Lily and James celebrated late into the night with their guests. Sirius was in top partying form; drinking and dancing as happily as ever. He remarked countless times on the small number of attractive single girls at the wedding but still found himself rather hot and heavy with a smiling Emmeline Vance. Remus went to bed early after the ceremony, apologizing to Lily profusely. She nodded and hugged him tightly. James had arranged for Aphrodite Jones to come perform at the reception and he and Lily spent the night in each other's arms. Despite James' tendency towards rather violent dancing, Lily adored every moment of the party. She indulged Sirius' need to demonstrate for James exactly how to steer her around the floor. James laughed for a few minutes as Sirius spun Lily in an overly aristocratic way, but soon was eager to have his wife back in his own arms.

"Good luck," Sirius had winked at the couple as he went to find Emmeline again. James smiled as he wrapped an arm around Lily's waist. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Lily just laughed. He frowned, but was soon throwing her about again.

"When James asked me to be his best man, I immediately began to think of all the embarrassing stories I could tell about him," Sirius stood next to a beaming James and Lily who were seated with his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Sirius smiled at his friends. "All the things that he used to scream out in the middle of the night while we were at school, the horribly disgusting positions I would find him in each morning."

James narrowed his eyes at Sirius. Sirius smirked and then chuckled.

"But, prat that he is, James managed to turn all of those embarrassing stories into stupidly romantic incidents because every single time I caught him in a compromising position, he was off in some make believe land with Lily." He laughed as he saw James blush slightly and place a hand on his forehead. Lily rolled her eyes and smiled. "As long as I can remember, James has been madly in love with this woman. Lily, of course, was always a smart one and would never give him the time of day. Something happened though. I think Lily was hit by some sort of hex." Lily shook her head slightly as she laughed. "Whatever it was, though, I am eternally grateful that I no longer have to listen to James prattle away about how Evans hates him. I don't think I could have handled it much longer." He smirked at James, who ran a hand through his hair. "But, being serious," he winked at his own joke. Groans were heard through the crowd. "James has been the greatest friend and I am ecstatic to see him so nauseatingly in love. He's one lucky man to have Lily at his side, but he deserves it. I think we all know that James and Lily will have a happy life together and all that rot." Then raising his glass, he added. "And let's all hope that the kids look like Lily."

He smirked at James after he sat down.

"You do know the kids are going to look like me," James smirked back.

"Poor kids," Sirius shrugged. Then he laughed and clapped his friend on the back.

After cutting the huge chocolate cake, more dancing, and a rather inappropriate pinch from Elphias Doge; it was time for Lily and James to head off to their honeymoon in Italy. They mounted one of James' many broomsticks; Lily in front and James wrapping his arms around his wife from behind. He placed his head over her left shoulder and pushed hard off the ground. They arose quickly into the starlit night. Lily smiled as she felt the air rush past her and James' strong arms squeezed her tighter. She turned her head and kissed him firmly on the cheek. He glanced over and smiled at her quickly; making sure to keep his concentration on flying the broomstick. It probably would have been more convenient and quicker to apparate from the wedding, but the broomstick bit was so romantic and, being James Potter, he couldn't resist a big finish.

They soared over the house, the guests turning into little specks on the ground. Lily sighed loudly.

"We're married," she said suddenly.

James grinned. "I know."

Lily's face broke into a grin and she leaned back into James' chest as he steered the broomstick through the dark sky.

James landed the broomstick smoothly in front of the yellowed stucco house with the faded terra cotta roof just as day was breaking. The sun was just coming up behind the house; a red glow over the entire landscape. Lily stepped off of the broomstick and took in the sight of the olive trees, grape vines, and rolling hills. She turned to James, smiled, and reached up to run a hand through his hair.

"The flight must have mussed it," she laughed. Their eyes met and together the reality of what had just happened hit them. James gave her a lop-sided grin and ran his own hand through his hair; mussing it further.

"Just wait," he smirked. "I imagine it'll get much more mussed."

Lily raised her eyebrows at him. "What are you suggesting, Mr. Potter?"

"What do you think?" he grinned. "Mrs. Potter."

Lily's eyes lit up when he called her by that name. She smiled hugely as James lifted her easily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her through the sun-bleached wood door and crossed the large windowed living room straight to the staircase.

Lily laughed as he mounted the stairs. "A little eager, are we?"

"Well," he smiled suggestively. "We're technically not married until we consummate it."

She kissed him on the lips. James started climbing faster.

