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| Entry tags: | *fic, 2009-06, author: ozma_katiebell, character: bill, character: fleur, character: remus, character: tonks, content: femmeslash, content: group sex, theme: swinging |
Fic: Swing your Partner, Remus/Tonks, Bill/Fleur Feur/Bill/Tonks, Remus/Fleuronks
Title: Swing your Partner
Author: ozma_katiebell
Characters: Remus/Tonks, Bill/Fleur, Tonks/Fleur, Tonks/Bill, Fleur/Remus
Rating: Heavy R
Warnings: Het, Slash, Wife Swapping.
Kinks chosen: Swinging
Word Count: 2243
Summary: People do the strangest things in the middle of a war. Or maybe it was the hormones.
Author's notes: This is why I love this community. This little smut bunny has been hanging around the crackiest corners of my brain for some time now, but I never would have had the nerve to write it, let alone publish it without you all.
I'd like to think of that as the summer of love. Or lust.
Sure, it started with a funeral, but that was only the first of many, wasn't it? That's what you sign up for when you throw your lot in with the underdog, and the fact that we knew each day was likely to be our last on earth made us determined to live each day to the fullest. Or maybe it was the hormones. I'll confess, I was already knocked up at the time, though I didn't know it yet. And Fleur was wild with gratitude that she still had her 'Beel' and overemotional about the upcoming wedding and Bill was still dealing with the repercussions of his injuries and the way they wreaked havoc with his hormones. And Remus? Well, for a bit there he was positively giddy with having finally come out and admitted to the world that he had a tender heart and a working cock in addition to that marvelous brain of his and that he had the right to some happiness.
Plus, he was sort of mentoring Bill, helping him control his urges. Boy, that sounds dirty, doesn't it? Well, maybe it was, a little. Certainly it's about to rise to the top of my list of go-to fantasies, and maybe someday Fleur and I'll talk them into it. She can be very persuasive toward the opposite sex--as if you didn't know that.
Anyway, back to the summer of love. Or late spring, if we're going to be specific.
So, like I said, Bill was really dependent on Remus for a bit there. And Remus was in his element, feeling needed and important and really, he did a fantastic job helping Bill through his aggression and anger. And self-pity, though Remus ought to have taken a dose of his own medicine in that case.
What?
Hell, I may love the man, but I'm not blind to his faults.
So, yeah, lots of time together.
Now, I'll admit, like most girls, the idea of being forced to spend time alone with Fleur Delacour--especially when she was an emotional wreck--sounded like as much fun as a ten-year period. Or a two day detention with Snape. But unlike most girls, I don't see other women as threats, not really.
Remus didn't chuck me because he wanted someone else-
Oh, shut up about Sirius.
Yes, yes, I know, but that was over with a long time ago.
Anyway, he didn't want someone else, and it wasn't something about me that made him chuck me--let's be honest, what rational thirty six year-old is going to want more than a twenty three year old girl that can turn into whoever you want and is willing to support you?
Seriously.
I'm not about to go into all the complicated reasons he did chuck me, but trust me, it wasn't because he wanted someone better.
So no, not threatened by Fleur. I could look like that if I wanted to. But I didn't want to.
I did like looking at her, though.
Oh, you didn't know that?
Come on, just because you fancy the cock doesn't mean you can't appreciate a beautiful girl.
And let's face it; she's stunning.
And if you don't see her as competition, you're free to admit that, right?
So there I am, forced to spend time with her, and trust me, it was her personality that drove me mental. Always trying to put me down, or so I thought. But now I know that she's just so prepared to be hated on sight by women that it's hard for her to let her guard down. All it took was trying to distract her from talking about herself, and suddenly I found her very interesting.
She doesn't play Quidditch, but she's a rabid fan, so there was a lot of lively discussion there, and she let me listen to her record collection, and I found lots of really cool French groups I'd never heard of, and she taught me about cooking, and we spent a lot of time on the ocean in a little sailboat Bill had made for her. Plus, she was thrilled to have a girl willing to teach her about self-defense.
And that was where it got a bit dodgy.
You should have seen Bill and Remus' faces when they came upon us on the practice mat.
Actually, I don't think I need to describe their expressions, you can imagine it well enough.
The funniest thing, though, was Fleur's reaction. I hadn't expected it to fluster her so much, and when a person who wears their sexuality like a badge most of the time gets flustered that way, it makes you wonder what's behind it. So I--being insatiably curious--flirted with her. A lot. Especially in front of the blokes, which made her reaction even more delicious.
