A/N Believe me I have lots of things more urgent and important to do, so I
have no idea why i keep updating. Next chapter, have fun!!!
And thank you, thank you thank you my dearest reviewers!!!! And you expect Sirius to be cleaned??? Well. Let's see.
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FIVE: JUNE NIGHT
When they appeared in front of Jill's fireplace Sirius realized that her good mood was gone. She still treated him as an intruder. He had no time to wonder how sexy she was when she smiled and how quickly could that smile disappear. She sat on the couch, covered herself with a blanket and waited.
'Well, whole story, please.'
Sirius stared at her with an uncanny grinn. That annoyed Jill, but said nothing, just began to knock the table with her fingers. Sirius put his hands on the table, leaned towards her and whispered, still drilling her eyes.
'I'm hungry.'
At first he thought that it worked: the whisper, gaze, the nearness. Jill couldn't stop staring at him. But then her beautiful eyes were covered with coldness and sarcasm again. She smiled maliciously.
'you know where the kitchen is.'
'You're not a very hearty, you know.' He said as he was standing up. 'Do you want something?' he shouted from the kitchen.
'A bottle of wine would do' she shouted back and added only to herself. 'Let's have a booze.'
'Wine, mmm, you know, Coleman, I like you.'
'You know Sirius' Jill repeated his sweetest voice but was malicious in intentions. 'Hurry up.'
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Few hours later they were still sitting in Jill's living room; Sirius on an armchair, Jill on her couch. Jill wanted not to be too interested in his story but she had to admit: it was fascinating and Sirius was presenting it as best as he could. She was following his life since his school days; got to know all his frinds, his pranks, his animagi abilities. Then he told her about his work as an Auror, his duties and how the Order was organized in England. And then he spoke about James and Lily and why Voldemort wanted to capture them, and how Sirius was involved in their death. He could speak no more. The sight of James' a Lily's bodies, totally dead bodies, lying in the ruins of their house once again appeared in front of his eyes. He turned his head and wanted to hid the tears: he didn't love to cry in front of a strange person (in fact, he usually didn't cry, but once again the thought about Potters made him extremly sad).
He bit his lower lip. He suddenly wanted to be alone once again. He close his eyes. Jill didn't speak, didn't move. Sirius felt silly and angry: how could she not react??? Crazy, awful woman, he thought.
That crazy woman stood up, came closer and embraced him. He hadn't been hugged like that since ages. First time he felt other human's presence so close, so near. Her hair tickled his face and that was the nicest feeling he had ever experienced. They were dark and clean and Jill didn't care that Sirius was in a complete mess and filth. He breathed deeply, trying to realx rather than get too excited.
He couldn't believe that he told all his story to a woman he hardly knew, but now he was deffinitely sure that he did the right thing. He didn't even expect her to listen to him; but she did, in a very gentle and undisturbing way. That was so strange, and he liked that.
'Thank you' Sirius whispered in her ear. Jill slowly seered off him. That situation wasn't nice: because it was so unbelievably nice, Jill felt sure and safe like never before and Sirius' hot whisper. It was too dangerous. What was he thinking about? What the hell was she thinking about??? God, I must be more careful, Jill thought.
Careful with what, she asked herself.
She cleared her face from her dark hair and then looked at Sirius. When their gazes met, Padfoot felt a hot chill and Jill must have seen that different look in his eyes.
'Oh, my God!' she whispered and hid her face in her hands. Sirius was flabbergasted. He had no idea what he did. He just stared into her beautiful golden eyes in tears and felt really protective towards that independent girl (which she obviously didn't like) and maybe a little lustful (which, he thought with a sad sigh, she must have not liked at all). OK, maybe he thought.
'Oh, why does it always happen to me?' she cried, her eyes dry again. Sirius didn't know what to answer; a while ago they were so close and now.
'What are you talking about Jill?' he asked as softly as he could. Wrong move.
'Arghhh. I hate when someone sees me crying. Oh, it's so embarrasing. And now again that awful look in your face. Ohhh , I hate that'
Sirius was puzzled. What look?? He just stared. Stared and saw wonderful, wet amber eyes, which looked like a glass of.
'hate what?' he asked and wondered whether he found the right answer. The answer seemed easy and not at all embarrasing.
'That thirsty gazes at my eyes. How come my eyes look like a glass of lager?? Oh, I hate that beer. Am I not a person, why do people.'
