Chapter 9

Alice Longbottom was stretched out on Sirius's bed, quill scratching eagerly over the parchment in front of her.

Sirius longued in a chair nearby, watching her lazily as she wrote a letter to her beloved music teacher. The cream colored strappy dress she wore didn't enitrely conceal her long slender body... the small shapely ass... the slender waist... the pert round breasts...

He had to admit the girl was not unattractive, even if she wasn't his particular type. Though pretty she was a bit plain... a bit mousy for his tastes. An image of Bella swam into his mind. Bella with her dark smoldering gaze... her wicked smile... her low husky purr of a voice... her gorgeous curves. Suddenly the image in his mind image changed to a different woman... one with ivory skin... a warm smile... a dusting of freckles over her nose... long silky copper hair...

"Done" piped Alice cheerfully, jolting him out of his reverie. She sat up, brandishing the peice of parchment happily. "Great" he said disinterestedly, holding his hand out for the paper. She bounced to the end of the bed and gave it to him. As he read it an amused smile spread over her face. Alice went and grabbed her half-empty wine glass that was sitting on the table by the bed. She sipped it...peeking at him shyly.

"Nice?" he asked dryly. "Mhmmm" she said, licking a drop of wine from her lips. "I never had wine before..." she confided, the words coming out very slightly slurred. "I bet' he said wryly, a grin curving his mouth. The bottle was already half empty and he had only had one glass.

He got up and sat on the bed beside her, still reading the letter. She lay on her front facing him, head propped up in her hands as she waited for his to finish. "Well?" she prompted when he had finished. "It's very good" he said with a charming grin. She grinned back, obviously pleased with his complement. He put the letter down looking into her eyes. "Frank is a very lucky man" he said in an a voice that sounded sincere to her ears.

She flushed prettily. "Really?" she asked shyly. "Of course. He has a very pretty girl in love with him..." he said silkily. She giggled. "Pretty? Me?" she asked in a tone that suggested she was fishing for more complements. "Of course" he said... making his voice as low and husky as Bella's could be sometimes. "You're gorgeous..." he said, moving a bit closer to her. She bit her lip gently, peeking at him under her lashes. "I bet you say that to all the girls..." she said... a cute pout on her lips. "Only when I mean it..." he whispered, leaning in slowly towards her.

Alice made no move to resist as he pressed his lips agaisnt hers, sliding his hand around the back of her neck to pull her closer. Then somehow his tongue was in her mouth... and she found she liked it... and his hand was wandering up her thigh... her stomach... her breast...

Suddenly she realized what she was doing and pulled back with an indignant gasp. "What are you doing?" she squeaked, shamefaced as she remembered Frank... kind sweet Frank who loved her. "What?" he said lazily, a contented smile of his face. "You can't say you didn't enjoy it..." he continued. "I did... but it's wrong... I love Frank..." she said guiltily.

He chuckled, moving in to kiss her neck. She couldn't help a soft sigh of enjoyment. "Isn't it good to be bad?" he whispered. Her head drooped back... eyes have closed. Then she seems to come back to her senses, pulling back with an indignant "no!"

"You know you want to..." he said a that low husky tone. "I think I should go home" she said worriedly, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest. "Fine" he said evenly. "I'll send a message to your mother to come pick you up" he finished. She went pale as snow. "No you can't tell my mum!" she shrieked, eyes wide with fear. "Oh right..." he drawled lazily, "She doesn't know you're here." She nodded in a relieved way.

"What would she think of you sneaking to a boy's house in the middle of the night?" he continued in that same tone.

"I know..." Alice said… a 'doesn't-my-mum-suck' smile on her face.

"Even so I think I should tell her…" he said coolly, picking up a quill and piece of parchment. "No!" she yelled, lunging for the quill. He snatched it away. "Don't I'll do anything…"she said resignedly.
He gave her a reproachful look. "All I want is a kiss. That's all" he said persuasively. "Just a kiss?" she asked softly. "Just a kiss" he said firmly.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Suddenly she felt him sliding her skirt up her thighs. Her eyes shot open and she squeaked "You said just a kiss!"

"I didn't say I was going to kiss you here…" he said wickedly, placing a finger on her lips.