LMOM #24: Bits of Blue and Gold (R) TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (24 of 31) AUTHOR:summerborn RATING: R PAIRING: Draco/? with Remus as voyeur, and also fantasies of Remus/Severus KINK: Voyeurism, prostitution, sex toys (fantasies of cross-dressing) CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2009 AUTHOR NOTES: This story takes place post-war, but follows canon only through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story. WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 800
Remus had barely enough time to register what the newcomer was wearing – silk lingerie, tastefully trimmed with lace and ribbons – before Draco began to speak. That was when Remus realized that Draco looked exactly like Draco.
"I've got everything ready," Draco was saying.
"Good," the newcomer said, and at the same time that the words were spoken, there was an odd modulation in the air, clearly evidence of tampering with the memory. Remus hadn't thought about it, but he supposed there was more to be edited away than just the visuals.
The visuals in this case were impressive. The shape of the figure's body, rounded hips and narrow waist that flared outward again, showed Remus that it was a woman, even though he hadn't seen the front of her yet. There was something odd in her stance, though, as she listened to whatever Draco was telling her – an expression of defiance in the tilt of her hips, at once self-assured and strangely vulnerable.
Draco took the girl by one gloved hand and led her to the bed, and when she turned to walk past Remus, he at last got a look at her face. There was a vague sense of familiarity there, as if she were a blend of several people Remus knew. Still, he couldn't put a name to the face, and there was no light leaking from around her, or any grey fog showing up in the scene, so Remus supposed Draco was better at this processing than he thought he was.
"Here," Draco said, and showed the girl a box that was sitting on the bedside table. He then slipped off his shoes and got onto the bed, leaning against the headboard and looking for all the world as if her were about to start a business meeting, rather than... whatever was going on here.
The girl looked into the box. "Just any of these, yeah?" Again there was a slight buzzing in the air, obscuring her voice and ringing in Remus' ear. He moved around to the opposite side of the bed so he could see her face again, reminded as he was of what he was supposed to be doing here.
Her face looked all right, but it didn't look quite the same as it had a moment or two ago. Remus kept his eyes on her face while she pulled an object out of the box and began doing something with it – yes, there it was. A slight ripple ran across her face, and it changed slightly in the aftermath, the eyes slightly more set apart than they had been, and a handful of other small changes. It was still too close to be mistaken for a different person, but there was no denying the fact that she didn't quite look the same.
"Mmm, yeah," she said then, her face slipping into what was clearly supposed to be a sultry, enticing look. Remus glanced away; the bedroom eyes she was putting on were not for him, and even though she couldn't see him or interact with him in any way, it was still slightly embarrassing. His gaze fell on Draco, who was watching with narrowed eyes, and not at all the sort of interest you would expect in a john who had such a show going on in front of him.
A thought struck him – the voice coming from the girl had been the most noticeable defect in Draco's editing, and surely most of the time it was enough to just change a person's appearance, not their voice as well? Unless... what if the person in the original memory had been a man? It would certainly explain why Draco didn't seem to be affected by her charms.
Abruptly intrigued, Remus turned a critical eye to every inch of the "girl's" body. There was no mistaking that it certainly looked like a female body – she had full breasts, showed to advantage in the push-up bra, and smooth narrow shoulders with delicate arms. She stood in the heels and stockings as if born to them, which surely no man could do.
Besides... she had slid part of the toy between her legs, pushing aside her panties, and there was no trace there of anything else. Surely not even Severus could have edited something like that out of the picture.
The thought of Severus melded somehow with his conjecture that this was perhaps not originally a woman.
Remus could not avoid the image of Severus wearing high, shiny black shoes, his calves and legs heightened and tightened by the heels, covered in that same fine fishnet that he was looking at on the girl. And garters hooking the stockings to something silky, something that covered Severus' arse but not quite, giving him enough to tease and turn him on.