Out for a Walk... Perhaps?

Out for a Walk

Kitta Murdoch, Sirius Black

Yeah, that's it. We were walking outside, didn't notice where we were going... managed to step into the lake, Sirius fell in- No, I fell in, he jumped in, pulled me out.

Shit, no, that won't work, as we're both warm, not cold. Uh... Think, Murdoch... Ok, a warming spell... Is there such a thing? There has to be. Yes, I performed a warming spell. But then how did Sirius hit his head? Oh, for Merlin's sake.

Pushing the doors to the Wing open, Kitta guided Sirius onto one of the beds. She released the spell and pulled a blanket over him. Approaching Pomfrey's door, she knocked sharply.

The woman appeared in the doorway, sleep in her eyes and a scowl on her face. "What in blazes...?" Upon seeing Kitta soaking wet, and Sirius in the bed, she bustled over to tend to him. Clucking her tongue, she patched the scrape over his eye, looking up at Kitta. "What happened?"

Kitta licked her lips, stammering a bit as she spoke. She hadn't quite worked out the story yet, and was just praying Pomfrey would buy it.

"We snuck out for a walk... I fell in the lake, he jumped in after me. Managing to pull me out, he slipped and hit the back of his head on the tree, then fell forward, hitting his head on the ice. I managed to remember a warming spell, but only was able to make the wetness warm, not dry us."

The story suddenly had more truth in it than Kitta had intended. He did slip, he did hit his head on something, and then his face on something. And he did 'rescue' her earlier.

Looking at Kitta with a slightly skeptical gaze, she picked up Sirius' head, muttering a spell to take down the swelling and help relieve some of the headache he was bound to have when he woke up. "I hope you learned your lesson. No more wintertime strolls in the dark. If you're not hurt, you may go. Just leave Mr. Black here until morning." With that, Pomfrey turned and made for her room, giving a large yawn on the way.

Kitta sighed, sitting down briefly on the bed beside Sirius. Looking him over, she stood, brushing the hair from his face.

Could have been fun. Damn shame... Bet I'll never get a chance like that again. At least, not with this one.

Turning, she made to leave the Infirmary, pulling his robe on over hers, the soaking-wet clothing a little much, beginning to get cold again. Somehow, she'd managed to forget about her panties, still clutched in Sirius' palm, and the boxers of his she had on under her skirt. Interestingly enough, she had the solution on at this very moment. So much worrying when all she had to do was put on a robe.

Sirius roused slowly, blinking away the pinwheels of blue and red that spun across his vision. He had the sudden urge to grin as his vision came into focus and he realized he was getting a very good view of Kitta's backside, the robe not hiding much.

He clenched his hand and glanced down, his hand wet and holding something fabric-y. He fingered it slowly, then his eyes widened as he realized what he was holding. His gaze shot back to Kitta and he grinned, tucking the panties into his pocket. He remembered what had happened now.

Footsteps and a shadow falling over him announced the stern ward of the Hospital Wing who was apparently taking care of him. Great.

Sirius moaned complainingly as Pomfrey descended on him and felt pain blossom anew, both on his head and on his cheekbone as her fingertips skimmed his wound lightly, pressing to see if there was internal infection.

Kitta's hand on the Wing door, she began to push it open when she heard his groan. Turning her head back slowly, a smirk crossed her lips. Perhaps she should stay and watch... If she couldn't get her kicks with him privately, maybe watching him suffer in public would be just as fun.

Her arms crossing over her chest, she remained silent still, aside from the movement of her eyes. Shuddering slightly, she realized just how wet she still was, and only growing colder. Pulling the robe a bit more tightly about herself, she took a deep breath and smirked a bit wider. That smell, whatever it is that he wears, was all around her.

That's right, this is his robe. Shit, what happened to my panties...

Her hands moved to the pockets of her skirt and then to the pockets of his robe. Not finding the pair, her eyes moved back to him, moving down to his hands. No, they weren't there...

Crap, I must have left them in the boys' room... Oh well, it's not like anyone will know who they belonged to, since I don't exactly write my name on them. Too bad though, they were a cute pair...

She frowned slightly, then shook her head. No use crying over torn underpants. Speaking of which, she wondered if he'd noticed yet that he was commando style in those wet leather pants. This could be interesting.

Sirius suddenly became aware of two very noticeable and embarrassing things.

One, he wasn't exactly dressed. He knew some people considered themselves naked without socks, or something silly like that, but Sirius had never felt that way before, at least not about socks. His face turned red as he realized exactly what he wasn't wearing, just as he was 'remembering' events from before. It suddenly became very obvious, both to him, and he suspected Madam Pomfrey. He now knew what it meant to want to be sucked into a hole in the ground and never be seen again, just from embarrassment.

Two, he was soaking wet, and smelling of perfume, and Kitta. Which wasn't helping the sensory input at the moment.

Three, (though he had said two) he was holding Kitta's underwear. That was enough to make any overly hormonal boy go insane, and here he was, stuck in the Infirmary.

