Sirius/Lily: A Million Different Emotions
Title: A Million Different Emotions
Recipient: chimbomba I hope you like it! :D For hp_wishes.
Pairing: Sirius/Lily
Rating: PG?
Word count: ~605
Request: ”A combination of humor, fluff, and foreboding. Prompt: lightening.”
Summary: He regarded her for a moment and then, suddenly, grinned. And all of the shadows -- both external and internal -- seemed to vanish.
Lily watched Sirius’s face from where she lay with her head in his lap. It was distorted from this angle by the strange way the light hit it, but there was one thing she was sure about; he looked anxious. The hand in her hair was loose, casual, relaxed, but his knee kept bouncing up and down, jostling her head with it. She reached out and patted his chest.
His legs stopped. “Oh, sorry, hadn’t realized I was doing that.”
“You’ve been doing it on and off for fifteen minutes now. What’s worrying you?”
He regarded her for a moment and then, suddenly, grinned. And all of the shadows -- both external and internal -- seemed to vanish. “Do you really want to know the answer? You won’t like it.”
“Tell me.”
He looked away, his eyes distant. “James.”
“Oh.”
They were quiet for some time, Lily heard thunder rumble somewhere in the distance. His knee was still now, but his eyes were far-off. She watched the ceiling, thinking about James now too.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Sirius asked out of the silence.
“He’s fine,” but her voice faltered. It did whenever she spoke about any of them. Because they weren’t always fine. “Anyway, he’s with Dumbledore tonight,” she added, more assurance in her voice.
Sirius sighed, “He’ll be fine.”
Lily didn’t answer, because she knew he was talking to himself now. Instead she sat up and slid back into his lap so that her legs were draped over his now instead of her head and hair. She placed her hands on his rough cheeks. “He’ll be fine,” she repeated. And this time she was the one talking to herself.
He would be fine. He would never know. He would never need to know. She would go home, and smile, and kiss him and pretend that she was still stupidly in love with him and not his best friend.
And to an extent, she did love him, but not like she had.
“Hey,” Sirius muttered, closer to her face than she expected, which startled her.
He laughed, smoothing away some of her hair. “Now you’re the one that looks worried.”
He poked her nose. She scrunched up her face. He pulled her ear this time. “What’s the maaaatter?” He pinched her cheek.
“You, that’s what’s the matter. Quit -- quit prodding at me.”
He held his hands up, palms forward. His eyes were wide as saucers and a little wobbly beneath eyebrows that were trying their hardest to stay away, his smile crooked and innocent. It was the worst puppy-dog face she’d ever seen in her life, suspended between confusion -- and possible guilt -- and pure, mischievous joy.
She burst into laughter, burying her face in his shoulder. “Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.”
“What did I do now?”
She just laughed, shaking her head and clutching at the front of his shirt.
“No respect in this place -- No respect!” he began melodramatically, throwing his arms into the air. “First Peter -- Peter!” he snorted,”-- then Remus, now you. And we mustn’t forget Ja---”
Lily sat up and grabbed his face in her hands, kissing him and stopping him short. He laughed against her lips, but she nipped at his lip and kissed him harder.
It didn’t take him long to forget what he was talking about, and by then they were entwined together on the couch, lost in a million different emotions but trying to forget them all.
A wave of thunder roared and a brilliant streak of lightning crashed down outside the window.
They didn’t notice, but that didn’t stop the storm from growling.
Recipient: chimbomba I hope you like it! :D For hp_wishes.
Pairing: Sirius/Lily
Rating: PG?
Word count: ~605
Request: ”A combination of humor, fluff, and foreboding. Prompt: lightening.”
Summary: He regarded her for a moment and then, suddenly, grinned. And all of the shadows -- both external and internal -- seemed to vanish.
Lily watched Sirius’s face from where she lay with her head in his lap. It was distorted from this angle by the strange way the light hit it, but there was one thing she was sure about; he looked anxious. The hand in her hair was loose, casual, relaxed, but his knee kept bouncing up and down, jostling her head with it. She reached out and patted his chest.
His legs stopped. “Oh, sorry, hadn’t realized I was doing that.”
“You’ve been doing it on and off for fifteen minutes now. What’s worrying you?”
He regarded her for a moment and then, suddenly, grinned. And all of the shadows -- both external and internal -- seemed to vanish. “Do you really want to know the answer? You won’t like it.”
“Tell me.”
He looked away, his eyes distant. “James.”
“Oh.”
They were quiet for some time, Lily heard thunder rumble somewhere in the distance. His knee was still now, but his eyes were far-off. She watched the ceiling, thinking about James now too.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Sirius asked out of the silence.
“He’s fine,” but her voice faltered. It did whenever she spoke about any of them. Because they weren’t always fine. “Anyway, he’s with Dumbledore tonight,” she added, more assurance in her voice.
Sirius sighed, “He’ll be fine.”
Lily didn’t answer, because she knew he was talking to himself now. Instead she sat up and slid back into his lap so that her legs were draped over his now instead of her head and hair. She placed her hands on his rough cheeks. “He’ll be fine,” she repeated. And this time she was the one talking to herself.
He would be fine. He would never know. He would never need to know. She would go home, and smile, and kiss him and pretend that she was still stupidly in love with him and not his best friend.
And to an extent, she did love him, but not like she had.
“Hey,” Sirius muttered, closer to her face than she expected, which startled her.
He laughed, smoothing away some of her hair. “Now you’re the one that looks worried.”
He poked her nose. She scrunched up her face. He pulled her ear this time. “What’s the maaaatter?” He pinched her cheek.
“You, that’s what’s the matter. Quit -- quit prodding at me.”
He held his hands up, palms forward. His eyes were wide as saucers and a little wobbly beneath eyebrows that were trying their hardest to stay away, his smile crooked and innocent. It was the worst puppy-dog face she’d ever seen in her life, suspended between confusion -- and possible guilt -- and pure, mischievous joy.
She burst into laughter, burying her face in his shoulder. “Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.”
“What did I do now?”
She just laughed, shaking her head and clutching at the front of his shirt.
“No respect in this place -- No respect!” he began melodramatically, throwing his arms into the air. “First Peter -- Peter!” he snorted,”-- then Remus, now you. And we mustn’t forget Ja---”
Lily sat up and grabbed his face in her hands, kissing him and stopping him short. He laughed against her lips, but she nipped at his lip and kissed him harder.
It didn’t take him long to forget what he was talking about, and by then they were entwined together on the couch, lost in a million different emotions but trying to forget them all.
A wave of thunder roared and a brilliant streak of lightning crashed down outside the window.
They didn’t notice, but that didn’t stop the storm from growling.