Lily

I started suddenly against the wooden table, my eyes snapping open and flying instinctively to the wizarding watch that Alice had given me for Christmas. Breathing a sigh of relief when my disorientation abated and I realized it was only three in the morning, I let my head fall back onto the page of the book I had been frantically studying. It was exam time, and I was driving myself mad as usual cramming.

Sighing, I straightened and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I was tempted to just go crash on one of the loveseats in the windows, but I didn't want to deal with the chaos that would be Madam Pince if she found me there in the morning. Besides, my chest was still thrumming with the adrenalin of thinking I'd missed my exam, and despite my extreme exhaustion I didn't think sleep was going to be a possibility again anytime soon. I stood, stretched, and began slowly gathering books to my chest.

It was when I was shelving the last of them when I felt it. Electricity singing up my spine. There was someone behind me, very close. Before I could move or scream his breath was on my neck, one hand on my hip and the other gently lifting my hair off my neck. I was utterly frozen, trembling, something akin to terror roiling in the pit of my stomach.

"Up late again, are we?" A smooth baritone, rife with amusement. I recognized that voice, just like I recognized the scent of his cologne, musky like old books and yet clean like the scent that rolls off the ocean. Or maybe it was just him.

"Yeah, studying for exams," I managed. To my horror, my voice was a breathy whisper rather than the strong, even tone that had been my goal. "You should try it sometime." My second attempt was more respectable.

A throaty chuckle. "Yes, but that would distract from much more entertaining pursuits." With that he pulled me roughly against him so that our hips were aligned, and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips when I felt him hard against me. And then his lips were on my neck, worshipping the underside of my jawbone, making their way towards my clavicle. I let my head rock back against his shoulder as one hand traced circles, tantalizingly light, on my breast. He took my skin between his lips in a way I knew would bruise and I was irrationally glad to have him mark me in such a way. I let out a small moan, he moved against me, and suddenly neither one of us could stand the mounting pressure anymore.

My hand flew up to cradle the back of his head and he moved in hungrily, his other hand, which had been gripping my hip, plunging downward suddenly. Our lips collided at the exact same moment as his hand slipped into my knickers, not bothering to undo the clasp on my skirt. He took my bottom lip between his teeth as I rocked my hips against him involuntarily. Laughing, he broke the kiss for a moment without ceasing the motion that was driving me to abandon.

"Careful now, love, or I might get carried away…" With that remark he stopped dancing around my clit and plunged his nimble fingers inside me. I cried out in surprise and pleasure and he paused, probably afraid that he'd hurt me.

"No, no, don't stop…please…"

"So wet," he remarked by my ear, and I could have sworn I heard him smiling. Before I could do more than let my eyelids flutter at the sensations I was experiencing, he playfully nipped my earlobe before withdrawing his hand, spinning me around, and lifting me up, hands gripping my ass. I responded the only way I could: by throwing my arms around his neck and snogging him fiercely. He kissed me back and carried me easily over to the nearest table, where he deposited me gently and growled in a low voice, "Lay down."

"What?" I replied, breaking the kiss for a moment to truly look at him for the first time. His shaggy hair was mussed and his coal black eyes were full of liquid fire.

"Lily…do you trust me?"

I couldn't find words, but managed to nod, because somehow, against all reason, I did. In response, he took my face between his hands and kissed me with a tenderness that surprised me.

"Then lay down," he commanded, and I did so, feeling that strange sensation in my stomach grow into a roar. This time, though, I recognized it for what it was: not terror, but excitement.

By the time that my shoulder blades touched wood, he had already divested me of my knickers, tossing them carelessly aside. He lowered his head torturously slowly, keeping eye contact with me until it was no longer possible, and then ducked deftly under my skirt with a grin that made me ache for him even more. And then he commenced to destroy me with aught but his mouth.

"Oh…oh…yes, there…oh, right – OH MY GOD, YES, DON'T STOP, PLEASE…"

At that moment I was seized by a wave of pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced. My hips bucked of their own accord, and he held them steady as my back arched. He held me as I sat up, shaking violently, still coming down from the high of my orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him as tightly as they would go and whispered, "Sirius, I want you inside me, right now."

And then, to my endless chagrin, I woke up.

A/N: Haven't updated for nearly a year and I come back with a sex dream. No wonder. Changed the rating, so don't get your panties in a bunch. Love it? Hate it? Let me know.