Well, of course I did, wouldn't you? I mean, smart and sexy as hell and Captain of the Quidditch team (even if a rival) and Head Boy? Half the girls in our school would have given their left tit for a shot at him. And heaven knows, it must have done him good to know someone still desired him, (other than his fiance) scars and all. And maybe it was one of those Alpha/Beta wolf things or maybe it was just that neither one of them was going to turn down an opportunity to have another girl with their own girl's permission, but somehow I found myself watching Fleur go absolutely hog wild riding my husband while Bill Bloody Weasley fucked me from behind, so hard I could almost see stars.
It was fucking beautiful.
And beautiful fucking.
Sure, it started with a funeral, but that was only the first of many, wasn't it? That's what you sign up for when you throw your lot in with the underdog, and the fact that we knew each day was likely to be our last on earth made us determined to live each day to the fullest. Or maybe it was the hormones. I'll confess, I was already knocked up at the time, though I didn't know it yet. And Fleur was wild with gratitude that she still had her 'Beel' and overemotional about the upcoming wedding and Bill was still dealing with the repercussions of his injuries and the way they wreaked havoc with his hormones. And Remus? Well, for a bit there he was positively giddy with having finally come out and admitted to the world that he had a tender heart and a working cock in addition to that marvelous brain of his and that he had the right to some happiness.
Plus, he was sort of mentoring Bill, helping him control his urges. Boy, that sounds dirty, doesn't it? Well, maybe it was, a little. Certainly it's about to rise to the top of my list of go-to fantasies, and maybe someday Fleur and I'll talk them into it. She can be very persuasive toward the opposite sex--as if you didn't know that.
Anyway, back to the summer of love. Or late spring, if we're going to be specific.
So, like I said, Bill was really dependent on Remus for a bit there. And Remus was in his element, feeling needed and important and really, he did a fantastic job helping Bill through his aggression and anger. And self-pity, though Remus ought to have taken a dose of his own medicine in that case.
What?
Hell, I may love the man, but I'm not blind to his faults.
So, yeah, lots of time together.
Now, I'll admit, like most girls, the idea of being forced to spend time alone with Fleur Delacour--especially when she was an emotional wreck--sounded like as much fun as a ten-year period. Or a two day detention with Snape. But unlike most girls, I don't see other women as threats, not really.
Remus didn't chuck me because he wanted someone else-
Oh, shut up about Sirius.
Yes, yes, I know, but that was over with a long time ago.
Anyway, he didn't want someone else, and it wasn't something about me that made him chuck me--let's be honest, what rational thirty six year-old is going to want more than a twenty three year old girl that can turn into whoever you want and is willing to support you?
Seriously.
I'm not about to go into all the complicated reasons he did chuck me, but trust me, it wasn't because he wanted someone better.
So no, not threatened by Fleur. I could look like that if I wanted to. But I didn't want to.
I did like looking at her, though.
Oh, you didn't know that?
Come on, just because you fancy the cock doesn't mean you can't appreciate a beautiful girl.
And let's face it; she's stunning.
And if you don't see her as competition, you're free to admit that, right?
So there I am, forced to spend time with her, and trust me, it was her personality that drove me mental. Always trying to put me down, or so I thought. But now I know that she's just so prepared to be hated on sight by women that it's hard for her to let her guard down. All it took was trying to distract her from talking about herself, and suddenly I found her very interesting.
She doesn't play Quidditch, but she's a rabid fan, so there was a lot of lively discussion there, and she let me listen to her record collection, and I found lots of really cool French groups I'd never heard of, and she taught me about cooking, and we spent a lot of time on the ocean in a little sailboat Bill had made for her. Plus, she was thrilled to have a girl willing to teach her about self-defense.
And that was where it got a bit dodgy.
You should have seen Bill and Remus' faces when they came upon us on the practice mat.
Actually, I don't think I need to describe their expressions, you can imagine it well enough.
The funniest thing, though, was Fleur's reaction. I hadn't expected it to fluster her so much, and when a person who wears their sexuality like a badge most of the time gets flustered that way, it makes you wonder what's behind it. So I--being insatiably curious--flirted with her. A lot. Especially in front of the blokes, which made her reaction even more delicious.
Well, the flustered bit didn't last long, at least not after I started getting more aggressive. The girl is a bit of an attention whore. But aren't we all?
