Title: Hot stuff pt. 1|2
Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader and James Potter x Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon x Dorcas Meadowes
Word count: 6k
Published: 16 July 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Notes: College/University!AU - Part 2 is coming on 18 July 2021
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication, groping in a club, mention of anxiety
Challenge: [Tumblr] Song inspiration: Hot stuff by Donna Summer and Kygo
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University has been exhausting. Your studies took up all your time, exams up on exams, unfinished assignments and a bunch of colourful sticky notes decorating your room. You felt like you were digging yourself deeper in your books, but your brain didn't even try to process the information anymore.
Anxiety hit you hard, even after you finished an assignment, your brain screamed to start the next one, however your body wanted nothing but to sleep for eternity. When you finally headed to bed, tucked yourself in, covering your body with the fluffy duvet and shut your eyes, sleep just didn't come.
As if your brain finally processed all that happened since the day you were born, random thoughts appeared in your head. Did you save your essay, have you submitted the right document, where did your favourite trousers go, who invented kettles and why is the sky blue? Your eyes popped open, darkness hugging you, sleep laughing in your face.
Your friends got tired of your ghost like existence and they didn't back down when they decided to attempt to get you out of this hamster wheel.
"Get your ass out of that bed," Marlene, your friend and flatmate barged into your room without knocking. You gowned at the sight of her as you continued to stare at the blank Word document open on your laptop, which was seated on top of the blanket that you covered yourself with. You ignored her presence, trying to at least type one paragraph, unsuccessfully.
"Come on, you can't be cooped up in this room forever," Lily, your other flatmate joined Marlene with a softer, less demanding tone.
"Look, this assignment is due in a month. I have to get this done," you tried to convince them that you were productive. Marlene walked over to you and took your laptop from your lap with a sceptical look as she stared at your empty screen.
"How long have you been working on this?" She asked, her brows raised high, knowing full well the answer to her question.
"Not long," you replied innocently, which earned you a deep sigh from Marlene, one that made you rethink your answer. "Maybe a couple of hours," you rolled your eyes in response.
"You have been working on a blank page for hours? That's what I call productivity," she scoffed.
"I'm trying, okay? I just can't seem to write down a single word," you whined as you pulled your cover over your head, attempting to hide away from your friends and all your problems.
"Of course, you can't. You need to get out, you need to get some fresh air, a new environment. You need to get out of this little cave that you built up," Lily responded this time.
"But I have to finish it," you peeked out of the cover, looking at your friends with pleading eyes.
"And you will, but not today. You are stressing over it like the deadline is tomorrow. Get your ass out of that stinky bed and get ready," Marlene took over with a firm tone.
"It's not stinky," you scoffed in disbelief.
"When did you last change it?" She asked with a suspicious gaze.
"I– 3 weeks ago? I think," you smiled innocently.
"Get out, now!" She grimaced as she pulled the blanket off you and started pushing you off the bed.
"Aright, alright," you replied, your hands right in front of you, giving up resistance. "So, what's the plan?" You asked as you headed to the bathroom and acknowledged that you didn't just need to have a shower and wash your hair, you really needed a good shave because you have let yourself go more than you thought you did.
"We are going clubbing!" Marlene replied enthusiastically.
"Wait what?" Your head snapped towards her direction, your eyes wide in surprise. "I thought we would get some food and maybe chat a bit. I don't want to get drunk, I don't want guys rubbing up on me and I certainly don't want to hear their dumb pick-up lines hoping for a quick shag," you whined in disappointment.
"Honestly, at this point, you just need to get laid," Marlene snickered, which earned an elbow in her ribs from Lily.
"We are not saying that you have to get with a guy, we are simply saying that you should get out, drink a little, dance a little and have fun. If you don't want to go with a guy, it's perfectly fine, but you need to loosen up," Lily seemed more convincing than Marlene and whilst you didn't really feel like partying, you knew your social life has been non-existent and the last party you attended was months and months ago.
You heaved a deep sigh, before you decided. "Fine, I guess I do need to get out there a bit," Marlene and Lily ran up to you, both squeezing you in a loving hug, before ushering you towards the bathroom.
"You stink," Marlene grimaced as she stepped back and nudged you towards the shower, earning a loud groan from you.
It did take you a while to get ready. By the time you finished in the bathroom, the mirror was invisible from the thin layer of fog your hot shower created and you could barely see till the tip of your nose. As soon as you left the room, Lily rushed inside, before Marlene took her sweet time in there.
