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Title: W.O.M.A.N [A Sirius Black Tale] P.A.R.T 1.4 [Wonderfully Omniscient, Magnificently Addictive and Necessary; very Necessary.]
Tomorrow had always been Annixia's favourite day, because a world of tomorrows meant that anything was possible. However, the tomorrow after Sirius Black's midnight escapades didn't mean the impossible, but rather a very tired staff and buzzing student body.
She was glad for the chance to simply relax in Remus' office with her old friend, though, she had to admit, the concerned looks being sent her way were beginning to wear her down. It wasn't long before Remus, as expected, broke the comfortable silence.
"Annixia, are you sure you're alright? These last few days have been a bit rough, after all."
Meeting his blue gaze, she allowed her golden eyes to latch onto his and let out a small, easy smile; "These last few days have been tough on us all, Remus, and I'm not naive enough to believe that it's my reaction taking priority. Save your worry for the students, they need it more than i do, apparently."
She took a long sip from her warm milk (her head, extra sensitive as of late, couldn't handle too much caffeine and Annixia had already wasted her daily allowance) and pulled her legs to tuck up under her body.
"Way to dodge the question, Nixi; don't think i don't know what you're trying to pull." He nudged her arm gently with his elbow, looking down on her with those all seeing eyes.
Sometimes, Annixia really detested just how well he knew her.
At a loss of what to say without revealing herself, she simply shrugged her nonchalant shoulders, her fingers going to twirl a band of silver and diamond on her fourth digit out of pure habit, only to find nothing but skin.
Annixia swallowed the sudden urge to cry. What had gotten into her lately?
Under knitted eyebrows, Remus inspected her and the far off look in her usually alert eyes. He knew when to leave well enough alone, but couldn't help concerning himself with her health. She had been looking a little tired lately.
"Ok," he conceded reluctantly, "But if anything should come up, Annixia-"
"You'll be the first to know." She grinned at him; his concern truly meant a lot to her.
He slung an arm around her shoulders, just glad to see her smile and pulled her closer into the crook of his body. "Your feelings are always a priority of mine, you know."
Smiling, she placed her cup on the coffee table before them and leaned further into him. Annixia could hardly believe that, before Hogwarts, she hadn't seen her closest friend in over a decade. She wondered vaguely what the difference would be in their relationship if they had somehow kept contact.
"What would i do without you, Remus?"
She decided not to dwell on it too much.
The Quidditch Final was approaching rapidly, but, before that the school was more concerned with the coming Hogsmeade trip, one which Annixia had pulled duty on.
Both herself and Professor Vector were supposed to continuously loop or mingle within the magical town and that was how, on a frosty Saturday, she found herself wrapped close in a scarlet coat, dark blue skinny jeans, high healed ankle black boots and a matching set of black gloves and scarf.
It seemed as though every corner she turned there was a memory there, prepared to slap her in the face with a heavy hand.
As if it wasn't enough that she revisited it all in her sleep, but now when she was conscious too? A woman could only take so much.
Why was it then that she allowed her small feet to carry her to the one place that screamed to her of a possible future too far gone to remember?
Annixia wasn't sure, but that didn't stop her approaching the old, dilapidating building. How had she every gotten the courage to explore the Shrieking Shack at night when she was a teenager? It loomed so spookily...
Oh yes, of course. She wasn't alone when she had come at seventeen.
The familiar trek was short and obvious, allowing her access to the dusty 'home' with minimal effort and only two minutes time space. She sighed heavily once inside – it was barely warmer than outside, however, much cosier without the wind whipping through her bones.
She stared around the living room, void of all furniture minus a moth eaten settee in the very centre, removing her gloves and stuffing them unceremoniously in her coat pockets. It had been so long, and yet, unsurprisingly she supposed, the place hadn't changed a bit.
She moved into the foyer, tracing a finger along the walls, allowing the skin on the tip to collect the dust particles in a continuous line. Her hand graced three deep scratches for a moment and grimaced as she stroked them:
Poor Remus.
Releasing a sigh, she moved over the rickety staircase, vaguely aware that her weight may be the undoing of the wooden panels and so hurried her steps, heals clicking against the padded timber.
A warning to anyone that might be hiding within her memorabilia.
