springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-04 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, het, sirius/luna |
Happy Springsmut, sc010f!
Author: rainandshadow
Recipient: sc010f
Title: For a Moment
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius/Luna
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Four years in Azkaban have passed for Sirius. With the appearance of a strange pen, he finds himself out of prison and in the company of a strange woman.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: ~3050
Author's Notes: It turned out stranger than I expected. Many thanks to O for the beta!
Darkness, screams of tortured souls, mold sticking to the walls – this was Azkaban. Sirius could tell what time of day it was from the different noises the other prisoners made. As Padfoot, these sounds were amplified. Someone's hacking coughs in the morning, another's desperate rattling against the bars in the afternoon, followed by the shriek of the Dementors, and a few people's screams in the evening.
Cold settled fiercer than ever tonight and Sirius transformed into Padfoot to try to keep what little warmth he had. It seemed like any other evening... until something rolled into his cell and clattered on the dirty stone floor. Padfoot turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw something shiny – gold in one moment, flashing to silver in the next.
It was a pen. Padfoot moved forward, picking it up in his mouth and retreated to the corner to drop it on the floor. He changed back to a human and crouched down to inspect it. As soon as he held it, a pulling urge formed in his navel, similar to a Portkey, but when a flash of blue light emitted from the pen before his eyes, he knew it was something very different.
A smarter man might have worried. Sirius did not care.
He appeared in a meadow, the landing rougher than he expected, and stumbled forward a step or two. After he regained his balance, he started to walk deeper through the grass, spotting a petite figure in the distance. The person was a woman, with long, stringy blonde hair that almost reached her waist and she bent down occasionally to pluck purple flowers growing around her.
Four years passed since he had last seen a woman and he drank in her features – wide eyes, small hands, jeans that were tight around her legs, almost sticks under her waist. She was beautiful and he stared at her without shame.
She turned her head to look at him, brow furrowing in recognition. "You are Sirius Black," she stated and he wondered how the hell she knew his name. The woman stepped forward with her almost clear gray eyes unblinking in his direction. "You should not be here."
"Like fuck I'm not supposed to be here. How do you know my name? Were you the one who gave me the pen?" Sirius showed the gold-silver pen that was still in his hand just in case she needed a reminder, but she gave no gesture of recognition. No good, he needed to ask something she could actually answer. "What's your name?"
"Luna Lovegood." Her fingertips reached towards the pen, encircling it so slowly that Sirius imagined them wrapping around something else entirely with tantalizing strokes, gentle teasing of the tip... oh, she was talking again. "This is unfamiliar to me although it has the markings of an ancient language. I cannot decipher it for you." Her eyes were so intense on him that he almost missed when their hands touched when she returned the pen.
Thunder sounded in the distance and she took the basket from the ground filled with flowers. "Follow me back to my cabin," she said. Sirius was too stunned by what had just happened to do anything other than her advice. First, he actually escaped from Azkaban and he had no idea how, and this woman knew his name, but wouldn't tell him why. Something about this struck him as suspicious and he wondered if he was dreaming.
What did he have to lose by following her? If this was a dream or not, he wanted to know. He started to walk when Luna did, and soon they approached a small wooden cabin. She opened the rickety door, stepping inside and Sirius blinked as he saw the interior decorating. It was, quite frankly, as if Mother Nature had vomited all over the inside. Small branches of various trees hung on one wall along with shelves of herbs. There were leaves and flower petals everywhere on the floor and the furniture (the kitchen table appeared to be a large rock propped on four smaller ones, for starters).
Luna hummed as she placed the flowers in a jar of water on the table. "You are from Azkaban. Do you not wonder why I am not afraid of you?" she asked, bright and wide eyes shining at him again.
"The thought had crossed my mind," replied Sirius, "but there are many questions I want to ask. Have we met before and I just don't know it? Tell me something!" His stomach growled then and protested, claiming all of his attention for the moment. It was unlikely people felt hungry in dreams, so the idea was almost nixed. "Could you give me some food?" It took nearly all of his self control not to rummage through the shack without waiting for permission. Just because he'd been in prison didn't mean he was rude.
A small smile crossed her face and she wordlessly went over to a pantry, removing half a loaf of bread as well as a chunk of cheese. She took a knife from a counter to cut the cheese so quickly and haphazardly that Sirius feared she'd slice her skin, moving to do the same with the bread. He received two open-faced sandwiches that he ate with alarming speed. It was the first proper food he had in years that was not stale and he relished it. It also happened to be a sufficient distraction for a few minutes, but then he wanted to know what was happening. Was this Wormtail's doing, a residual magically induced illusion that had somehow been trapped in the pen? A failsafe, in other words? Maybe she was in on it.