He didn't believe anyone could feel this embarrassed, under Madam Pomfrey's scrutiny. Crap, and he had no clue what Kitta had used for a cover story. Obviously she didn't tell him the truth, or they'd both be in detention. Permanently.

Kitta had to look away at seeing his sudden realization of the clothing he was wearing. Managing to keep a straight face, she had to think quickly. Sirius didn't know what excuse she had given, and if he were to be questioned... their stories had to match.

Giving a soft sigh, she quickly turned around and rushed to his side, taking his hand in hers.

"Oh, Sirius, I'm so glad you're all right! I was so worried! I'll never be able to thank you enough for jumping into that lake and saving my life when we walked too far onto it. When you slipped on the ice and hit your head on the tree and then your face on the ground, I knew I had to bring you here straight away!"

Managing even a few tears in her eyes, Kitta was squeezing his hand, probably more tightly than was needed, to get her point across. She knew he wasn't that thick, and that he'd catch on.

And the award for best actress goes to...

Sirius looked at her, confused, then nodded, slowly, almost imperceptibly. His face tightened in a grimace of pain as he shook his hand, the one that she was holding, the one he was losing feeling to, hoping she wasn't so thick to realize that was acting...

Sirius rolled his eyes at Pomfrey, and let out a small theatrical moan, this time only half-faking. She really ought to let go of his hand.

Sirius stared at her for a minute, raising an eyebrow and mouthing 'boxers?'. He really was curious to know where they happened to be at this moment in time, he really hoped they weren't still in the bathroom, where someone like, he didn't know, Snivellus could find it and... well, he didn't want to think about that.

Kitta turned her head away to cough, stopping herself from laughing again. Her grip on Sirius' hand eased, allowing the blood to flow back into his appendages. Looking back, she saw him mouth the word. As soon as Pomfrey had her back turned to them, her hand parted the robe she had on, pulling up her skirt enough for the bottom of the boxers to show.

I sincerely hope these things are clean...

She raised a brow, her gaze moving up to his eyes and a smirk on her lips as she pulled her hand away, letting the robe close, not wanting to get caught even like that by Pomfrey.

Sirius' eyebrows hit his hairline, his eyes widened in shock. He caught her gaze and smirked back at her, pulling the torn panties from his pocket and, pretending to yawn and stretched, his arm stretched out beneath her gaze and he opened his fingers a little, enough to give her just a peek of what he held.

He brought his hand back in and grinned at her innocently, tucking the torn underwear into his pocket again in one smooth motion as he'd once seen a Muggle magician do. As if it wasn't obvious then...

Sirius' dark eyes darted over to the form of the matronly ward, who was bent over another bed, apparently taking care of a real patient. He yawned again, and sat up, calling over to her loudly, "Miss? Thanks for the concern, but I feel fine now, and I think I'll be going, if it's all the same to you..." he winked at Kitta, all the while maintaining his completely honest tone of voice and manner.

Kitta's mouth fell open slightly and upon seeing the fabric, went to grab for it, but missed. Hey, she's not a Quidditch player, after all.

Pomfrey looked up, pursing her lips slightly as she placed her hands on her hips as if debating. Finally she nodded, waving them towards the doors, turning back to the other patient.

Kitta stood, letting go of Sirius' hand, stepping back from the bed, and watching him intently. She planned to talk to him at least; try and get them back if anything.

Sirius stood, stretching again, dramatically, and looked at Kitta as if he was just noticing her for the first time.

"Oh, you're still here? Hmm, well, you'll likely want your mmph back, so I'll make a deal with you." He looked around him and frowned as he saw Madam Pomfrey. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice rich and honeyed. "If you want me to, but those boxers do look awfully good on you..."

He straightened and flashed her a smirking grin, then turned and strode towards the door efficiently, seeming to glide to it. He paused at it, and turned back, grinning at her and crooking a finger. 'Follow me,' he mouthed, and disappeared through it.

Kitta rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, though she was smirking just slightly, and trying to hide it. He'd managed to turn her on something fierce in the bathrooms, and then nothing. His intrigues weren't doing anything to cure this.

One last glance at Pomfrey and she was pulling his robe more tightly about her, walking to the door and eventually, out it. Placing a hand on the wood, she closed it behind her, looking up to see where it was he planned to go.

Sirius grinned at her from behind the door, leaning against it casually. "Hello, my dear," he said silkily, the grin evident in his tone. His grin became wider as he brushed back his hair and looked down at her.

"So, it appears we have a little, erm, business to take care of? You've got mine, and I've got yours, and I can't exactly return to Remus and tell him that a girl stole them from me while I was in the shower with her and is now parading around the school in short skirts wearing them? They are pink polka-dotted, after all, you can't expect no one to notice..." Sirius trailed off and grinned down at her, his eyes dancing.