Clothes covered the carpet and almost each and every furniture as you tried to find what to wear. You had an outfit in mind, but in reality, none of your clothes seemed to fit what you wanted to wear. Marlene and Lily got ready rather quickly. Clothes, make up, hair, all done whilst you were sitting on the edge of your bad in your tracksuit.
"What are you doing?" Marlene walked into your room with a grimace.
"I have nothing to wear," you shrugged nonchalantly. You weren't really worked up about it, it's not like the whole party was your idea to begin with. Marlene just rolled her eyes and started looking around the clothes you threw on the floor, before she headed to the wardrobe to search for something that suited you, but also looked nice enough for a night out.
Luckily Marlene picked out a nice black dress for you. It fitted your body shape perfectly and it looked and felt comfortable. She also picked a white leather jacket and a pair of ankle boots. You often found yourself uncomfortable in anything other than trainers, but you liked what you saw in the mirror. You felt pretty. Make up didn't take long as you weren't keen on wearing too much and you let your hair down, not wanting to bother with a whole work of art sitting on the top of your head.
When all three of you were ready to leave, you called a cab and headed to a rather new club, one that you have never heard of before. The ride was quite quick, within 15 minutes you were at the club, a long queue full of people going just around the corner.
"This will take ages," you whined as you got out of the vehicle, the warm spring night hitting your skin, your jacket seeming just a bit too much for the weather. You took the clothing off and folded it over the tiny bag that hung on your shoulder.
"Or not," Marlene chuckled as she headed to the entrance, making you frown. As you got closer you recognised Dorcas standing in the door, right beside a buffed-up security guy. Marlene hurried her steps and threw herself into Dorcas' arms, kissing her as if they haven't seen each other for days, when in reality Dorcas slept over in your flat the night before.
"I need alcohol for this. I can't handle lovey-dovey couples without being intoxicated," you scoffed, making Lily giggle. You loved Marlene and Dorcas, they were a sweet couple, but deep down you were jealous, and you wished someone would love you as much as they loved each other. Of course, it wasn't a toxic jealousy, you loved how happy they were, but you were slightly bitter about your own love life.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Marlene asked as she waved you and Lily to go over to them. Both of you greeted Dorcas with a hug, before you headed inside, following the loved-up couple in front of you.
The music blasted loudly from the speakers, the club was dark, colourful flashing lights providing you with just enough visibility to see the people that stood close by. You groaned at the packed space, trying to squeeze yourself through the sea of people to reach a table that Dorcas reserved for you. Advantages of being friends with someone who manages the club, apparently
You put down your jacket on the back of the black leather seat and took Lily's hand, dragging her to the bar, needing the bitter taste of alcohol in your system. Of course, alcohol wasn't the only reason for your leave, you didn't want to watch Marlene and Dorcas' make-out session, feeling a tad envious.
As you stood at the bar, waiting to be served, a man appeared beside Lily, his messy black hair standing up in all kinds of directions as if the boy just woke up from a nap. He smiled at Lily, his white teeth shining bright even in the dark club. Without a second thought Lily and the boy found themselves in a conversation, leaving you on your own.
You already regretted leaving your cosy little cave, your warm blanket and soft bed. You already knew how the party would play out. Marlene would disappear with Dorcas, Lily would go with this stranger, who called himself James as you overheard and you would be standing there, alone, like a miserable train wreck.
Lily offered you a smile as you ordered your drinks, triple for you, single for her, before she turned back and continued flirting with the boy. He ran his hand through his already messy hair, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his smile becoming cheekier as Lily seemed more invested in the conversation. You heaved a deep sigh as you placed the drink in front of Lily, who seemed to be ignoring your presence. Rolling your eyes, you paid for the drinks and left the girl behind.
You flopped down at your table, groaning at the sight of Marlene and Dorcas' intimate moment and sank into the leather seat as you slurped on your drink with a straw, the bitter alcohol burning your throat. You watched people grinding up against each other to the rhythm of the beat, bodies attached to each other as if they were moulded together.
"Can you look less like you want to murder someone and more like you actually want to be here?" Marlene asked as she let go of Dorcas.
"Nah," you replied in a sulking tone.
"Come on, have some fun," Marlene whined in a child-like manner. You offered her a phony smile, that just reassured her how badly you didn't want to be there. "Fine, let's dance," she groaned and dragged you to the dance floor.
You gave her a sceptical look as she started dancing under the flashing lights. Her body moved to the rhythm of the song as if she was in complete sync with the beat. Although you didn't feel like dancing, you couldn't stop your hips from moving along the song, Marlene's vibe rubbing off on you. You drank the last bit of your drink, the alcohol sliding down your throat easier than before as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the beat.
