Hey all! This is my first ever story/one shot, so please keep that in mind as you read! I have never felt more anxious for anything before. I hope you enjoy this and leave a comment in the reviews. xx
Her hair glistened as if it was a lit with diamonds. It fell in long, dark waves over her shoulders as she reached for a cup from the shelf for her morning tea. When she turned from cupboard, her smile brightened the room as if a sun beam had come through the window.
He leaned up against the door jam adminring her rear and the way her eyes lit up with her smile.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Just admiring what's mine" he replied cheekily.
She giggled as he slid his arms around her waist and relished in the feeling of being in his arms.
"Why don't you come back to bed love?" he whispered as he rained kisses from her ear to her shoulder bone.
She looked at him over her shoulder into his eyes and knew that there was no place she would rather be. She supposed she'd allow him to drag her back into the bedroom…..
Siruis woke with a gasp. The dream he had been having was so livid, so real, so breathtaking that he almost forgot where he was for a moment.
The concrete beneath him reminded him that he was in this forsaken tower of Azkaban. Instantly, he felt the brief joy from his dream disappear. The coldness of the dementors felt as if it was touching his very soul. The cold concrete and lack of warmth seeped into his bones as if it was always there. The lack of light, of goodness, of anything but the smell of death and souls reminded him that he was in this hell hole.
He'd been dreaming of this girl for three years now and while he didn't know who she was, he knew that he needed to find her. His need to find Harry, to prove his innocence and his loyalty to James and Lily felt like the most important thing in the world. But this girl, this bushy haired girl, felt like the light he needed back in his life. Felt like he had a chance at being happy again. It felt as though the world wasn't ending and that he actually had a life outside of the threat of a dementor's kiss and the screams of his neighbors in their cells.
He didn't know who she was, but Sirius knew, without a doubt, this girl was going to be his. Now he just needed to get the fuck out of this place.