A Sliver of Change | S. Black

Part 3: Chapter 8

Part 3: 

Chapter 8 - 

January 30th, 1997

"Sirius! You asshole!" Lia exclaimed, "I told you, not on my face!"

Lia squeezed her eyes shut, missing the grin on Sirius' face as she muttered a cleansing spell over her face. Her hand reached up to stroke the smooth skin and she was thankful that no stickiness had been left behind.

"You said that it made your skin smooth," Sirius teased, "I was only trying to help you out."

Lia's eyes narrowed in his direction, and she placed a hand on her naked waist. She watched as Sirius' eyes darkened once again and she didn't miss the slight raising of the bedsheets that were wrapped around his waist, his tongue slipping out to lick his dry lips.

"Oh yes," Lia sarcastically muttered, "thank you so much for your chivalry."

She felt Sirius' hands wrap around her waist before she could process it, and she found herself being place on top of his blanket covered lap, a hardness poking against her hip bone.

"Only for you, darling," he grinned at her, leaning in for a kiss.

Releasing a scoff, she didn't hesitate to push his face back with the palm of her hand, her eyes rolling in exaggeration, "I was lying, Sirius," she exasperated, "sometimes I wonder if you're just oblivious or dumb."

Sirius pouted at her words and puckered his lips, "that was an insult, so you have to kiss me," he pointed out. Releasing a deep breath, Lia followed his orders remembering the deal they had made a few weeks ago after the two of them had spent the entire night arguing. Each time someone said something offensive to the other, they had to do something sweet to make up for it.

She had to admit, she did like it after Sirius had called her a particular curse and she made him repay her in a way that most ladies enjoyed.

"Good," Sirius smiled, "now, what is on our plans for today. We can check off shagging for the morning, but don't forget about tonight as well."

Lia didn't hesitate to swat him against the back of his head, "you're a dog," she muttered, holding up her finger before he had a chance to call her on the name, "and no, that isn't offensive seeing as it is the truth."

Her eyes rolled again at his pouting face, and she used the moment of distraction to rise from the bed and pull on a random jumper and slacks from the floor. By the size of the two she knew that it was Sirius' clothes she was adorning, the smell of musky cologne and nicotine filling her senses.

A groan was heard from behind her, "sunshine, if you continue to look like that, then we truly will get nothing done anymore," Sirius told her.

A grin slid onto her face as she sent him a sultry look over her shoulder, "the only way you will get me back on that bed is if you manage to catch me," she told him, winking before she made her way out of their bedroom.

A laugh left her lips when she heard a crashing sound come from the room, followed by a painful moan that sounded like Sirius. Shaking her head at his stupidity she followed the hallways in the Manor, glancing at the room that Harry had chosen for himself to stay in during the upcoming summer break.

Wanting to see the changes that he had done to it during winter break, she walked over to the door quietly, pushing it open to peep into the room she hadn't really had the stomach to visit since her return to life. A small sigh left her lips when she realized that Harry hadn't changed much from what it was before, instead choosing to keep James' memory alive.

His quidditch cup trophy from their final years at Hogwarts sat over on the mantel above his bed, surrounded by the jersey he wore throughout the years. Pictures of James with Lily and their friends were hung around the wall, and the ornament that Peter had gotten her during one of their Christmas' hung on the poster of his bed.