Disclaimer: Prince owns Kiss.
I slept really well that night. And I got up with a smile on my face. I didn't snap when Alice's alarm went off at seven in the morning. I just nudged it off her stand with my mind, rolled over and went back to sleep. When I finally got up again at nine, I wished everyone a good morning which prompted Mandy to check my temperature. And I laughed. I actually laughed. And for those of you who think I was like this only because of Sirius and his hot kisses and God like body you're only partly correct. I was just so happy that for once I could show Remus how important he was to me. I could actually help him, like he helped me everyday with his words and his presence. I was actually interacting with people. I was growing up!
I was singing in the shower, praying that the girls wouldn't remember the shopping excursion and that I would spend the day with Sirius. The thought made me laugh. And the fact that I was actually acting like this made me laugh again. I left the bathroom in my towel, and made my way to my clothes drawer. That's when I realized that I needed new underwear and a couple of new shirts wouldn't hurt either. Damnit, last trip I didn't need to buy anything… so why this time?!
"I need new underwear." I told Lily. "A couple of shirts. Mind buying some for me?" I asked. What's the big deal? She knew my size and she knew what I liked and didn't. Also she liked shopping, I didn't. I wanted to spend the day with Sirius and she could do whatever she wants, other than shopping for me.
"Don't be silly. Come along." She replied.
"Oh come on. Just do this for me, please." I pleaded.
"Alex, don't be daft. I'll pick everything in hot pink and fluorescent yellow." She warned.
"But I hate shopping." I even stamped my foot.
Mandy's eyes widened, Alice's jaw dropped and Lily's eyes narrowed. "He asked you to Hogsmeade again, didn't he?" She accused me.
I rolled my eyes, but the effect was ruined on account of my blushing. "Oh Merlin." Alice breathed.
"I love it when you blush, Alex." Stupid Mandy.
"Well so really I don't want to go shopping."
"Because…" Lily prompted.
"Sirius asked me to spend the day with him." I muttered.
"And…"
Alice nudged me further.
"I want to." I whispered.
"I didn't quite catch that." Mandy said, her eyes gleaming.
"Oh for Fuck's sake." I yelled. And pulled out a pair of black woolen slacks and a grey sweater. I entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I soon came out, my cheeks flaming. "I am not going to buy your stuff for you." Lily told me. And that was the end of the conversation.
We went down for breakfast. My stomach was clenching, my hands were sweating and my heart was thumping. You know the usual reaction to Sirius. Remus looked well rested and relaxed. He smiled at me as I sat down across him. The breakfast was normal and the conversations flowed easily. Before long, Sirius and I were discussing where to meet and what time to meet as the girls and the guys stood a little distance trying to pretend that they couldn't hear us. "Okay, so Rhythm House at twelve thirty." I nodded. "See you then. Bye." I smiled and turned. But he turned me back and kissed me. It was swift and nice. And I blushed, looking at the groups who were waiting for us. He grinned as he saw where I was looking and the blush on my face. "Bye love." As I joined Lily and the girls, I chose to ignore their looks and determinedly walked towards the carriages.
"I don't like this." I yelled from inside the changing room.
I heard them groan and make other noises to show just how tired of me they were.
"You know what Alex, it shouldn't be you who hates shopping. I hate shopping with you. Must you be so picky about everything?" Alice whined.
I wrenched the door open and stepped out, "This looks really bad." I said motioning to the top I had on.
Mandy snorted and Lily rolled her eyes, "It looks really good." Alice said, "I don't quite see what the problem is."
The shirt had full sleeves, but the neck was really wide. It stretched from one shoulder to another and dipped a little too low for my liking. You could see my collar bones. And a lot of my shoulders too. The t shirt hugged me well too. My stomach and my not too small but not that big boobs… nothing was left to imagination. I rolled my eyes, "For god's sake… It's really.. I don't know.. I feel like everything is up for show. It's just weird."
"I like it." Said this velvety voice that never failed to send shivers down my spine.
Preparing myself, I turned to see the person who had entered the dressing area, something that I feel had been happening too often.
"You're early." I said in what I hope was a bored tone.
"No you aren't. Tell her there is nothing wrong with the t-shirt Sirius." Lily insisted.
"And please, put an end to the madness." Mandy begged.
Sirius grinned and looked me up and down in a way that made me really, really uncomfortable.
He met my eyes and said, "It looks great." In this really sexy voice. "Buy it." He urged me.