You felt free, finally all your anxiety leaving you, even if just for a mere moment. You let go of yourself, moving to the rhythm, hips swaying from left to right, hands in the air as you enjoyed the music blasting loudly in the club.
Marlene took the empty glass from you as your eyes opened involuntarily. She smiled proudly as she headed back to the table to put your glass down and walk back to you. You danced together, the music completely taking over you, your head finally empty. It was just you and a moment of freedom.
Soon Lily joined you with the stranger you left her with, and a wide smile spread across her lips. She danced with her back to James, his hands holding her hips as he whispered something into her ears. Lily turned around, facing the boy, trying to listen as he said something to her and tilted his head to the side. Lily nodded and watched as the boy left her with you and Marlene.
"That was quick," you snickered, trying to shout louder than the music, before you bit down on your bottom lip, realising how mean that sounded. Lily gave you an annoyed look, but soon it changed back to her happy expression.
"He went to get his friend," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Yay, one more horny boy," you snorted which earned you a pinch on your arm from Marlene.
"Stop being so negative. Here, drink this," she said as she gave you a glass filled with something that resembled an orange juice, but you were certain Marlene would not be drinking non-alcoholic beverages in a club.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" You questioned her intentions.
She nodded diligently, not even trying to cover up her motives. "I can't stand you when you are so negative."
"Fine, but you will be taking me home when I'm crawling on the floor," you huffed.
"Or I let a hot guy deal with you," she snickered playfully.
"That's disgusting," you hissed as you finished the glass' content in a swift movement.
"Woah, you'll get so pissed," Marlene laughed loudly as you felt the drink burn your stomach from the inside.
"You wanted me to have fun," you shrugged and for a second you surprised even yourself. But then it was too late to think about your actions though, you already downed the drink. Your head felt slightly dizzy, but the sudden urge to start dancing made you move. The music was just perfect, you felt like you were dancing on clouds as you moved your body, the lights flashing behind your closed eyelids.
"Pre-drinks next time," Lily shouted as she giggled loudly.
You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at the enthusiastic little ball of happiness, nor could you stop smiling just into the air. The alcohol made you feel relaxed and even though you were not one to drink often, you had to accept that it was a good thing on occasions and under surveillance from trusted friends.
James arrived back to Lily, his arms sneaking around her waist, making her giggle. Lily turned around in his arms, dancing with him to the rhythm as he whispered something to her once again. Lily looked behind the boy, as if she was searching for someone. You followed her eyes, getting curious about what was going on.
Your eyes stopped on a boy seated at the bar with a glass in his hand. His long dark locks were tucked behind one ear, the other side falling into his handsome face. You couldn't possibly tell his eyes' colour, but they seemed as light as the sky. He was looking around the club, his eyes studying every inch of the space. His elegant jaw line and parted lips attracted your attention, your eyes focused on the way he downed the last part of his drink, before he removed an escaped drop of liquid from the corner of his lip with the tip of his thumb. His eyes stopped on James finally, offering him a small grin as they seemed to communicate with their eyes, an invisible connection between the two.
You tried to look away, but the odd familiarity of the boy and the sudden realisation felt like a kick in the gut. He looked rugged and rough, but it wasn't his handsome look that forced your eyes to stay on him, but the identity of the person. Sirius Black. His leather jacket casually hung on his shoulders just like the day he offered it to you to warm you up. His white t-shirt was tucked into his black ripped jeans as he tapped his black boots on the floor to the rhythm of the beat, casually enjoying himself as always.
The air stuck in your lungs as his eyes turned to you, a stunned expression across his face, lips parting in surprise as he looked you up and down, staring at you shamelessly. All sorts of thoughts appeared in your head. Were your clothes okay, did your hair look alright, was something stuck in your teeth? You suddenly felt anxious, you suddenly felt like you wanted to look good for him. He was always on your mind, you never forgot about him and now that he was only a few steps away, his mere presence made you feel like you were suffocating.
His eyes stared into yours and however you tried to look away, your body disappointed you. You were frozen as you watched his lips slowly curving into a small smile before it grew into a confident smirk. You scolded yourself for staring so obviously, but it has been a year since you last had the chance to see him, and his smile was just as addictive when you first met him.
