Soooooo I'm typing this rather than sleeping even though I haven't slept in roughly a month. Sorry if it's shit.
"I miss the sound of your voice/ And I miss the rush of your skin/ And I miss the still of the silence/ As you breathe out and I breathe in/ If I could walk on water/ If I could tell you what's next/ I'd make you believe/ I'd make you forget/ So come on, get higher, loosen my lips/ Faith and desire and the swing of your hips/ Just pull me down hard/ And drown me in love/ So come on, get higher, loosen my lips/ Faith and desire and the swing of your hips/ Just pull me down hard/ And drown me in love…" – Matt Nathanson, "Come On Get Higher"
Sirius was not fond of being prodded in the ribs, or anywhere in general, especially when he was sleeping. Once this was the fifth or sixth time of him being prodded, he finally opened his eyes to figure out how to move Kitten without disturbing her so that his lungs would not be unprotected throughout the rest of the night, but instead was met face-to-face with a wide, tilted grin and manic eyes behind glasses.
"Fuck off, James," he hissed as his best friend gleefully glanced down at the sleeping brunette.
"Kitchen, now," he ordered, still with the dopey grin, and moved to go and start coffee. Sirius sighed and carefully extracted himself from between her and the couch, giving a small smile when she curled in tighter around herself and hummed. Meeting his messy haired friend in the kitchen, he was greeted by having a cup of coffee shoved into his face. He sighed lengthily and took it, glancing back at him as he sat at the table, his own cup in front of him, and staring back at him expectantly. If James thought that this was going to be a short chat, coffee wouldn't have been brought into play. However, James either made coffee too sweet or too bitter, and Sirius was not looking forward to either taste just yet.
Sitting down across from him, Sirius propped his head up on his hand as James started getting the grin back.
"Anything you want to talk about?" James questioned.
"How you're a fucking weirdo?" he stated instead, knowing that he could've spent this time watching the back of his eyelids, rather than playing Twenty Questions with James.
"I was thinking specifically on your thoughts of the sleeping brunette you had squished against you," James hummed, sipping at his coffee and pulling a face. Sirius grimaced as James immediately began running his tongue over his teeth, as if checking for any cavities that had suddenly sprung up.
"I was thinking that I'd much rather go back to sleep with her squished up against me again," he stated.
"Padfoot," James began, scooting the mug away and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Don't you think you've gotten a bit…attached?"
"So you're saying I should be distant from the woman who is pretending to be my fiancé?" he arched an eyebrow, forcing James to roll his eyes.
"Sirius, honestly, it's one thing to pretend, but think about how you've been acting around this girl. Tugging on her belt loops, displaying actual manners, saying 'sorry' to her, being a pervert around her – for Merlin's sake, Sirius, you've named her!" James was leaning across the table to whisper to him, "If you were pretending, you wouldn't have gone and gotten yourself attached to her!"
"I am not attached!" he hissed back.
"Oh please," James scoffed, "You're as attached to her as I am to Lily."
"I am so bloody not," Sirius argued.
"Well, fine, go on," James settled back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding him along, "Prove me wrong."
"I'm not married to her," he pointed out.
"Didn't say you were," James quipped back dully.
"I…err…I don't care who she dates."
James began to grin, "You fucking liar, you do too."
Sirius blanched and scratched his chin, "I…err…uhh…." He blinked, thinking through all the times that James had been worried about Lily's safety, floored by how Lily looked, grinning at her when she needed it. He sat back in his own chair, staring up at the ceiling and trying to think of a way that was different from how he acted around Kitten.
"Sirius, just tell me this," he began, worriedly looking at him again, "Are you going to be okay when she leaves?"
Sirius opened his mouth to answer that it would, of course, be difficult, but he would be able to manage. Instead, the first thought that popped out was, "Maybe she doesn't have to leave."
James dragged a hand across his face before settling his chin on it, "Sirius, of course she does. She's got her own life back there."
"But she's got one here, too," he argued.
"No, she doesn't," he shook his head, "She's acting through everything. For them. I mean, yeah, she's helping us out too, I'm not nullifying that, but the original reason that she came here was to help them. And they're the reason she's going to want to go back."
"But what if she had a reason to stay?" Sirius asked.
"Padfoot," James gave a sad laugh, "Do you really think she'd be the type of girl to drop everything, just for a bloke?"
Sirius gave a small snort as well, "Guess not. Partly why I like her, I guess." The two were silent for a while, James staring off at a small painting hanging on the side of a cabinet, while Sirius returned to looking up at the ceiling. "Prongs?" Sirius finally called out.
"Yeah, Padfoot?" he blinked.
"Were you really this bonkers about Lily? Is this what properly fancying a girl does to your brain?"
James snorted, grinning as Sirius cracked a grin as well before the two were coughing back laughs, trying to let Hermione sleep. Soon, though, James kicked Sirius's leg, still with the manic grin on his face, "It gets worse, Mate."
"Damn," Sirius sighed, tilting his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose, "I was hoping it'd stop here."
"Oh hell no," James chuckled, standing and pouring the coffees out in the sink, "It gets much worse. You might even want to marry the poor girl."
Sirius pulled a face, his nose wrinkling before he shook his head, his hair flying various directions, "If that ever happens, just give me a couple of good whacks with a phonebook, alright?"
"Do we even have a phonebook?" James question, looking around the kitchen and scratching his head before turning back to his friend with wide eyes, "Do we even have a phone?"
"Fuck if I know, we didn't when I lived here," Sirius shrugged as he stood, "Maybe Lily put one in."
"Hell if I know," James shrugged before moving and ruffling up his friend's hair, "You'll get through it, Pads. I think."
"Again, fuck if I know," Sirius shrugged, wincing through a grin with James before James returned back upstairs, Sirius coming back into the living room and leaning against the frame. He tilted his head and watched Hermione breathe in and out slowly, still curled up and clutching the pillow before releasing a sigh. Sirius moved to sit on the coffee table, reaching over to move a curl away from her eye. Moving carefully, he climbed back into his position, wrapping an arm around her and slowly tugging her into him. She murmured softly, leaning further into him so that his heartbeat was drumming against her back. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as she sighed again.
Yup. He was fucked. But it was probably the best way a bloke could go. It would still be hell when she left, however, and it would be even harder now that James knew, but still...moping after a girl from another time seemed a pretty badass way to waste away his life.
So I spent a month working on Cat in the Hat, and I spent about a month thinking that Cute Narrator Guy liked me, as he's been sending a lot of those cheesy teenage boy signals, but here I am, after the last show, short exactly one cute narrator guy. *pouts* He was so cute, guys. I don't think I'll be able to get over it for a while. *sighs* I shipped it! My friends shipped it! We should've been canon!