DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, due to copyright laws, I do not own Siriusly Sexy Sirius, James 'Hotter' Potter, Lily 'Heavens!' Evans, or any other characters from the imagination of JKR. Same goes for places, and some words. I do, however, own Quinn Genevieve Reynalds. :)

DEDICATION: This one is for you, for sticking with me thus far. Oh, and for Katie, because she is amazing. Thanks to Nikki for betaing the last few chapters, because I have lost all confidence in my writing atm, love you all.

A/N: Ew, how long has it been since I last updated? I'm sorry, I've just been losing my flare lately and not wanting to write at all. I had to get this chapter done though, purely because I couldn't keep it bottled up inside me forever, and it was kinda obvious, haahaa. Also, I hated chapter.. 12 (?) so much, (The hospital scene one) that I'm thinking of just deleting it? Tell me what you think via review or inbox. :) A little bit of a warning, this chapter is more mature than other - not ludicrously, but there's more sexual innuendo. From this chapter on, things get a little interesting, to say the least. So, read on, enjoy, and tell me what you think.

"I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you, you wanna touch me too, everyday but all I have is time, our love's the perfect crime. I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you, you wanna touch me too, every way and when they set me free, just put your hands on me. " - The All-American Rejects

Chapter Fourteen: I Wanna

James tugged urgently on Lily's hand, pulling her quickly up the spiraling stone staircase that lead to the Gryffindor dormitories. Looking back at her, he noticed her eyes widen at the wonder of what was soon to come her way. Almond shaped and entrancing, they sparkled a deep emerald in the dim glow from the candles that were bolted to the castle walls, and James was forced to slow in fear of causing her to trip over the hem of her long, dark cloak. He shot her a smile, eager to wipe the look of nervousness from her pretty little face and instead replace it with an emotion of a complete opposite nature; longing.

Apprehensively, she smiled slowly back. She was petrified, of course she was, but there was nothing in the whole world – wizarding or Muggle – that she wanted even relatively as much at that precise moment; not eternal happiness, not the power to preform every spell in wizarding knowledge, not even perfect N.E.W.T grades. All Lily wanted was to get the boy that she had so suddenly fallen in love with, and finally give every part of herself to him. That way, she really could be his forever. There was nothing else to it.

At the top of the stairs, the redhead pushed James hard against the wall behind his back, slamming her lips against his own hungrily in an attempt to push the fear away from her mind, in an attempt to not worry about the pain such an act could cause, not worry about the never ending list of consequences that kept building up in her mind.

Lily's personality alteration would never cease to surprise herself tonight, but she would also never cease to worry about every little thing - every single exam, every single sheet of homework, and every single kiss. She would look for answers to things that had never even asked her questions, would perhaps even search the whole world wide for said answers. But tonight was the night, the night when, no matter what happened, she would never be able to take it back, and time was ticking away.

Seventeen years old and still a virgin. If she hadn't have had her lips crushed against the boy beneath her grasp, Lily would have blushed at the very thought, not sure whether to be proud of the fact or even more nervous. The prissy little virgin girl hooks up with the legend-of-a-lay that is James Potter. Well, wasn't that just snazzy? It could be worse, at least it wasn't Sirius Black.

Pulling back from the tight embrace, Lily sighed as silently as she could, aware that being caught could lead to nothing less than expulsion. Even being Gryffindor prefect and a total goody-two-shoes wouldn't help her out much if she was spotted getting hot and heavy just outside the door to her boyfriend's dorm, and that in itself would make her seem like nothing less than the tramp that she never would - and never could - be. James was the only one for her; he was the only one who deserved her, and she couldn't ask for anyone better... could she?

"Lily..." James began to sigh, running his tongue over his lips slightly as he pulled the girl back against him, his hands either side of her waist. All he received was a silencing look from the girl in question, who swooped down to capture his lips once more, loving nothing more than the feeling of being in control, of knowing what she wanted. At least, it felt that way.

