Engaging

Utter Blackness

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 and James were the only people who had no control over what was to take place outside of their home that fateful day.

But Lily and James were the people who would be hurt the most.

Sara's eyes were still closed as she groaned, for she didn't really want to get up and go into war, not today, for it was much too early.

Her eyes fluttered sharply open at the realization that whereas she had gone to bed in her pajamas she woke up nude. There were thick arms about her waist, strong and rather hairy. There was warm flesh against her back, the flesh of a man. His like for her proven easily by the pressure at her backside, hot and throbbing.

She began to tremble, for this was no position any woman wanted to find herself in.

But Sara was no ordinary woman, her hair began to flicker angrily at the man's flesh as her rather sharp fingernails dug into the flesh of his forearm.

Instead of the yelp she expected to hear there was the sound of a teakettle when the water was ready, warm air hitting her back.

"Baby could you take your claws out? They're not very comfortable," he murmured into her thick mass of red hair.

Sara's heart froze, that was Sirius's voice. And even though she was not afraid of him this situation seemed all the more threatening, "What are you doing here?" she hissed.

He pulled her tighter into him, "I had a long day, got here real early in the morning in the hopes that you would talk with me or something. But when I got here, you were asleep. You don't get much sleep these days so I didn't want to wake you up. But you don't have enough blankets and I was cold…" he said in explanation, though Sara had to strain to hear it through his rather sleepy voice.

"So what? You decided to use me as a body heater?" she asked indignantly and slightly angry.

"Hell yeah," he said, kissing the nape of her neck, "I'm still a little cold though." He said, running his tongue over the spot.

She tried not to shiver but couldn't help it, "Sirius…" she said warily.

"What?" he asked, then fear crept into his mind, "You didn't…you didn't find someone else did you?" he asked worriedly.

Sara rolled over, an act that she thought unwise when she found her abdomen being pressed into his rather large manhood, "No, there's no one else for me," she answered, then she had to pause to look for the words.

Sirius was a little distracted by the firm breasts that were being pressed into his chest to wait for her to find what she wanted to scold him about, so he rose up and pushed her onto her back to lean over her, his eyes scanning her beauty, her perfection.

Suddenly she did not like where this was going at all, "Sirius…?" her voice trembled.

He heard her fear, but he had waited for her for a very long time. Besides, there's nothing wrong with pleasuring them both while she scolded him, right?

He leaned forward and trailed his tongue over her collarbone, his right hand finding her core to press his palm up into it, his left hand at her waist, rubbing her, getting her blood flowing in a quick, heated stream.

"Sirius, I'm scared," she admitted. She had been scared last time as well, but he had been as gentle as he could and she understood that. But that time she had a purpose to go through with it, now it seemed almost sinful.

But the thing that frightened her the most was what could come, what would happen if something happened to one of them? She knew that there was only Sirius for her, but what about him? He couldn't have waited so long for her just because he wanted sex, could he?

She couldn't help but feel that in the end, one of them was going to get seriously hurt. And she had the slightest feeling that it would end up being her in when all was said and done.

Sirius raised his head from the valley of her breasts that had been occupying his tongue. His lips parted and tears came to his eyes when he saw her laying there, her face turned away in a slight cringe, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands were brought up to her mouth in clenched fists.

He sat up and brought her to him, forcing her to sit in his lap so he could pet her hair and gently sooth her, "What is it, love?" he asked, "Do I really frighten you that much?" his voice broke at the question, his eyes were squeezed shut to stop the warm tears from flowing down at the cold realization.

She shook her head violently, almost so violently that she hit his nose, but he made no sound, no complaint, "It's not you, I swear it's not you," she denied immediately.

Sirius rubbed his chin on the top of her silken strands, of course it was him. Every girl said that it wasn't only when it was.

"Well…not all you…and not you as a person…just you…as for…what you stand for…" Sara tried to explain.

He had no idea what she was talking about whatsoever but he stayed silent, knowing that she would explain it further once she got the right words, it wasn't a good idea to rush her in such an important matter as this anyways.

"Sirius," she pulled away a little to escape his little soothing movements, she didn't need to be calmed right now, just listened to, "We are in a war. What if something happens? What are we supposed to do then?" she asked.

He blinked at her, "Sara, you started the war. You should know that during war one has to make sacrifices," he said.

"I know, and I'm willing to make any sacrifice. I'm just not willing to sacrifice you." She answered looking away from him. This was her selfishness and she chided herself for not being stronger, for not being strong enough to let him go.

He smiled at her, "Well I'm not willing to give you up either. But I doubt you are going to give up this war any sooner than I am," he said, a hand unconsciously running through her hair. "But I'm not willing to give you up in this area either. Sara, I love you, I really do and I always have and will, no matter what happens, there is only you for me and only me for you."

She looked up at him, tears still clinging to her full crescent lashes, "Really?" she asked unsurely.

He touched his forehead to hers, a smile playing upon his lips, "I could never lie to you." He said simply.

She smirked, "Because I'd see right through it," she countered.

