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[Wo-ow. Sirius leans back a little at that reveal, because--right, so, if anyone is about giving fair chances to supposedly Dark creatures, it's Sirius Black. Look what happened with Remus, after all. James Potter is the greatest influence in Sirius' life, but second to that is Remus Lupin, challenging all the shit that Sirius was fed about lesser beings for his first ten years of life.

So, okay: no judgement. And no telling anyone, as well; he can keep a secret. (His ability to keep a secret will in fact eventually cause a great deal of death and trouble.) But a vampire--]

Right, and-- did you meet the vampire that bit you through the vampire that's your friend? Didn't your mum ever tell you not to hang around strange men? [It's sort of a joke, mostly to buy himself some time.] Merlin, Sally.

All right, so-- Aidan's a vampire, and Josh is a werewolf--which I already knew--and you're a werewolf-ghost-witch, not yet added vampire to that mix, despite your best efforts. And Aidan pulled a dead heart out of your chest to fight a Dark witch for you, or possibly to use some Dark magic to bring you back to your body. Possibly a bit of both. Which is, actually, pretty grotty.

Have I got it?

No no - like, Josh was the one who gave Donna the first heart to put me back in my body, that was all him. Aidan just did the part where he pulled out my heart to get rid of Donna. [ the irony of aidan pulling out her heart isn't even remotely lost on her, though it is on him, considering aidan's one of the few things she hasn't told him. ]

And no, I met the other one because right up until he sucked half the liquids out of my body, he was actually a pretty decent guy. [ she scowls a little, then shakes her head. ] He and Aidan pretty much hate each other's guts. Like, he thinks Aidan's crazy, Aidan thinks he's crazy. [ which the bite to the neck pretty much confirms. in retrospect, when has aidan ever legit steered her wrong? ]

Too many hearts.

[He says it dismissively, but that's half because he's still unnerved with the idea of heart-magic and blood-magic and what he's sure is probably some incredibly Dark magic. Sally might just be the girl that everyone warns you about, but not in any way that they ever warned you.

How do you know Aidan isn't going to tear into you too is a question that he thinks--but only for a second, because of course, then, he thinks of Remus. You just know that your friends aren't going to turn on you. He knows that better than anyone.]

Still sounds like poor taste. But vampires exude some something, don't they. S'-- magnetism. [He is very unsure of this, and rather than talk about something he's not sure about, Sirius just goes on.] Anyways, I'm starting to think about encasing you in some glass, or possibly a large bubble. That or appointing myself your personal security detail.

[ her head tilts just slightly, and with a moment of eye contact, she says: ] I wouldn't have a problem with that. [ the security detail idea, obviously. ]

Seriously?

[Si-ri-us-ly, but he lets the joke go by, for once, in favour of arching his eyebrows at her.]

You want me following you around everywhere? [A beat, and then a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth--] What am I saying, 'course you do.

Well okay - hey - maybe not everywhere. [ because that'd get awkward fast. ] But like, if you're off, I don't know, hanging out by yourself or something? You could just totally come hang out here instead.

[Obviously yes not everywhere-everywhere, and he makes allowance for that fact with a wave of his hand.]

Yeah... and Merlin knows you could use a bit of security. I've never met someone who's able to get herself into such trouble, even in space. [And he really is considering this, quite ~~siriusly~~ seriously...] It's not so bad if it's just hanging out.

[ her chin drops into her palm, elbow on the knee of her crossed leg. ] Unless you don't have better things to do. [ there's a teasing note in her tone, so clearly it's not meant as a jab. ]

We-ell, I'll have to check my space schedule, mind you, it's so very full of activities....

[He shifts so he can reach into the back pocket of his jeans--and then freezes, with a grin.]

Oh, hang on, I haven't got a space schedule. Yeah, I s'ppose I can manage hanging around you for hours on end, that sounds like a good use of my time.

It's a fantastic use of your time, [ she corrects, ] And if anyone tells you it's not, they're totally wrong.

Merlin. With reasoning like that, how can I refuse?

[He's grinning, but he makes a big show of flourishing his hand for a handshake, even if they're both sitting on a bed.]

Miss. Shall we shake on it?

[ so she makes her own show of sitting up straight and taking his handshake all professional-like. ] I think we shall.

[She gets a few seconds of very composed handshake out of him--and then he breaks into a grin.]

Brilliant. I'll write you in on every day of my nonexistant schedule. We'll have a great time.