You could feel your heart pump heavily under your ribcage, your blood rushing up to your face, your ears closing the loud music out. At that moment you could only concentrate on him. He was a textbook badboy, he always has been, one that you knew you should have stayed away from. But your heart, your eyes, your body all disappointed you and overpowered your mainly logical brain. However hard you tried to force your brain to remember all those nights filled with tears streaming down your cheeks, thrashing around in your bed, attempting to forget his mere existence, now that he was only a couple of feet away, your brain could only remember all the good memories you harboured so dearly. His gentle touches, his deep voice whispering in your ears, his arms sneaking around your waist pulling you against his chest, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, it all came back at once, betraying the logical part of your mind.
Suddenly you felt hotter than before, your palms started sweating, your lips dried out from your uneven breathing. He was looking at you, only you, as if no one else was in the packed club. The handsome grin he offered you made your tummy feel funny for a second. He changed, he seemed more mature, more grown-up, but he was still that confident, cocky boy you met for the first time.
To your surprise you smiled back, the alcohol fighting hard against your will to remain blank. All those painful memories seemed trivial as he smiled at you. You wanted to scold yourself for acting so foolish, but regardless of how painful it was when you parted ways, he always made sure to remind you of how amazing you were in his eyes, how he could barely keep his hands off you, how a simple smile of yours made him feel at ease in the midst of chaos that his life consisted of. You awkwardly shook your head and turned away, trying to compose yourself. Focusing your attention on Marlene, she grinned at you playfully, wiggling her eyebrows, knowing who you were staring at.
"Good choice. I approve," she chuckled making you snort as a laugh escaped your lips and a wide smile spread across your face. Marlene couldn't have known your story, she wasn't in your life when you met the boy.
"Shut up, Mar," you scolded her, but the alcohol didn't let you feel angry. It was as if you were on this happy ride that just kept going up and never wanted to fall. You wanted to be mad at yourself for staring at Sirius so shamelessly, you wanted to be mad at your friend for making fun of you, but you were in a really good mood, finally feeling free as the alcohol rushed through your veins. You didn't want to ruin it for yourself.
Trying to ignore his intense gaze, you placed your focus on the music, dancing to the beat with Marlene as James and Lily kept whispering beside you, before Lily shouted something to you and left with the boy. You watched her back, trying to follow her with your eyes, but soon she disappeared. You looked at Marlene for some advice, but she just shook her head, casually shrugged and continued dancing. And so did you. You just hoped Lily knew what she was doing. Regardless of the slight worry in the pit of your stomach, you decided to just enjoy yourself on the dance floor whilst your favourite songs played as if the DJ knew the music you needed to hear to get you in just the perfect mindset.
But then Marlene tapped you on the shoulder, leaning closer to your ears. "Let me go get Dorcas, I will be back in a sec," she said, leaning back to see you nod. You didn't necessarily want to be left alone, but you couldn't have run after your friends all the time even if they were fine with it. So, you agreed and watched as Marlene battled her way out of the crowd.
You decided to put all your worries aside and continued dancing. You wanted to feel good, you wanted to enjoy yourself. As your hips swayed to the beat, you felt someone's presence behind you and two hands sneaking around your hips. You started slightly panicking, feeling uncomfortable. Turning your head to your left, looking over your shoulder, you met two dark eyes you have not seen before and a stranger whose breath contained more alcohol than you have ever consumed.
"Can you please not?" You spoke up firmly, trying to pry his hands off your body.
"Come on, let's have fun," his speech was slurred, his breath fanning your face, making you grimace.
"I don't want to," you replied as you pushed him away and started looking around, searching for any of your friends. Lily and James were nowhere to be found and as you could catch a glimpse of your table, Marlene and Dorcas were gone too.
"Don't be a bitch. I'll show you a night you'll never forget," he breathed in your face as his arms found their way around your hips once again. You scrunched your nose at the amount of alcohol you inhaled from his breath. You understood that convincing the guy would not work, he was clearly too intoxicated to even process your words.
As you struggled to remove his hands from yourself, you looked around to search for a familiar face. When you looked over your shoulder, you caught sight of Sirius sitting at the bar with his back to the dance floor. Luckily the stranger in front of you was too drunk to even stand properly so you got out of his hold and rushed past him, stopping straight next to Sirius.
"Hi," you greeted him, a tad out of breath. He frowned as he looked at you, clearly not expecting your company, especially not in a distressed form, but he nodded as a greeting. For a second you forgot your eyes on him, admiring his handsome features, but as you looked behind your back, the same drunk guy was closing in on you, trying to stumble over to the bar. "I need to ask for a favour," you stated.
"Yeah? Not the kind of reunion I expected after our last meeting," he replied, clearly confused by you.