How could I say no when he was talking to me in that voice. Not trusting my voice, I just nodded.
"Great. You get out of this one. I'll pick up the same one from the rack and ring up all your purchases, meet me outside." Lily had this thing where she wouldn't buy the piece she tried on; she would always pick up another one from the rack. That girl is a little mental, I tell you.
"Okay." I nodded. The rest of them excluding Sirius followed her out.
Sirius walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead, "Hello love."
I had seen him just last night but still seeing him now in those jeans and that grey sweater which brought out his eyes, my breath was knocked out of me.
Just then Prince's Kiss started to play. "I love that song…
You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on
I just need your body from dusk to down…" He laughed and kissed me on the forehead again, "Good. Now go get changed. I'm starving." As much as I loved him kissing my forehead, it wasn't exactly what I had been hoping for. So I stood up on the tips of my toes, threaded my fingers through his smooth hair, pulled his head down and kissed him. He responded immediately, and I opened my mouth. His one hand was cupping the back of my head, and the other hand had slipped under the shirt and was tracing designs on my back. His tongue skillfully entered my mouth, rubbing against my own. And I tightened my hands in his hair, moaning into his mouth. We pulled away, breathless and panting.
You don't have to be rich to be my girl
You don't have to be cool to rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just need your extra time and you're …kiss
I rested my cheek on his chest. And his arms were wrapped around me, anchoring me to him as he rested his head on the top of my own. I could hear his heart; it was racing just like mine. We stood like that for a while. Soon my heart calmed down, as did his.
"I need to change." I said, but not moving.
"Okay." He replied, not letting me go either.
I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.
"I can't unless you let go." I pointed out.
"Then you can just wear this."
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked.
"I can wait."
My stomach grumbled loudly, and he chuckled. "But apparently you can't."
"It's not by choice." I shrugged.
He smirked, shit why did I say that? "So you'd rather be here with me than eat food. And I know you love your food." His smirk grew.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say anything so I closed it. I was flustered. "I… I…" Fuck, what do I say?
He grinned and placed his mouth near my ear and whispered, "That's okay, love. Cause I'd rather be here with you in that shirt too." I, being the smart, witty person that I am, just nodded and went to change my clothes.
As I slipped on my pants and pulled them up, I heard someone enter the changing room. And then I heard the most annoying voice in the whole world, "Sirius, baby. What are you doing here?" I gagged, as I buttoned my pants. Baby, why the hell would she call someone like Sirius baby?
"Goldberg." Was all he said curtly. In a tone I've never heard him use before.
Angelica, being the person she was, brushed off the brush off (if that's even possible) and continued, "I haven't seen you around in so long." She whined. Of course everyone knows what she meant. Sirius chose to ignore her. But Angelica really knows the meaning of perseverance. "I haven't seen you around since, like, the second week of school. We couldn't meet because of my detention," I stopped buttoning my white shirt as I heard that, "but detention's been long over and you still haven't dropped by."
Hearing the dangerous lilt in her voice, I started to button my shirt again, fast.
"Rumour has it that you are on a date with Perry." She made Perry sound like a disease. I so hated that damn bitch. When he didn't say anything in my- in our defense, something that hurt me more than I would've liked to admit, she continued, "I knew that was just a rumour. I mean you and that freak…" She laughed, "Did you know that she couldn't even sleep through a single night in first and second year without the lamp next to her bed on. Even then she woke up most nights screaming, drenched in sweat. She won't be any fun for you at nights. I, on the other hand…" The conversation, rather Angelica's monologue, since Sirius refused to say anything, went on for a while. Then one of her groupies came in and asked her to come have a look at some dress or something, I wasn't listening. I was sitting on the floor, really hurt that Sirius hadn't said anything to defend me. Nothing at all.
And then I got angry at myself. I didn't need anybody to defend me; I could take care of myself. So I put on my shoes, opened my door with more force than necessary and left the cubicle. Sirius was leaning against the wall opposite my cubicle, hair falling into his eyes, looking gorgeous as usual. Hating myself for the usual tightening of my abdomen, sweaty palms and racing heart, I walked towards the exit. Telepathically, I searched for Lily. Luckily she was still in the store. Dumping the shirt in a pile where everyone who had tried on dresses but not wanted them; I walked out of the changing room. I was angry at myself. So damn angry. To think that I could trust him. Goddamn bastard. Lily was standing at the cashier's counter, waiting for her change. I walked towards her, trying to calm down unsuccessfully. I stood next to her, anger rising not reducing and tried to talk but I could hear too many thoughts, feel too many emotions, none of which were my own. There was a jar on the counter, full of change that started to shake ominously. So I told her curtly, "I'm leaving. Will explain later."