"I couldn't find mine, what else was I supposed to do?" she asked, her own tone holding a defensive edge. If she didn't have anything on, she risked showing off more than just his boxers.

"And I wasn't parading."

Her eyes rolled in her head with a small smirk on her lips again. Honestly, did he think she'd go flashing them to anyone who passed her by?

Sirius rolled his own eyes. "And that flash was just because...? That was an awfully practiced move, Kitta. I mean, how many times did I have to practice it myself before I got it right, wearing a short skirt?"

Sirius suddenly seem to realize what he was saying and shut up. It really wasn't worth embarrassing himself, especially since he was trying to steer her away from asking the question of why he had boxers in those particular colours anyway.

Kitta's brows raised more than just slightly at that. She would have slapped him, had he not slipped what he'd had. A smirk moving across her lips again, she shook her head, ridding her face of her bangs.

"It's not quite a secret, Sirius. Quite a few people know about you and your tastes concerning sex, or at least dates. I've yet to hear of anything being confirmed." She'd heard that he was taking Remus to the dance; after all, this was Hogwarts. Not many people could actually keep a secret around here.

Sirius grinned at her. "Ah, and it never will be, Kitta, my dear," he said, pleased with himself. "These walls could be made of paper, for all they keep out secrets." He glanced around and looked back at her curiously.

"So, word gets around that fast? Well, Remus and I did scare that group of students by the lake, but, I assure you, that was all his fault. Well, no, not really." Sirius grinned at her.

"So, my boxers? Or can I keep these lovely panties? They'd look so nice on me, I bet..."

Kitta just gave him a look, her arms folding across her chest.

"You really expect to fit into my panties? I'm afraid my hips are a tad smaller than yours. And what, you want me to pull the boxers off right here in the hall?" she asked, giving him an incredulous look. First he was chiding her for lifting up the skirt, now he was asking her to undress right here. Honestly, he needed to make up his mind.

"And, for the record, it didn't scare me. I have to say, that's the only reason I let you into the shower earlier."

Sirius matched her, look for look.

"You like guys in pink polka-dotted boxers? In that case, why don't you get to know Snivellus a little better, I'm sure he'd be happy to show you his collection..." Sirius grinned at her. "And in answer to your question, I have another. If I say yes about the panties, will I have to duck?"

Kitta rolled her eyes again, her elbow nudging his side as she sighed.

"No, I wasn't talking about the boxers. I was talking about you being bi. Or at least, pretending to be, as you're dating both boys and girls. Quite a turn-on. And, to answer your other question, how do I know I'll be getting my panties back if I take off the boxers?"

Her arms folded across her chest again, brow raising with another smirk.

Sirius grinned at her, dipping one hand into his pocket and pulling the panties out. He dangled them in front of her, pushing them onto the tip of his wand so they would stay high and out of her reach.

He looked down at her. "Of course you would get them back, but first, my boxers, if you will. Oh, and by the way, I'm only for Remus in that way, but it's true I also like girls. So yeah, I'm bi, but I try to keep it quiet, partly because I have enough teens chasing me as it is. Add the boys and I'll never have a free moment. Oh, and partly because Remus gets embarrassed easily, and tends to smack me when he does." He grinned at Kitta, his unoccupied hand spread wide in a gesture of explanation.

Kitta sighed, looking up at the panties, her hands moving to her waist as she then turned her gaze to him. "Well, at least stand in front of me or something so no one sees. It's late still, but you never know."

She grabbed his arm, pulling her in front of her. She had her back to the wall now, beginning to tie the robe closed.

"And, great for Remus. As I said, I found it a turn-on. Though, I hate to break it to you... you won't find me chasing after you." The robe tied, she pulled her arms under the cover of it, placing her hands under her skirt, and pulled the boxers off. Fixing the robe again, she stood, the sudden loss causing a chill to run up her body.

"There, your knickers... and mine...?"

Sirius plucked the boxers off her and tucked them under his arm, as he shook his wand ((npi)) and the knickers dropped off the end to land squarely on her head.

He bowed to her, his dark hair falling, and started to march off down the hall, muttering, "And they're still warm!" in excited tones.

Pulling the panties from off her head, she pushed off from the wall to watch him walk away. All or any feelings she had at thinking him something decent had just vanished. She'd saved his life, really; pulling his face from the pool of water, saving his ass from Pomfrey, being nice enough to actually give him his boxers back when she could have cared less about her panties.... and not even a thank you.

He's a Gryffindor... you should have expected less.

Watching him for another moment, she turned to go in the opposite direction, her arms crossing again, holding onto herself protectively. She'd not make that same mistake again. Turning a corner, she then vanished for the dungeons, retreating to bed for the night.

Sirius remembered something and turned around, just in time to glimpse a fold of cloak headed in the opposite direction disappear around the corner. He shrugged and waved, calling out loudly, " 'Bye, sweets! Thanks!"

He clapped his hands roughly together and tucked them into his still-wet leather trousers, headed towards his dorm and his friends.