"I know, neither do I. But I'm in a bit of trouble," you attempted to explain it quickly as you looked over your shoulder and saw the stranger stumbling over to you. "Could you please pretend to be my boyfriend?" You asked with an expectant expression.
"What?" He asked incredulously, shock sitting across his face, before it turned into a half-smile. "Definitely not the kind of conversation I was expecting from you," he frowned, half taking you seriously, half feeling as if he was being pranked.
"Please?" You pleaded as you got hold of his biceps, trying to convince him. He looked down at your hands squeezing his arm, before he looked back up, his eyes watching the desperate expression across your face.
"Hello, beautiful," you heard as the man appeared, his words slurred. You turned around and looked at him, pulling a face as you realised you were on your own in this situation. It's certainly not the encounter you expected to have with Sirius, but you didn't really have much of a choice at that moment.
"Can you please leave me alone?" You asked the man, staggering in front of you, but you were sure he didn't understand you. He was way too drunk to care.
"Come on now, we are going to have so much fun," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, imitating what he wanted to do to you. You grimaced at the man's behaviour, trying to forget he ever existed, but then he caught your wrist, squeezing it painfully tight.
Before you could have said anything, Sirius grabbed the man's wrist, tightening his grip on it, his veins popping out as he locked his fingers around the man's lower arm. "I think you should leave." Sirius replied in a calm and composed manner.
"I'm trying," the other guy hissed angrily. "You are kind of in the way," he spit aggressively.
"I meant, you should leave alone," Sirius stood up, stepping between you and the man, but your wrist was still stuck in his hold. The man looked at Sirius, before his eyes wandered to you then back to Sirius.
"It's none of your business," he growled aggressively as if he was trying to intimidate Sirius. But he didn't budge. He stood between the two of you, waiting for the man's reaction.
"Or is it?" Sirius asked in a warning tone. The drunk man seemed to be debating his options, before he finally let go of your wrist. You quickly pulled it back, massaging the skin, that was surely going to be bruised.
"Whatever," he said as he grimaced and begrudgingly left you with Sirius and started searching for possibly another target.
"Thank you," you spoke, looking at Sirius' back, grateful for his help. He turned around with a gentle smile across his face and nodded in response.
"Are you okay?" He asked, taking your wrist gently into his hand, trying to inspect it in the dark lights, his touch sending a shiver through your spine. Although it was difficult to see, a small, but visible dark red mark ran around your wrist.
"It's fine," you replied as you pulled your arm back, getting hold of it with your other hand.
"Do you need a drink?" He asked as he sat back in his seat and pointed at the other one beside him, offering you the chair.
"Maybe I do need one," you sighed as you took the high-chair beside him whilst he ordered two drinks that you have not heard of before. "Sorry that I attacked you out of the blue, but everyone disappeared."
"You don't need to explain yourself. It's perfectly fine," he smiled softly. "Are you sure, you are okay?" He asked as he ran his eyes up and down on you, inspecting you for injuries. Or so you thought. He wasn't necessarily checking if you had any other wounds, he knew he got involved just in time. He was just looking for an excuse to stare at you, but then you couldn't be sure.
However, after the 5th time he ran his eyes over you, you loudly cleared your throat and tried to establish eye contact. "I think you would have found an injury by now if there was any," you giggled to yourself as he turned his head away, trying to look at anyone, but you. If you didn't know better, you would have guessed he was beetroot red and slightly embarrassed, but you knew it wasn't easy to make him blush.
"I was just making sure," he tried to save the situation as he downed his drink, whilst yours still have not been touched. A slightly awkward silence fell between you regardless of the music blasting in full volume before he finally spoke up. "It's good to see you though," he added, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.
"It's been a while," you replied with a small smile, not knowing how to react. "How have you been?" You tried to initiate a small talk.
"Oh, so is that how it's going to be?" Sirius shook his head as a cheeky smile started spreading across his face. "I'm not used to you starting casual conversations."
"I guess I've changed," you laughed softly.
"You certainly have. In a good way," he replied as he kept his gaze on you. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was, but it felt like his eyes could read you, as if they pulled you into his addictive aura and you couldn't look away, just like the first time you met him. Back then a glance of his was enough for you to fall on your knees for him, but it's been a while since then and you have indeed changed.
