A week had now passed since that first glorious kiss. And that week had held more of his touch, more of the feel of his lips, it resounded with her laughter.
"Oh, Sirius, stop it!" She'd protested one perfect night, as dusk feel around them, not really meaning it, trying to halt his prying hands opening their way across the front of her shirt. Needless to say, she had failed. Even raging wolves would not stop Sirius Black, when he had a conquest to achieve. Merely he replied in the most perfect way; with the touch of his soft lips, his darting tongue against hers.
She would always let him win him over, weak-willed girl that she was. But her mind, in his wonderful presence, had been reduced to little more than a metaphorical slush. She wanted to be with him forever.
Yet there had been something niggling in the back of that slush-brain of hers. Something that upset her, and made her feel insignificant.
Was she like all of his other 'girlfriends'? She used that word with care, as he didn't generally go out with someone for that long; basically not long enough to call them his girlfriends. Did she mean as little to him as they did? Would she just be a one or two-week fling, to satisfy his needs? She did not want to be another notch on the great bedpost of Sirius Black, as it were, if they ever got that far.
So, dithering like the great prat she was, like she had done precisely a week ago, she was now in the embrace of Sirius, in a secluded spot in the grounds. Her brow was furrowed with thought, an expression seen mostly when she did her homework and was concentrating.
"Sirius…" She began, fiddling with the sleeve of her robe, toying with a lose thread.
"Yes, Lils?" He replied, stroking her fiddling hand, grinning his special grin.
"You do…like me, don't you? I mean, I'm not, I'm not…just another girl?" She'd said it outright, and she couldn't believe that she had done so. That she'd had the pure guts to say it to him without hesitation. And his reply to this was more than satisfying. Shaking his shaggy locks, he took her hand in his, and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Lily, do you honestly think I'd risk losing my best mate over 'just another girl'?" He asked, raising an eyebrow pointedly at her, and chuckling. "You mean a lot to me, Lily. You're the nicest girlfriend I ever had." He admitted, unabashed.
Lily blushed. She had not considered that they were that close yet. She supposed they were, though. And she wasn't going to object to him thinking that. As she felt her face burn, Sirius shifted his position, and hugged her closer, tightly to him.
"I'd trade in a million Jameses for you, Evans." He said, and kissed her cheek, which seemed to grow hotter by the minute. She squirmed. It wasn't every day you got something like that said to you. And in return, she said nothing. She only swivelled around to kiss him lightly on the mouth, then let her lips linger there, and finally she moved her head back, only for him to follow. And then they were trapped again. In that cycle that she never wanted to cease.
She'd kiss him, he'd kiss her. And they would not stop, they felt they couldn't. It was beautiful and at the same time terrible, for she knew she shouldn't be doing this to James. And she knew she shouldn't be falling in love with Sirius Black.