Forever Yours

Chapter 6 Advice

Once your week of punishment was over you did not hesitate in going to Gabby's flat. When you knocked Gabby answered with her shirt rumpled and her hair disheveled.

""Oh, hi, Fantasy," she breathlessly greeted.

"What happened?" you asked worriedly, knowing that Gabby was too vain to leave even her bedroom without looking flawless under normal circumstances.

"Nothing," she giggled. "Listen, this isn't a good time. Can you come back later?"

Before you could answer a voice called from within, "Why not let her in, Babe? We can always finish up after she leaves." You recognised that voice. The knees of most girls became weak when they heard it. It was the voice of Sirius Black.

Gabby opened the door wider to admit you and closed it again once you were inside. You followed her into the sitting room where Sirius was sprawled out on the couch wearing naught except boxers and a partly unbuttoned shirt. He sat up when the pair of you entered and Gabby all but ran to him to seat herself on his lap. Sirius snaked his arms tightly around her slender waist and both of them gazed at you expectantly.

You felt very embarrassed for disturbing their activities and wanted nothing more than to depart. "Gabby's right; this isn't a good time."

"Well, you're here now, so why not just say why you came?" Sirius suggested.

"It's kind-of a girl thing and I wanted to talk to Gabby alone." It seemed unwise to give one of Remus' mates the knowledge of what your feelings for Remus were.

Sirius flicked his hair and said in a feminine tone, "Surely you could talk to me too."

Gabby laughed and you chuckled along with her; you could not help it. Sirius had a charisma that caused you to feel comfortable with him instantaneously.

"Well, I fancy this guy and I think he likes me, but he's too shy to ask me out and I don't know how to ask him. I don't want to seem too forward or too shy. What should I do?" You were impressed with your careful choice of words. You hoped you could get advice from both of them, yet only Gabby would be able to figure out the identity of the person you were referring to.

No such luck. "Yeah, Remus is that way, but he has his reasons." Sirius made noise that sounded like a dog barking, which you presumed to be laughter, at the astounded expression on your face. "Did you actually think I couldn't tell how you and Moony feel about each other? You're both so obvious! My brother is worse, though."

Moony is Remus' nickname? That's strange, you thought as Gabby questioned Sirius, "You have a brother?"

"James," he replied simply.

Confused, she stated, "But he's a Potter and you're a Black."

"The Potters, not the Blacks, are my family," Sirius firmly commented, appearing to want to get off of the subject.

"That doesn't make sense. Even if you were adopted your name would've been changed and-"

"My blood relatives disowned me. I hate them. Always have. Always will. End of discussion." Gabby loathed being told what to do; nothing was over until she said it was. She clearly was about to utter an indignant retort until Sirius expertly shifted the conversation back to your dilemma. ""Look, Fantasy, ask Remus any way you want because I guarantee he'll say 'yes' no matter what. Wait, no he won't. This is Remus we're talking about. He won't say 'yes.' He'll say 'why, of course, milady' or something like that. I have to warn you, though, that if you hurt him you'll regret it."

Without missing a beat you truthfully responded, "And if you hurt Gabby you'll regret it."

He nodded, as if he approved of your faithfulness to your friend, before grinning and remarking, "I think there's more of a chance of her hurting me."

"It's true," Gabrielle agreed.

Sirius turned her around in his lap and said seductively, "You should be gentle with me. I don't cope well with pain."

"I might. As long as you're gentle with me." Gabby slipped her long legs around his hipbones.

"I can be gentle." Sirius kissed her eyelids. "Or I can be rough." He pressed his mouth against hers and bit her lower lip. Gabby gave a mew of pleasure, making it quite apparent that she preferred rough to gentle.

You selected that moment to exit very quickly.