"And which one is making you think I'm not rubbish at this?" she whispered, repeating her question. Looking up at him, Cecilia felt as if she could easily lose herself trying to decipher the haunted look in his eyes. Eyes that she had only seen light up once or twice, but those few, rare occasions were ones she wanted to see again. Even before he had said so himself, she had known he had ghosts, or issues, or he was troubled or whichever wording people chose to use about someone with a traumatic past, such as Sirius. It didn't take a genius or even training in Mind Healing to figure out that a man who had been falsely sentenced to prison for murdering his friends and had spent more than a decade around Dementors and only recently had come back from what she could only compare to death would have a few issues with settling into a regular life. And yet, she felt drawn to him, attracted as she had told him, though to which degree she hadn't known until tonight, when his first, spontaneous kiss had made her see her attraction in a different light.
His fingers were so gentle, his voice soft and the chaste kiss more intimate than she could recall having been with any other man. Letting him draw her along as he stepped back inside the house, she closed the door behind them, though she didn't move away from him. "You shouldn't have to behave, Sirius," she whispered and swallowed down to calm herself and quiet the myriad of contradictory thoughts. "How can I possibly get to know you, if you behave? It shouldn't be an effort for you and if it is, then I'm not the one you... the one you should be... with." Her head was filled with thoughts, wants, needs, reasons she should leave and reasons she should stay and concern for the man who was holding her while looking at her in a way she didn't recognise from anywhere.
no subject
Date: 2012-12-08 04:26 am (UTC)His fingers were so gentle, his voice soft and the chaste kiss more intimate than she could recall having been with any other man. Letting him draw her along as he stepped back inside the house, she closed the door behind them, though she didn't move away from him. "You shouldn't have to behave, Sirius," she whispered and swallowed down to calm herself and quiet the myriad of contradictory thoughts. "How can I possibly get to know you, if you behave? It shouldn't be an effort for you and if it is, then I'm not the one you... the one you should be... with." Her head was filled with thoughts, wants, needs, reasons she should leave and reasons she should stay and concern for the man who was holding her while looking at her in a way she didn't recognise from anywhere.