Yet James didn't return the over-eager kiss, instead slowing down the speed of her lips into something much softer, more gentle. He loved her, and right now, she needed to know that. She needed to know that he would be happy with her decision, no matter what it was. He could wait for her forever, and he happily would, just to call her his own. Kissing her gently was his way of wearing his heart on his sleeve, and Lily couldn't stop herself from grinning. He was perfect.

"James," she replied, her voice a little hoarse from the excess amount of kissing and passion running between the two hormone ridden teenagers. "I want this. It has to be you." She was speaking the question that he wasn't fast enough to ask her, having known that it was on his mind from the beginning, ever since they'd stepped through the common room and avoided the evidently interested gazes from the Marauders who had been seated around the fire. It was almost as though the Marauders had known. Perhaps they had. Or perhaps it was just fate; luck. Whatever it was, they sure as hell knew not to head up to the dorm for at least another hour. "I love you."

Nodding his head, ruffled hair sticking up from the hands that had been repeatedly raked through it, James once more took Lily by the hand, placing a tiny kiss against her soft, glowing lips, eager to taste every inch of her, learn every curve off by heart. It was all his dreams in a big bundle, and it was all happening at once. The moment that he smiled down at her, warmth and love set on his face, Lily knew that he really was the one.

He pushed open the door, sealing Lily's lips in his own yet again, hating the feeling of being separate from her for more than a single, heartbreaking second. Without her, he felt lost, without her, he felt like he would never be happy again. But with her was something completely different, something completely new. He liked new, the feeling of kissing Lily's lips. That was, he liked it until he looked past her, into the room behind him.

"Holy crap!" Lily span quickly around at the sound of James' cussing, her lips remaining in a pout and her hand still firmly clasped in his own larger one, their hold tight from the mix of emotions the two young lovers felt. Lily's mouth dropped with an audible clunk, a sudden silence overthrowing her, and she truly felt as though her eyes were burning from the sight in front of her. That was, if she hadn't felt as though she could pass out from shock any minute. Shock, or horror, whichever was unclear.

They forgot about one Marauder.

There, in Sirius Black's bed, the covers pushed just a little down from the pillows, was the shaggy haired boy himself. And he wasn't alone.

Strewn across him, the curve of her back pointing in the direction of the new comers, was a slim brunette girl, wearing nothing but a musky lilac coloured silk bra, the straps of which were covered by her mass of chocolate curls that were currently the residency of Sirius' hands.

It was only then that the squeals came, the high pitched noise shooting itself from Lily's puffy lips as she buried her face into James' chest, clamping her bitten nailed hands over her ears to prevent her already damaged brain from further damage, moans and gasps included. James' arms dropped around her, and he stared wide mouthed at the scene before him, Sirius' face finally appearing around the side of the almost fully naked body atop him, a guilty grin on his face that screamed 'you got me'. But James had walked in on such an embarrassing situation before, right? Why was this one so different? Because he was with Lily? Because he had wanted the room for himself? No, it was none of that...

It was the girl that he had wrapped around his waist, and perhaps even his little finger, for he had a knack for that, being the Gryffindor playboy. Biting her glossy lips in fear, one strand of brown hair slipping in front of her face in shame, Quinn Reynalds stared straight back up at James through her startling blue eyes, eyes that she quickly cast down in embarrassment. After all, what could she do? If she was to leave the bed now, she would have to show James more of her body than she had ever planned on. But things that she never planned tended to have a habit of happening in the end. Like how she'd told herself she would never date a sleaze like Sirius Black. If you could really call it dating.

As usual, it was Sirius himself that broke the silence, his voice cutting it straight down the middle. "Oops."

