A/N: Dear all, I'm really so so sorry for abandoning you for such a long time, but to say that I was having a writer's block can only be considered to be a BIG understatement. I'm back now, hopefully to stay, and you will be reading more from Lizzie and co very very soon. I hope you like the coming chapter, I have tried to be as tasteful as possible and I hope I succeeded. Don't forget the Rating of the story before you read this. And review review review so that I can hear what you think and improve.

"What did you say?" Sirius felt a shiver creep up his spine.

"You heard me. Make love to me." Lizzie replied quietly, her shining eyes never leaving his gaze.

Sirius' heart was beating so fast that he thought it would pound out of his chest. He had thought about this very moment many times since he started dating Lizzie, had envisaged what it would be like to hear those words and head their plea, had steadied himself many times to keep his desire in check when he knew that she was not ready. But somehow, he had never imagined it to happen like this, in the house that contained so many dark memories, in the close proximity of the family he could no longer care about.

"No," he shook his head slightly, but Lizzie was faster than him.

She kissed him gently, but the encounter of their lips was more passionate than usual, and there was an urgency about it that was hard to ignore. Lizzie's hands were plastered firmly around Sirius' neck and, as though with a mind of their own, his hands tugged her shirt out of her skirt and found their way to her naked skin. His cold hands sent goose bumps up her back, and Lizzie kissed him more fiercely, drawing him as close to her as she could.

They somehow found themselves spread over the bed, their lips never separating, and their hearts beating together as one. Then, Sirius lifted his head slightly, and moved his lips to Lizzie's throat, kissing her lightly, sucking here and there, not really sure of what he was doing, but only knowing that he wanted to do more.

Lizzie's face was bright red, and she felt a certain amount of embarrassment, but the sensation was also pleasant, and she had no intention for it to stop. She worked her way up to the top button of his shirt and started to fasten it lose. As Sirius' lips moved and explored around her ears, her throat, her face and started to search even further below, she cautiously tore away at button after button until his chest was completely exposed to her, and she could run her palms against the taut skin and caress the dark nipples with her fingertips.

His hands had moved down to her thighs, and his playful teasing with his fingers was driving her insane. Pushing him off her lightly, she half sat up and started to unbutton her own shirt. Sirius' eyes never left her, and the more skin she exposed the more his blush deepened, and the more the throbbing of his pelvis and the thumping of his heart increased. Seeing the effect she was having on him made her bold, and she bent over to remove her stockings and her skirt in one deft motion. She lay before him in only her underwear and, gently capturing both his hands, she positioned one each on her bosom and her underpants, granting him permission to explore as he pleased.

He needed no other invitation, and he explored with his fingers in places that he had only dreamed about before. She felt pleasure at what he was doing, and instinctive groans escaped from her lips as she fell back to the mattress and arched her back. Sirius' exploration continued slowly, and his lips found her collar bone and trailed to her chest, with his tongue leading the way.

He stopped then, and deftly took off his own trousers and rid himself of his opened shirt. Lizzie smiled lightly at the sight of the effect she had caused on her loved one, and moved her hands to her back to unfasten her upper undergarment.

"Stop," Sirius' hands imprisoned hers.

She looked at him confused, but with a small smile nevertheless.

"If you do that, I won't be able to stop," he said, looking down to avoid her eyes, his hands still preventing her from ridding herself of her underwear.

"But I don't want you to stop" she said sweetly to him, struggling to free herself of his arms.

"Yes, but I do." he replied softly.

She didn't say a word, but at looked at him with big eyes.

"Lizzie, please put on your clothes." he said, freeing her arms and not looking directly at her.

He looked at her as she pulled her skirt on and draped her shirt around her slowly; he could see the confusion in her look, the disappointment, and the hurt too.

"Christ, Lizzie, you think I don't want this?" he said, heart aching at the sight of her pained face.

"I've been waiting for this day for so long, I can't even believe it's really happening. I've wanted you so much, for so long…. you have no idea how much I've wanted you, how much I want you." he pulled her to him in a rough embrace, and the contact of their skin was cool, yet intense.

"But not here, Lizzie. This is an evil place; I've got practically no good memories here, it's the one place I'd never want to come back to again. I'm not about to taint my first time with you by doing anything here. It wouldn't be right. I want it to be perfect."

Across his shoulder, Lizzie closed her eyes. He couldn't see her in their embraced position, but he could feel her heartbeat steadying, and he secretly wondered if he could ever erase her hurt expression from his face.

She buried her head into his neck and whispered softly into his ear, "I love you Sirius, do you know that?"

Sirius nodded, and pressed his lips against her temple. "I love you too Lizzie, so so much."

He dared himself to look at her face and, to his surprise, he found that the expression of pain had been replaced by such a tender look which could only be interpreted as a look of love.

She fastened her buttons and sat back against the bed. "We will be continuing this discussion at a more opportune moment then," she told him with a mischievous smile. "Don't even think that you've heard the last of this."

Sirius rose to his feet, and pulled her up beside him with a low chuckle, "I certainly hope not," he said, and he bent forward and kissed her.

The next morning Wallburga and Orion spent the better part of their morning prancing around their dining room, infuriated that their son and the Potter girl had escaped from their house without their noticing.

Back at his apartment, Sirius looked down at the naked girl sleeping silently on his chest and smiled, feeling more content than he ever had in his life.