"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
The girl's shout of excitement and the man's barking laughter resounded throughout the gigantic Quidditch field in Potter Manor, but heard by none but themselves. The pair zoomed effortlessly and carelessly in the air, happiness etched across their face, their laughter pure and unadulterated and their attention wholly fixed on one another, not a care of the world around them.
"Sirius, stop it!" Bella Potter exclaimed, trying to catch her breath as she made a sharp turn to avoid being caught by her chasing boyfriend.
"Admit it, then!" Sirius called back, his dark eyes alight with amusement and a never-ending grin etched on his face. He took a quick glance down at his broomstick, urging it to go faster.
Bella laughed. "Never!"
"Then looks like we'll be doing this all day. Admit that I'm better at flying than you!"
The green-eyed witch snorted. "Hah! In your dreams, Black!"
Sirius smirked. "Oh believe me, darlin', Quidditch isn't even quarter of what I dream about. All I see when I close my eyes is a beautiful woman with the most gorgeous green eyes and a sexy body…" Bella instantly regretted letting herself fall into his words when she felt Sirius tug on the back of her broom and found herself getting lifted off of her Firebolt.
"SIRIUS!"
"Hey, once a ladies' man, always a ladies' man," Sirius chuckled, wrapping his arms around Bella's waist and holding on to the broomstick with his hands.
"So, you're telling me that you did this with fifty other girls?"
"No. You've never heard of Sirius Black proposing to some random girl before, have you now?"
Bella turned her head so fast she could hear a little snap. What? "W-What?"
"Marry me." Sirius's voice was calm and possessed its usual confidence as he uttered those two words, his face devoid of any emotions other than a small smile on his mouth. To anyone else it would seem as if he was indifferent and impassive to the whole situation but she has learned to read him very well over the years and she could see the expectancy and hope that shone bright in his eyes.
"I… what? I'm not...I don't kn-…I…," Bella stopped, took a deep breath and paused. A lifetime worth of war later and Sirius Black still made her tongue-tied and dizzy. Finally, "Yeah."
The next thing she knew she was being spun around in circles and a pair of lips crashed down on hers, gentle and warm and so, so familiar, devouring her and wiping every other thought from her mind. When breathing became too necessary, Sirius gently put her down on the ground, and Bella finally realized that she was standing on solid ground. A warm, tingly feeling spread throughout her body like butterbeer, and she thinks it feels like love and happily ever afters and unbroken promises.
"But, you know, we can't get married, like, right next month or something. There's still so much we have to do, and then I still have to finish -" But she never got to finish what she was saying before Sirius had interrupted her with a shorter kiss.
He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. "I don't care. As long as you're mine."
"You don't have to propose to me for that."
Sirius raised his eyebrows as he played with the waistband of Bella's jeans. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer 'till there was no space left between them. She looked up at his eyes curiously. Desire. He was in no mood to talk. "What're you saying?" He asked, and his thumb was now making circles on her hips and it was all very distracting but think, Potter, think.
"I'll always be yours. No matter if we get married or not."
"Yeah, but I need the world to know that you're mine."
"I think your breath-taking possessiveness might actually be bigger than that ego of yours."
Sirius smirked and picked her up, muffling her exasperated complaints with a searing kiss that left her hot and bothered and incoherent once more. Sometimes it bothered her how easily he makes her so unhinged, but it was Sirius and she knew he'd never let her fall. "How about I show you how breath-takingly possessive I am?"
Finite Incantatem
Edited (again) on 2/10/2013.
Too much fluff. It huuuurts. But I think it defines Bella and Sirius's relationship perfectly. I like to think of them as a combo of love and friendship and then some sex.
I like to come back and edit this often because it's probably the happiest thing I've ever written in my life and I've seriously lost all my skills in writing fluffy. Go check out Loveshipand you'll see what I mean (ALERT: shameless advertising).
Thanks for all the reviews, btw. I'm not kidding when I say it has the same affect on me as chocolate in the morning.
