Dora, for all her usual composure under pressure, was rocking her hips in little circles and making high-pitched, yet quiet sounds.
Remus turned back under his shoulder to say in Sirius's direction, "Padfoot, do you like watching me fuck your cousin? Do you want me to come inside of her? To do what you can't?"
Sirius's knees, in Remus's vision, seemed to buckle slightly. Sirius made an entirely unintelligible sound that joined the chorus of Dora's light whines.
Remus had a strong rhythm going as he bucked into the wet heat of Dora. He leaned down to lick her breast as a dog might, right across her nipple. To Sirius he said, "Look at me Sirius. I'm buried in your cousin. I'm going to come in her."
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Sirius repeated to the rhythm of Remus's hips.
Remus came first, driven as much by Sirius's words as by Dora's soft body surrounding his cock. He arched and closed his eyes, moaning. Dora's eyes flashed open and she wrapped a strong hand across Remus' hips, pinning him in place as she rocked herself towards oblivion, but she still had a little ways to go.
Sirius came second, with an entirely wild cry. He shot hard, come landing on Remus's back and left hip. Some probably even landed on Dora.
She didn't seem to notice. Instead, she had Remus pinned. He was softening and slipping from her, but she was tenacious and would not abandon her quest so easily. She scrambled for his hand, pinning it against her clitoris, pistoning against him. Finally, her back arched completely off the bed and she twisted slightly to the side, loosing a wail that gave even Sirius's orgasm good competition, as far as sheer volume went.
More remarkably, her hair-- both on her head and in her pussy, shot through with yellow, then red, then green, then blue-- a rainbow swirl as she lost control of her abilities. Remus found himself staring, mesmerized, at the colored patterning across her vagina. Slowly, as lassitude overcame her, her hair settled back down towards pink, and her body relaxed against the white covers.
Remus backed away from the bed, standing erect. As the realization of what he had done hit him, he stared in shock at the exhausted woman in front of him. Just as he was about to be overcome by guilt though, warm arms encircled him. Sirius rested his chin on Remus's shoulder, gazing as well at Dora. "She's brilliant," he whispered into Remus's ear. "You were brilliant as well."
Remus found himself blushing at the rather unusual compliment. Still, he heard himself say, "We probably shouldn't have done that. It wasn't fair to her."
Dora opened one eye and propped herself up on one elbow. "I'm still here," she said firmly, but her expression was laughing.
"Sorry," Remus said, having to clear his throat.
"Don't be," she smiled. "I enjoyed it. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't enjoy it." As she spoke, she stood from the bed and pulled a set of robed around herself. "But I think I'd better sleep in my own bed tonight."
Remus bowed his head and nodded, still feeling out of place in this strange after-situation. Dora came over to him as though sensing his discomfort and patted his shoulder. Remus mustered a smile for her sake.
Then, Dora turned to Sirius, who had detached himself from Remus a few moments before. He stretched to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You were brilliant, too," she told him. And then she left the room. For a moment, her presence seemed to linger behind her. Once her strangely leather-scented perfume eventually cleared from the air, Remus and Sirius were left together alone once again.
Both, though, understood now that they would not be alone together forever. Someone else had stepped irrevocably into their relationship.
"I love her," Sirius said softly as he lowered himself onto sheets still wet from sex.
"I love you," Remus countered. "Now get up so I can change the sheets."
All is Violent, All is Bright [2]
Dora, for all her usual composure under pressure, was rocking her hips in little circles and making high-pitched, yet quiet sounds.
Remus turned back under his shoulder to say in Sirius's direction, "Padfoot, do you like watching me fuck your cousin? Do you want me to come inside of her? To do what you can't?"
Sirius's knees, in Remus's vision, seemed to buckle slightly. Sirius made an entirely unintelligible sound that joined the chorus of Dora's light whines.
Remus had a strong rhythm going as he bucked into the wet heat of Dora. He leaned down to lick her breast as a dog might, right across her nipple. To Sirius he said, "Look at me Sirius. I'm buried in your cousin. I'm going to come in her."
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Sirius repeated to the rhythm of Remus's hips.
Remus came first, driven as much by Sirius's words as by Dora's soft body surrounding his cock. He arched and closed his eyes, moaning. Dora's eyes flashed open and she wrapped a strong hand across Remus' hips, pinning him in place as she rocked herself towards oblivion, but she still had a little ways to go.
Sirius came second, with an entirely wild cry. He shot hard, come landing on Remus's back and left hip. Some probably even landed on Dora.
She didn't seem to notice. Instead, she had Remus pinned. He was softening and slipping from her, but she was tenacious and would not abandon her quest so easily. She scrambled for his hand, pinning it against her clitoris, pistoning against him. Finally, her back arched completely off the bed and she twisted slightly to the side, loosing a wail that gave even Sirius's orgasm good competition, as far as sheer volume went.
More remarkably, her hair-- both on her head and in her pussy, shot through with yellow, then red, then green, then blue-- a rainbow swirl as she lost control of her abilities. Remus found himself staring, mesmerized, at the colored patterning across her vagina. Slowly, as lassitude overcame her, her hair settled back down towards pink, and her body relaxed against the white covers.
Remus backed away from the bed, standing erect. As the realization of what he had done hit him, he stared in shock at the exhausted woman in front of him. Just as he was about to be overcome by guilt though, warm arms encircled him. Sirius rested his chin on Remus's shoulder, gazing as well at Dora. "She's brilliant," he whispered into Remus's ear. "You were brilliant as well."
Remus found himself blushing at the rather unusual compliment. Still, he heard himself say, "We probably shouldn't have done that. It wasn't fair to her."
Dora opened one eye and propped herself up on one elbow. "I'm still here," she said firmly, but her expression was laughing.
"Sorry," Remus said, having to clear his throat.
"Don't be," she smiled. "I enjoyed it. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't enjoy it." As she spoke, she stood from the bed and pulled a set of robed around herself. "But I think I'd better sleep in my own bed tonight."
Remus bowed his head and nodded, still feeling out of place in this strange after-situation. Dora came over to him as though sensing his discomfort and patted his shoulder. Remus mustered a smile for her sake.
Then, Dora turned to Sirius, who had detached himself from Remus a few moments before. He stretched to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You were brilliant, too," she told him. And then she left the room. For a moment, her presence seemed to linger behind her. Once her strangely leather-scented perfume eventually cleared from the air, Remus and Sirius were left together alone once again.
Both, though, understood now that they would not be alone together forever. Someone else had stepped irrevocably into their relationship.
"I love her," Sirius said softly as he lowered himself onto sheets still wet from sex.
"I love you," Remus countered. "Now get up so I can change the sheets."