Anyway, one night after a fondue dinner (yeah, just the thing to get Remus remembering the swinging seventies--I am a genius sometimes) and a lot of wine (the fancy French kind, thanks to Fleur) I decided to get really aggressive. I started stroking her hair and kissing her cheek and finally Remus muttered dryly, "Why don't you just snog her, Nymphadora, and get it over with?"
Well, that certainly got Bill's attention, and I'd never seen Fleur's eyes get quite so big, but Remus merely raised an eyebrow. Once again, I wondered what sorts of wicked things the original Order got up to all those years ago. Certainly it had been fuel for my fantasies for some time, but Remus always said he was too much of a gentleman to kiss and tell.
Well, that certainly got Bill's attention, and I'd never seen Fleur's eyes get quite so big, but Remus merely raised an eyebrow. Once again, I wondered what sorts of wicked things the original Order got up to all those years ago. Certainly it had been fuel for my fantasies for some time, but Remus always said he was too much of a gentleman to kiss and tell.
Anyway, back to Fleur. I looked at Remus, who inclined his head, and then I looked at Bill, who looked a bit shell-shocked, but didn't seem to be objecting. And then I looked at Fleur, who looked...calculating. What, not a flattering word? Well, who of us doesn't calculate when we are considering a new lover? Some more than others, of course and myself, I always seem to jump right in, consequences be damned. But this one I had thought about. And so, apparently, had Fleur, because she kissed me first.
And let me tell you--I don't know if she suddenly turned all that Veela shit on me or if it even worked on girls, but something sure felt different. And yes, before you ask, I had kissed a girl before. Fleur wasn't just any old girl, though. Her kiss started out as soft as a butterfly brushing against your skin but ended with me on my back with my head spinning and my heart pounding and her hair clutched in my fingers and my vest clutched in hers. We'd almost completely forgot about the boys for a moment.
For a moment, anyway, but the look on their faces was still there for us to enjoy by the time we remembered them. "Don't mind us," Bill finally said, and it was hard to tell if there was any resentment buried in the sarcasm when his voice had gone so growly. Lord, if they could have bottled that voice...
"By all means, carry on," Remus added. Hell, if they could have bottled that voice...
So we did. Carry on, I mean. To a certain extent. What I mean is that we pretty much kept it above the clothes, though there was lots of groping under hems and the like.
And, yeah, yeah, I know you're holding back all sorts of nosy questions, and since I am decidedly not (unlike Remus) a gentleman, I am happy to inform you that she was the second best kiss I ever had (up to that point) and those tits of hers made mine want to curl up in a little ball and whimper, they were so perfect. Not that she seemed to have any objection to mine, mind you, and there's another thing. She knew. She bloody well knew just where to touch to make me go completely wild.
Anyway, by the time we stopped for breath, our mutual men were pretty much good to go, if you know what I mean. I'm actually surprised Remus didn't haul me into the bedroom then and there--he can be quite the wild beast on occasion. Bill did manage to herd his wife into the floo and choke out the name of their cottage without sending them somewhere like Birmingham or Kathmandu, but his hands were already up her blouse and down her skirt (respectively) before the floo powder had a chance to hit the hearth. Remus and I didn't even make it off the sofa.
Well, you'd have thought that this would have led to a few weeks of non-communication between the two couples out of embarrassment, but no, not two days later, there was Fleur inviting us to dinner just as nicely as you please.
Except, once we got there, she made it rather abundantly clear that she not only had an agenda, but that she preferred to be the aggressor, and I after a while I really didn't know which end was up, what with all the not-so-innocent touches and stolen (but not really hidden, if you know what I mean) kisses in the kitchen, the hall, even the back garden while the boys pretended to be distracted.
I really had to admire her flair for showmanship. Or show-woman-ship, is it? Anyway, you know what I mean. Drama, that's the word. It was readily apparent that she had thought out every detail, from the costumes (ah, that gorgeous french lingerie...) to the food (dim sum) to the lighting. The only question was to what extent the boys were going to participate, though I expected the Soon-to-be-Weasleys had had a similar discussion to the one that Remus and I had had the day after the fondue party.
Which was why, when I found myself spread out on the kitchen table like a Christmas ham with a gorgeous (and occasionally bitchy) Frenchwoman's face between my legs, I wasn't all that surprised to find myself with a mouth full of sexy, nearly middle-aged werewolf, too. Not to mention a rather dishy redhead doing his damnedest to make his girl scream into my bits, which let me tell you, only added to the experience.