"That's right," he said with a nod. He smiled when she did, "Now, have I alleviated your fears enough for me to finish what I started? James told me the hardest thing to do was to stop in the middle or even the beginning of an act, but I didn't believe him. Trust me, he was right. All hail James, the all-knowing guru of unpleasrueable events." He said sarcastically.

Sara blushed profusely, but their conversation had really helped her. They hadn't really said anything that she didn't know, but he had made it clear to her that he really wanted a relationship. And she did too. So what was the point of denying them both something they really wanted?

Sirius gave her big puppy dog eyes, a look that he did so well, "A million kisses?" he asked.

She smiled, her heart in her eyes, there for him and him alone, "A million butterflies," she responded.

So he took her and leaned her back onto the bed to hover over her once more and continue the passionate act that he had started moments ago. By now he was ready for her, but he knew that he had to make her ready for him, a fun game in itself.

His tongue trailed the valley of her bosom up to one raised mountain peak to swirl and suckle.

She moaned with pleasure at the feel of his tongue rasping against her tender flesh. She arced into him, her hands finding his hair, running her fingers through the long (for a guy) black mass.

His weight was heavy on her abdomen as he trailed over to her other peak to give it the same amount of attention, his focus on pleasing her and preparing her.

He trailed his way back up to her lips and was preparing to surge into her, ready to claim her once more as he had so long ago.

But she stopped him and forced him onto his back. In the year or so that they had been…slow…she had attempted to read a romance book the whole way through, sex scenes and all. And even though she had only made it through one before burning the book, she now knew a little more about how to please a man.

Sirius watched her confusedly, as she leaned over him, her mouth capturing his, her knees to either side of his ribcage, not making things very comfortable for his extremely demanding parts.

But he didn't complain, and simply lost himself in the view of gravity pulling her breasts down as she trailed her tongue down the well-defined lines of his chest.

He immediately reached out and massaged her chest, causing her to pause and turn pink, and her breath catch.

But after only a moment or so of his care, she continued down his stomach with her mouth, allowing him to watch her motions with confusion once more, for he had no idea what she was doing. But whatever she was doing, he had no complaints, he had all the time in the world for this.

His breath stopped when her hands cupped his heavy mass, massaging him, weighing him, rubbing him. He couldn't help but hasten his breath, for the throbbing in his appendage was certainly getting stronger.

He gasped as her warm tongue licked the tip of him, he moaned as it swirled down the length of him, leaving fire in its wake, a common thing for Sara in every act.

His eyes closed in pleasure as she tentatively took him within her mouth. Her mouth was hot and tight around him, warming his throbbing as she began to pull him out then push in once more, her tongue still working its magic.

She built a rhythm between them that he couldn't not help out with by clenching his fists in her hair and unconsciously pump himself into her, trying to get deeper into her, to reach as far as he could inside her mouth, her lips and tongue massaging him as they went.

Finally he couldn't take it any more and tugged her hair until she was atop him and his lips could claim hers, one hand still stationed in her hair as the other went for her round bottom that was just above his member that sat in between her splayed legs.

He rolled over so that she was on bottom once more, his hand that was at her pert backside now cupping her femininity, feeling to see if she was ready for him.

And she was.

He immediately surged into her, ready to feel her sheath hot and contracting around his tender flesh.

He quickened their pace as he took them higher, forcing her to break the kiss in order to complete the simple act of breathing.

She called his name as she reached her finale, his following not far behind, him releasing his life-giving seed within her, claiming her as his own once more.

He rolled over, a smile clinging to his lips as she was forced to roll on top of him, her firm chest pressed against him.

He waited a few moments, in order to let the both of them catch their breath, for that was an amazing experience that he decided they needed to repeat quite frequently, war or no.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her breathing slowing, her body sated. She loved this feeling the most, not the act itself, but the aftereffects with her laying in his arms, strong, protective arms that they were. She felt safe from all harm when he held her, as if she never needed to fear anything again.

Sirius was working himself up to ask her the one question that he had wanted to ask her for a very long time, the one that James had asked Lily, that Peter had asked Sapphire. He had wanted to join that group more than he wanted to stay in Remus's group, for he decided that a duo was much more fun than being alone, especially right after an experience such as the one she had just given him.

He opened his mouth to ask the question, though his prop was in his pants' pocket…which was somewhere on the floor.

Sara cut him off, not even realizing that he was preparing to ask her the most important question of either of their lives. Her mind was elsewhere, it was on the one thing that had been bothering her for the longest time now, and now seemed the best time to get her answer.

"Sirius, I want to see Lily. Will you tell me where they are?" she asked.

Caught off guard Sirius had to shake his head and wait a moment to process her question before answering with a simple, "I can't."

Sara blinked up at him, "What do you mean you can't?" she asked, hurt that even after that, after the fact that she was Lily's best and most trusted friend that he couldn't trust her enough to tell her where they were, to let her see them.

"I mean I can't. I'm not their secret keeper. Didn't anyone tell you?" he asked.

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed, "No, no one told me a thing! But, if you're not their secret keeper, then who is?"

"Peter is," Sirius answered.

Suddenly Sara didn't feel so great, her head seemed to spin and her stomach lurched.

"Sara?" Sirius called her name, but it seemed more like he was far, far away than in her arms.

"Sara!"

Utter blackness.