Chapter 7 - This Is How It Is
Kayla walked towards the deserted classroom with a light step, humming to herself. She opened the door and looked around the room. They had gotten rid of the dust one their second night here. They found that if they went back to the dorms that they ended up getting questioned on where they had been if there was dust on their clothes.
The room was now looking just like any other classroom . . . minus the books, and teachers things. It had rows of students desks, a teachers desk, a small black board, chairs, and a observation table under the windows. The room still smelled like leather, and chalk though, and they couldn't figure out why, but they figured that it was better than the moldy smell of the dungeons.
Kayla saw a figure standing next to the windows and smiled. Sirius was already here. She closed the door as silently as she opened it, and whispered a locking spell.
Kayla tiptoed her way over to where Sirius was standing and slipped her arms around his waist. "Whatcha staring at?" she whispered into his ear, which she had to stand on her Tiptoes to do.
Sirius jumped a little as he felt small, strong, female arms wrap around his waist. 'Kayla,' he guessed as he rested his hands that had previously been dangling next to his sides over her hands.
He felt her stand on her toes and shivered when she whispered, "Whatcha staring at?"
Sirius sighed and somehow managed to turn around and break out of Kayla's embrace. He boasted himself on to the observation table and scooted back until his back touched the glass of the window. Sirius held out a hand to Kayla, inviting her to join him on the table, which she took ardently. She hitched herself onto the table next to him, then turned towards her right, towards Sirius, and swung her legs over his thighs, straddling him.
"What's wrong?" Kayla asked as she peered through the darkness and got a look at his expression.
Sirius looked at Kayla and shook his head. If he told her what he was thinking about, all of this, what he had dreamed about, would vanish into thin air. 'I am not going to tell her.' He told himself.
"Sirius, tell me what's wrong. Please?" Kayla begged.
Sirius leaned in towards Kayla and sealed his mouth over hers. He felt her still, then slowly wrap her arms around his neck. He nipped at the corners of her mouth, then nibbled on her lower lip. Sirius smiled when he got a groan out of Kayla and finally ran his tongue across her lips, and getting a instant reaction.
Kayla opened her mouth as soon as she felt the tip of his very talented tongue touch her lips, and sighed into his mouth as he slipped into hers. His kisses were heavenly, and made her forget about everything else that had happened, they just seemed to . . . ensnare her senses.
Sirius shifted his hands from their dormant place on Kayla's hip to under her shirt as soon as he felt her senses all focus on their kiss. But he didn't realize that the tips of his fingers were freezing, and Kayla gasped in surprise that the feeling of ten fingers - freezing fingers at that - on her skin. She dipped her hands down her body, and retracted Sirius' hands from under her shirt. "No, Sirius." She told him sternly.
"God, damn it Kayla! Why? Why not?" he demanded furiously.
Kayla shrunk back from the anger in his voice and hopped off of his lap and back on to the ground.
"Is that the only fucking reason you want to spend time with me Sirius?" Kayla yelled, she too getting mad.
"No, god damn it, it's not, but it's one of the main reasons!"
"Well you know what? I'm not having sex with you Sirius. I don't feel comfortable with that, and I'm not going to allow you to do something to me that I am not comfortable with, understand?" she yelled.
"No, I don't understand." Sirius informed her with narrowed eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You want me Kayla. I can feel it. Yet, you won't let me have you? Why not? Are you scared of sex? It's not as if any guy has the fucking nerves to rape you, and I'm not one of those who would even dare thinking of it." Sirius continued going, not noticing the paling color of Kayla's face, or the shame, and sorrow that passed through her eyes. "Hell, it's well known that if someone even tried to make an unwanted move on you he'd be in the hospital wing faster than you could blink! Hell, look at me! I've been there more times for injuries that you've given me than I have for Quidditch, so tell me what the hell you are scared of!" he finished off with a demanding tone.
"Sirius," Kayla growled. He was starting to piss her off. But her anger had given he cheeks the red tint, so she no longer looked as pale as a ghost. "If you don't respect my decisions without requiring a fucking explanation, then tuff. You don't need to know everything about me, or my life." She fumed as she stalked towards the door, harshly whispered the unlocking spell, yanked open the door, and slammed it shut with such a force that Sirius imagined the castle shaking violently.
