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Author\'s Note: This is a little one-shot story/drabble that I thought up. I really wanted to write it down though, and it ended up being pretty good I think! I hope you all like it too, please read and review when you\'re done and tell me what you think. Thanks!

Summary: A night of passion that is often repeated. A need to be with someone. Is it right? Do they care if it is? It doesn\'t seem to matter, as long as its enough to satisfy what they need from each other.

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of the characters, they all belong to JKR.

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She moaned loudly as his hand pushed her bra down and massaged her breast. His rough fingertips rubbed against her sensitive, pink nipple; making it harden under his touch. He kissed and licked his way down her neck and chest. The feel of his hot mouth on her breast and his wet tongue teasing her more caused her to arch her back off of the cold stone floor and into him. He growled his appreciation.

She needed more though, now. She bucked her hips against him, making him moan this time. Thankfully though, he didn\'t seem to want to tease her anymore. His hands, with those amazing fingers and wide palms, caressed her body as they traveled downwards. He pushed her skirt up and she automatically spread her legs wide apart. She let out a breathy laugh at his groan. She had purposefully not worn any knickers tonight and had purposefully spread her legs to give him the full view of her pink pussy, the folds shining from her arousal.

He reached his fingers to her, slowly stroking at her folds, just barely rubbing against her clit. He was teasing her again, dammit. She let out an impatient noise, but he only laughed. His suddenly pushed two fingers inside of her, making her gasp. She hadn\'t been expecting that. He fingered her with practiced ease and they soon had a slow, wonderfully stimulating rhythm going on. She closed her eyes and could imagine him still right there before her. His black hair messy, and his naked frame slightly tan from practicing quidditch. His cock hard and boldly pointing towards his flat stomach. She loved to run her hands down his stomach and into the thick black curls, but that was only when he let her be on top.

Tonight he had needed this much more then her. His summer after his sixth year had been rough on him and many things had changed in his life. He needed an outlet, somewhere he could forget his problems and just enjoy himself, if only for an hour in the middle of the night in any convienent cupboard or closet they could find.

She was brought out of her thoughts for a moment when he added a third finger and his pace speeded up, more urgent. Soon he would take her. She bucked her hips into his hand, hurrying him again. He smiled and leaned over her, his other hand gently sweeping her red hair from her face. He kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance as they traced her lips. She gave him permission and she softly moaned as he explored her mouth and nipped at her lips.

She sometimes wished she could tell everyone about their \'relationship\' if you could call it that. She supposed it really was. They did care deeply for each other, it wasn\'t only about sex. He talked to her much of the time, telling her of his fears and doubts that she knew he spoke to no one else about. They had really had been just friends until early in their sixth year, that\'s when she had caught him out of bed after curfew, being a prefect but also his friend, she had tried to persuade him to go back to the dorms and she wouldn\'t tell. He would have none of it though, something had gone wrong with him and his friends and although he wouldn\'t tell her everything, the rift between them was his fault.

He had kissed her then as they sat in the middle of the hallway talking. She had been taken by surprise, she had never thought he would do that to her. She thought she had been off limits to him, seeing as who his best friend was and all. She had welcomed his advances though and they had fucked not even a week later. She didn\'t call it making love, because it wasn\'t. What they did was to know there was another warm body with them, to let off kept in emotions, and to just be with someone and not alone.

She wished that he would tell his best friend what was going on with them, but she knew that was impossible. Not with her relationship to him, and his to him as well. It would be too complicated and too Earth shattering. It would tear their friendship into pieces and hers with him as well.

She moaned as his fingers left her. She felt empty without him touching her. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. She smiled softly at him, her hands tracing lines down his face, tracing his jawline and down his neck. She splayed her small hands wide as they felt there way down his strong chest and that sweet stomach of his. He made a small noise in his throat as she reached his cock. One small hand encircling it at its base and slowly started stroking him. She could see in the dim light that there was already precome covering his head and she spread it with her thumb as she continued stroking him.

