kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits, @ 2007-08-04 03:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp, r, remus/ginny, remus/hermione, remus/sirius, remus/tonks |
HP fic "Love & Lust" (R)
Title: Love & Lust
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters. I just borrow them on occasion for nefarious purposes.
Summary: Not much more than PWP. Remus/Hermione, Remus/Tonks, Remus/Ginny, and somewhere in there, a bit of Remus/Sirius.
Rating: R
A/N: Written by request for irish_lily, who asked for some slutty!bisexual!Remus, as she felt there just wasn't enough of that around.
Love & Lust
He tried to tell himself that it was because the war had finally ended, that they had won and Voldemort was, at long last, no more. He was giddy with delight, like most of Wizardkind, and that, he reasoned, was why he was so enthusiastically shagging Hermione Granger.
Either that, or Remus Lupin had completely lost his senses.
But as he thrust into her again and again, relishing the way she writhed beneath him, he thought perhaps it was just Hermione making him feel so giddy, and that victory over evil probably had nothing to do with it after all. When she came, she dug her fingers into Remus' hips so deeply there'd be bruises later, and wouldn't Sirius have something to say about that.
Afterwards he kissed her, saying in one breath how lovely she was but that he had to be getting back before Sirius started worrying about him like a mother hen.
"A bit jealous, that one," Remus added, thoughtfully helping Hermione on with her coat, "though I can't think why."
Hermione smiled, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "See you at the next Order meeting, then," she said.
~ ~ ~
"What the bloody hell are those?" Sirius yelped, upon discovering the bruises.
Remus looked down. "Oh," he said. "Nothing. Occupational hazard. Nothing to be jealous of… er, I mean, fuss over."
Sirius took a closer look, trying to ignore Remus' erection bobbing cheerily next to his cheek. "Those… Are those fingerprints?"
"Oh, hell."
Sirius gaped up at him, eyes wide with disbelief. "They are? Whose?"
"Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?" Remus asked desperately. "I'm here now."
"Who?" growled Sirius.
"HermioneGrangeranditwasjusttheonetimeIs
Sirius glared.
"And I'm sorry," Remus added belatedly.
"Better be," Sirius grumbled as he took Remus in his mouth.
~ ~ ~
He tried to tell himself it was the pull of the waxing moon, but as Tonks obligingly hiked up her t-shirt in the Grimmauld Place kitchen, Remus bent to nuzzle the smallish, upturned breasts and conceded that he did, really, have over two weeks until the next full moon, so that probably wasn't it.
And really, he thought, nestling his head between her thighs as she perched on the kitchen table, Tonks tasted far too luscious to pass up. Why, he reasoned, it'd be almost criminal not to avail himself of the opportunity.
And as he pulled her forward onto his lap, thrusting up as she thrust down, Tonks was far too exciting to resist when she was as flushed with desire as this.
He wiped the table down leisurely while Tonks showered upstairs.
~ ~ ~
Sirius stormed into the kitchen half an hour later. "I just ran into Tonks," he seethed. "Mind telling me why she blushed when I asked if she'd seen you?"
"I've no idea," Remus said blithely, leaning back in his chair as he skimmed over the previous day's Daily Prophet.
"You didn't."
Remus glanced up. "What?"
"I thought you liked men," Sirius said, chewing on his bottom lip.
"I do," said Remus.
"Tonks is not a man, Remus."
"So I've noticed."
Sirius ran a hand through his long black hair. "You like women."
"Yes."
"And men."
"Yes," Remus said patiently. "Nothing wrong with appreciating both flavours, you know."
"It's bloody indecisive is what it is!" Sirius yelled, throwing himself down in a chair opposite Remus. "I thought… Well, I thought you only liked me," he added, a touch petulantly.
"No," said Remus. He tossed the Daily Prophet aside reached across the table for Sirius' hands. "You, I love."
~ ~ ~
As he bent Ginny Weasley over the small sofa in the drawing room the next afternoon, Remus decided that whoever had named such a piece of furniture a "loveseat" definitely had the right idea.