|Ms. Katonic (ms_katonic) wrote in slytherinrising,|
@ 2007-08-10 22:01:00
For a long moment, they stared at each other. Lupin frowned in confusion at the expression in her eyes - she seemed stunned or, no, fascinated, seemed to be a better word. Like she had done on the first day of term when he’d encountered her on the steps.
“Marlene?” he asked… or tried to. His mouth would not move, and Lupin realised that nor would any other part of his body. He heard a throaty laugh from deep within his mind, and tried to fight the sudden wave of nausea and terror. The Beast was loose within the body of the man.
Take her, you know you want her, daughter of your Mate, the Mate who abandoned you, take this one as substitute, feel her in your arms, feel her moving beneath you, feel her warmth inside and out, please her, hurt her, make her scream, make her beg for mercy, make her beg for more, mark her, Mate with her…
Lupin tried to fight, tried to resist with every ounce of courage he possessed, tried to stop his body moving forward, tried not to think about the animal magnetism his eyes were sending out, the magnetism that had utterly bewitched Marlie, the magnetism that was making her lean forward too, hunger in her eyes, her head tilting to receive him.
Oh my god, I’m going to kiss her. This had to stop, this was madness, this was wrong, this was something he could never forgive himself for, he had to get the Beast under control right now… except he couldn’t. Rather, he didn’t want to. Too late, he realised that the Beast was exploiting his weakness; that while he could control rage precisely because he didn’t want to be angry, the Beast’s dark sensuality could slip out with no problem at all for the simple reason that he did want Marlie very, very much. That he’d not been intimate with anyone in years, yearned for the touch of a lover’s hand, the feel of a warm body next to his, and was too far gone to stop it now.
Until, that is, the sound of footsteps echoed out, and the Beast disappeared back into whatever corner of Lupin’s soul it normally inhabited.
Lupin and Marlie sprang apart, Marlie clasping her necklace on impulse and seeming to leap out of her trance as she did so. Lupin noted uncomfortably that she was looking at him with a very calculating expression on her face. However, there was no time to worry about that now, as the footsteps drew nearer. Picking Marlie bodily by the waist, he swung her into a small gap between two sets of shelves, squeezed in after her and cast some concealment charms around them, rendering them unnoticeable to casual inspection.
Not a moment too soon, as Professor Snape passed by. Glancing down the aisle and seeing nothing other than some abandoned books, he sneered at the untidiness of some people and moved on without a second thought. Once he had gone, Marlie and Lupin both let out the breaths they'd been holding.
"That," Marlie whispered, "was a close one."
"You're telling me," Lupin whispered back. "You had better go, Marlene." Marlie nodded, but she made no move to leave, and Lupin noticed for the first time that he and Marlie were both in an extremely tight space, her body pressed right up against him, his arms around her and her hands resting on his chest. It also came to his attention that she was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her breasts rising up and down with each breath, and he could practically feel her heart beating. He looked into her eyes, and knew that he was doomed.
She was staring at him, and the look in her eyes told him that she knew exactly what had happened... and why. She was reading him like a book, and Lupin wasn't at all sure he liked the conclusions she was drawing. Well, part of him didn't anyway. The less scrupulous part of him was liking it very much indeed.
Tilting her head, she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips brushed his, the most delicate of touches, and yet it set off every sensation in his body. He gasped as she moved away, but did nothing to discourage her. She inhaled, as if testing his scent, and with the confidence of the naturally beautiful, leaned and kissed him again. This time she did not move away, and with moments she had her arms around him, fingers entangled in his hair, forcing his head towards her, greedy lips savaging his own. Lupin placed his hands on her shoulders to throw her off... but found himself pulling her even closer, treacherous arms wrapping around her body, pressing her hard against him at crotch and chest height, lips meeting her kiss as fiercely as she had gone for him, tongue sliding into her, causing her to cry out and pull him nearer, clutching at his arse and grinding up against him. Lupin did not want to know where she had picked this up... but she was good. Felt good, smelt good, tasted good, gods, she felt amazing. I want you, Marlene. Want you wrapped around me, holding me tight, and I don't mean with your arms either. He moaned softly, and, pushing her back so that she was pinned against the bookshelf, trapped between hard wood and harder Lupin, lifted her off her feet, supporting her with one arm under her perfect backside and the other on her back, taking the weight until the pressure from his torso had steadied her. Marlie wrapped her arms around him in response, holding on to him as if her life depended on it, one hand pushing his face towards her chest, now at Lupin's eye-level. Lupin wasted no time in whispering a charm which caused her robes to fall open in front, revealing her breasts cupped in a black lace bra. Marlie could only whimper as he began to kiss her, tracing the curves with his tongue, before nudging her bra aside and moving on to her left nipple. She pulled him in closer as he began to lick and nibble, gently at first then with increasing ferocity. Marlie sobbed a little at the pain, but did not let him go.
