Learn to love

New year.

I woke in a warm and safe embrace. Snuggling closer to it, I stiffed at the chuckle. Looking up I was staring into storm eyes. Damn did he look sexy! It was then that I noticed how we were entwined. My leg was between his, my arm wrapped around his waist and face in his neck. Giving him a sleepily look, I slowly began to pull back. He wasn't having that.

"Morning." His voice laced with sleep.

"Morning." Trying to pull back again, he tightens his grip. "I have to get up, school."

Lifting his head and looking over mine, he fell back with a groan. "Still have two hours."

"Oh." Trying to relax, I held back the gasp when he rolled us over. Looking up at the man hovering over me, I panicked. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Sirius seemed lost, his eyes fighting an inner battle. "What would you think if I were to kiss you?" His eyes jumping from mine to my mouth.

I didn't know how to respond. If he did, it would be my first kiss. "I-I don't know."

The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs. I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around his strong neck. In an instant, I had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before I drew back into his lips. I could nearly feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off my tongue and seeped down my throat with every push of his tongue against mine.

As we both pulled back, breathing heavily I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. However, before I could ponder on it, he leaned in once more. My lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation percolated into my veins and soon my entire system as he continued to his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto my lips. His insistent mouth, parting my lips once more, sending wild tremors along my nerves, inflicting sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling. Then, I kissed him back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. No one has ever kissed me like this. Ha! Nobody had ever kissed me. I'd always wondered what stories meant by 'melting into a kiss', now I fully understood, dissolving into Sirius's lips.

Slowly he pulled back, a smirk on his red lips. "Well, what do you think now?"

Between the dizziness of the kiss and slight embarrassment, I turned my head away. "I-I need to get up for school." Sneaking out of his grip, I ran into the bathroom, before he could say anything. How can this man have such an effect on me? I couldn't have feelings for him, I just couldn't. Sirius was simply doing this to keep us both safe. But, why did he kiss me? And with such aggression. As I was about to take a shower, I remembered my things were in another room. "Merlin please help me!"

WITH SIRIUS:

Watching her bolt into the bathroom, Sirius groaned and flopped onto the bed. He wasn't sure what came over him. One moment he was in control and the next it went to hell. He couldn't stop once he began, the taste of her lips and the softness of her skin, was just too much. He knew, he had pushed too far and too fast. She was just a girl-innocent and untouched girl-who by the greed of her father was tossed into a marriage. One with a man much older than her, not only that, but Sirius wasn't half the man he used to be. He was broken and had demons. Demons that would never stop their torment. He couldn't deny, that having her by his side, was placing her in danger as well. Even more than her usual ones with Harry. Still, she was a very beautiful girl, and try as he would, he had to have her. It has been years since he's acted as he was raised. Usually, the simple mention of his name, had witches and muggles falling to his feet. But not this witch. No, he'd have to concur with this one. He may be rusty, but it's like riding a broomstick. Once you learn, you never forget.