NOTE: This takes place BEFORE chapter 3.

"Take that, knight in shining armor. This lady prefers the knave."
- Stacey Jay

Her Unconventional Romeo

"We should do it tonight."

"Why wait for tonight? We're already half-naked right now."

Bella snorted."Keep your pants on, Romeo. I was talking about telling everyone about the engagement. Tonight, during dinner at the Burrow."

Sirius looked thoughtful. "Y'know, Hermione was talking about this Romeo bloke the other day. Wasn't he the one who killed himself because-"

"Sirius, c'mon. Be serious. And don't even-" She raised her hand to stop the "But I am Sirius!" joke that she knew was coming.

The mischievous Marauder closed his mouth and rolled his eyes playfully, his eyes alight with a happiness that she thought she would never get used to seeing.

"I hardly reckon Mrs. Weasley's going to take the news very well. You know how she is."

"Hey," his hand reached out to grasp hers firmly. "Don't fret over it too much. That woman may possibly be more stubborn than your mother, but she'll have to accept it eventually. It'll be okay."

A smile graced the young Potter's face at the mention of Lily Potter. "You know, she would accept our relationship faster if you didn't rile her up so much all the time."

"I don't appreciate her constant reminders that one of her sons would be a better match for you." His grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly, a spark of irritation in his bottomless gray eyes.

Bella understood where he was coming from. Mrs. Weasley made it clear that she didn't approve of their relationship, and would rather have Bella be with one of her sons. While she was able to brush it off with a smile, Sirius didn't take it so lightly. And not that she would ever admit it to him, but she liked it, liked the way his protective nature flared up whenever anyone spoke up against their relationship. It was a vast contrast from the way he used to be in the early days of their relationship, when all he did was try to push her away because he was so convinced she deserved better.

But she didn't want better. She wanted him.

"Well," the green-eyed witch started casually, reaching over to settle herself into Sirius' lap. She curled her arms around his neck and brushed her nose against his. "You and I both know that's complete and utter bullshit."

"Perhaps. But I think I might need some more... reassurance," he replied, and it was like kissing the sun as her laughter tinkled against his mouth and sent all thoughts of the Weasleys flying away.

It didn't take long for things to heat up. Their breathing grew ragged and hands trekked across each other's body, familiar yet as exhilarating as it was the first time, a fire that was about to engulf them alive. Bella's fingers eventually trailed from the hard lines of Sirius' chest to the waistline of his trousers. She broke off the kiss, eyes flickering down to the offending object.

"All right, Romeo, the pants have to go."

Holy crap, this is almost a week late. I wanted to post this on July 15, which was my birthday, but it just didn't feel right yet.

I realized how utterly pointless this chapter is after I wrote it. I know not everyone's a fan of fluff without plot (FWP?!), so I'm sorry if you found it boring and bleh. But I recently made a friend who reminded me of the mischievous side of Sirius, and he's like the most charmingly dirty-minded person I've ever met. I'm constantly telling him stuff like, "Woaaah, keep your pants on, Romeo!" and so I was inspired to write this because of him. So thank you, my unconventional Romeo for the inspiration and the wonderful summer.

I hope the fluff and the (attempted) humor made you smile! It's still technically my birth week, which means if you leave a review it would be my birthday present and that would totally make my day. Just sayin'.