Carefully, almost hesitant, Annixia approached the only bedroom of the house, her movements cautious, as though she were preparing to be the target of some strange joke or vicious attack. She peeked inside.
Empty.
Had she expected anything different?
Confused by the feeling of disappointment welling in the pit of her stomach, Nixi frowned, crossing the threshold; careful to not push the door too hard.
She'd be taking no chances with the rickety manor.
All but crawling into the chamber, she barely glanced the window or registered the snow that had begun to fall once more, her eyes, like a magnet, drawn immediately to the wrought iron bed and the half destroyed mattress.
It puzzled her that something so insignificant could be of so much importance.
As though frightened it would bite her, she lowered herself sceptically onto the surprisingly well made quilt, her hands sweeping the soft crush velvet, eyes closing automatically. It had been so long ago...
And yet she remembered every detail perfectly.
Trembling hands, clammy skin, entangled limbs...how incredible.
Her eyes snapped open, this time with unshed tears forming a shield, she turned and laid down easily, her hand going under the pillow, the other on top as she faced the rest of the room, but took nothing in.
Her eyes fell shut once more, crocodile tears of only two paving a way down the soft skin of her face...
"Sirius, what are you doing? We can't go in there, it's forbidden to students, remember?"
Annixia checked her surroundings, just to ensure they stood alone on that humid night, hands entwined as he attempted to pull her further into the Shrieking Shack.
Of course he was succeeding, the bloody Quidditch Player.
He laughed at her reluctance.
"Come on, love, introduce a little anarchy into that monotonous life of yours."
He grinned at her cheekily and she scoffed, planting her heals into the ground right before they reached the entrance. They both halted immediately.
"I'll have you know that my life is nothing short of chaotic now, thank you very much; ever since you came along with your bloody rebellion. Monotonous my arse."
Smirking, he peaked swiftly over her shoulder and looked down.
"Now, there are many names that come to mind for that trunk of yours, sweetheart, but monotonous is certainly not among them."
She smacked him lightly across the arm for his teasing comment, hoping to pass the blush on her cheeks off as a reaction to the building heat around them in the heavy air.
By the widening smile on his face, Annixia knew she had failed.
"Pervert."
Strong arms winding around her waist, he pressed his lips gently to her forehead.
"Only for you." The mood shifted from light teasing to full blown playfulness as he swooped her up into a cradle hold suddenly, and began carrying her over the threshold.
With no other option, she linked her hands behind his neck and rolled her overbright eyes.
"Lovely; you know, if we ever do this for real, it had better be in a place with a little more hygiene than this."
The words had tumbled from her lips before she even thought them through and she automatically stiffened, expecting Sirius to do the same.
She had just implied the M word; a rookie mistake with high school boys.
With no way to rectify it, she simply awaited his response.
He didn't miss a beat, carrying her continuously up the stairs (something that, had she been paying attention, would have worried her greatly) his eyes set on hers.
"Whenwe do this for real, love, I'll have already bought you the world."
Surprised, and very thankful that neither of them were commitment phobic's, Annixia took a moment to wonder just how fast they were going.
They'd only been together four months...
Far longer than Sirius had ever even attempted.
Flattered and feeling special, Annixia let her mind wander over the different steps of their relationship so far, how sweet it had been; how wonderful.
Not perfect, obviously; but wonderful.
What had happened to the girl that had wanted to take things slow?
She supposed it had taken a page of her heart's book and missed a few beats.
Annixia certainly wasn't complaining.
Serious expression gone, Sirius nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and stepped through right into the centre of the room, twirling her once as he triumphantly announced;
"Tada!"
She laughed lightly at his boyish grin and he bounced her legs once before placing them down onto solid ground once more, keeping her hands securely locked at the back of his neck.
His immediately went to her waist.
And they just stood there for a moment, assessing each other's gazes.
His right hand slowly travelled the length of her torso, shivers erupting through her nerves and goose bumps tainting her skin, stopping on the side of her neck, thumb caressing her cheekbone lovingly.
"What did i ever do to deserve you?"
Annixia's smile was wide as she twirled a lock of ash around her forefinger, looking playfully contemplative.
"Do you believe in bad karma?"
She joked, raising her eyebrows in suggestion.
Smiling, Sirius shook his head.