"Well, we'd better hurry then," she whispered in his ear before kissing his neck hungrily. His grip on her grew tighter and moans began escaping from him. James thanked Merlin that the villa was small and the bedroom door was right at the top of the stairs. He pushed it open, carried Lily through the door, and kicked the door shut. Lily continued to kiss him as he laid her gently on the large maple bed covered in white linen. He climbed on top of her and she pulled his head down to her own. Their kisses were tender, slow as their hands explored each other's familiar bodies. James fiddled with the clasp on Lily's wedding robes. Her hands left his back to help him release it and then moved to help him out of his own clothing. She smoothed them over his shoulders when he had wriggled out of his robes; admiring her new husband's lanky frame. He smiled at her as he rolled over and helped her out of her robes. She threw them off of the bed and they landed in a silken emerald pile next to James'. He flipped her over on to her back, placed his glasses on the table next to the bed, and began to kiss every inch of her body. He lingered in the thatch between her legs and Lily gasped loudly; her eyes fluttering. She held on to his dark head; intertwining her fingers in his hair.

"James," she moaned. He slid his hands up to her chest and cupped her breasts, kissing his way back up to her face. He gave her a heart-breaking smile and she placed her hands on his chest; urging him to flip over. He obliged and she proceeded to copy his previous movements; tasting every part of her new husband's skin. Her fiery hair contrasted with James' pale skin; tickling him as it spread out across his body. He tangled his hands through it as pleasure filled his body.

A great groan echoed through the room as Lily placed her hands on James' shoulders and looked at him with huge emerald eyes.

"Oh Lily," he whispered; their breathing synchronizing as he pulled her towards him and caught her lips in his own; running his tongue across her bottom lip and then plunging it into her mouth and exploring each corner of it.

Suddenly, James let a moan and, with his arms around her waist, he rolled Lily over so that he was poised over her. Looking at her with a mixture of passion and complete awe, he thrust into her. She gasped and then, as they rhythmically moved their hips together, both of them gasped loudly and raggedly; experiencing their love for one another fully. Their minds were lost in the warmth of it all; their unity dominating their consciousness. She pulled him as close to her as possible and he dropped his head to kiss her furiously. Moaning loudly into each other's mouths, they moved apart and together hard and fast. Lily's breath came in quick spurts as she began to scream James' name over and over. Her pleasure only intensified his and soon he joined in the screaming. They clung desperately to each other; undulating in the world they had entered together.

As the waves of heat began to subside, James slid gently off of her and lay next to his new wife. She was flushed; her eyes softly shut, her scarlet hair fanned out over the white linen pillowcase, and her breasts rising and falling next to him. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. His own breathing began to slow and he kissed Lily gently on the cheek. She smiled; her eyes still shut.

"We get to do that every night for the rest of our lives," she said breathlessly.

James chuckled and continued to watch her come down from the high he had brought her to. She turned her head and her face was soft as she saw the light in James' eyes. She kissed him gently.

"I must be the luckiest bloke on earth," he whispered; his eyes taking in all of Lily.

"You have no idea," she smirked and climbed on top of him.

Sirius had gone to Emmeline's after the wedding. It was the first time he really enjoyed himself since Dorcas. The entire encounter reminded him of the way he was before she walked into his life. Feeling like himself again, Sirius left immediately, claiming an early meeting at the station the next morning. He kissed Emmeline on the cheek amicably as he prepared to apparate. She smiled at him a little sadly as she waved goodbye.

In a few seconds, he was back in his room at the Potter's. He changed out of his scarlet robes and into his pajama bottoms quickly. Sirius sat up for a little while; smiling at the thought of his best friend as a husband. Finally, as the stars began to fade, he stood up, stretched, yawned and climbed into bed. He lay on his back; his limbs thrown out recklessly around him. After a few minutes, he fell into a contented sleep.

When Sirius woke a few hours later, he felt something warm pressed up against the length of his body and a weight on his chest. It bloody terrified him. What the hell was going on?

Careful not to move too much, he glanced down. What he saw caused him to immediately sit up and scramble to the side of the bed, kicking the sheets and blankets off of him wildly. The dark-haired figure caught herself as Sirius slid out from under her and rolled up to sit on her knees facing him.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered; his face betraying his absolute shock.

She shook her head, looked down, and then shrugged. "I don't know," she said quietly.

"You don't know?" his face contorted. "How could you not know?

The girl was too lost in Sirius' eyes to answer. Her lips parted as she read them.

"You can't just show up like this," the tone of his voice was somewhere between anger and passion. His eyes flickered to that delicious mouth. "Where have you been?"

"Sirius," she said; reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder and breathing heavily.

He froze, glancing at the slender hand and unsure whether he should push it off of him or if he should grab it and cover it with kisses. The miniscule contact was enough to send electricity through his body and his breath became audible. He searched her burning dark eyes as she leaned forward off of her knees. It had been months but he knew exactly what the expression on her face meant. She was shaking with need. For a split second, Sirius was torn. She couldn't just pop up like this and expect….