Oops indeed, as Lily glanced around at that moment and caught sight of her best friend's guilt stricken face, their eyes meeting and widening at exactly the same second. That was the one thing Lily hadn't noticed, exactly who it was shagging Sirius. And Quinn was the absolute last person she ever thought would even display any affection towards him, yet alone sleep with him. Everyone knew Quinn despised his very presence, right? Wrong, clearly.

"Hey, Lils," Quinn murmured, her voice low and slightly musical despite the situation that she was slap bang in the middle of. Her eyes spoke it all as they roamed Lily's face, while the body that they belonged to quickly pulled on her matching pair of silk pants beneath the covers. At least she had that much dignity. Lily just stared, stared, and stared until she felt like her eyes would dry up completely if she didn't look away.

Glancing up at the boy whose arms were still wrapped protectively around her, as though they were trying to shield her from the sight just across the room from her and right before her eyes, Lily silently questioned him, but he just grimaced back down, continuing to stare as though his eyes were drawn to the sight that he clearly found fascinating. To be honest, James was just thinking about what a congratulations Sirius deserved for finally getting himself into her lilac panties, a colour that could even match his own lilac boxers, if he had chosen to keep them on. Still, Quinn Reynalds. Score.

"James Potter!" Lily snapped, her eyes narrowing into his as he finally averted them to stare back at her face, a look of fear now riddled upon his own expression at the sight of his girlfriend clearly bubbling up with too many emotions to control, even for a girl. That couldn't be good, not when she was just seconds from exploding and he was exactly the target she was aiming for. "Could you please stop staring at my best friend's breasts?" It wasn't a request, it was a demand.

"As for you two," she continued, glaring instead at Quinn and Sirius as she searched for a reasonable response. "Put some clothes on!" She tugged James from the room, slamming the door with a bang, no longer wanting to have to face such a sight when she could barely even stand straight from all the emotions pumping through her body. As for James: he just grinned. That's his girl, alright.

James slung his arm around Lily's tensed shoulders, pulling her from her trance. Seated on the soft, red love-seat in front of the glowing fire, she nibbled on her fingernails delicately, her eyes staring vacantly into the flickering embers. Looking up at the boy beside her, she smiled a ghost of a smile, an expression that held no true emotion to it, just worry and a sense of disbelief that was eating her up on the inside. She slowly pulled up her legs against her chest, leaning into James' completely relaxed body, slouched on the sofa.

They couldn't have looked more opposite; James' fingers repeatedly tapping against the plush arm of the sofa as his other hand rubbing circles into the side of his girlfriend's sleeves, whilst Lily herself sat hunched up against his soft body, a frown on her forehead as she hacked away at her fingers with her teeth, gnawing away at every single pretty little nail. And yet, they matched like no one else ever could, her petite frame moulded perfectly in with his much more muscled, taller, form, almost as though they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that went side by side, hand in hand.

"Hallelujah!" James suddenly exclaimed at the sight of his best friend swaggering down the stairs with a stupid grin on his face, as though he hadn't just been caught in the act of shagging his best friend's girlfriend's best friend, and mortal enemy... as confusing as that was. His dark jeans were slightly creased, a single hole in the left knee as though he was trying effortlessly to add sex appeal, and his light grey top hugged every one of his abs in a way that made many a girl sigh and Lily roll her eyes.

As Quinn appeared behind him in her Hogwarts robes, her hands ferociously running through her hair as she tried to disentangle it of the state it was in – apparently from Sirius' hands gripping it so – Lily jumped up off the sofa, cocking her head slightly in their direction, a searching look on her face.

"Someone took their time," James muttered at Sirius bounding across to them, dropping carelessly into the armchair opposite the sofa. He glanced up at Quinn, a sly sparkle in his eyes, patting his knees as though motioning for her to sit on them. As if. By the look of disbelief and disgust on Quinn's face, that was the last thing she would be doing. Instead, she seated herself on the very edge of the chair's arm, a guilty look on her face as she stared apologetically at Lily. Why, though, she never knew.

