Chapter 15
The Knight Bus scattered fallen leaves as it hurtled down the wide avenue with its majestic beeches and its elegant houses.
It screeched to a stop outside a large green-roofed house with pink roses climbing up tall trellises.
The door slid open. Lily Evans said goodbye to the driver, looking solemn but lovely in the white dress she had worn that day in the rose garden. Her long red hair was blowing about her face in the slight breeze and there was a small suitcase clutched in her hand.
She froze when she raised her head and saw who was waiting for her at the end of the Longbottom's Driveway.
Sirius was sanding there, effortlessly handsome as always in a dress shirt and jeans. A warm smile spread over his face as he saw her.
For a moment they just looked at each other… the green eyes searching the dark ones. Then that radiant smile he knew so well broke over her face.
Without saying a word she dropped her suitcase on the ground at his feet and walked over to him. She kissed him softly, lightly, arms winding around his neck.
"How did you find me?" she said softly, a trace of disbelief in her tone.
'I have my ways" he said teasingly.
She let out that sweet, bell like laugh. His face lit up as she laughed, the real version of his most charming smile sliding over his face.
"You look so beautiful…" he said softly.
"I think you might be biased" she said in a soft teasing voice.
"I think I might be in love…" he said in that same soft voice, dark eyes meeting her green ones again.
"I think I might be too…" she said in almost a whisper.
…..
Everything about her was soft.
Her skin… her silky hair… her breathy sighs… her lips on his skin…the look in those beautiful green eyes as she looked up at him.
He hadn't even known it could be like this… sweet, gentle and almost unbearably tender. That it could feel so very good, so very right to give yourself completely to another person.
All his walls were down. He knew that but for once he didn't care.
Nothing else existed… nothing else mattered in that moment except the two of them.
Her slender body arched under his as they inched closer and closer to the edge… to that moment of perfect satisfaction.
It was blissful surrender, pleasure so deep he felt he could almost drown in it.
She leaned up to kiss him, a soft brush of lips that only added to the exquisite sensations flooding his body.
Then suddenly he was spilling over that edge… bringing her with him, his cries of pleasure mingling with her soft gasps.
She lay curled against him in the aftermath, so close her could hear her breathing, her heartbeat, her soft sigh as he ran his fingers through her long coppery hair.
"I love you" he whispered softly in her ear. And in that moment he meant it.