𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜 ━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧 053. a mutual connection
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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘. A quiet, colourless life. When his lips closed around hers, when his calloused hands held her soft face and his index-fingertips touched the curve of her cheekbones, the silence exploded and she was thrown into a world of colours. Every single thought, everything that mattered was stripped from her tired brain. She saw him. Him, him, him. His lips on hers, his hands in her hair, the feeling of his breath on her face.
The thrill she had felt the nights she met with Sirius in secret was like none other. And she wanted to do it again. So she did. She left a crumpled-up piece of note in Sirius' pockets after their Defence Against the Dark Arts class and awaited his arrival the moment the clock hit 9.
When he did arrive, his left hand immediately tangled in her hair, blonde waves looped around his fingers. His right was firm on her back. He was careful. So careful, it worried her. It wasn't lustful, his kiss wasn't filled with an alarming hunger. He was wanting, he was gentle and he was savouring every bit.
Scarlet pulled away, her left-hand firm on his chest. "Sirius," she mumbled, words airy against his bottom lip. He hummed in response, a low, short groan, one that came from his chest. "Sirius,"
"Yes, darling?" Her face was in his hands, the pads of his fingers moving over her smile lines. His blown-wide eyes consumed her sapphire irises. He noticed as her eyes moved to the stars above, outside the window. He watched her watching the stars.
"If you squint," she muttered. "You can see Canis Major. It's really bright,"
He looked at the sky, finally. "Huh," Sirius hummed. "I see it."
"See, I pay attention when you tutor me," she said. Sirius was practically amused at her attempt to turn around the moment.
"Tutoring? I thought it was more of a payback," Sirius shrugged, reminding her of her own words. "Since you assist me in DADA,"
"Hm," she hummed, tightly gripping the railing of the tower and attempting to get rid of the feeling of his soft lips on hers.
"You know, that night when I went to the Dungeon to get you and your friend," he started, similarly looking at the sky. "I met that gruesome Bloody Baron and... he said something odd,"
