Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Norway, 1978
September 15th, cold but cosy

I gasp when the rental car suddenly stops. "I thought you knew how to drive it."

"I do," Sirius is grinning. 

I narrow my eyes, Sirius randomly grinning is not a good sign, not if it's paired with the random halting of the car. "What are you thinking?"

"You see that?" He lifts the sunglasses off his nose. 

I frown and turn in the direction he's pointing at. There's a clothing store, the neon sign is fluctuating with a few broken LEDs and the inside is nearly empty aside for two staff members and a lone woman who's looking for something in the kid's section. 

"Yes. . .?" I answer cautiously. 

"You also see that mannequin at the right?" He smirks. 

I turn again and my eyes widen. The mannequin at the right is wearing a sequin lingerie and I know that's the one he's mentioning because there is no other mannequin there. 

"Yes . . ." I answer again. 

"Let's steal it."

I snort in surprise, but frown when I notice he's being serious. "We're literally the richest people around here, Sirius."

"Let's steal it." 

"Sirus we're millionaires —"

"Let's steal it, Elena!" He claps his hands once excitedly and gets out of the car. 

I'm still in shock when he opens my door and holds my hand, leading me inside the store. 

"Are you sur—"

"I'll divert her, you take it and run."

"Sirius —" I try one last time but he's already left, whistling and smirking, too giddy with his idea. 

I shrug and go along with it, being left with no other choice. The rack nearest to the mannequin is of lacy bras and I actually feel invested in them because the surface is soft as fuck. 

A few seconds later I hear Sirius and the staff member chatting softly, turning around I catch him holding her hand as she flirts with him and he winks at her. 

I know he's only trying to divert her attention but something in me snaps. It's a few more seconds later when I realise I'm jealous. And my anger at myself surpasses the feeling of envy because jealousy only comes after feeling something for a guy and I do not feel anything for Sirius Black. 

Huffing an annoyed breath, I turn around and while the lady is engrossed with Sirius, take off the lingerie with precise movements. 

Before anyone knows, I'm running out of the store with sequin lingerie in my hand. 

There is a guard outside that we hadn't seen before, my eyes bulge out but despite it all, a laugh escapes my lips.

"SIRIUS!" I scream, too thrilled to look behind as I run. 

"RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" He shouts back, "Get in the car!"

I do as he says, throwing the lingerie in the back seat as I get inside the rental convertible. 

I twist the keys and take the driver's seat, pressing the accelerator while Sirius is still on the run. 

"ELENA, YOU LITTLE FUCKER!"

I laugh loudly as he tries to catch up. Looking back, I realise the guard has slipped and has a death grip on Sirius' foot as he tries to run. 

Another laugh slips out of me as Sirius runs with the guard holding onto his ankle. He barely gets to touch the back of the car when I increase the speed. His eyes lock into mine and it clearly says "Wait until we get home."

This makes me push the accelerator harder. Sirius curses and finally manages to open the passenger door and jump inside. With one leg still outside, I push the speed and Sirius yells my name with a laugh. 

The guard gets left behind as Sirius closes the door but doesn't sit back down, he's standing on his seat, his hair wildly blowing in the cold wind. 

I know he might catch a cold with how red his nose has gotten but he doesn't seem to mind as I navigate through the streets. 

Grandfather had me and Sirius learn the muggle car driving but Sirius was far better at this than I was. I've noticed he has a hidden love for muggle automobiles and have stored the information at the back of my mind for later. 

As we move onto the empty highway, I am well past the speed limit and the car is breezing through the road. I feel . . . I feel . . . alive. 

I feel alive. I feel so alive I don't have words for it. 

I avert my eyes to Sirius and he's already looking at me, still standing on the seat his hair are getting in his eyes but he doesn't seem to care. He's looking at me so intensely that I nearly leave the steering wheel and jump into his arms for the most romantic kiss of my life.

Sirius pulls out his wand and mumbles a spell I have no idea about but suddenly the wheel is auto-navigating and the highway has no bumps or turns anyway. 

I feel my breath catch as the speed gets even higher and suddenly I have no control over my mind as my body stands on my own seat and pulls Sirius towards it. 

Our lips are too close, brushing but not really and our breaths mingle with each other, our eyes lock and goosebumps rise on my arm. His lips part and so do mine but as we enter a tunnel on the highway and the lights dim, our distance vanishes. 

He pulls me into him so fiercely, I need a moment to close my eyes and realise the beauty of the moment. 

The lights are blue and ignited yellow around us in the Lærdal Tunnel and Sirius is kissing me like there is no tomorrow. I think I might melt. 

The kiss isn't rough or gentle. It's oblivion — it's fucking dirty. It's open-mouthed and desperate, our tongues touch and retreat and it's a battle to get closer than is possible. 

My body can't have nearly enough of him and suddenly, I am reminded of him flirting with that staff lady and I have a territorial feeling I've never had before. I pull him in, kissing him rough and he responds with his hands fisting in my hair. The car takes a turn and the lights get lighter and darker and it's like music, the way my heart is beating, the sound of wind whipping around us. 

I don't think I've ever lived more than I did at this moment. 

His hands travel all around and dig in my hips and my nails hold his back for life support, we breathe heavily through our noses because there's not a goddamned chance we'd pull away. 

My hands itch to take off his shirt, his perfect black shirt that he paired with black pants, looking like old money divine come to life. His goddamn perfect hands and those perfect rings and that perfect smirk he's been teasing me with this entire time, I am so infatuated. 

I am so attracted. I am so

I am so-

I — I am so . . .

Sirius pulls away at last, breathing heavily against me, our noses touch and so do our foreheads. The kiss was so shattering that I'm grateful he's holding me or I would've fallen down. 

We look at each other and he's smiling. Before I know it, I am too. We're laughing, laughing so hard, our breathing is all forgotten. 

Laughing so hard it's turned silent, laughing so hard that I feel —

I feel . . . 

I feel like I don't want to spend a moment away from this man. It's dangerous but it's true. 

Laughing so hard that he can't seem to pull away from me. 

Laughing so hard that his eyes water and he kisses me again.

Laughing so hard that I kiss him back with everything in me and the tunnel is coming to end.

Laughing, laughing, laughing our way to a blissful bubble of only us. Only us and no one else. 

We don't know when we reach home but we're still laughing when I change into that sequin lingerie he made me steal.