And all of this was before dinner, mind you.
Dinner itself was a rather decadent affair, with the four of us sated (but not really) and pliant and 'en dishabille,' as Fleur called it, so naturally it descended into a dinner show, of sorts, with Remus and I shagging on the sofa while Bill and Fleur made use of the rug in front of the fire.
Good times, good times.
You know how teenage boys are always trying to one-up each other? Well, apparently they never grow out of it. I've completely lost track of how many times I came..
And then there was dessert.
No, not the creme brulee, which was sheer heaven.
It was what came after, in their bedroom, where I got to experience my first ride on the 'Weasley Express.' Oh, all right, I'll admit it--it was the second. I mean, Charlie had been a virgin and it only lasted two and a half minutes and we both promised we'd take it to the grave, so don't tell anyone.
But yeah, about Bill...
Well, you'd have thought that this would have led to a few weeks of non-communication between the two couples out of embarrassment, but no, not two days later, there was Fleur inviting us to dinner just as nicely as you please.
Except, once we got there, she made it rather abundantly clear that she not only had an agenda, but that she preferred to be the aggressor, and I after a while I really didn't know which end was up, what with all the not-so-innocent touches and stolen (but not really hidden, if you know what I mean) kisses in the kitchen, the hall, even the back garden while the boys pretended to be distracted.
I really had to admire her flair for showmanship. Or show-woman-ship, is it? Anyway, you know what I mean. Drama, that's the word. It was readily apparent that she had thought out every detail, from the costumes (ah, that gorgeous french lingerie...) to the food (dim sum) to the lighting. The only question was to what extent the boys were going to participate, though I expected the Soon-to-be-Weasleys had had a similar discussion to the one that Remus and I had had the day after the fondue party.
Which was why, when I found myself spread out on the kitchen table like a Christmas ham with a gorgeous (and occasionally bitchy) Frenchwoman's face between my legs, I wasn't all that surprised to find myself with a mouth full of sexy, nearly middle-aged werewolf, too. Not to mention a rather dishy redhead doing his damnedest to make his girl scream into my bits, which let me tell you, only added to the experience.
And all of this was before dinner, mind you.
Dinner itself was a rather decadent affair, with the four of us sated (but not really) and pliant and 'en dishabille,' as Fleur called it, so naturally it descended into a dinner show, of sorts, with Remus and I shagging on the sofa while Bill and Fleur made use of the rug in front of the fire.
Good times, good times.
You know how teenage boys are always trying to one-up each other? Well, apparently they never grow out of it. I've completely lost track of how many times I came..
And then there was dessert.
No, not the creme brulee, which was sheer heaven.
It was what came after, in their bedroom, where I got to experience my first ride on the 'Weasley Express.' Oh, all right, I'll admit it--it was the second. I mean, Charlie had been a virgin and it only lasted two and a half minutes and we both promised we'd take it to the grave, so don't tell anyone.
But yeah, about Bill...
Well, of course I did, wouldn't you? I mean, smart and sexy as hell and Captain of the Quidditch team (even if a rival) and Head Boy? Half the girls in our school would have given their left tit for a shot at him. And heaven knows, it must have done him good to know someone still desired him, (other than his fiance) scars and all. And maybe it was one of those Alpha/Beta wolf things or maybe it was just that neither one of them was going to turn down an opportunity to have another girl with their own girl's permission, but somehow I found myself watching Fleur go absolutely hog wild riding my husband while Bill Bloody Weasley fucked me from behind, so hard I could almost see stars.
It was fucking beautiful.
And beautiful fucking.
The only regret I had was that day that I found out I was pregnant. Not that I had a moment's doubt that it was Remus' kid, but there was a painful moment when he wished that it wasn't, and in his immediate panic at the news, he actually said so. It took me a long time to forgive that, let me tell you. I threw him out on his arse so fast he hardly had time to blink. I don't know where he went, but when he came back, he was sufficiently contrite and supportive.
Naturally, that put an end to things, not because Bill was worried it was his, or if he was, he certainly didn't say so. Nor did it end Fleur's interest in me, if anything, she was turned on more by my raging hormones and changing body. But I reckon a kid deserves a mum with a little dignity. At least while he's sharing her body with her, right? Not that I feel we have anything to be ashamed of. Even if it all ever comes out, I reckon I'd still have no regrets. Hell, everybody deserves at least one good orgy before they die, right?
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