He glanced at her when he finished, seeing that she had started a fire and was placing a large cauldron filled with water over it. What the hell was she doing, making soup? "Erm..." he almost asked. She unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled out of them, pulling off her shirt and undoing her faded white bra from behind.
Sirius stared as her tiny breasts were barely covered by the strands of her hair. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. This could be part of her nefarious plan with Wormtail somehow. She was pale and thin, much too thin but then so was he. Everything that had happened until now rushed over him: his incredible transportation from Azkaban and oddly enough, a desire to take her growing by the minute.
"I am preparing water so we may bathe together," said Luna, "and I always wait for it to warm in my knickers." She sat on a chair with her legs tucked underneath her, leaning against the back of the chair and in an unintentionally attractive position. Sirius nodded once to indicate that he understood as he saw a large metal tub in the corner of the shack and turned his head to stare into the fire. Waiting. Preparing what to say, or not to say, but to observe and determine if she really had a trap in store for him.
He stared at her. Not the smartest plan; he just fucking stared and grew hard despite himself, lust bubbling in his stomach and flowing downwards. She shifted in her chair somewhat and some of her hair moved with her to reveal an erect pink nipple. Yet with all the staring he did, she seemed unaware or paid no attention to it. A quiet song escaped her lips as she watched the cauldron for the right color steam that would indicate it was warm enough. Suspicious. Yes, this was definitely suspicious and Sirius looked around for any sign of her wand. She had to have a wand; she owned a fucking cauldron, so that meant she was magical. Nothing. Sirius saw nothing, no sign of a wand or Floo Powder. Part of the trap? Made sense if it was.
And then the cauldron steamed blue. Luna's underwear dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them before climbing into the metal tub. Sirius pulled off his shirt and trousers in order to join her. She had sunk beneath the surface of the water with open eyes and hair floating around her head like tentacles – when he looked at her, her mouth curled into a smile. Why the fuck was she smiling? This was it. Luna meant to overpower him somehow and drown him in that damn bathtub. Had to be it, it fit together- no fingerprints to arouse no suspicion because she was craftier and smarter behind that spacey smile.
Sirius leaned over the tub, out of curiosity and dread, and her hands shot out of the water to grab his shoulders, drawing his head underwater. He was going to drown, drowning, oh fuck, oh fuck... They kissed. Her hands tugged down his ratty underwear and his found her bony hips. They surfaced and Sirius pressed his mouth against hers more desperately, hand cupping her small breast, then holding it with the rough pads of his fingers. The desire for physical affection outweighed his fear of dying and if he were to die caressing a woman's nude body, it seemed like the way to go.
A low, pleased hum escaped her throat and she broke the kiss. "Your loneliness starves you, it is obvious," remarked Luna as she circled her fingers around his cock and slid them upwards in a stroke. "I wanted to give you something before..." She drifted off mid-sentence, but her stroking increased and his breath hitched with the sensation of being touched.
He leaned forward, their chests brushing against each others, the movement of his body sending small waves through the bath water, and kissed her again. Who cared if she was touched in the head? If Luna wanted to lull him into a false sense of security before she killed him, he'd fuck her first. There was no way he would let a chance to get sex slip past him.
Sirius dropped his fingers from her breast to the juncture between her legs. The lips parted for him almost instantly, aided by the water, and he ran a finger down her slit. She gasped and arched her back a little, edging her hips closer to him.
He continued his movements, fully taking pleasure in the way she arched her back to emphasize her chest and not caring that there were questions he should have been asking. None of that mattered now. He leaned forward to taste her skin because she had to taste as good as she looked, but a sudden hiss and fizzle sounded to his right. Startled, he looked in the direction of the noise to see the end of sparks shooting from something on one of the shelves. He got out of the tub and headed over to pick it up; Luna followed him.
"What happened?" he asked. There was a pen holder that looked like gold-silver, the same type of material as his pen. He extended his hand to take it, but she stopped him with her hand.
Her solemn eyes met his and sent a shiver down his spine. "It is cursed," she said. "I received it from a witch in Knockturn Alley as that is where I acquire certain herbs for potions. After my fingers rested upon it, I was changed."
"Changed how?"
"By time." She frowned. "Time moved me there and back again." Sirius, with his strong sense of curiosity, reached for the pen and inserted it into one of the holes before she could react quickly enough. "No!" cried Luna. A flash of light burst in front of them and the noise accompanying it drowned her cry.
Sirius felt as though something was pulling him again and when he blinked, they were standing in the street of a city. In the nude.
He grabbed a newspaper on the ground for him and split it into two, giving Luna the other half for cover. Disorientation set in and it took a little while for the date on the newspaper to sink into his mind.