Perhaps it was the fact that she had been going behind her best friend's back in dating someone who was completely maybe a little out of bounds, being James' best friend and all. But it wasn't as though Lily liked him, right? Or maybe it was just the overall fact that – duh – Quinn Reynalds hated Sirius Black, flesh and blood... Obviously not.

"Well, y'know, had to finish up, didn't I?" Sirius replied with a wink, flinging his arm around Quinn's waist and attempting to pull her onto his knees, to which he received a playful slap on his shoulder that was nothing compared to the death stare that she shot out of her blue eyes at him. If looks could kill, both of the Gryffindors would be dead by now, with the look of pure disgust on Lily's face, her eyes blazing as she dropped back down into James' arms, melting into his body and his eyes at the same time, her heart rate slowing from his touch and a sudden sense of calm washing over the burning anger coursing through her veins.

Silence. A whole two minutes of silence, James again tapping his fingers in an almost annoying rhythm whilst holding Lily as close to his warmth as possible, aching to stop the shivers he felt sweeping over her body; Lily glaring across at Sirius with all of the hate that she could muster, her lips forming a thin line on her translucent face; Quinn seated as far from Sirius on the arm as possible, nibbling her lips and trying her damned hardest to catch her best friend's eyes, one long leg crossed over the other, her skirt pulled down to her knees – a length that she wouldn't dare wear it usually – to protect the rest of her dignity that still remained intact. And then there was Sirius, the one boy in the room that pretty much everyone hated at that exact moment, and yet he just slouched down in the soft armchair, the grin still on his face, his hand running circles on the bottom of Quinn's spine as he glanced between James and Lily, alternating between his 'damn, I just pulled' grin, and his huge puppy dog eyes.

Why did everyone hate him? For many reasons. Lily hated the way he was using her best friend as some kind of toy, a toy that he would discard at his first chance and leave broken and misused, James hated the way that he was tearing Lily apart before tying her up in complicated knots and repeated the process again and again, and Quinn just hated every single thing about him – especially the fact that he wouldn't get his freaking hand off of her back for one tiny second!

The silence was broken with a quick clearing of a throat, before James forced the words out that he knew he didn't want to know the answer to, yet thought he already did. This was Sirius Black they were talking about, he was a user, he had never once been in love, and James doubted that Quinn was any different, as cocky and confident as she came over. "Are you two serious?"

Lily caught his eye as he glanced down to check her expression, hoping that he hadn't pushed them into territories that Lily wasn't ready to visit yet, even if they had just walked into the one territory that neither of them had ever wanted to walk into. Her lips forming the tiniest smile at the worry on his face, Lily nodded at him, one finger stroking the side of his cheek to let him know she was okay, that she was just scared for Quinn, that she would rather Sirius get his filthy hands off of her at that exact moment before he hurt her further. But she couldn't live Quinn's life for her, right? After all, Quinn was never serious.

The sudden grin on her face proved as much, her blue eyes glittering in the soft glow of the fire. She ran one hand through her still messy locks, winking at Lily as their eyes caught, a sign that everything was okay, that she was still the same person, no matter how many secrets would be uncovered, no matter what she was hiding from her as she opened her puffy lips to reply. "Well... he is, but my name is-" At the look on Lily's face, Quinn broke off, ignoring the laugh that was coming from the boy beside her and the half grin on James' face as he thought Lily wasn't looking, a grin that he quickly concealed with a abrupt cough.

Instead, she nodded, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth and staring down at her red shoes nervously, too afraid to meet her best friend's eyes. Not that what she said would matter, Sirius was nothing, he was just a boy, just a boy that she would end everything with if Lily asked. No one mattered to Quinn the way that Lily did. Without the swish of red hair that she saw every morning, she would feel lost, unsure of what way to go. She knew that she could never live life without her best friend, had already felt the pain of a loss before without losing Lily.