Staring at the jar warily and then somewhere behind me, no doubt at whom, she nodded. Gathering my coat and scarf from the coat rack I wrenched the main door open and then slammed it shut behind me. Not bothering to put on either of them, ignoring the rain, I walked off with no real place in mind. "Alex!" I heard him shout. I ignored him. "Alex!" He yelled again, his voice closer than before. So I started to run. "Lexie, wait!" And it sounded like he was right behind me. "Leave me alone!" I yelled, still running. The raining was making it very difficult for me to see where I was running, but somehow it didn't matter. All I wanted to do was to run away from him, to think and make sense of what had been happening ever since school started. I could vaguely make out my surroundings and it looked something like the Shrieking Shack. And then I remembered that the Shrieking Shack was haunted. That thought made me stop. That's when I looked around, and realized that I couldn't see anything. Not because I had suddenly gone blind or something but because my surroundings were in complete and utter darkness. My heart missed a beat, I swear, and I started to hyperventilate. In that very moment I forget about my charmed powers and Wiccan heritage or that I was most probably more powerful than whatever haunted this place. All I could say was, "Fucking hell." And I turned around to run out of there. Instead I ran into someone. So I yelled, really loudly, thrashing in the arms of my captor. He pulled me into his arms and held me there tightly. Just as I was going to orb out of there I heard the person say, "Shh. Calm down, Lexie. You're safe."
Hearing his voice made me start fighting again, "Let me go." But he wouldn't. His one hand was stroking my wet hair and his other hand was rubbing my back soothingly. All this while he was shushing me. And I had never felt safer. So I closed my eyes and waited. Willing myself to forget what had made me run in here in the first place, I rested my ear on his chest, his heart was beating as if to reassure me that I was in the arms of a living, breathing person and not some dead monster. I took several deep breaths, trying to stop myself from shaking but it didn't seem to work. After a couple of minutes, I started to calm down. "Let me go now." And I tried to move out of his embrace, but he wouldn't let me go. So I tried harder, "Please you have to let me go. Didn't you hear Goldberg, she wasn't kidding. I'm not a big fan of the dark, please. I gotta go." But he still let me go. But I really didn't care. I was still too scared. Maybe he knew that. Or maybe he was just being a damn bastard. "Let me go, I won't run." I grumbled. So he loosened his grip around me and tentatively released me from his stronghold in a way that made me think that if I showed the slightest sign of fear he'd pull me in his arms again, a thought which made my heart skip another beat. I opened my eyes and took a step back. It was still too dark and I was still too scared.
"Sirius?" I asked.
"What love?" His voice was strong and reassuring.
"Do you have your wand with you?"
"Of course." He said simply.
"Light it, will you?"
Three seconds later I heard him mutter, "Lumos." And then there was light. It wasn't much, but it was something. There was a slight glow in the room and pitter-patter of the rain was comforting. I sighed in relief. I didn't look at him, instead I looked around. Shrieking Shack looked like a normal enough place. Well it would have been normal if it hadn't been for the dusty furniture that had been torn apart. There were scratches on the wall that had been made by something with very big and strong claws. As I ran my fingers through one such scratch I whispered, almost to myself, "Ghosts don't do this."
I jumped slightly when I heard him say, "No they don't."
I walked away from the wall, picked up my coat and scarf that I had dropped when I ran into Sirius and started to leave when he grabbed my arm, "Wait. We need to talk."
I didn't turn around, "Let me go." I said as I tried to grab my arm back, but he had a firm grip. So I violently turned around, something he didn't expect because I felt his grip slack, I grabbed my arm and shoved him as hard as I could, "What the fuck do you want to talk about?" He staggered back a couple of steps before he regained his balance. But he didn't say anything. So I lost it.
"What you have some kind of mental retardation that prevents you from speaking at certain points or something? What the hell do you want from me Sirius? What is this," I pointed at him and then me, "all about? You're driving me crazy! You know that? Crazy! I'm angry. I'm angry and hurt 'cause you didn't say anything to Goldbitch. That would never have happened before. Before I met you, I would never have gotten angry at someone for not standing up for me. I would have walked out that cubicle and told Goldberg to shove it myself. But I didn't. I waited for you to say something, anything. But you didn't say anything!" Just as I yelled anything, I threw my coat and scarf at him which he caught easily. I stamped my foot impatiently, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything. Again. Heck, he wasn't even looking at me. So I kicked a piece of broken furniture as hard as I could and turned around to leave when he stopped me, with his voice this time. "You think you're the only one confused here? You think this isn't driving me crazy as its driving you?"