It was now forty years into the future.
Luna doubled over, gritting her teeth in agony with a soft moan and curling into a fetal position on the street. Her body grew ashen in color and flickered as if someone had a switch to her luminescence. "Luna, what the hell is wrong?" Sirius asked as he bent besides her, pen and holder still in hand.
"Time jumping... I cannot bear it," she groaned. If things got any weirder, Sirius' head might explode from it all. This was just fucked up. He scooped her into his arms awkwardly because he really had only one free hand - Luna's skin darkened to a deep grey as she neared the metal holder and when the two touched, Sirius and Luna disappeared. A feeling similar to Apparating swept over them as they did.
That was it! Sirius didn't want anymore bollocks with that pen - he let it fall to the ground when he saw they were in her cottage again. He had no idea who had created such a fucked up magical item, but it was obviously no good. He threw some clothes on both of them and laid her down on the bed. "Are you all right?" he asked. She was in no condition to kill anyone now and all suspicion left his mind.
Luna inhaled, her breath somewhat ragged. "Touch me," she pleaded and he rested her hands on her arms gently. The color in her skin returned to normal when his skin met hers. "I need a distraction - talk." He had nothing to say. He had magically escaped from Azkaban somehow, which was his prison for years. Needless to say, conversation topics were not some of the things he'd acquired.
"My one friend in Azkaban is a spider. I call him Snuffles because he first appeared when I had a cold a few months back." Luna shuddered slightly from the tension leaving her body and he took that as a sign to continue. "I swear Snuffles was the most intelligent spider in the world. He loved climbing onto my fur," he said.
"Fur?"
"My Animagus form is a dog. I stayed transformed most of the time."
Luna blinked. "Oh. What happened to Snuffles?" she asked.
"A guard stepped on him." Sirius rubbed her shoulder ever so slightly. "And then I was alone again. The screams... The silence. I hate silence." He tried to avoid it all his life. The worst part of everything was the silence - solitude - he thought he'd be with James, Remus and Lily forever.
Luna sat up then with intense, shining eyes. "Silence of solitude. We ought to banish it, if only for a moment." And then she kissed him. This time there was nothing to stop them. They kissed and the fire in his belly burst into life once again. His hands caressed her breasts, the peaks of her nipples, and he opened her mouth with his own. His mouth then trailed downwards and he licked the saltiness off her collarbone.
Her nipples were sweeter and she gasped a little before running her hands up his bony back. Their clothes tugged off, mouths crushing together - he pressed himself to her chest, erection warm against her stomach and groaned softly.
Sirius admired the sides of her body with his hands and found the smallness of her bottom. He slid fingers across it, one set slipping around and down to her stomach. He shifted back for room and finally his fingers found her wetness. Their kiss was now more desperate and Luna breathed with delight under his mouth when he ran a small circle against her clit, a finger just dipping inside to feel her clench around him. He made a pleased noise in his throat as she did, because she already felt so good.
She was tight and small as a virgin and he continued to stroke, pushing his finger in with the gentlest of movements to tease her. Luna grabbed his shoulders as she bit her lip and her gaze remained on him. Sirius sunk his finger deeper and pressed the pad of his finger just a bit harder on her clit. This was always one of his favorite moments during sex, when the balance of power shifted between the two – right now she was very much his, taking pleasure that he gave her on his terms.
Luna exhaled and her thin fingers wrapped around his cock, teasing him with soft strokes. Sirius pleasured her until she arched her hips toward him, urging him breathlessly to go faster and so he did.
He felt her come around his finger minutes later, her breath heavy, and when he looked at her face, it was ashen grey. That in itself almost made him pull back, but she kissed him again and he lost all inclination of moving.
"Please," she whispered, as if there was precious little time - he laid her on the bed and positioned himself at her entrance. And then he was in, barely a centimeter or two, but he paused so she could adjust to his length inside of her. Slowly he slid deeper still until she was full with him. They paused for a kiss and Sirius had not felt this content in a long time.
He began to move and they fell into a steady rhythm. They kissed again and again, Sirius rubbing her more and Luna gasped and clenched around him. Tingles and an urge, desire, grew - he felt so warm, so good, so very, very good - his orgasm overtook him and he exhaled as he pulsed within her.
Her climax took some coaxing, but it arrived and she gave a soft cry. She trembled and a warm, sleepy feeling swept over Sirius. He closed his eyes and just before he did, Luna faded out of sight. Her warmth left him and he stared at the space where she'd been. Only a couple of seconds passed before he succumbed to darkness involuntarily and awoke to pitch black, stone cold ground.
Back in Azkaban. Still alive, but still in prison.
Sirius clenched his fists. Next time, he'd escape for good.