|darkflowers (darkflowers) wrote in dark_flowers,|
@ 2010-02-18 01:31:00
|Entry tags:||fic, spring 2010|
Gift Fic for sc010f
Sorry a bit late in posting todays!
Gift For: sc010f
Pairing(s): Lily Evans/Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/Severus Snape (implied)
Summary: While the entire Hogwarts is certain that Lily Evans and James Potter are an item, the truth lies somewere else – right under Severus Snape's nose.
Warnings: Nudity, foreplay, hints at voyeurism
Author's Notes: Not exactly what you wished for, I'm afraid, but here's hoping that you'll find pleasure in reading it.
A single word, hastily scribbled on a piece of parchment, shouldn't impress Remus Lupin so much; not when he's a few months from finishing school; not when he's been through a year of monthly nightmares.
Yet, it does. It makes his hand shake, ever so slightly. He thinks briefly of keeping the note, but then a sense of chivalry possesses him, and he throws it in the blazing fireplace. Casting a cautious glance around, he ensures that the Common Room is deserted, and rushes up the stairs.
Nobody saw it. No one knows. And they shouldn't. With a sigh, Remus pushes the dorm door open. He'll keep it away from his only friends, like he has done since it began – there's no other way, she had told him.
"Remus, you scum! What took you so long?"
Sirius' merry greeting makes his heart ache, not leap, as it usually would. He nods briefly in his direction, reaches for his trunk, and starts rummaging through its scarce contents.
"He's not talking to us, man. Must be this secret he's been harboring, weighing hard on his conscience", comments James. He rolls in his bed and leans on his elbow, watching Remus. "Looks like the secret requires wearing a clean shirt."
"I don't know", muses Sirius. "Do you think it's some sort of a fancy club?"
"I just hope it has nothing to do with Snivellus. He's doting on me, Remus-boy. Hope is futile."
Remus' voice raises urgently among the raucous laughter. He's flushed; his fingers are toying with the shirt's collar.
"Alright, alright – man", Sirius tries to reconcile, "we'll, you know – stop. But it's so damn –"
"Leave him, Sirius. He can have Snivellus. The poor idiot is always following me only because he thinks I'm seeing Evans. Evans, for Merlin's sake! Why would I? She's such a prude!"
"If you'll excuse me, boys."
Remus emerges quickly out of the dorm, carrying the clean shirt in his arms and hurrying toward the bathing chambers. A prude, my arse. He thought James Potter to be smarter than that.
It's not often that he likes to luxuriate in the bath, but he does it this time. Something – hints she'd given him, talks they've been having – tells him that the evening won't go away uneventfully. His head ringing with anticipation, he leaves the castle; Potter can be an idiot, but his Invisibility Cloak always saves the day.
He doesn't pay any attention to the figure that emerges behind him at some point, as if planted on his footprints by magic. It follows him silently, with well-thought moves.
They both enter the Forbidden Forest.
"Oi!" There's a giggle – how can she giggle amidst Merlin-knows-what creatures might lurk in the shadows? "I though I'd said come, not be very late!"
"Forgive me, Lily. I – I took a bath."
Leaning its back on a tree, Remus' follower puffs quietly.
"A bath." She's dumbstruck; yet beautiful. The first rays of moonlight are working magic on her face, otherwise ordinary. What strikes him when he looks at Lily are her eyes, eyes of a deep so green he feels he's drowning in their – and of course, she has gorgeous breasts. "Let's see", she goes on, abruptly knotting her arms behind his neck and nuzzling his earlobe. "You do smell nice, I'll concur."
Lily pulls him down in a tangle of limbs and laughter. They wrestle; finally, she straddles him, her deft fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt. He swallows a sigh, thinking that it was his last clean one. There's no time for regrets, as Lily seems possessed by an urgency he'd never witnessed before. She feels at his bare chest, pinches his nipples, and leans over to taste them.
"Lily", he gasps when she suckles hard. He already feels aroused, his cock bulging in his trousers. She laughs between spikes of red hair, and licks her lips. Her bottom is rubbing against him; she's wearing a flowery dress that engulfs their thighs, pressed together.
"Come on, silly", she pokes him, grabbing his hand and placing it between her breasts. "You want this as much as I do, I reckon!"
There's truth in her words, and it burns Remus like old stitches. His awkward fingers pull at Lily's buttons, barely managing to undo two or three. She laughs again, helping him; their fingers entangle, but they finally manage to free her eager breasts.
Remus gasps, again.
And so does the figure bundled in the shadow.
"What was that?" Remus' voice cracks over the words. Caught in a humiliating pose, the two of them don't even dare to look at each other. Lily's face turns white.
Remus pushes himself up and sits on the ground; he didn't notice how hard it was. His face twists between shame and admiration for Lily's courage – calling out like that, while she sits on his lap, her fingers bundling the fabric of her dress over her breasts.
Twigs crack under alien steps, and they both freeze.
"You summoned me. I'm here."
Mouth agape, Remus feels suddenly lightheaded. His fingers dig in the ground, aching. He recognizes in the tall, pale figure exactly the man he wouldn't think to find out her, wandering in the Forbidden Forest. And –
"You called him? But –", he steadies his voice, "I thought you called me."
Lily doesn't reply. She hauls herself on her long feet; her hand is still clasped over her cleavage. A faint smile lingers on her full lips. Remus thinks he's mad when he realizes she is actually pleased.
"I did, Severus. I wanted you both here. I thought we might enjoy a hint of –"
"Utter shame?" mutters Remus.
"—mutual pleasure, that's rather what I had in mind."
The world has gone raging mad thinks Remus. But then Lily and Severus – Snivellus, of all people! – reach for each other, and share a quiet kiss. Something in that, something in their stern, yet passionate embrace makes Remus' groin stir again.
They turn toward him; in a few light steps, Lily is right by his side, caressing his still twisted mouth with the tip of her tongue. On the other side, Severus kneels without a word, and starts unbuttoning his black shirt.
With a last glimpse of conscience, Remus thinks that perhaps the world made no sense before.