'Gee, Jill, I was just looking into YOUR eyes, fuck that glasses of beer, though I must admit I like lager.'
Jill snorted and looked happily into his eyes. Dark eyes. He smiled back, leaned a little towards Jill and winked.
'So, Jill Coleman doesn't like the colour of her eyes and lager beer, right?' Jill kept smiling and Sirius, now at last light and carefree, continued his investigation. 'So, you don't like beer at all or you prefer other types. Ginger?'
Jill winced.
'Yack!! Who do you think I am? A' "girl" she added in her mind; "girl" he thought and they both laughed, relaxed and free of troubles, for that short while. 'Let's say I prefer stout.'
'Really' Sirius didn't want to sound too shocked, but he did and Jill laughed loudly. He lowered his voice, leaned his head to her and grinned, as cute as he could. 'I have eyes in the colour of stout.'
Jill swallowed and gazed at him intensively. That was a totally insane situation. What was that man doing here? She tried to smile, but could only bite her lip.
'I noticed that' she said and watched his dark eyes, only few inches from hers. Sirius could feel his heart beating badly in his chest, he had forgotten that feeling. He bit his lips with frustration and was sinking in the marvellous colour of her eyes. Jill waited, breathlessly. He was so close, nearer than when they met first time. The moment lasted years, she would say, and then.
Then Jill's clock stroke the midnight. One. Two. Eleven. Twelve. The magical and dense atmosphere was gone. Both, Jill and Sirius, felt like waken up from a dream or something. They gazed at each other embarrased, both felt sorry, but quickly forgotten why. And it isn't nice or comfortable to feel sorry without an answer: why?
Jill was the first to awaken. She smiled shily, moved her head, picked an empty glass of wine (maybe, maybe there is a little, the smallest drop and she will be able to hide in it??). She pretended to drink and decided to begin a conversation again.
'well. Sirius, so, hmm, you have to take care of Harry, right? Protect him?'
Sirius glanced at he with an unaware gaze, shook his head and sat on th armchair again.
'Yeah, I guess, that's why I'm here. Sorry' he apologized, he didn't even know why. 'And thank you've listened, that helps.' He smiled.
'Yeah, people say so' Jill sat more comfortably on the pillows. Then she looked at him seriously (no sarcasm, no irony, no kidding; he didn't expect that) and slowly spoke. 'They would be proud of you, Sirius.'
Sirius slowly nodded and sighed. It was nice to be with her when she wasn't sneering. She looked calm and thoughtful. And beautiful. Sirius felt than once again. Beautiful in a strange, magical way. Her hair made a wonderful dark frame for her porcelain skin. Her lager (he still thought they were like ambers, but couldn't resist calling them lager - just to wind her up a little) eyes were drifting somewhere. And her nose. Sirius couldn't think of anything more fascinating and estetic. It was slightly longer and more narrow than noses considered beautiful, but it showed both sides of Coleman: the inquisitive and sensitive one. Sirius smiled: he was staring at Jill and she didn't mind (probably she didn't even notice that, but, still, he could contemplate a woman's beauty).
'And Harry' began Jill, after a while when her mind got back from the outer space. Sirius interrupted.
'Yeah, I know, he needs a godfather to protect him.' He was serious, and really meant that answer, but he spotted a wink in Jill's eyes and prepared for a sarcastic answer.
'No, he needs his godfather to look well.' She laughed and very quickly, taking into account the glasses of wine she emptied. 'I'll show you the bathroom.'
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Jill knocked and knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer. Sirius was relaxing in a huge bath, the jaccuzi was working. Only that knocking was disturbing him.
'Sirius, are you still alive??' she asked but didn't seem worried, 'can I come in?'
That question awakened him suddenly and Sirius decided to dress quickly. Then he realized that he had no clothes: he let Jill take his robes and wash them.
'Jill, that isn't funny' he screamed and wondered what should he wear: Jill was still knocking at the door.
'Of course: funny will only be the sight of you wearing only that bright pink towel!' she shouted back as he opened the door. He was only wearing that pink towel: Jill made sure that he had no others to choose. The pink was the biggest, however it was still quite small. Jill laughed out loudly: that was the only way to hide her real thoughts. Sirius looked gorgeously and extremely sexy. Jill wondered why. He had a hard year, was thin, his skin was too yellow and he still had a mess on hs head, but there was something smashing about him. Of course she didn't treat him as an sexual object ("of course" (), but.