I stopped, but I didn't turn around. I heard him walking towards me, until he was right behind me. "Do you know why I didn't stop Angelica from saying anything? It wasn't because I wanted to hear her bitch about you or because I want to get into her pants. It's because I was too busy reminding myself that it's not right to hit a girl." I stiffened. And I know he felt it, "That's right. All I could do was picture me bashing her head against the wall." He paused. I found myself picturing him bashing Angie's perfect little face into a wall and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing. "I've never had such an impulse before. So forgive me for not saying anything to her then. I'd rather you think I'm a prick than a brute." I let out the breath I was holding and whispered, "Why is this so scary?"
"I don't know." He whispered. "But do you know what I do when I'm scared?"
I shook my head, "What?" I asked.
I felt his arms encircle my waist, as he pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head, "I wait for it to pass."
And so we stood together and waited for it to pass.
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As I think back on that evening, the major emotion that I was feeling (other than the fear of the darkness) was surprise at his revelation that he was scared too. And I remember something Aunt Phoebe told me as a kid, "Its okay to get scared sweetie. It means you have something to lose." So we had something that was worth losing. And right then and there, in that almost dark that was enough for me. I don't know how long we stood there, and it didn't matter that we didn't say anything. That silence was just as comforting. As the sun started to set, he laced his fingers through mine, picked up my coat and scarf, draped his around me and together we walked back to the castle. Lily was pacing in front of the fire with James following her with her eyes. She had this wild look in her eyes and I knew that I had scared her really badly. But then she saw our hands laced together and she calmed down a little. She walked towards us and told Sirius in this really threatening voice, "I know you're James best friend and everything but hurt her and I kill you, you know that right?" I knew Sirius was amused; the quirk of his mouth sold him out, only to me apparently. He just nodded solemnly.
It's been three weeks since that day and Sirius I were… well we were just us. We weren't boyfriend girlfriend. And we most definitely were not friends. Friends didn't make out as much as we did. We had made a lot of progress, but according to Lily it wasn't really progress till we actually acknowledged that we we're dating. But we didn't care so Lily had to keep her mouth shut.
I knew a lot about Sirius now; he was surprisingly chatty when in a good mood. He hated his brother Regulus, a Slytherin who was in my year. He had an older cousin; Andromeda who was married to a muggle called Ted Tonks and had just given birth to a baby girl, Nymphadora. He had run away from home last year and had lived with the Potter's- whom he worshipped. Recently his uncle Alphard, the only muggle loving Black other than Sirius and Andromeda had passed away leaving Sirius a large fortune with many estates.
When I asked him about the tattoo on his back he told me it read 'Toujours Pur' which meant forever pure. It was the motto of the Black family. When I asked him why he had it tattooed on him if he hated everything his family stood for, his eyes had darkened and he had told me in a harsh tone that no matter what they were his family, his uncle and Andromeda had been Blacks as well. I knew what he meant, I mean after everything my mother had done, somewhere deep down I loved her because she was my mother. But I would never love her as a person.
I could see the love and adoration he held for his cousin and I didn't miss the glimmer of pain which he hid soon enough when he spoke of his uncle. And despite what he said about Regulus, there was an air of sadness at the way things had become so bad between the two brothers. To any other person it would have seemed that Sirius said this without any emotion, but I had come to read the subtleties that made Sirius Black who he was. Mysterious he was no doubt, but he wasn't unfeeling. Sirius Black was such a multi faceted person. At first I thought they were just masks, later I learnt that every aspect of his was a layer, each adding to his allure. He was lasagna, in a way. Each layer of pasta covering a different layer of meat, vegetables and cheese. Each layer was just as important, making the dish complicated, but still so delicious.
"What are you thinking about, love?" He asked me in the reassuring voice of his.
"I was thinking about how you remind me of lasagna."
I heard the amusement in his voice as he said, "Do I want to know?"
I turned my head to face him, "Do you?"
He propped himself on his side, resting his head on his hand, "I do."
So I explained it to me. About the layers and the lasagna. And he chuckled, "You have quite the imagination." And then he said in a sober tone, "You really think that?"