He finally whispered in her ear, \"Want you now,\" and she whispered back, \"Need you now,\" and lead the tip of his cock to her entrance. He groaned and started to push into her. She let him go as she felt him filling her. She felt his balls as he slid easily inside of her, his entire length now encased in that hot, wet heat. He held her hips and started with shallow thrusts. She moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to get him to go deeper.

She pulled tangled her hand in his thick hair and brought his mouth down to hers. He thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth as he started to fuck her harder. She wrapped her legs around him and they both moaned at the new angle he was hitting now.

She lost herself in him, for a little while neither knew anything else existed but the other. She felt his breath start to quicken and he started fucking her roughly, she knew he was close. He soon hid his face in her neck and let out a cry as he pushed himself inside of her completely again, now coming.

She could feel his hot come filling her, and she moaned. She bucked her hips into him, trying to find release as well and moaned when she felt his fingers creep between their bodies found her again. He squeezed, rubbed, and then twisted on her clit and she cried out loudly as her orgasm rocked her. She rocked her hips into him more, light bursting in front of her eyes.

His lips moved over her sweaty skin, licking and tasting the salt of her sweat. She let out a small whimper as she came back to herself, and could feel him still pressed against her, his cock still inside her, and his lips on her neck. He looked up at her, looking calm and happy. He kissed her again and smoothed her red hair away from her face again. They only spoke in murmurs and gentle caresses during the afterglow and it seemed all too soon that he was moving off of her.

She sat indian style and straightened her bra, shirt, and skirt. She watched him as he stood and also fixed his clothes. They never seemed to take the time to get entirely naked anymore. He was beautiful though, and she loved to just watch him. Watch the way he moved, the way his face changed expressions, the way he talked. She never would tell him though, knowing it would probably embarass him and might make him think she liked him more then she probably should.

He reached out a hand to help her up and she accepted it. She felt pleasantly sore from their little get together tonight. She knew that tomorrow during class that she would shift in class and would be able to still feel where he had been with her. She always relished those moments. They walked silently back towards the dorms. He always insisted on taking her to her door though, he was always a gentleman like that. Most people wouldn\'t expect that of him. She always teased him that considering their positions that she should be the one escorting him to make sure he didn\'t get caught by Filch.

She had said the password to her portrait, which was two old ladies smoking cigars. They had rolled their eyes, being now used to their occupants late night rondevues, and had swung open. She turned to him and he kissed her sweetly on the lips again. He was always affectionate, another thing people wouldn\'t expect of him. She smiled, \"Well now Mr. Black, I suggest that you get back into your dorm room before the Head Girl gives you detention!\"

Sirius smiled recklessly at her, which always made her heart flutter a little, \"Hm, Miss Evans, I don\'t think the Head Girl would. See we have this, \'thing\' going on and I have her wrapped around here, if you know what I mean,\" he said indicating his cock instead of the normal finger.

Lily smacked his arm, making him laugh and look at her body with obvious like. \"You\'re wicked, you know that right?\" she said smiling. He leaned in and kissed her again, both of them smiling. \"Only as wicked as you are, my dear,\" he replied.

She rolled her eyes, but didn\'t dispute him either. \"See you at breakfast tomorrow?\" she asked. He nodded and winked at her as he backed up towards the portrait of the fat lady that was halfway down the hallway.

He turned around and saw her watching him from the inside of her portrait. She always made sure he got into the common room okay. She worried too much over him, but he loved that someone did. He said the password to the fat lady and she swung open to let him in. He looked at her one last time, knowing they would repeat this as they had been for the past year tomorrow night. He couldn\'t wait.

The portraits shut as both students finally entered into their prospective rooms. Neither really knew what would become of their relationship. Logically, it seemed to be doomed to end, but would it really? Neither knew nor cared at the moment. They had each other, and for now that was enough.


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