'God, woman, what are you doing???' shouted Sirius and Jill stopped thinking about his body. 'What the hell do you have in your hand??'
when he saw Jill she was walking into bright but moistened barthroom, where clouds of hot steam were flying here and there. She looked completely dark and bright was only a small sharp thing in her hand. He jumped backwards, though he didn't know how should he behave: should he be frightened or rather amused. Jill with a knife. Ridiculous.
'Calm down, boy' she was still laughing. 'It's a razor.'
'A what??' he asked. 'What do you want to do??'
Jill sighed with impatience. What did he really want?
'Hey, we need to do something with this' she pointed his stubble and long hair. 'Unless you want to look as a monster from children's nightmares.'
She smiled sweetly and at last he noticed her different outlook: she wasn't wearing a dress anymore, all she had was a long, smooth dressing-gown. It was tied tightly aroud her waist, now he could see how thin she was, as thin as he had remembered. A small, sensitive girl, he thought but tried hard not to reveal these thoughts in his eyes, he wanted no more mocking. But he couldn't avoid gazing at her legs that appeared and disappeared in the slit of the material. She also brought the sweetest scent, far, bitter, but really sweet to the bathroom. Sirius wondered whether it is normal to fall for a girl just because of the way she smelled. But he had to stop that thoughts. He swallowed when he gazed at her playing with the razor blade, preparing the shaving mousse.
'You sure you can use it' he was still frightened, he loved his throat to much to have it cut. 'Haven't you got a shaving mashine or something??'
'A wax, we can try it, if you want' she said while she was moussing his face. 'Move on a little, Black, I don't want to stand on the glaze, I'm barefoot.'
'No, wait, the carpet is too small. Jill' he wanted to swore when she pushed his slightly and he sat on the edge of the bath, she stood in front of him, doing her barber's job. Her breast were at the height of his eyes and he didn't even try to avoid staring at them, wondering what would he see if "accidentally" her suit was untied.
'Don't move' Jill ordered.
'I'ven't moved' Sirius defended himself, his mind busy with really dirty thoughts, he had to be really careful with his hands: he finally put them on his knees (on the pink towel in fact).
'So move' she didn't know what she was saying, she just wanted to keep takling. She didn't like that but she didn't like the way she looked at him either.
'Just, make up your mind, girl.' He said and she moved his head to shave the sides of his neck. He surrended and felt cool with it. He smiled. Then Jill took the scisors and cut his hair.
'I wonder what have you done' he said briskly and suddenly stood up. The scisors fell with a loud "BANG" into the bath and Sirius, instead of looking into the mirror, looked straight into Jill's golden eyes. Jill moved her head shily but provocatively. She was almost naked, he was almost naked, and bathroom seemed to be very erotic place. On the other hand, what were they thinking about. They hardly knew each other, they had only once met ages ago. They were to have a date, but I didn't mean they were to be together. That whole situation was making her anxiuos. She shivered nervously, bit her lips and decided to break the silence, break the atmosphere and Sirius' sexy glance.
But he also didn't know why he wanted so badly to stay close to her. Fifteen years ago he would just grab her and kiss fanatically, desperately; now he wanted her to be. To stay with him, to talk to him, smile, be quiet. She was so gentle, so sensitive, so. He could only wonder why she was there with him.
'Here' she passed him a towel. 'Remove the rest of mousse.' She leant on the sink as he was cleaning his face. 'It's late, isn't it?'
'Yeah, I guess' said Sirius, but did something unexpected. He wanted to wash his hands and did it: he put his hands around Jill and opened the water. His arms were around Jill's waist. She wanted to go, but how could she leave if such a man was "almost" holding her? She watched his face, he was prentended to be fully busy with washing his hands. He closed the water; Jill was still waiting and Sirius'd finally decided what to do. He leant to her and then.
'Damn it' he swore and Jill snorted; great, she wanted to kiss that man and he swore when came closer to her. "I'm terribly sexy" she thought but didn't show him that she was disappointed. She did right, because Sirius continued. 'Buckbeak!!'
'What' Jill laughed. 'The hippogriff???'
'Yeah. Gosh, I forgot! How???' he hit himself in his head, he also moved back from Jill.
'Calm down, where is he?'
'I tied him in the forest, oh, I'll have to go and take him here.'
'Wow, Sirius, that's an interesting example of sclerosis, I'm impressed.'
'Shut up' he said but laughed. 'Can I bring him here??'
