WHO CAN SAY NO TO SIRIUS BLACK?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character recognizable from Harry Potter's books, they're J. K.'s . Although, she could have given me Sirius... So I could have kept him alive and all for me! *sigh*
And...
ANNE( v )79 - I'm more than glad you think my fic is fantastic. This chapter is dedicated to you.
Nie Starwhistler - I'm carrying on!
04_Natalie, the one not too nice if awaken before 10 pm.
Natalie tossed and turned on her bed, unwilling to wake up. If only the damn bell stopped ringing! She would ignore whoever it was, Natalie decided. And it worked for at least 10 seconds. Then, the bell started to ring again.
Groaning, she got up and dressed her night robe above her flannel pajama, forcing herself to leave her warm, cozy room. She stumbled downstairs, barely managing not to kick all the furniture off of her way.
"What!?!" She pulled the door open.
"Tsk, tsk... You never were a morning person..." Sirius was leaned against HER doorframe, dressed in white trousers, deep red T-shirt and tennis. Above all, a black robe hung lose upon his shoulders and he had he's sunglasses.
"How..." she stuttered. Natalie couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses but she was sure they were smiling.
"Your adorable assistant, Carla, told me you had taken the day off. So I decided to pop up and drag you along with me in my search for a decent house for a decent man."
Natalie was divided between laugh and snort, so a weird sound escaped from her mouth. "You know, people are used to communicate before they go visit someone's house. And they don't come at nine and thirty am at all!" as an afterthought she added. "And take off this stupid glasses."
"No need to be rude." Sirius said while slowly took off the so spoken glass and hooked it on his T-shirt. "If you want to see my beautiful, charming eyes all you have to do is ask. I know that you like them."
"I won't deny you have... interesting eyes. But I appreciate to stare into the eyes of my interlocutor, if you don't mind." Suddenly, Natalie remembered she was wearing only her flannel pajamas with teddy bears, and that her hair was probably a mess, and that she hadn't brushed her teeth yet.
Sirius noticed her discomfiture but pretended he had seen nothing. Well, if she won't invite me in... He walked past the door – and past Natalie – going to sit at her couch.
"Nice flat you have here." He commented. Like Natalie, the apartment was simple and objective. Some impressionists pictures hung on the walls, the furniture was modern and useful – most in chrome-plated steel. There wasn't carpets on the floor – she was allergic – there were some orchidaceous though. And jasmines of course. She loved them.
Sirius looked at his clock on his left arm. "You have fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes for what?" Natalie questioned, still asking herself why she hadn't hexed him out of her house.
"To get ready, of course!" he said as if she was some child that needed to be explained every little thing. "I'll wait right here." Then he grinned wickedly. "Unless you need my help with shower and get dressed..."
Natalie snorted and went upstairs.
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"Com'on, Natalie. Smile for a change!" Sirius was definitely in a good mood.
"It's midday, I'm sleepy, I'm hungry and my bloody feet are hurting for walk too much because you decide to buy a house at Muggle England and not rent a car. We already visited seven houses and you hated all of then. So, don't ask me to smile." She grumbled.
"Relax. I promise you that this is the last house..." Sirius looked down at her. "For today. And then I'll feed you something."
They stopped in front of a Victorian house at Bournemouth, Dorset. The house had two floors, but wasn't enormous. Just the enough for a family to live comfortably. From what Natalie could see, all the rooms had a balcony. And the view was the best possible. The front part was turned to the Bournemouth Gardens.
"Sirius, are you sure you want to see this house? I mean, this is Bournemouth! Full of tourists and all... You'll have to be ten times more forewarned. And we both know how careless you are. Do you still have that flying motorcycle?" Natalie shivered. She never ever liked flying. Truth to be told, she hated it.
"Of course I do! Hagrid kept it for me. And about living here... Do you by any chance know that Mary Shelley lived here? And J. R. R. Tolkien? Can you imagine that? Live in the same place of the only wizard born in the Middle-Earth age that lived until the 20th Century!" Sirius smiled at her surprised expression. "Besides, I love the Carnival."
"Okay. Let's finish with it before you decide to go for a ride in one of those horrible balloons." She knocked on the door.
The muggle commission agent opened the door, all smiles and happiness. Natalie moaned and Sirius shot her an warning look.
"Good afternoon! Please, come in. I'm Jefferson Junior, but you can call me Jeff." The young blonde man in a cream-color tailored suit greeted them. "I'm so happy to show this house to you! It's one of our bests. When they told me that someone had interest on it I HAD to offer me as the agent..."
After a half an hour tour around the place – with Jeff babbling about the oh-so magnificent mansion, Sirius politely listening and showing real interest and Natalie taking note of every detail of the house – they were back at the lounge.
"It's decided!" Sirius said with a smile to Natalie.
"Great!" Jeff clapped his hands. "You'll be very happy here. Are you married already?" he asked eagerly.
Sirius laughed. "No!" then, with a side glance at the woman admiring a painting by Edgar Degas, he added. "Not yet."
Jeff seemed even more happy with that. "I'll take the contract."
Sirius's eyes followed Jefferson out of the room. When he vanished through a door, Sirius turned to Natalie. "What do you think?"
She rolled her eyes. "This Jefferson Junior guy is gay."
Sirius shoot her an amused look. "Just for the way he dresses and acts?"
"No! For the way he stares at you." Natalie crossed her arms above her chest and faced him.
"And which way is it?" Sirius teased, a smile full of impishness playing on his face.
She blushed. "Like he's a hunter and you're a fresh piece of meat hanging above his mouth." She avoided his eyes. This is getting embarrassing.
He laughed whole-heartedly. "You are jealous."
"Am not!" Natalie pouted.
"Yeah, right... Anyway, I'll buy the house."
"Ok. Go buy me an ice cream while I wait Jeff come back. Then I'll take the contract and you can sign it during lunch!" she forced a bright smile.
"Ha! You're trying to keep me away from him..."
"Am not!" Natalie turned her back on him to hide her flushed face.
Sirius grinned inwardly. He walked in her direction noiselessly... And almost gave Natalie a heart attack when he encircled her waist with his arms.
"You should know by know what I like." He whispered huskily in her hear.
"I-I.." she stuttered. Natalie closed her eyes to try to get some sense – a very hard task to do with Sirius' muscled body pressed against hers. Slowly he bent down to kiss her neck. A long, intimate caress that made Natalie gasp.
"Sirius, my ice cream... It's really hot here." As soon as the words left her mouth, Natalie realized how stupid it sounded.
Sirius reluctantly let go off her. But he was content with the results of his quest so far. Sooner or later, Natalie would have to admit... And he would have her back, just as he had fifteen years ago.
"I'll be right back." He murmured.
Natalie wouldn't know to answer how long she just stood there, still feeling Sirius' warm lips on her skin. It was Jeff's disappointed voice that brought her back.
"Mr. Black already left?"
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I hope this one was better that the last! At least it was longer... I swear that the romance stuff is coming!
