Hey everyone. Hope you enjoy this chapter. It has a lot of steam in it, just so you know! And a lot of emotions as well.
Also, for people wondering why I didn't change Sirius's name, it did in fact occur to me that I should do that, but I couldn't think of a good one. Also, especially in America, he would have had to declare himself to MACUSA if he wanted to exist in the wizarding world, even with his new name, it wouldn't have worked. The ministry of magic would have no record of any name I made up, seeing as they keep tabs on all witches and wizards born. There is probably rarely one born that they are not aware of. So, since Sirius exists primarily in the muggle world, his name wouldn't have to change with a change of country. No-maj's are just not looking for him in America. And also, with how separate the states are (very similar to how the government really is), no American witches or wizards are going to recognize the name unless they are really into British wizarding politics and part of MACUSA.
Sorry for the long intro, I just wanted to make sure that was understood.
Anyway, enjoy!
The morning after the storm, Sirius lay awake for a moment, his arm over his eyes against the light in the room from the sun. He stretches and he feels something soft and looks over. Harry is still fast asleep, but Lily is awake. Her face is a little red and he instantly realizes why. Pee boners always happened in the morning. But still, Sirius rolled out of bed, careful not to wake Harry, and walked to the bathroom off of his room, grabbing his jeans from the floor as he went. The lights had come back on at some point in the night. He relieved himself and was glad to see that his boner left.
He walked out of the bathroom when he heard voices as he was brushing his teeth, still not wearing a shirt, but at least he had pants on now. Lily was telling Harry to go and get ready for the day. She looked over at him, she was still under the sheets and her face turned pink again as she looked at him and slid out of the bed, only then realizing that she was very much sprawled out in his bed, alone with him.
"Good morning." She smiled.
"Goomoring." Sirius replied through a mouthful of toothpaste, an eyebrow raised as she backed out of the room.
"I'm just gonna go… and get ready too." He smirked as she left and went to spit and rinse his mouth. He looked in the mirror and raised his hand to the stubble on his chin and shrugged. He'd shave tomorrow. He walked into the kitchen, forgetting that the windows were boarded up. He sighed. Another day in the heat to take them down. He stepped out into the lanai where Harry and Lily were relaxing and noticed some of the boards of the fence were down and some branches were down in the yard. Overall, it didn't look anything like the news coverage from the night before. He sat next to Lily and she handed him a cup of tea. He put his arm along the back of the lounge and sat and enjoyed the cool breeze blowing in
The days moved slowly, but September came and went and the nights got cooler as October rolled through. They had finally gotten the fireplace connected to the floo network and Remus visited often and he passed notes from Harry to Hermione and vice versa. On one of these nights, just after Harry was put to bed, Remus came and sat on the porch with them. He looked over at them speculatively. Sirius had Lily's hand in his, her head on his shoulder, and they were quiet as they listened to the cicadas and watched the fireflies light up the yard, the sun just barely set, a glow on the edge of the horizon. It stripped the sky in violent red and orange and deepest purple.
"You look really happy, you know?" He said to them and turned back to the evening sky as he smiled, leaning his head back. Sirius and Lily both looked over at him. "And it makes me really happy, too." And it did. He was glad to see them both happy. He never saw himself in the position to be that happy with anyone. He was untouchable and unlovable. He wouldn't be able to do that to someone. He wouldn't be able to fully love someone. It was just who he was. It didn't matter what Sirius and James had said about the matter. He would never put anyone in that kind of danger. Ever. Not if it was his choice.
A while later, he stood and they followed suit. Lily seemed to hug him extra long and Sirius embraced him as well. He stepped into the fireplace and was gone. He stepped into the quiet house and walked upstairs to bed, not even bothering to undress.
"Do you think he is alright? He got so quiet tonight." Sirius looked down at her sadly.
"He thinks he is being noble. Being a martyr for a cause that doesn't make sense. Forcing himself to be alone. He won't get close to anyone. We kind of had to bully him into it in school, to be our friend. Refused to take no for an answer." Lily snorted at that, believing it. "He was scared when we confronted him about his condition. He panicked. Refused to believe we could just accept him, even when we knew." Sirius could picture the small boy in his mind's eye. The terror he had seen in his eyes that they had found out. The hopelessness he had seen there until they had embraced him. The tears that had fallen from his eyes. The tears shed by all of them that night. There had been no jokes, no humor. A brotherhood had formed that day and now half of it was missing.
Sirius felt his eyes prick with tears and he looked up at the ceiling, his heart breaking all over again. Lily stepped closer. She placed a hand on his cheek, kissed his chin because he refused to look at her.
"Sirius? Look at me?" He reluctantly did so and she wiped the tear that fell, her own eyes glistening. She didn't look away from his eyes as he took a deep breath. He pressed his lips to hers, gently, her arms wrapping around his waist, her fingers pressing into the small of his back. He groaned softly into her lips causing her to pull back slightly.
"I want this to work, Sirius," she said, her forehead on his chin.
"Me too." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes and kissed her gently again, his hand sliding to the back of her head to tilt her mouth into his, fingers twined in her hair. She clutched his shirt, hands sliding up to the back of his neck, holding him tight to her.
They pulled apart, breathless, foreheads together, sharing the same air. Sirius took her hand and led her to his bedroom and she followed him. He closed the door behind him and reached for her. His hands winding through her hair and he kissed her deeply, so deep she felt it in her toes. He lifted her into his arms, his hands under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked her to the edge of the bed and set her down.