'Sure' said Jill. She smiled and watched him leave the room. 'Go!'
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and??? What do you think????
And thank you, thank you thank you my dearest reviewers!!!! And you expect Sirius to be cleaned??? Well. Let's see.
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FIVE: JUNE NIGHT
When they appeared in front of Jill's fireplace Sirius realized that her good mood was gone. She still treated him as an intruder. He had no time to wonder how sexy she was when she smiled and how quickly could that smile disappear. She sat on the couch, covered herself with a blanket and waited.
'Well, whole story, please.'
Sirius stared at her with an uncanny grinn. That annoyed Jill, but said nothing, just began to knock the table with her fingers. Sirius put his hands on the table, leaned towards her and whispered, still drilling her eyes.
'I'm hungry.'
At first he thought that it worked: the whisper, gaze, the nearness. Jill couldn't stop staring at him. But then her beautiful eyes were covered with coldness and sarcasm again. She smiled maliciously.
'you know where the kitchen is.'
'You're not a very hearty, you know.' He said as he was standing up. 'Do you want something?' he shouted from the kitchen.
'A bottle of wine would do' she shouted back and added only to herself. 'Let's have a booze.'
'Wine, mmm, you know, Coleman, I like you.'
'You know Sirius' Jill repeated his sweetest voice but was malicious in intentions. 'Hurry up.'
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Few hours later they were still sitting in Jill's living room; Sirius on an armchair, Jill on her couch. Jill wanted not to be too interested in his story but she had to admit: it was fascinating and Sirius was presenting it as best as he could. She was following his life since his school days; got to know all his frinds, his pranks, his animagi abilities. Then he told her about his work as an Auror, his duties and how the Order was organized in England. And then he spoke about James and Lily and why Voldemort wanted to capture them, and how Sirius was involved in their death. He could speak no more. The sight of James' a Lily's bodies, totally dead bodies, lying in the ruins of their house once again appeared in front of his eyes. He turned his head and wanted to hid the tears: he didn't love to cry in front of a strange person (in fact, he usually didn't cry, but once again the thought about Potters made him extremly sad).
He bit his lower lip. He suddenly wanted to be alone once again. He close his eyes. Jill didn't speak, didn't move. Sirius felt silly and angry: how could she not react??? Crazy, awful woman, he thought.
That crazy woman stood up, came closer and embraced him. He hadn't been hugged like that since ages. First time he felt other human's presence so close, so near. Her hair tickled his face and that was the nicest feeling he had ever experienced. They were dark and clean and Jill didn't care that Sirius was in a complete mess and filth. He breathed deeply, trying to realx rather than get too excited.
He couldn't believe that he told all his story to a woman he hardly knew, but now he was deffinitely sure that he did the right thing. He didn't even expect her to listen to him; but she did, in a very gentle and undisturbing way. That was so strange, and he liked that.
'Thank you' Sirius whispered in her ear. Jill slowly seered off him. That situation wasn't nice: because it was so unbelievably nice, Jill felt sure and safe like never before and Sirius' hot whisper. It was too dangerous. What was he thinking about? What the hell was she thinking about??? God, I must be more careful, Jill thought.
Careful with what, she asked herself.
She cleared her face from her dark hair and then looked at Sirius. When their gazes met, Padfoot felt a hot chill and Jill must have seen that different look in his eyes.
'Oh, my God!' she whispered and hid her face in her hands. Sirius was flabbergasted. He had no idea what he did. He just stared into her beautiful golden eyes in tears and felt really protective towards that independent girl (which she obviously didn't like) and maybe a little lustful (which, he thought with a sad sigh, she must have not liked at all). OK, maybe he thought.
'Oh, why does it always happen to me?' she cried, her eyes dry again. Sirius didn't know what to answer; a while ago they were so close and now.
'What are you talking about Jill?' he asked as softly as he could. Wrong move.
'Arghhh. I hate when someone sees me crying. Oh, it's so embarrasing. And now again that awful look in your face. Ohhh , I hate that'
Sirius was puzzled. What look?? He just stared. Stared and saw wonderful, wet amber eyes, which looked like a glass of.
'hate what?' he asked and wondered whether he found the right answer. The answer seemed easy and not at all embarrasing.
'That thirsty gazes at my eyes. How come my eyes look like a glass of lager?? Oh, I hate that beer. Am I not a person, why do people.'
'Gee, Jill, I was just looking into YOUR eyes, fuck that glasses of beer, though I must admit I like lager.'
