wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-15 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, sirius, tonks |
Special Delivery For: twilightsorcery
Title: Wicked Game
Author: digital_devi
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: twilightsorcery
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius Black/Nymphadora Tonks, vaguely Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Word Count: ~5450
Warnings (if any): Infidelity, Blackcest (see pairing)
Summary: Sirius Black only intended to goad Remus Lupin into action when it came to winning the affections of a certain pink-haired girl. Somehow, however, things had not gone according to plan.
Author's notes: twilightsorcery, I loved all your prompts and your requested pairings, but this one seemed to work the best. I tried to work in as many of your wants in here, including adultery/cheating. I know it's not quite full-blown adultery, but hopefully the emotional infidelity and "poaching" will serve. I really hope you like this.
Thank you to betas E, S,& M, and R. & L. for moral support and suggestions of a Sirius nature.
It really wasn't his fault, Sirius Black contended, as he lay in the rapidly darkening gloom of his old bedroom in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, holding his now naked, but slumbering cousin close in his arms. He had only intended to goad Remus into going out with the girl, to get him off his arse and do something about his interest in her rather than forcing Sirius to listen to Remus whinge day and night about being unloved and unlovable. Somehow, however, things had not gone according to plan.
Tonks sighed and nestled closer to him, her small, pale fingers tangling in his hair, her soft lips pressed against the crook of his neck, moist and warm. Sirius stroked her bare shoulder gently, inhaling deeply to take in her scent. He knew he ought to feel guilty about his current situation, but there was something unbelievably comforting holding a warm, soft woman who smelled like cherries and roses and some exotic spice. Especially after all those years in Azkaban when he'd been certain he'd never be close to anyone living and breathing again. He'd almost forgotten how it had felt.