This Cookie is really more of a character sketch than anything... please tell me if any of the characteristics/traits are incorrect.
[i]Ginny Weasley.[/i] The name rolled easily off of Sirius's tongue, making him want her all the more. She stood before him now, a naive, young girl in his bedroom, a diamond in the rough. Her clothing was simple and worn, yet more alluring than any woman with more expensive tastes that had stood in that exact same spot before. Her stonewashed, ripping-at-the-seams blue jeans shrouded toned legs, the black boots upon her feet covered dainty toes and clean, unpolished nails. Her shirt was a simple short-sleeve scarlet v-neck, and it brought out the high color staining her smooth, liberally freckled cheeks.
Sirius looked at her face, a slightly frightened look upon it, but an appealing face nonetheless. Her soft-looking dark pink lips were parted slightly, he could see her chest heaving slightly, as though she had run for sometime to get there. Her eyes were big, wide open with snatches of excitement and anxiety, soulfully brown and sexily outlined in a thin layer of sepia-colored kohl, and surrounded by thick, long eyelashes of the lightest red. Ginny's small nose, freckled and cute led into a set of finely arched fiery-red eyebrows, matching the severely bright color of her wild hair, which was loose and flowing, tangling slightly with a light breeze that swept through the cave, bringing the scent of woman with it. Lightly flowery, smelling like baby powder and soap, mixed in with a hint of honey, Sirius was nearly undone by just her [I]scent[/I]. A scary thought.
He smiled lightly, letting his lips naturally curve up and said in a low voice, "Come 'ere, angel…"
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Ginny came slowly into the darkened room, muttering to her wand, "[I]Lumos![/I]" so she could see Sirius as well as he had obviously seen her in the light from the doorway. The wand lit up the exact spot where Sirius sat in his bed, naked from his lower torso up, the sheets lying lightly across his lap. Her breath caught slightly, seeing him in good spirits, no longer gaunt or hollow as he had once been. His face was full, tanned, strong-boned; his eyes shone out like two dark sapphires, glinting in the wand-light. He had a strong jaw, Roman nose, full lips, high cheekbones…
When Sirius had spoken, his voice had been rough and husky, a low tenor note that was sweet, yet highly dangerous at the same time. This was a dangerous man, Ginny reminded herself. But the reminder was of no use; she continued letting her eyes roam his body, a wonderful thing that the gods had made. It was lean, taut, muscular, yet not bulging like a body builder's. And it was, in its glory, its entirety… completely, blissfully naked, minus that sheet. Sirius patted the bed beside him, and Ginny sat down. They were arm to arm, thigh to thigh, person to person… and Ginny had never felt this way, as though she honestly belonged completely.
"Love should never be shunned, Ms. Weasley," Sirius told her, grinning like a little boy who had just received a lollipop for no apparent reason.
"I never did shun it, Mr. Black. I just refused to accept what was, for we have numerous differences," Ginny replied, putting her hand on his own, a small pale one, on hard and calloused tan skin, a large hand that had given her guidance and shown her just what it meant to be in love… And was about to show her once more.