Jill snorted and looked happily into his eyes. Dark eyes. He smiled back, leaned a little towards Jill and winked.
'So, Jill Coleman doesn't like the colour of her eyes and lager beer, right?' Jill kept smiling and Sirius, now at last light and carefree, continued his investigation. 'So, you don't like beer at all or you prefer other types. Ginger?'
Jill winced.
'Yack!! Who do you think I am? A' "girl" she added in her mind; "girl" he thought and they both laughed, relaxed and free of troubles, for that short while. 'Let's say I prefer stout.'
'Really' Sirius didn't want to sound too shocked, but he did and Jill laughed loudly. He lowered his voice, leaned his head to her and grinned, as cute as he could. 'I have eyes in the colour of stout.'
Jill swallowed and gazed at him intensively. That was a totally insane situation. What was that man doing here? She tried to smile, but could only bite her lip.
'I noticed that' she said and watched his dark eyes, only few inches from hers. Sirius could feel his heart beating badly in his chest, he had forgotten that feeling. He bit his lips with frustration and was sinking in the marvellous colour of her eyes. Jill waited, breathlessly. He was so close, nearer than when they met first time. The moment lasted years, she would say, and then.
Then Jill's clock stroke the midnight. One. Two. Eleven. Twelve. The magical and dense atmosphere was gone. Both, Jill and Sirius, felt like waken up from a dream or something. They gazed at each other embarrased, both felt sorry, but quickly forgotten why. And it isn't nice or comfortable to feel sorry without an answer: why?
Jill was the first to awaken. She smiled shily, moved her head, picked an empty glass of wine (maybe, maybe there is a little, the smallest drop and she will be able to hide in it??). She pretended to drink and decided to begin a conversation again.
'well. Sirius, so, hmm, you have to take care of Harry, right? Protect him?'
Sirius glanced at he with an unaware gaze, shook his head and sat on th armchair again.
'Yeah, I guess, that's why I'm here. Sorry' he apologized, he didn't even know why. 'And thank you've listened, that helps.' He smiled.
'Yeah, people say so' Jill sat more comfortably on the pillows. Then she looked at him seriously (no sarcasm, no irony, no kidding; he didn't expect that) and slowly spoke. 'They would be proud of you, Sirius.'
Sirius slowly nodded and sighed. It was nice to be with her when she wasn't sneering. She looked calm and thoughtful. And beautiful. Sirius felt than once again. Beautiful in a strange, magical way. Her hair made a wonderful dark frame for her porcelain skin. Her lager (he still thought they were like ambers, but couldn't resist calling them lager - just to wind her up a little) eyes were drifting somewhere. And her nose. Sirius couldn't think of anything more fascinating and estetic. It was slightly longer and more narrow than noses considered beautiful, but it showed both sides of Coleman: the inquisitive and sensitive one. Sirius smiled: he was staring at Jill and she didn't mind (probably she didn't even notice that, but, still, he could contemplate a woman's beauty).
'And Harry' began Jill, after a while when her mind got back from the outer space. Sirius interrupted.
'Yeah, I know, he needs a godfather to protect him.' He was serious, and really meant that answer, but he spotted a wink in Jill's eyes and prepared for a sarcastic answer.
'No, he needs his godfather to look well.' She laughed and very quickly, taking into account the glasses of wine she emptied. 'I'll show you the bathroom.'
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Jill knocked and knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer. Sirius was relaxing in a huge bath, the jaccuzi was working. Only that knocking was disturbing him.
'Sirius, are you still alive??' she asked but didn't seem worried, 'can I come in?'
That question awakened him suddenly and Sirius decided to dress quickly. Then he realized that he had no clothes: he let Jill take his robes and wash them.
'Jill, that isn't funny' he screamed and wondered what should he wear: Jill was still knocking at the door.
'Of course: funny will only be the sight of you wearing only that bright pink towel!' she shouted back as he opened the door. He was only wearing that pink towel: Jill made sure that he had no others to choose. The pink was the biggest, however it was still quite small. Jill laughed out loudly: that was the only way to hide her real thoughts. Sirius looked gorgeously and extremely sexy. Jill wondered why. He had a hard year, was thin, his skin was too yellow and he still had a mess on hs head, but there was something smashing about him. Of course she didn't treat him as an sexual object ("of course" (), but.