"Why didn't you tell me?" It was the first thing that Lily had spoken to the pair since they had entered the room, and Quinn felt her heart twang at the sound of genuine hurt in her sweet voice. Lily felt her cheeks grow wet with a sudden rush of tears caused only by the betrayal that she felt, losing the feeling that she could tell Quinn everything, that they would talk about everything, that they knew every single secret about each other. She would never have cared if Quinn had told her herself.

"I was too scared too admit it to myself!" Quinn snapped in reply, unaware of the tears spilling down the redhead's cheeks until too late, until the words had slipped her lips. It was only when they were out that she looked back up, noticed the salty tears dripping out of her eyes, and felt the same pang of guilt run through every one of her senses. "I'm sorry..." she continued, her voice softer and barely more than a whisper as she trailed off, desperate to do nothing other than hug Lily, but afraid off the response she would receive. Instead, she just swallowed, turning to Sirius and muttering for him to get the hell off her back if he wanted to see tomorrow in one piece. Needless to say, he dropped his hands. If only he'd drop the annoying grin.

Lily, catching Quinn's eye, smiled despite herself, noticing the glimmer of tears in the blue eyes staring back at her, before they were cast down once more, the dark eyelashes covering every trace of sadness that their ever was.

"Can I ask something?" James' voice came as a surprise to all of them, as he had been seated silently for the past few moments, feeling nothing but the awkward tension between the two girl slowly suffocating him. Words couldn't say how little he understood the emotions of seventeen year old girls when they were fighting – or at any time in fact. All eyes turned to him, he continued, a frown on his forehead. "Who wears the pants?"

The question was almost laughable, but no one other than Sirius laughed at it, to which he gained himself yet another smack to the shoulder, harder than the previous. He pouted up at Quinn, who shot him a sarcastic smile before turning back to Lily, whose smile seemed to have grown now that some of the tension had been smashed from James' words punching into it. "I think we've already established that they don't."

No way had Lily Evans just used sexual innuendo. No freaking way!

All three mouths dropped open as though synchronised only by her words. James stared down at the girl in his arms, pretty certain that he had never heard her say anything in the slightest bit as sexual, even if it was still extremely innocent. The tiniest hint of sexual innuendo from Lily's lips was enough to cause an outrage, the girl who never swore, the girl who was almost perfect in every way, the girl who had barely even kissed a boy until a few weeks ago. But an outrage wasn't what ensued, instead was the heavy thickness of silence once more sweeping over them as she stared questioningly around the circle, unsure as to what caused such quiet.

Not even an owl screeched, and with the silence came the realisation that all other Gryffindors had long ago cleared off to bed in the minutes that both James and Lily had traipsed down the stairs, Lily on the verge of causing an argument. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of that. Even Remus had shoved his books into a pile before dragging Peter away from the scene that enthralled him – though, it would be hard to find anything about James that didn't enthrall him in some way or other.

Breaking the silence was one word, spoken twice at the exact same moment. "Me."

The dark haired couple turned to each other, both pairs of eyes sparkling as they stared one another out. "No, me," Quinn repeated, gritting her teeth together as malice shot through her bright eyes. Sirius only shook his head, attempting instead to push her off the chair, before opening his mouth to reply.

Lily just shook her head, glancing up at James, who grinned down at her, both thinking the same thing as he tugged her hand to lead her once more up the stairs into the dormitories.

It was going to be a long night.

A/N: Alrightttyyy, well, now that's over with, tell me what you think about this chapter/their relationship. (If anyone wants to know more about the relationship, shoot me up, and I can tell you pretty much anything that you want to know because I've written a side along story about it all to go with it, for my personal enjoyment, hahaa - if you want to read that, just inbox me or review) I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't very Lily/James, and I'm sorry Lily was a little OOC at the start (It's hard to do horny Lily, she doesn't do it well xD), but I tried to get a decent amount in here, I guess this chapter was more about Lily and Quinn's friendship than anything else. THANK YOU FOR READING!