"I really do." I sighed. I got up and turned towards him, folding my legs Indian style. "Look I'm not proud to admit this but I really thought you to be a shallow person with an agenda of pranks and fucks." I screwed my face as I said fucks. I saw him open his mouth to say something so I held up my hand to stop him, "And I'm saying now that I was wrong. I just saw what the others saw; saw what I wanted to see. But then I took a deeper look, I gave it a lot of thought and I realized I was wrong."
"What made you change your mind?" He asked me in a neutral voice.
"Your eyes." I blurted out. And then cringed.
"My eyes?" Amusement was evident in his tone.
I rolled my own eyes. "Yeah your eyes. It's just they're so guarded all the time and that breakfast before the Romeo and Juliet lecture, when we were… y'know," I paused.
"Yes. I know." The 'I know' was sarcastic no doubt, but I ignored it, "Please continue."
"Yeah. Your eyes." I stopped again, rubbing the back of my neck uncomfortably. I was running out of steam and fast. "You know what, it doesn't really matter. The point is that I did change my mind and now here we are."
He got up and moved closer. His hands rested on either side of me as he leaned over on his knees. His lips were too close to mine and I could smell him, stormy and fresh. "You know what got me interested?" He spoke in a soft, clear tone. I was so dazed at his closeness, the warmth that his body was emitting that I all I could do was shake my head. "That English class. The moment you said Juliet was an idiot I was interested. Most girls think it's romantic that she fell in love with the enemy. But that matter of fact tone you called her an idiot in…" He shook his head as he chuckled. "And then the way you said you'd take matter in your own hands, the way you told Mandy to get over me with me right there, how could I not be interested?"
"So you weren't angry with me?" I willed myself to ask, my lips barely moving.
"I should have been mad, shouldn't I? You did call me 'some guy.'" I looked down, embarrassed for the way I acted that day.
"But I wasn't." He whispered. "Just set on making you realize that I wasn't 'some guy.'"
"Well then you'd accomplished what you set out to do. Cause I know you're not some guy." I looked into his eyes, "Some guy wouldn't have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." As I said that I brought my hand to his face, brushing back the hair that was falling into his eyes. "Some guy wouldn't rebel against his own family; go against everything he was taught. Some guy wouldn't give up his own family because he didn't agree with their notions. Some guy would be so loyal to his friends, so brave. Some guy," I continued, but my voice was really soft, "Some guy wouldn't kiss the way you do."
With that I closed the slight gap between our lips. My hand slid down his face, to his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer. He kissed me back, strong and hard. Before I knew it, I was on my back with him hovering above me. His hands were at the hem of my t-shirt, teasing the skin above the waistband of my sweat pants. My own hands slipped underneath his shirt. His skin so soft, so warm. His stomach muscles clenched as I ran my fingers lightly over them. All this while his lips were moving against my own, strong yet gentle. He dipped his fingers under my shirt and skimmed them up my stomach and stopped right at the underwire of my bra. His touch was fleeting, ghostlike. I opened my mouth to take in a deep breath as I arched my back. He took this as the moment to slip his tongue in my mouth. I met his with my own, stroking his tentatively. But he was not having any of it; he wrapped his tongue around my own, urging me to be just as bold. As he pulled away to kiss my jaw, planting butterfly kisses down my neck I realized just how late it was. I curled my fingers in his hair and spoke breathlessly, "It's late Sirius. We should be heading back." He groaned against my neck and I tightened my grip. "Come on. I really need to sleep. I have charms first thing in the morning. God knows I need to be awake for that." That made him chuckle and pull away from my neck meet my eyes. "Yes you do." He kissed me one last time and pulled away to stand up, holding out a hand for me. But I ignored and stood up on my own. I bent down and folded the blanket that I had gotten. "Let's go." He was leaning against the wall next to the door, hands folded across his chest looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"What?" I asked him.
"Go out with me."
I frowned, "Don't I every night?"
He walked towards me, took the blanket from my hand and dropped it to the ground. Holding my hands in his big, calloused ones he said, "Be my girlfriend."
I sucked in a deep breath. My heart started to beat faster as I repeated what he said in my head. Girlfriend. He said be my girlfriend. He wanted me for his girlfriend. Oh my god!
"You're flushed." He said, as his one hand caressed my cheek. Excitement, nervousness and …lust started to wash over me, my heart started to pound as I started to lose control over myself, over my powers. I jerked away from him and stood up, walked towards the parapet, staring at the castle grounds below.