'God, woman, what are you doing???' shouted Sirius and Jill stopped thinking about his body. 'What the hell do you have in your hand??'
when he saw Jill she was walking into bright but moistened barthroom, where clouds of hot steam were flying here and there. She looked completely dark and bright was only a small sharp thing in her hand. He jumped backwards, though he didn't know how should he behave: should he be frightened or rather amused. Jill with a knife. Ridiculous.
'Calm down, boy' she was still laughing. 'It's a razor.'
'A what??' he asked. 'What do you want to do??'
Jill sighed with impatience. What did he really want?
'Hey, we need to do something with this' she pointed his stubble and long hair. 'Unless you want to look as a monster from children's nightmares.'
She smiled sweetly and at last he noticed her different outlook: she wasn't wearing a dress anymore, all she had was a long, smooth dressing-gown. It was tied tightly aroud her waist, now he could see how thin she was, as thin as he had remembered. A small, sensitive girl, he thought but tried hard not to reveal these thoughts in his eyes, he wanted no more mocking. But he couldn't avoid gazing at her legs that appeared and disappeared in the slit of the material. She also brought the sweetest scent, far, bitter, but really sweet to the bathroom. Sirius wondered whether it is normal to fall for a girl just because of the way she smelled. But he had to stop that thoughts. He swallowed when he gazed at her playing with the razor blade, preparing the shaving mousse.
'You sure you can use it' he was still frightened, he loved his throat to much to have it cut. 'Haven't you got a shaving mashine or something??'
'A wax, we can try it, if you want' she said while she was moussing his face. 'Move on a little, Black, I don't want to stand on the glaze, I'm barefoot.'
'No, wait, the carpet is too small. Jill' he wanted to swore when she pushed his slightly and he sat on the edge of the bath, she stood in front of him, doing her barber's job. Her breast were at the height of his eyes and he didn't even try to avoid staring at them, wondering what would he see if "accidentally" her suit was untied.
'Don't move' Jill ordered.
'I'ven't moved' Sirius defended himself, his mind busy with really dirty thoughts, he had to be really careful with his hands: he finally put them on his knees (on the pink towel in fact).
'So move' she didn't know what she was saying, she just wanted to keep takling. She didn't like that but she didn't like the way she looked at him either.
'Just, make up your mind, girl.' He said and she moved his head to shave the sides of his neck. He surrended and felt cool with it. He smiled. Then Jill took the scisors and cut his hair.
'I wonder what have you done' he said briskly and suddenly stood up. The scisors fell with a loud "BANG" into the bath and Sirius, instead of looking into the mirror, looked straight into Jill's golden eyes. Jill moved her head shily but provocatively. She was almost naked, he was almost naked, and bathroom seemed to be very erotic place. On the other hand, what were they thinking about. They hardly knew each other, they had only once met ages ago. They were to have a date, but I didn't mean they were to be together. That whole situation was making her anxiuos. She shivered nervously, bit her lips and decided to break the silence, break the atmosphere and Sirius' sexy glance.
But he also didn't know why he wanted so badly to stay close to her. Fifteen years ago he would just grab her and kiss fanatically, desperately; now he wanted her to be. To stay with him, to talk to him, smile, be quiet. She was so gentle, so sensitive, so. He could only wonder why she was there with him.
'Here' she passed him a towel. 'Remove the rest of mousse.' She leant on the sink as he was cleaning his face. 'It's late, isn't it?'
'Yeah, I guess' said Sirius, but did something unexpected. He wanted to wash his hands and did it: he put his hands around Jill and opened the water. His arms were around Jill's waist. She wanted to go, but how could she leave if such a man was "almost" holding her? She watched his face, he was prentended to be fully busy with washing his hands. He closed the water; Jill was still waiting and Sirius'd finally decided what to do. He leant to her and then.
'Damn it' he swore and Jill snorted; great, she wanted to kiss that man and he swore when came closer to her. "I'm terribly sexy" she thought but didn't show him that she was disappointed. She did right, because Sirius continued. 'Buckbeak!!'
'What' Jill laughed. 'The hippogriff???'
'Yeah. Gosh, I forgot! How???' he hit himself in his head, he also moved back from Jill.
'Calm down, where is he?'
'I tied him in the forest, oh, I'll have to go and take him here.'
'Wow, Sirius, that's an interesting example of sclerosis, I'm impressed.'
'Shut up' he said but laughed. 'Can I bring him here??'
'Sure' said Jill. She smiled and watched him leave the room. 'Go!'
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and??? What do you think????