He leaned forward and kissed her and his hands went to the hem of her sweater and he started to lift it slowly, giving her time to stop him. When she doesn't, he lifts it over her head and kisses her again. He looked down at her, only in a bra. She stood up and reached for his shirt and slowly started to unbutton it, slipping it off of his shoulders and running her hands along his shoulders and down his chest and kissing the hollow of his throat, her lips making their way down his chest. His breaths are heavy as he watches her. She stopped and looked at him, already seeing his desire, but making sure. He reached down and pulled her chin to him and placed a searing kiss on her lips. He backed her towards the mattress again.
He kissed her, long and hot and leaned her back against the mattress, fingers going to her waist band. She nods, not breaking contact with her lips. He kisses down her neck and shoulder as he undoes her button and unzips her jeans. He stands and pulls the jeans away and then returns to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her up further onto the bed and lays his body along her, breaths coming in quick, desire plain on his face and beneath his boxer briefs.
He kissed her as he slid a hand up her side and finally his fingers felt the swell of her breast, slipping the material aside, she moaned softly into his mouth. He moved down, kissing the hollow of her throat making his way down to the swell of her breast, she was breathy and her breath hitched when his lips came down over her nipple.
His hand slid down her stomach, circling her belly button and then over her underwear. The intake of breath made him stop. But her eyes were closed, the ecstasy clear on her face, and he continued. Fingers meeting the wetness there and he pressed against the bundle of nerves that he knew was there. Her eyes flew open and stared straight into his. Sirius's breaths were sharp and fast, his body trembling slightly. He kissed her as he slipped his finger beneath the fabric of her underwear, his fingers sliding between her folds and the wetness there made his breath quicken even more, especially when he felt her hand slide down his chest, so soft and delicate, his nipples hardened. Her mouth open and her eyes on his. Her fingers made their way down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, her hands cool as they slipped below it to touch him and he felt his stomach pinch at the contact. Sirius's hand flashed out and stopped her. She looked into his heated gaze.
"I won't last if you do that." His breath came out in a shudder. She nodded as he went back to what he had been doing. He rubbed smooth circles until her legs started to tremble and her breath came in sharp, fingers searching for purchase in the sheets beneath, her back arching, pressing her hips into his hand and her chest to his. He watched as she orgasmed in his hand and slowed his movements as she came down, her eyes heavy and unfocused, but still on his. His fingers slid the material down her legs and tossed them aside as she turned and started to unzip his pants, fervently kissing his lips, pressing her chest as close to him as she could. He stood and pulled her up with him, his jeans sliding to the ground. He reached around her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground as she slid the band of his boxers down. His breath caught as her fingers brushed his thighs.
She pulled him closer against her, his hair falling into his eyes as he gazed down into her face. Kissing along her jaw, he pressed her back into the bed and gently onto the mattress, fingers exploring the rest of her body. He pressed a soft kiss to the swell of her breasts, first one then the other, his tongue circling each nipple, making her head tilt back. He gently lifted her more fully onto the bed and his mouth made its way to her lips again as he pushed himself up on his hands and positioned himself between her legs, their thighs touching as her legs rubbed against him, his arms trembling as she guided him down to her, eyes on his.
The moment he felt the wetness with his cock, he shivered, kissing her fervently as he pressed into her slowly, allowing her to adjust as he rocked slowly deeper into her, allowing her to tell him to stop at any time. Fully in, she gasped, he pulled back and she was smiling, eyes glittering as she moved her hips against his, sliding him back into her as her legs wound themselves around his waist.
"Lily!" he gasped.
"Sirius…" she replied just as breathy.
He slid against her, in and out, watching her face, her back arching her body tighter into him. Her chest heaving, nails digging into his shoulders. He sped up, enjoying the way her body moved with his, the way she tightened around his cock as she neared her own edge, he knew he wouldn't last long. He pumped harder with her moaning his name until she stopped and he saw her flush, nails now digging into his back, back arched, mouth open as she came. He could feel it creeping up in him as well, the tightness in his groin, his movements became faster, racing to the finish line, his forehead against hers, whispering her name frantically. With one last thrust he felt it and pulled out with a growl. He came on the sheets beneath them, his body shuddering, his chest against hers, both breathing heavily as she released her fingers from their grip on his back and drew small circles instead, raising one to the back of his neck and pulling his face to hers.
He kissed her deeply and then rolled over and she followed him, leg over his, chest against him as she pulled his mouth back to hers and she kissed him, he returned it gently, still catching his breath. Wishing he had lasted longer, wishing to start all over again, wanting her more than anything. She leaned her head on his shoulder and traced circles on his chest, along the lines of his tattoo, and down the trail of hair below his belly button. His breath hitched at her touch, his cock lazily responding.
He looked down at her, her head on his shoulder, her naked body stretched out along his. It felt right. How could it feel so right and so wrong at the same time. He thought about James. Would he be fine with this? Would he feel betrayed? He felt like he was betraying him, but as he looked into Lily's eyes, he couldn't find the betrayal in their actions. It felt more right than anything, but at the same time….
"Lily…." She looked into his eyes and understood and shook her head.
"No, Sirius. Please don't say what you are about to," she lifted herself up a little, She leaned in, her lips a breath away. "I love you." she whispered. He rolled over so that they were on their sides facing each other.
"Lily…. I…." he paused, her green eyes hooded and expectant, happy and content. His hand came up to cup her cheek as he kissed her lightly and then pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and summoning his wand to his hand. Disappearing the evidence of their passion silently and then pulling the blanket up over their naked bodies.
"I love you, too." he whispered, stroking her hair. And he lay there, simply listening to her breathing as it slowed as she fell asleep. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you too much." As he drifted off, he could have sworn he heard James say, "Take care of her for me, Pads. Both of them."
"Always." he had murmured to the empty room, pulling Lily closer to him, his body wrapping around her tightly.
But it had to have been a dream.