"Not in this case. Whatever it was, something tells me i pleased the angels."
"Oh really?"
Annixia responded, her tone light but eyes smouldering beneath his intense stare.
She didn't miss the smirk still gracing his features, nor the fact that his hand had snaked back around her middle.
"Well they sent me you, didn't they?"
Nixi laughed loudly.
"Very smooth, love."
He grinned and nodded, loving the sound of his pet name on her lips,
"I thought so."
His head lowered to hers and she tiptoed, letting out a quick 'mhmm' of agreement before their mouths met and everything else became an insignificant blur.
Nothing could touch them as they bypassed space and slowly blended with the stars.
His tongue grazed her lips, requesting entrance.
She granted it with a slight sound of pleasure.
Sirius grinned into the kiss.
Reluctantly, in need of oxygen, they slowly pulled away and her head fell automatically into his sculpted chest, feeling the vibrations as he laughed.
Sighing her disappointment, Annixia announced that they should probably make their way back to the school.
"After all, it's just turned half ten."
She read off her watch, checking the darkness in the window for confirmation.
Since the room was still dimly lit, she assumed magic was at work around them.
Not just literally either.
Sirius laughed again;
"Why? Worried what Lily will be thinking?"
Nixi rolled her eyes.
Her redheaded friend had yet to come to terms with Sirius' unpredictability and reputation, but Annixia argued that she could hardly talk, being the exclusive mistress of none other than James Potter; the 'Pratt' himself.
As it was, Annixia found that she got on exceedingly well with her best friend's new beau, who was also, coincidentally, her beau's best friend.
If only the favour was returned.
"Believe it or not, i don't think too much on my best friend when I'm being romantic with you; in fact," She rectified, tiptoeing again to graze his lips, "I don't think about much of anything when I'm with you." Her voice had dropped to a whisper.
A growl sounded low in Sirius' throat and she smiled lightly in triumph, his lips numbing hers once more before finding her neck.
She gasped, closed her eyes and fell into his hands.
Her reaction and the new red mark on her neck proved it;
She was his.
And Annixia couldn't even protest.
"Sirius..."
His eyes reached hers again and a new feeling encapsulated her; she barely registered them walking backwards, her back meeting velvet as his skilled hands trembled over her skin, lightly grazing her stomach under the black vest top she was wearing.
But not for long.
The night became darker without either of them noticing, or caring for that matter, more clothes collected dust on the floor as they moulded into one another, their skins dancing underneath the pressure of each other's fingertips and lips.
Fire coursed through them, however, after closing her eyes in pleasure, Annixia's gaze would always meet Sirius' again, burning silver with a mesh of emotions.
They hadn't lost anything that night to each other; but they had gained something new.
Neither could quite figure out what it was but Sirius had once described it to her the best way he could:
As everything.
The sun rose and so did Annixia, tangled up in the man she loved, only to find him awake already, his tender gaze spying her shifting form.
"Good morning, Nix."
He was careful not to use any form of pet name, doubts running through his mind.
Had he been gentle enough? Did she know that he still wanted all of her? That he wouldn't be going anywhere?
Wasshegoing anywhere?
His worry washed away when that beautiful smile graced her face.
"Good morning, love."
Sirius' reactive grin caused Annixia to giggle lightly as he tightly pulled her naked body as close as possible to his, burying his face in her neck and kissing it lightly.
Again, she laughed, this time taking in the clothes splayed everywhere, not to mention their handprints on the walls, imprinted through the dust.
He just smiled down on her.
"Well," she began, trailing patterns with her fingers across the muscles of his carved chest, causing him to shiver above her, "I have to admit that right now I'm curious about Lily's reaction."
Laughing, they both knew that it wouldn't be the last time they'd find themselves on that velvet bed, tangled in one another.
The feeling of calloused skin brushing away a stray tear awoke Annixia from her bittersweet symphony of sub-consciousness and shocked her heart into overdrive.
She knew that touch...
Prying open her overbright eyes, Nixi registered the complete look of shock and regret in her dream man's eyes before her brain kicked into motion.
He was here, and here was the present...
Croaky, she whispered, numb beyond recognition;
"Sirius?"
It's long and finally here, chapter 14! Hope you enjoyed it, let me know :D