Although there was still a gentle force pulling you towards him, a word, a look, a touch, you wanted it all, craving it as though you were an addict. Memories of him hinting small, reassuring kisses on your neck, arms sneaking around your hips from behind, legs entangled in his bed were all vivid in your mind. You felt your lips getting dry as you recalled some of your time spent together. Shooing away the memories, you quickly downed your drink, the alcohol burning through your throat and stomach. Sirius' eyes widened at your actions, but he didn't have the time to dispute it.
"Where were you?" You heard Marlene's worried voice. You turned around to answer, but before you could have, she grabbed your arm and started dragging you to the dance floor.
"Marlene, I don't really feel like dancing," you tried to shout over the music, but Marlene couldn't hear a word, nor did she seem like she cared. She seemed to be in a rather intoxicated state, one where you knew she needed water, nothing else.
Her hands were above her head, her eyes closed as she moved with the music, jumping up and down. You looked around, trying to find a solution as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the dancefloor. Luckily Lily arrived just in time with James behind her, her lipstick smudged on her face, making you raise a brow as you pointed at your lips. Without words she understood and quickly started removing it with a tissue from her bag.
James was holding two glasses of water, one of which Lily took from him and gave to Marlene who chugged it down within seconds.
After the inconvenient situation you went through and the awkward meeting you had with Sirius, you just wanted to go home and rest. On the other hand though, you didn't want to ruin your friends' mood. You tried to find a way to get out of the situation, when you felt two hands on the side of your hips. You froze in your spot. The hands didn't move, nor did you feel the person grinding up on you. You were stunned for a second, frozen in your spot. Looking at Marlene with two wide eyes and a scared expression across your face, you tried to ask for help, but her cheeky grin revealed the identity of the boy.
You turned your head around to meet those grey irises that saved you not long ago. He smiled at you softly as he tilted his head as if waiting for confirmation that it was okay to dance with you. He didn't say anything, nor did you, but you still communicated without words just like before. The chemistry was still just as strong between the two of you as it was when you first met and even if you tried to deny it, it was pointless. You silently nodded at his request as he started guiding your hips to the rhythm of the music, leaning your back against his chest, his face buried in your neck.
It felt right to dance with him. You could have second guessed yourself, trying to think logically, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You enjoyed being back in his arms once again. His hands were safely on your hips, not trying to wander anywhere else, his eyes seemed more sober than yours as you looked up at him and his smile was genuinely sweet as if he was trying to reassure you that you were safe in his arms.
He didn't try to touch you inappropriately, he didn't try to grind against you, he knew what you needed even after such a long time. He never forgot how to hold you, how to touch you, how to make you feel secure. You turned around in his arms and locked your hands behind his neck, earning a confident grin from him, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his smile grew.
His cologne hit your nose, inhaling his intoxicating scent, the same perfume he used before. His whole presence could have swallowed you and you would have given in without a second thought. It wasn't logical, the alcohol certainly made you more open, but if anyone, it was always him who could easily get you to let your guard down.
His eyes captured yours, his gaze wandering down to your lips more frequently than it would have been appropriate. You could still clearly remember the feel of his lips against yours, his fingers running under your shirt, his touch making you shiver in anticipation. You felt your skin getting hotter, your face flushed from his proximity as you moved in sync with his body. His fingers drew random patterns on your back, his touch soothing against your skin under your dress.
You were never one to crave men in any cases, but he made you feel like you were the only one he needed, the only one in his eyes and that's what made you fall for him back then as well. Still, the reasonable part of your brain didn't want to acknowledge the past. It craved the present. Sirius leaned down to you, placing his face in the curve of your neck, his growing stubble tickling your skin. Your breathing has become uneven, your heart raced at a dangerous pace. His mere presence was addictive enough to make you forget about all your rational thoughts.
"You are still gorgeous," he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe, making your cheeks burn furiously.
"You are just saying that because you are drunk," you chuckled as you tried to concentrate on your dangerously beating heart. You felt your own pulse pumping hard under your skin, your body feeling hot in his embrace.
"I'm completely sober. I have not had any alcohol today," he smirked into your neck.
You leaned back to be able to look into his eyes, a deep frown sitting across your forehead. "Wait, what?"
"My drink was alcohol-free, I haven't drunk anything," he shook his head. "And I meant it, you are stunning, hot stuff," he chuckled playfully, earning a quiet laughter from you, his eyes staring straight into yours as his words left his lips. Those plump lips you found yourself staring at, unashamed. "Do you want to get out of here?" He asked with hopeful eyes, but as the question left his lips, you found yourself debating your choices. Should you leave with him and open up all those wounds, should you hurt yourself again, this time intentionally? You just didn't know the answer and his closeness didn't help you think reasonably.
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