot him a look that plainly said 'You are an idiot.' "And I won't drop this conversation until you come up with a better description."
"What to tell your friends?" Gwen asked, getting back into the bed. Sirius had no response. "I thought so.
"Alright, maybe for an ego boost-"
"-As if going at it for three hours wasn't an ego boost." Gwen replied.
"Right, it was three hours, wasn't it?" Sirius grinned. "Bloody hell, I am good."
"See this is why I called it 'nice.' Anything more and you would have been such an annoying git." Gwen quipped.
"I hate that word...nice." He said with a disgusted look on his face.
"You're nice." Gwen laughed, as she knew how much it was annoying him. "You've got a lovely back."
"See, that's preferred over 'nice'." Sirius replied.
"It's a nice back." Gwen grinned.
Sirius was getting frustrated, as he didn't want to play her game anymore. "Why are you so horrid? And I mean that in the nicest of - oh there you go, I'm saying it now."
He was about to start rambling horribly again, Gwen mused. She would let him continue. "You seem to make it your mission to torture me, first with innuendo, and now with that horrible word." He looked at Gwen who gave a noncommittal shrug. "Fine. See if you get any Mouth Organ any time soon."
"Last I checked, Sirius, I wasn't the one who needed a challenge to keep my knickers on." Gwen replied.
'She played her bloody trump card,' Sirius thought. He had the idea that he was going to win this verbal sparring match. "Ouch."
"What, below the belt?" Gwen grinned, thinking that she had won.
"You were." Sirius replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Gwen was silent for a moment before a smile spread onto her face. "Well done."
"I know you were. I did you." Sirius replied, dead pan. Gwen responded with wide eyed surprise. "Went too far?"
"A bit." She replied.
"Let me apologise then."
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Peter, James and Remus were sitting outside of their dormitory. "They're going to have to go down and get dinner eventually, right?" Peter asked. "They went up here after breakfast, and it's nearly dinner. And we're still in our coats."
As if on cue, Gwen opened the door, clothes disheveled, and removed the sign. She blushed furiously seeing the three boys standing there, wide eyed. "Er...hello. Lovely day at Hogsmeade?" She asked, her voice oddly high pitched.
"Gwen, shut the door, I can't find my trousers." Sirius' voice pierced the awkward silence. Gwen's eyes widened, and with a foolish grin, she shut the door in their faces.
"There you are, James! I thought you'd be back downstairs to walk with me to dinner." Lily said as she came up to the dormitory.
James was thankful that Gwen took the sign down before Lily arrived. "Why are we all standing outside of your dormitory? And why are you all still in your coats?" She asked, confidently marching forward and opening the door, not hearing the protests of the boys behind her.
The doorway framed the picture for those waiting in the hall. Sirius was shirtless, wearing his leather trousers, Gwen had her hands at the waistband, and they were snogging each other. "Oh. Dear. God." Lily shut the door. "That... Awkward!" Was all she managed to say.
"We tried to stop you." James started.
"But you wouldn't listen." Peter continued.
"And maybe we wanted to interrupt them so that they knew that there were people out here that also need to use this room." Remus said loudly, hitting the wall, seemingly forgetting that it was stone. "Bloody hell!"
Gwen opened the door again, grinning, a completely clothed Sirius behind her. "Oh hey, how was Hogsmeade?" Sirius asked, oblivious to the fact that his friends had just barged in on them.
"Probably not as good a time you had, Sirius." James muttered, and Lily glared at him. "I'm burning up in this coat, let me in the room."
"Right away, Your Head Boyship, sir." Sirius laughed. "Come on Gwen, dinner time, and I'm famished."
"Me too." Gwen replied as she let Sirius slip an arm around her, and the two left the other four standing in front of the seventh year dormitories completely gobsmacked. "These knickers are not comfortable in the slightest Sirius."
"But they look lovely." Sirius laughed. "Even though I only saw you in them for all but a minute."
"That can be remedied at a later date." Gwen replied.
Though the other Marauders were quite glad that Sirius was no longer shagging and dashing, it still annoyed them that he and Gwen would end up using their dormitory for shagging. So, while Gwen and Sirius were at the library, actually studying as Sirius' N.EW.T.'s approached, Remus took it as an opportunity to mention that there was a room on the seventh floor that he used for studying, near a tapestry of hideous trolls.
Remus would never use that study room again, though the plus side was that he and his fellow Marauders could finally sleep for more than a few hours a night.
And with the end of Gwen's sex embargo, Sirius reverted back to nearly all of his old ways. He no longer had the need for shagging many different girls, as they were replaced by Gwen Prewett, no longer his ginger temptress, but his very own ginger minx.