"What's wrong?" He asked confusion and anger mingling with the previously dominant excitement, nervousness and, as uncomfortable I was to acknowledge it, lust.
Leaning over the parapet, holding my head in my hands I groaned. "Nothing, just give me a minute." I felt him move, probably with the intention of walking towards me, something that really wasn't a good idea at this point. "Stay there." I said, a little too harshly. "Just a minute. I just need a minute." I continued in a much softer tone. After a couple of deep breaths I was able to calm myself down and in turn control my empathy. Jesus, I was losing control too often around him. This time I didn't hear him walk towards me and I jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Relax." He said, as his grip tightened and he turned me towards him, placing his other hand on my shoulder as well.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.
Not knowing what to say, I just leaned forward and rested my forehead on his chest. His arms lifted and pulled me closer.
"So it's not because you don't like me." He stated but there was a hint of question too.
"Of course not." My voice was muffled.
"Of course not what?"
"I do like you. That's the problem."
"You'd rather be the girlfriend of someone you don't like?" I could hear the amusement in his voice, so I lifted my face to look up at him and growled, "This is not amusing."
"Well it is a little amusing." His mouth was quirking.
"It's not. What's wrong with the way we are?" I whined.
"We're already acting like a couple so why not make it official?" He stated simply.
"Don't you find it a little weird that you want a relationship and I don't?" I asked trying to change the topic. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say cause he dropped his arms and took a step back, his expression guarded. "You don't want a relationship?" He asked evenly.
I closed my eyes as I said, "I don't want a relationship with you."
His voice hardened as he said, "Thank you for clearing that up." And turned around to leave.
He had already taken a couple of steps when I called out, "Sirius wait."
He stopped but he didn't turn around, his body stiff.
"I… I didn't explain what I wanted to say… I mean I wasn't clear." I was trying to speak, but I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say.
"I think you made it perfectly clear that you don't want to be with me." He bit out.
I rolled my eyes at his dramatics and went to stand in front of him. He didn't look at me, just keep staring at the wall behind me. I rolled my eyes again and tried to muffle my laughter, but it got out. That got his attention, "You think this is funny?" he spat.
"Well…" I began but the laughter got the better of me.
I'm sure I heard him say, "Bugger." Before walking around me to leave when I grabbed his hand to make him stop.
I made him turn around and reached up and grabbed the sides of his face to make him look at me. I held his face as I said, "I'm here aren't I? Every night I've been here with you. I even told you I liked you. That's not the problem."
"Then what is it?" He asked.
"I'm scared of what will happen when everyone will know." I whispered. "I'm scared of what they will say."
"What does it matter what they say?" He asked me heatedly, as he grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him.
"Look at you and then look at me. I'm a complete mess. And you… you know exactly what you want. I can't even tell the people I care about that I do care. You… you left your family cause of what you believed in. You're everything I'm not, everything I want to be. They," I nodded my head towards the door, "will see it. People like Goldberg, they know and they will tell you that. And you might not believe them then. But later, after hearing it so many times you will see it too. And then what? Don't you see, I don't want to get hurt. I'm not as strong as I pretend to be Sirius, don't you see? So as long as this is not a relationship, they won't care. We can still do this. But giving this a name, it's… it's so," I looked down and whispered, "So damn scary."
His grip on my arm relaxed and his one hand cupped my chin, raising it. And he kissed me. It was short and swift, but passionate. "I don't care about them, okay? This is just you and me. What we have right now is enough for me. It's what I want. Fuck the rest of them. My friends, people who really matter, think this is really good for me. And I think so too. So do you have any real reason, like the fact that you don't like me or something, for us to not be together? Officially." He spoke in a stern, determined voice.
I was still reeling from the kiss, from what he said. I cocked my head to one side, and shook my head slightly to clear it, "No. No I don't."
I straightened and nodded. "Good."
"Okay then." I echoed.
The two of were silent.
"So does this mean…" I asked
"Yes it does." He cut me off.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Well what do you mean?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Shouldn't we like kiss or something to… you know seal the deal or something?"
His eye brow quirked and a smirk appeared, "I think we should."
I stood with my hands on my hips, "Well then what the hell are you waiting for? Seriously are you that thi… oomph." He cut me off with a toe curling kiss. We pulled back, breathless and flushed. "You talk too much. You know that?" He said, still panting slightly.
"Shut up." I said as I rolled my eyes and kissed him again.