Hey everyone thanks for the adds hope you enjoy this chappie, it's kinda the catalyst for the next whole bit of the story
Ch 10 The Beginning
My scooter's engine roared as I accelerated down the long driveway of the Rivelli mansion. I felt incredibly hot in my brand new denim shorts and white crop top. No helmet. If I crashed, I wanted to die, not live a half life stuck in St. Mungo's.
My hair was out and whipped around my face in a muggle shampoo commercial kind of way. I'd just gotten my eyebrows waxed, I don't trust wizarding hair removal charms after Marlene attempted to remove her leg hair and ended up removing half her toes. It was strange. I was leaving my house in disgrace after a vicious argument with my mother about my coming out ball tomorrow night and I couldn't have been in a better mood.
I loved riding Sexy, my scooter. It was such an adrenaline rush, way better than a broomstick. I was headed to James'. My parents wouldn't come looking for me. This is what usually happened after an argument. They knew I'd be back by morning at the latest.
I'd always dreamed about the day I wouldn't return. What would they do? I breezed through the traffic in the city centre, not caring about speed cameras. My parents were the ones who'd get the bill.
I got a couple of wolf whistles and car honks as I passed by. Always nice self-esteem boosters.
No makeup. I'd left the house too quickly to put any on. I almost felt naked. But if guys were still noticing me, maybe I didn't look like such a troll without the cake face.
I was grinning ear to ear when I zoomed up to James' apartment block. He lived right in the city center and I loved visiting him. It was a nice long drive from where I lived with all the millionaires, to James' chic, modern flat.
"Oi, Jamsie boy. Buzz me up." I pressed the buzzer for the penthouse flat over and over until he answered groggily.
"Lynnie bebs, it's like 10am." He mumbled.
I laughed, "Hard night last night?"
He didn't reply, but I heard the gate click open for me, so I locked Sexy and pushed it open.
James had left the door open for me, so when I got to the top of the building I could walk straight in without bothering to knock.
I found him in the lounge, sprawled out on the couch, with a cool pack on his head and a hangover tonic in his hand.
"Oh dearie, dearie me, what do we have hear?" I smirked and sat down by his head.
"Lynnnn save meeeeeee" James groaned and clutched at my legs.
"Lucky for you I know just the spell to make this all go away." I winked and muttered Lily's spell, Cranebrio.
James sat up, wide eyed, touching his head incredulously. "Where the fuck did you learn that? PADFOOT! PADS GET IN HERE!"
Of course Sirius would be here. To be honest, I was expecting him. Still, a girl can dream…
"Prongs, let me die in peace…" I heard a muffled voice come from down the hallway.
"Lynn's here! She can fix you." He called and launched himself at me, I suppose as a way of thanks.
I snorted when he collided with me, his momentum knocking us both off the couch and onto the floor. We were an awkward tangle of limbs when I heard footsteps and looked up to see Sirius.
"Um… am I interrupting something?" He said, with a slight smile.
He didn't look good. Well, obviously he looked fucking great. But I could tell he was severely hungover and, if I looked a little closer, there was something missing in his eyes. Something vital. It made me sad.
I scrambled up and gave him a tentative smile. I knew we were supposed to hate each other, but somehow I couldn't be cruel to someone who looked so numb.
"Cranebrio." I muttered and grinned as I saw Sirius' expression melt into shock.
"Where did you learn that?" He asked, agape.
"Miss Lillian Evans, surprisingly enough." I raised my eyebrows, fully aware of James' sigh at the mention of her name.
"Hmm… don't give her enough credit, obviously." Sirius mumbled. Even fixed, there was still something wrong. It completely went against my nature, but all I wanted to do was hold him until he smiled with his eyes the way he used to.
I quickly shook that thought from my head and walked to the kitchen to open the fridge. James' flat was completely open apart from one hallway containing the bedrooms and bathroom. This is the kind of place I wanted to live when I moved out.
"So, Lynnie, why are you here?" James asked, lazily enchanting his mother's glass figurines to move around the shelves lining the wall next to him.
I grabbed three sodas and rejoined James on the couch. Sirius stood awkwardly for a moment before sitting next to me, a little stiffly. I handed each boy a soda and bit the lid off mine with my teeth.
"Um… my mum and me are fighting about tomorrow." I said, spitting the lid out.
"Your coming out ball…" Sirius said, also biting his lid off. I nodded grimly.
"I cant believe you're going through with this." James shook his head and put his feet on the coffee table.
"Me either." I sighed, glancing at Sirius. He was staring at me in a weird kind of way.
He started a little when he realized I'd noticed he was looking at me.