Then suddenly, that energy pumping through his body told him it didn't matter. Nothing made him feel better than this. He had gone without for far too long.

Sirius grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hard to his naked chest. Their lips collided and he let her plunge her tongue inside of his mouth and sweep it passionately across his teeth, his pallet, his tongue. God, it felt good. Her frenzy made him more frantic and groaning into her mouth, he flipped her over onto her back in the middle of the bed. Sirius heard the familiar pants and whimpers as he began to kiss, bite, lick down her neck to the collar of her tee-shirt. An unquenchable fury boiled in his blood and he ripped the shirt down the middle; revealing heaving breasts encased in a black lace bra.

"Sirius," she gasped loudly; half in fear and half in appreciation.

A growl came from the back of his throat when he saw the obstacle. Meanwhile, she had sat up and latched on to his neck, worshipping it as furiously as he had; hands lost in his silky black hair. Sirius moaned loudly as she nipped at the tender skin between his jaw and his ear and tried to flip him over; using a bent leg as leverage. He pushed her roughly back to the bed and let his hips pin hers; desperate to show his dominance. He was going to show her just how much he had missed her whether she liked it or not. She would never leave him again. Her nostrils were flared as she took sharp breaths; her heavy eyes ravaging his and her tongue flickering around her lips. Ripping the straps off of her shoulders, he pushed her bra down around her waist and grabbed hungrily at her breasts. Her back arched as she pushed her chest into his lips and ragged moans of need, pleasure, and pain escaped. He covered her in vicious kisses, but suddenly stopped when he felt a hand in between his legs. Long slender fingers closed around him and he grunted; his eyes shutting at the pressure. She easily rolled him on to his back and straddled him. She tore her ruined shirt off all the way and unhooked her bra, throwing it off of the bed. Sirius' breathing quickened as she slid off his bottoms and their eyes locked in a challenging stare. Staring at him the entire time with raised eyebrows, she slid down his body; letting her hands trail across his skin. He shivered at the soft touch. When her full lips formed a circle around him, Sirius' head flew back in pleasure. His large hands raked through her long dark hair, balling it up in his fists, and he groaned as she continued to pleasure him mercilessly. She climbed back on to his chest before he had finished and smirked rather evilly at him. His eyes narrowed and his teeth grinded as her thighs rubbed against him. Violently, he pulled her head down to his and devoured her mouth. A gravely noise came from the back of her throat and Sirius felt his body tighten.

Eager to get back at her for her little stunt, he pushed her over on to her back again and roughly unbuttoned her jeans; pushing them down along with her knickers as she lifted her hips. As he nipped his way down her body, he watched her aroused face as she smiled slightly at him and then bit her lip. His hands gripping her arse tightly; he shook the hair from his face and buried it deep in her dark curls. She bucked wildly; twisting her fingers in his hair and ramming his head into her pelvis while she struggled for breath. But as the gasps rose in pitch and began to turn to screams, he stopped and pulled himself back on top of her, one hand still clutching fervently to the underside of her arse. She glared at him; her pupils dilated and her lips swollen. Sirius licked his lips and smirked as he felt an intense, primitive ache fill his body. He needed to be inside of her now. With a primal roar, he pushed in and began to thrust wildly. Roaring back, she wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly and managed to roll the two connected bodies over. His fingers left harsh red marks on the small of her back as she gripped his shoulders and began to move on top of him. Sirius watched her face contort with pleasure: the way her open mouth trembled, the way her wild hair caressed her skin, that deep wrinkle between her eyebrows. Just that familiar sight was enough to fill him in a way he had forgotten was possible. They both screamed loudly as he exploded inside of her and she collapsed hard on top of his lips.

Her head found its way to his shoulder and they stayed there for awhile; his hands resting on the curve of her arse and both of them breathing raggedly. Sirius' mind came back to him and wild thoughts of what had just happened flew through. He grinned absent-mindedly; feeling truly satisfied for the first time in months.

When their breathing had slowed, she rolled off of him and lay on her side, resting her head on his chest. Her dark hair covered him like a blanket and he ran his fingers through the tangles. She placed a palm on him and then kissed his sternum; letting her lips linger for a few seconds. He smiled slightly, looking down at her and wrapped an arm around her naked back. His hand rested on her shoulder and he felt a sticky, warm substance. She tensed up as he ran his fingers over the cut.

"What happened?" he whispered.

She didn't answer, but instead took his hand tightly in hers and moved it down to the curve of her waist. Their fingers intertwined as Sirius saw her other hand sneak up to her eyes and felt a few warm drops of liquid fall on his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her and held her to him tightly. After a few minutes of heaving and shaking, she was still and soon after that, they were both asleep.