Engaging

Kill Me

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.

Lily had done it, so could she. She could give herself freely to the man she loved. She could do so before it was too late.

When Sirius hesitated at her previous words she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, her hands cupping his face, holding him to her. She hoped that he liked her at least, but she really had no choice but to force him into this rather sudden relationship.

Sirius froze at the kiss, his eyes wide. Was this really what she wanted? Snape had told him to do as she asked, did this count? He had no idea what to do, and it probably didn't help that this would be his first time if he did take her.

She knew that when he didn't respond to the kiss she was in way over his head. Perhaps she had been wrong to think he returned her love. But what other choice did she have? He was the only one she could just give herself to like this, even if she didn't expect to live very long after.

He could feel her body tremble with oncoming tears and he knew that she was sincere. She wanted him to have her before her mystery attacker could steal her away.

He decided to listen to Snape. He decided to give her the one thing that she asked for. He would give her her request, and he would also give her his heart and his soul. He would never again belong to another, there would only be Sara for him. She was his match.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and deepened the kiss, forcing her lips apart so that his tongue could enter her, could explore that which he never thought he could ever know.

One hand went to her head to keep her as close to him as possible as the other sat at the small of her back as he went farther into a relationship than he had ever before been. And he was glad it was Sara, because she really was the only one he wanted.

Her arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord, her thoughts solely on kissing him. Now she could understand how Lily had become so obsessed with James.

She then pushed him away and stood, her trembling hands coming to the buttons of her shirt. He stood as she undid them one by one then pulled the shirt away from her body and dropping it to the floor.

His gaze was focused on her breasts, they were firm and round, with peaks that rose up for attention hidden behind the red lace bra she wore.

He looked at her for permission and moved towards her only when she smiled it at him. He gently touched one breast. It was warm and soft.

He required a bed.

There was a bed.

He lead her to it and they both sat down in the middle of it facing each other, her back to the headboard.

She lay flat and slid her skirt off with shaky hands and let it fall to the side of the bed.

Sirius was thus given the vision of her laying there in only her underwear. He leaned over her and kissed her once more as his hands slowly unclasped her bra, almost hesitating incase she changed her mind.

But she never did.

He pulled the lace away from her body and set it with her skirt.

His hands skimmed over her breasts gently as their mouths kept together, their tongues playing games.

He paused the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt off over his head then went back down to her.

They were taking this very slowly, not wanting to frighten each other, wanting each other.

It was her hands that unzipped him, though it was he who took the denim jeans off, allowing them and his boxers to fall to the floor, his member there for her to see.

She blushed but still reached out to feel it, for it was new to her. She rubbed him in her hands, gently massaging his most tender appendage.

His mouth was at hers once more though he was shuddering from what her untutored hands were doing to him.

His left hand trailed over her breast, stopping only to brush the hard peak, then went down her ribcage, her stomach, to where the band of her underwear sat on her hips. He waited for her one last time, giving her one final chance to change her mind.

But her hands remained on him, gently squeezing and rubbing.

He slipped the cotton from her body, not even caring where it ended up, and explored the triangle of red curls that awaited him. Then he found her opening, rubbing it slightly.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice hoarse from the blood that seemed to be rushing from one head to another.

Instead of answering she simply pulled him to her, allowing his tip to find her core.

He smiled, "I love you, Sara," he said as he pushed into her, breaking her barrier.

She cried out from the pain but Sirius was there for her, kissing her, stroking her, rocking slightly farther into her every second.

The pain was soon lost to her as she began to feel elevated, the deeper he went the higher he took her.

Soon she was accepting him fully and he was pumping steadily within her tight sheath. He closed his eyes to the feeling of her surrounding him, contracting over him, shuddering around him, gasping in his arms, crying out with pleasure, calling his name.

Then they were rushing forward, climbing higher together, taking pleasure with each other, loving each other until finally he peaked, sending himself deep within her, truly claiming her as his own.

He slackened inside of her but never left her, simply rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him so that she laid on top of him, her head resting against his chest, the both of them trying to breath yet not really wanting to.

He kissed her forehead and lay back, falling to sleep with the woman he loved in his arms.

Darkness called him.

He never even realized what had called her, the nightmares that overcame her. It was the worst night she had ever had when it came to her dreams, as she relived what had yet to come over and over again.

He never heard her say the words, "I love you forever more, my dear Sirius Black. But I fear I must bid thee farewell forever. For tonight I think I shall die. Kill me, dear Sirius, I wish you do. Kill me and save me from him."