"Sorry… I-uh..um you just… er… you well you look… pretty today." He mumbled almost inaudibly.
I involuntarily blushed. I hated the effect Sirius Black seemed to have on me. I was NOT a blushing teenage pathetic schoolgirl. Except, it appeared, when he was close to me.
"Thanks," I mouthed, not quite making eye contact.
Suddenly, James leapt off the couch and yelped, "BALLS OF SHIT!"
I couldn't help but move back with surprise, right into Sirius' arms. I felt him freeze, before lightly brushing my exposed waist with his fingers. I shivered and quickly scooted away.
James was oblivious to our moment and continued swearing away. "My fucking parents! I was supposed to meet them at the airport 5 minutes ago!"
"James…" I began, confused, "We're wizards and witches. We don't use airports."
He shook his head and scooped up his car keys and pulled on a jacket.
"James' dad is a muggle ambassador. They were at a pre conference meeting thing all this week and try to do everything the muggle way. Hence the car." Sirius explained.
I nodded slowly, quite enjoying watching James panic.
"I'll be back in a couple hours, I have to fucking drive! FUCK! I'm a wizard and I have to drive! And then I have to drop them off at Aunt August's and then I have to— you guys'll be fine here alone. Ok bye." James didn't wait to hear our reply and slammed the door shut.
I breathed out and looked at Sirius, feeling a little awkward and very very vulnerable with no makeup and no alcohol.
"Are you ok?" He asked, gently touching my knee.
"Yeah, I'm actually great. Which is weird." I replied, smiling.
"You don't have to go back, you know." He shrugged, running his fingertips up and down my leg, comfortingly. I don't think he was even aware he was doing it.
"I don't want to." I said, seriously. I couldn't focus when he touched me like that so I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"Lynn… I… I'm really sorry I called you a bitch." He didn't look at me as he said that.
"Sirius, are you ok?" I asked, worried by his expression. He looked like something inside him had broken.
He didn't reply. I slowly moved my hand to his face and brushed the long, black hair out of his eyes. He pressed his hand to mine, moving it to his lips and kissed the inside of my palm.
"You can tell me, you know." I breathed, moving closer to him. "I won't say anything. And I… well… I care about you."
"I care about you too." He muttered into my palm.
I leaned against his chest and he put an arm around me, pulling me as close to him as I could be and stroked my hair. It felt weirdly nice.
I thought he wasn't going to say anything, we sat like that for so long. But finally he began.
"I went back. My uncle Alphard died. I went to the funeral. They were all there. My father.. he didn't want me there. And he let me know" Sirius whispered hoarsely.
He pushed me away and lifted his shirt to show me his back. It was covered in cuts and bruises. I audibly gasped.
"They're magical so we can't heal them." He muttered, matter of factly.
"Oh, Sirius." I pulled him to his feet and wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on tiptoes. His arms found my waist and I felt him bury his face into my neck.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered. "I've been such a bitch to you. You don't deserve it. I don't know why I do it, I really haven't got a fucking clue."
"You're not a bitch, Lynn. You're…" He paused. "You're amazing. I'm sorry I never told you."
I pulled back from our hug so we were forehead to forehead. His gaze was intense. I could probably have counted the blue flecks in his stormy grey eyes if I'd wanted to. I felt his breath on my cheek, it gave me goosebumps on my arms and legs.
Without any warning at all, he leaned in closer and his lips found mine. After the initial shock wore off, I found myself roughly pulling him towards me and responding enthusiastically. He moaned when I gently sucked on his bottom lip and squeezed my waist hard.
We moved in sync, our kiss heating up quickly. I felt so complete, an electric current surging through me.
Sirius stumbled and we somehow ended up back on the couch, myself under him, gripping onto each other like our lives depended on it.
He moved his hands down my ribs to my thighs. I made a small noise of pleasure in the back of my throat. This didn't feel like hooking up with all those other guys. This felt so real. So good.
"Lynn." Sirius leaned back, pushing his hair away form his face and trying to catch his breath.
"No, come back." I closed my eyes and touched his bare chest with my hand. When had his shirt come off?
"If- we- don't- stop- now…" He breathed heavily and caressed my collarbone.
"I don't want to stop." I whispered, I could feel him digging into my upper thigh.
He moaned again and tried to work my crop top over my head. I sat up and pressed my breasts against his chest.
"Lynn, I- I need you." He said and stroked my hair gently.
"I need you, too Sirius." I pressed my lips to his forehead, shining with a sheen of sweat. His silver eyes were dark with desire.
