'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN; they want you or they don't. say yes
[ DECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH, 96' ]
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'It's always been wait and see A happy day and then you pay And feel like shit the morning after But now I feel changed around And instead of falling down I'm standing up the morning after And I could be another fool Or an exception to the rule
Crooked spin can't come to rest I'm damaged bad at best She'll decide what she wants I'll probably be the last to know No one says until it shows, see how it is They want you or they don't. Say yes. I'm in love with the world Through the eyes of a girl... '
"Merry Christmas, " Sirius said in a husky, yet pleasant voice. Any attempts to wake her had proven futile, his' hair fanning out where his body hovered above hers.
She sounded pleading and pulled the duvet over the both of them, "Ten minutes, I'm exhausted... "
"Now, you know I can't do that, " he shook his head, a thinly-veiled smile playing upon his lips.
"Why ever not?" She blinked slowly, adjusting her eyes to the pale morning.
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Harry's waiting, of course, "
"He's not a baby anymore, " Hera groaned, "I think he could contain himself a short while longer, "
"Oh, I don't know about that, " he chuckled, "He might wet himself from excitement. "
"Perhaps he should've thought about that before keeping me up last night, " She said curtly, though the greater part of her voice was muffled against the duvet.
"You've got to be joking, "
Sirius merely shook his head in response, shuffling out of bed momentarily. "I hate to do this, but you've only yourself to blame... "
"Can't you just roll over and go back to sleep?" Hera meanwhile seemed none the wiser to his great ploy, content that she'd been able to wrap herself in its warmth once more before she felt herself being hoisted into his arms.
