The sound of Roxie leaving the hut woke Keira from a dream. She struggled against consciousness for several minutes, trying to savor the last few wisps of the fading dream. "No..." she moaned when the picture was gone from her head completely. They had been in Paris, underneath the Eiffel Tower, and he was about to...

'Uh, get that picture out of your head Keira, it's just wishful thinking... he's not that serious about you...' her mind scolded her.

'But he loves me, I know he does,' another little voice told her from the back recesses of her mind. 'He's told me so a million times. He wouldn't lie to me...' Her thoughts changed from one to the other for several minutes until she just couldn't take it any more. The uncertainty in her mind was unbearable.

There was only one way to be sure. She would have to ask him. But he was still asleep. Common sense told her that. On a vacation, he wouldn't wake up until at least the early afternoon. 'Well, then I guess I'll just have to wake him up,' she told herself resolutely, with a devilish smile on her face.

She climbed out of bed and changed out of her regular nightclothes into the nightie that she had bought for Sirius for his birthday. She started to make her way to the cabin where she knew he was fast asleep. It was raining outside. Of course, the one time that they chose to go to Hawaii, it was raining almost the entire time. She herself would have preferred endless sunshine and warm ocean breezes. But spending time indoors, with an attractive man that she loved, had it's perks as well. The rain had begun to soak through her nightie, causing it to cling to the parts of her that would drive him crazy.

She looked through the sliding glass door of the hut to make sure that no one was awake and moving around. As far as she could tell, everyone was still fast asleep. She quietly opened the door and slipped inside, shutting the door silently behind her.

Sirius's bed was the one closest to the door. She carefully stepped over the squeaky floorboard that she knew was at the foot of his bed and knelt down to look at his calm features.

The color of his dark hair clashed violently against the snow white of the pillow that his head lay upon and the comforter that he had pulled up to his chin. His eyes were closed with the deep sleep that came with the relaxation of vacations, and his lips were parted in the slightest of smiles, as though he felt her presence there but didn't want to wake up for fear of ruining the dream. She couldn't help but feel content just sitting there, watching him sleep. They had been through so much last year, it pained her to think that she had almost lost the opportunity to be with him. All because of her pride and arrogance. She was so stupid sometimes.

She ran her fingers through his baby soft hair and placed a gentle kiss upon his forehead. He opened his eyes in response to her touch.

"Good morning," she murmured quietly, bringing her face level to his again.

"Mmm, good morning," he murmured, surveying her up and down. "What are you doing? It's cold out there and you're all wet. Get in," he commanded, lifting his blanket so she could crawl into bed next to him. She had no choice but to accept the offer.

Underneath the blanket was hot from the warmth that his body had provided the whole night. She snuggled closer to his chest, finding her favorite spot against his body with her head in the crook of his neck. "Sirius?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

He was quiet for a while. Then he pulled her chin up so that he was looking her directly in the eyes. "How could you even ask me that question?" he asked gently. "Of course I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have fought so hard to win you back last year."

She smiled and kissed him. The softness of his lips was enough to make the world spin beneath her, but the pressure that he added to the kiss caused her world to explode. She became lost in his kiss, in his scent, in his strength, and in his passion. She knew now that he loved her. He didn't have to offer her a ring beneath the Eiffel Tower for her to be sure of the fact.

Without breaking the energy between them, Keira positioned herself underneath him. He didn't need another signal from her. Her message was plain. She wanted him, right there, right now. 'Wait,' he thought. 'The others...'

He broke the kiss to look around him. Everyone was still asleep.

"Don't worry," Keira assured him, "I'm pretty sure everyone else is still asleep."

He kissed her again, softly, tenderly, until he felt her relax beneath him. He pressed his entire body against the whole length of hers in the way that he knew she loved the most.

Her world was still reeling from the power of the first kiss, but with this second one, everything else melted away. The sudden change from intense pressure to barely there was enough to make her go crazy. He knew how to get her excited, and how to keep her wanting more.

He pulled back a little bit to keep her waiting. He wanted the anticipation to build up inside of her. "Maybe we should wait until later," he suggested, not at all intending to do as he said.

She groaned. "No, Sirius," she moaned. "You can't just start something like that and not finish it," she complained.

He dipped his head down again, kissing her, giving her the touch that she desired so much, but backed off again. "Who says I can't?" he teased.

"I said," she breathed out. She was breathing heavily now. He had gotten her excited. All he needed was one more tease. He pressed his body against hers and bent his head down to her neck.

"Are you sure I can't?" he said, before kissing the most sensitive parts of her neck. His hand went exploring down the whole length of her body before coming to rest at her waist.

She arched her back and moaned.

He laughed a little bit. "You're going to have to keep it down, Keira, love. You'll wake the others up." He finally gave her what she wanted. A sharp intake of breath told him that she was pleased, and her hips began to move in rhythm with his.

It was all she could have ever asked for from him. He loved her. It was nothing less than that. He loved her the way that she had always dreamed of being loved. He loved her with his whole heart, and this made her happier than anything else could have. He would never have to do anything else for her as long as he loved her. That was all that she would ever ask of him.

When they were finished, she lie next to him, with her eyes closed, basking in the happiness that she felt inside of her. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm sorry I woke you up," she said apologetically.

He laughed and kissed her again. "Keira, if you promise to give me a wake up call like that every time, you are more than welcome to wake me up whenever you like."

AN This chapter was written by a good friend of mine. Her name is Kristins and she is currently writing a story called the Diamond Dolls. That is where you will find all the back story to this one. Unfortunately she is having computer problems and is unable to upload onto the site.When she uploads it to the site... I will let everyone know in one of my chapter updates. Please Review. We'd love to know how you like it.