He pushed me back down onto the couch and trailed kisses down my chest, briefly stopping to skillfully unclip my bra.
"You're perfect." He whispered looking me straight in the eye and softly touching each breast.
He wriggled out of his black jeans and boxers in one go. I simultaneously pulled my shorts and undies off. For some reason, I was nervous. I'd had sex so many times it didn't even mean anything anymore. But this… this was different. This meant something.
I breathed in sharply as I caught sight of him. I'd never wanted someone inside me more than now.
He positioned himself at my entrance, but paused.
"What's wrong," I groaned, unable to handle the tension.
"Lynn are you sure you want this?" He asked, and really looked at me. He studied my face and I studied his. His strong jawline and aristocratic nose. His long black hair that was always falling into his face and his perfect lips. His eyes. His soft, kind eyes that revealed all his pain and suffering. His eyes that also showed me how much he really truly cared about me. It scared me a little. But it also felt good.
"I want you." I said softly, really meaning it. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, a kiss filled with emotion, before thrusting inside me.
I moaned as he moved inside me. Nothing had ever felt this right. I could feel him shaking as he held me as tightly as he could without breaking me, each thrust he gripped me tighter.
We breathed heavily together, moving our hips perfectly in time. My veins felt like they were on fire, my nails digging into his chest slightly.
"Oh Lynn." He moaned into my ear. "You are amazing."
With one final movement I felt him finish inside me. This pushed me over the edge completely and I finished too with a loud sigh of pure pleasure.
We didn't move for a moment, sweaty and shaking, still holding one another as closely as we could.
He kissed my temple and sat up, removing himself.
I was still shaky as we slowly put our clothes back on. I didn't know what to say. That had been so intense, so incredible.
Sirius didn't say anything either. But after he pulled his shirt back on, he shifted me so he could lie back on the couch and pulled me close to him, so I was lying beside him. He wrapped a protective arm around me and turned on his side so I could see his face properly. He was smiling. A real smile. One that lit up his whole face.
I smiled too, leaning into his shoulder. This was so strange. Just lying here with him, it felt like a balloon was filling my chest, keeping me afloat. I was so content.
We lay there in silence for a few moments longer. I started to feel him shift uncomfortably and sat up, still resting my elbows on his chest.
"Wh-what's wrong?" I asked cautiously. I was starting to feel nervous for some reason.
Sirius sat up too, looking vexed. He removed my hands from his chest and stroked my cheek gently before sighing and opening his mouth to speak.
"I'm sorry Lynn. I'm really sorry."
"Why are you sorry? I don't understand." I shifted myself so I was no longer touching him.
"I mean, my uncle just died and I'm hurting so much and you, you just walked in here right when I was at my lowest looking so—" He stopped and broke eye contact.
"Yeah I know you're hurting. I'm hurting too. It's my ball tomorrow and I'm terrified!" I replied and shakily stood up. I knew where this was going.
Sirius stood up too and faced me. "Exactly, that's my point. We're both hurting and we were both here and I just don't… we shouldn't have done this. This was a mistake."
I visibly recoiled, stung by his last sentence.
"I was a mistake." I repeated slowly, my blood beginning to boil in a quiet rage.
"Not you!" He exclaimed. "This, using eachother like this to feel better."
"What's the difference? This, me—it's the same thing really." My voice was rising. I was trying to convey how much this hurt with anger.
"I just mean…" He sighed and stepped back, looking sad. "This is going to hurt you more in the long run."
"What the FUCK, Black!" I was shaking with anger, my fists clenched. "You go from calling me beautiful and perfect and fucking having sex with me to saying this was a mistake? WHAT. THE. FUCK."
"Lynn, I… you are… but I—" He stammered, stumbling forward to touch me.
I jerked myself away. "No, Black. Don't you fucking touch me."
I could feel my eyes prickle. There was no way I was going to cry in front of Sirius Black, again, especially after what had just happened. So I turned around and left James' flat with a bang of the front door.
Behind me I heard something breaking, crashing to the floor.
In the lift I tried to pull myself together and stop myself from crying, refusing to let it happen again. I knew what I needed right now.
There was a public telephone box outside James' flat. I pulled the door open. It smelled like piss, but it was the best I had. I hesitated slightly after picking up the phone, my painted fingernail hovering over the dialpad.
I glanced up quickly at James' flat window and noticed a figure pacing back and forth in front of it. It could only be Black. My chest tightened and I dialed.
Barry answered after three soft rings.
"You've got Barry." He mumbled, probably having just been woken up.
"Hey Bazza" I said quietly. "It's Lynn Rivelli. I've changed my mind about the ecstasy."
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