Kayla walked towards the deserted classroom with a light step, humming to herself. She opened the door and looked around the room. They had gotten rid of the dust one their second night here. They found that if they went back to the dorms that they ended up getting questioned on where they had been if there was dust on their clothes.
The room was now looking just like any other classroom . . . minus the books, and teachers things. It had rows of students desks, a teachers desk, a small black board, chairs, and a observation table under the windows. The room still smelled like leather, and chalk though, and they couldn't figure out why, but they figured that it was better than the moldy smell of the dungeons.
Kayla saw a figure standing next to the windows and smiled. Sirius was already here. She closed the door as silently as she opened it, and whispered a locking spell.
Kayla tiptoed her way over to where Sirius was standing and slipped her arms around his waist. "Whatcha staring at?" she whispered into his ear, which she had to stand on her Tiptoes to do.
Sirius jumped a little as he felt small, strong, female arms wrap around his waist. 'Kayla,' he guessed as he rested his hands that had previously been dangling next to his sides over her hands.
He felt her stand on her toes and shivered when she whispered, "Whatcha staring at?"
Sirius sighed and somehow managed to turn around and break out of Kayla's embrace. He boasted himself on to the observation table and scooted back until his back touched the glass of the window. Sirius held out a hand to Kayla, inviting her to join him on the table, which she took ardently. She hitched herself onto the table next to him, then turned towards her right, towards Sirius, and swung her legs over his thighs, straddling him.
"What's wrong?" Kayla asked as she peered through the darkness and got a look at his expression.
Sirius looked at Kayla and shook his head. If he told her what he was thinking about, all of this, what he had dreamed about, would vanish into thin air. 'I am not going to tell her.' He told himself.
"Sirius, tell me what's wrong. Please?" Kayla begged.
Sirius leaned in towards Kayla and sealed his mouth over hers. He felt her still, then slowly wrap her arms around his neck. He nipped at the corners of her mouth, then nibbled on her lower lip. Sirius smiled when he got a groan out of Kayla and finally ran his tongue across her lips, and getting a instant reaction.
Kayla opened her mouth as soon as she felt the tip of his very talented tongue touch her lips, and sighed into his mouth as he slipped into hers. His kisses were heavenly, and made her forget about everything else that had happened, they just seemed to . . . ensnare her senses.
Sirius shifted his hands from their dormant place on Kayla's hip to under her shirt as soon as he felt her senses all focus on their kiss. But he didn't realize that the tips of his fingers were freezing, and Kayla gasped in surprise that the feeling of ten fingers - freezing fingers at that - on her skin. She dipped her hands down her body, and retracted Sirius' hands from under her shirt. "No, Sirius." She told him sternly.
"God, damn it Kayla! Why? Why not?" he demanded furiously.
Kayla shrunk back from the anger in his voice and hopped off of his lap and back on to the ground.
"Is that the only fucking reason you want to spend time with me Sirius?" Kayla yelled, she too getting mad.
"No, god damn it, it's not, but it's one of the main reasons!"
"Well you know what? I'm not having sex with you Sirius. I don't feel comfortable with that, and I'm not going to allow you to do something to me that I am not comfortable with, understand?" she yelled.
"No, I don't understand." Sirius informed her with narrowed eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You want me Kayla. I can feel it. Yet, you won't let me have you? Why not? Are you scared of sex? It's not as if any guy has the fucking nerves to rape you, and I'm not one of those who would even dare thinking of it." Sirius continued going, not noticing the paling color of Kayla's face, or the shame, and sorrow that passed through her eyes. "Hell, it's well known that if someone even tried to make an unwanted move on you he'd be in the hospital wing faster than you could blink! Hell, look at me! I've been there more times for injuries that you've given me than I have for Quidditch, so tell me what the hell you are scared of!" he finished off with a demanding tone.
"Sirius," Kayla growled. He was starting to piss her off. But her anger had given he cheeks the red tint, so she no longer looked as pale as a ghost. "If you don't respect my decisions without requiring a fucking explanation, then tuff. You don't need to know everything about me, or my life." She fumed as she stalked towards the door, harshly whispered the unlocking spell, yanked open the door, and slammed it shut with such a force that Sirius imagined the castle shaking violently.