"More," she whispered softly, painfully. "Please. More." Lupin tightened his grip on her at this, changing technique as he did so to a slow sucking rhythm. Marlie gasped, her head reeling. This... this felt good. This she wanted more of. This she never wanted to end. Tilting her head back, she moaned with delight as he teased her. Below her, she noticed Lupin's amber eyes flick upwards with an almost feral look in them as he let her breast go and whispered a few charms. As he loosened his grip on her, she realised what he'd done. He'd cast Sticking Charms on her, pinning her to the bookshelf by magic, hanging helplessly a foot off the floor. Oddly, she only felt her arousal increase with the realisation that she was trapped, unable to escape unless he released her. Grinning at her as he stood up, he began to kiss her neck again, using his hands to lift her thighs in the air as she wrapped them around him. Then, he began to lift her robes up, hands sliding up her legs towards her groin, which was already aflame. Marlie's breath caught in her throat as she realised that she might be about to become the second Slytherin fifth year to lose her virginity. The thought thrilled her... and yet scared her too, if she was really honest about it. One hand was still supporting her bottom, one of her thighs hanging over his forearm... while the other had slid underneath her, deftly slipping into matching underpants, and...
Dear gods almighty! If Marlie had thought she'd been turned on before, that had been nothing compared to this. The fire that had been building between her legs raced out, seeming to envelope her entire body. Clinging on to Lupin just to convince herself that there was external reality out there somewhere, she began to writhe at his touch, digging her nails into his back at the pleasure-pain of two fingers sliding inside her, while his thumb teased her clit.
"Enjoying this?" Lupin murmured, soft and low, sounding like the predator he was for three days every month, not that Marlie was aware of that, of course. Marlie nodded, biting her lip, sure that she would scream any minute.
"Good," Lupin breathed. "Merlin, but you feel so good down there. So warm, and hot, and wet and gorgeous. Being inside you, it's just the best feeling in the world. I can tell you like it too, you look so completely turned on. Gods, you are so beautiful when you come..." This last was followed by his fingers darting even further inside, finding a hidden spot buried deep within her, sending her into a state of ecstasy she hadn't believed was truly possible. Lupin had released her leg and was now leaning against the shelf, head leaning against hers, eyes shut, breathing deeply as Marlie snatched at his robes, crying out as she climaxed.
Finally, he let her go, finger sliding out of her. Casting a cleaning charm on himself, he rearranged Marlie's clothing before undoing the Sticking Charms, catching Marlie as she collapsed into his arms. She was shaking all over, barely able to stand, and Lupin wasn't sure his legs weren't about to give way either.
"Are you alright?" he whispered, stroking her hair.
Marlie nodded. "Yeah," she whispered, barely able to speak. "Just about." Getting her breath back, she let him go and stood back, smoothing down her hair. "Listen, I'd, er, better get back, the others will be missing me." She snatched up her schoolbag, and before Lupin could protest, had taken off.
He watched her go, heart still pounding, slowly coming down to earth. It was odd, but he'd expected to feel rather more guilty about fondling a student, and an underage one at that. Maybe it would come in time. But for now, all Lupin could think of was how exquisitely perfect it had felt to have Marlie Lovegood in his arms.
Damn, she's a lucky girl... *smirks*