[which is... admittedly not the focus when signing up to be someone's bodyguard but whatever]

Siriusly, [ she agrees, grinning right back. whatever, if he were just being a boring bodyguard she wouldn't have signed on for this anyway. it's not like she's afraid for her safety. the 'having a great time' part is kind of something she's missed, now that she no longer lives with her two roommates. ]

[Maybe the not-being-afraid-for-your-safety is a key factor in you nearly getting killed, Sally, but--

Whatever. Like Sirius spends overmuch time thinking of mortal peril. Should a threat and/or near-death opportunity present itself in Sally's direction, he will be all over it, ready to defend--but he's also in it for the good time, and all the Sirius jokes to come.]

Great. Then we start right now.

[And--suddenly sober again--he points over her shoulder--]

Sally, look out behind you...

[ she knows there's no actual danger behind her, but beyond that, she has no idea what he's playing at. so with a knit brow of amused puzzlement, she's turning to glance back over her shoulder to figure out what he's pointing at. ]

[He gives her three seconds--she looks away, and then one, two, three--

It should be impossible that he could leap on her from the way that he's sitting--cross-legged, elbows on knees--but he does, somehow, lurching across the bit of bed that separates them--not so hard that he'll flatten her, but more like an over-eager dog would leap on you, intent on demonstrating affection.]

Shit! [ she yelps when he leaps, but it's with a grin and followed by a surprised sort of laugh. and all at once, he's more or less on top of her, which rather than complaining about it, she makes simpler by uncrossing her own legs so they're not quite so much in the way.

it takes a second or two of eye contact to realize she's holding her breath, so she exhales slowly. then comes a quiet but teasing: ] You're not so bad at this. [ a beat. ] The whole 'bodyguard' thing. [ whyyyy can she not look in any other direction, if she could she'd sound like 100x less of an idiot, ugh. ]

[The slight shift of her uncrossing her legs is sort of jolting, in the best way--and impossible to ignore--and also impossible to ignore is just how close they are, and how she's looking up at him.

Well. Bloody hell.

But so okay-- he grins down at her without letting on any of that inner conversation, and leans down just a little.]

Honestly, I can't think of a better way to guard your body. This way, you're totally protected. Totally covered. [covered by him wink wink] I take my work very seriously. Siriusly.

I can tell, [ she agrees, wondering if this was his aim or if this is just something that happens whenever they're within five feet of one another or what., but: ] I feel very protected.

[Probably the answer to that unspoken question is: a bit of both. But who's counting, really, right?]

You should. There's very few people out there who would make this sacrifice for you, laying down their own body on your body. Er, sorry. For your body. Easy mistake.

[He's got himself not-quite-crushing her, supported by his arms--but all at once, he lets that support weaken and fall, so he can collapse on her with a heavy sigh, lay his head somewhere around her shoulder and the crook of her neck.]

S' hard work.

Oh, I'm sure, [ she says, playing along but not quite well enough to sound anything short of amused. that doesn't mean she objects, though - he's got her arms decently pinned, but not quite enough that she can't wind them up to link her hands across his lower back. hope he wasn't planning on getting up anytime soon, whoops. ]

[No, he wasn't, really. This is a prime space for laying down, this is, especially with her arms and hands where they are. It's difficult sometimes for Sirius to remember that he was once a cagey little first year, uncomfortable with physical contact. That's ages ago by now. It hadn't taken him long to get over that, especially with girls.

He turns his face to say something to her--which means he noses against her neck for a second, her hair all in his way--and there's the awful scar from her bite, just jarring enough that he pulls back a little, even though he knew it was there. Thanks for ruining the moment, scar.]

[ though her eyes are on the ceiling, she hears him inhale to speak but no words come out, and in her peripheral she sees him eyeing her neck. her lips press together for a second, but while her first instinct is to lift a hand up to rub at it (that is to say, cover it up), he's still got both of her arms under most of his weight. so her shoulder lifts a little and her chin tucks to the side, not enough to shake him off or move him but maybe enough to pull attention off of it. ]

Wow, and here I thought wolf scars were a pain. [ it's dry but not actually upset. ]

[Somewhat guiltily, he jerks his gaze away from the marks, up to her face again--and for a moment, something of his usual self-confidence flickers, leaves him more open than he usually lets himself be. There's something of anger written across his face, but other emotions as well, and all of it complicated. He was there when she was bitten, he saw the aftermath of it, he helped patch her up, a little--but that doesn't mean that he's over it.

A beat; he shifts so he can rub a hand over his face, which makes him roll away from her just a little. (Not too far, mind you. Just a little.)]

Sorry.

i just assumed sally had become a total alcoholic but ok

not yet. she might if she runs out of people to hit on but that doesn't seem to be happening

and a fresh crop every month go sally

omg we're doing the security thing??

plays the Bodyguard soundtrack as my answer

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i need more flirting icons, recycles these some more

they are all cute that's what matters

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