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leashy_bebes) wrote2008-10-13 04:32 pm
leashy_bebes) wrote2008-10-13 04:32 pm
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FIC: Expected [part 1]
Expected
Maybe a light R?
Remus hasn't been expecting this. But maybe he should have.
I guess it could be seen as a sequel to this but it can stand alone as well.
750ish words
You never thought he would want this, which is not to say you've never thought about it. You have - a lot, since long before he took the plunge and leaned over to kiss you in the red shadows of his bed. You've imagined it, the way he would look and feel, how he would sound, the things he would say. But you've always put it to one side in your mind, completely sure that he would never want it. He is loud and confident and forthright, and everything you are not. He is handsome and charming and sometimes a bit overpowering and you have never imagined he would want this from anyone, let alone from you.
You suppose you should have seen it coming really, in the way that he gives in to your touch and sighs so prettily at your kisses. He is always keen to initiate - things - but he quickly gives you back control. He'll pull you on top of him or inveigle himself between your body and a wall, so that you have no choice but to hold him there, hold him still, hold him down. Still though, you with your big brain, you don't expect it at all, practically swallow your tongue, as it goes, when he turns to you in bed, all liquid eyes and lush mouth and says,
"I want - I mean - I think you should fuck me."
"Wh - but - you think I should?"
"I do," he says. "I really - really do."
You hear yourself saying, "Um, well, I suppose if you really think so," and watch yourself reach forward to run the back of your hand across his cheek before your fingers twist in his hair, twining black silk around your knuckles.
"Really? You will?"
He sits bolt upright, a few dark strands still caught tight around your fingers. You nod and he leans in to kiss you, his arms around your waist, tugging you in close against him. And yes, you should have seen this coming a mile off because he squeezes himself against you, tight and small and draws you in, arms and legs, to wrap yourself around him. It's so obvious now, what he's wanted all those times he's looked at you with some inexplicable, nameless need in his eyes. This, he wants this, he wants you. You give in, push him onto his back and spread yourself on top of him, melting into his warm, soft skin.
"Moony," he croons, and you nuzzle at his jaw and chin. "Oh, you - " he murmurs, and you press your weight more heavily onto him, scarcely daring to believe his happy little sigh. "I thought you'd take a lot more persuading than that," he says, and you kiss him.
"I do want you, you know," you tell him seriously. "More than anything, really. I'm sorry if I don't always make you realise that."
"Don't be sorry," he whispers, nudging your head up for another kiss. "Don't be sorry, just. Just do it."
The words go straight to your gut, and the strength of the desire they rouse in you leaves you breathless. You desperately summon every bit of will power and self control you have and shake your head. He is already protesting as you try to explain.
"Not here," you say earnestly. "Not the first time."
"Why not?" he whines. "Stop stalling."
"I'm not stalling," you promise. "I'm really not. I just think we should go somewhere more private."
"That's what magic is for," he explains impatiently and you muffle your laughter in his shoulder.
"Because your silencing spells are notoriously reliable," you point out.
"Once," he says, tickling your side in retaliation. "That happened once."
"And Prongs still can't quite look me in the eye," you laugh.
"But I - " he says.
"Sirius," you say heavily. "We're waiting."
"Pff," he scoffs, but you can tell that he isn't going to argue anymore. Well, not about the location, at least. "We better not be waiting long."
"No," you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. "No. Tomorrow, you're going to leave dinner early and go and wait for me in the room of requirement."
"Oh, am I?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," you tell him firmly, and you watch the flicker of interest rise in his eyes at your tone. "You are."
>>To part 2 (teh sexing)
Maybe a light R?
Remus hasn't been expecting this. But maybe he should have.
I guess it could be seen as a sequel to this but it can stand alone as well.
750ish words
You never thought he would want this, which is not to say you've never thought about it. You have - a lot, since long before he took the plunge and leaned over to kiss you in the red shadows of his bed. You've imagined it, the way he would look and feel, how he would sound, the things he would say. But you've always put it to one side in your mind, completely sure that he would never want it. He is loud and confident and forthright, and everything you are not. He is handsome and charming and sometimes a bit overpowering and you have never imagined he would want this from anyone, let alone from you.
You suppose you should have seen it coming really, in the way that he gives in to your touch and sighs so prettily at your kisses. He is always keen to initiate - things - but he quickly gives you back control. He'll pull you on top of him or inveigle himself between your body and a wall, so that you have no choice but to hold him there, hold him still, hold him down. Still though, you with your big brain, you don't expect it at all, practically swallow your tongue, as it goes, when he turns to you in bed, all liquid eyes and lush mouth and says,
"I want - I mean - I think you should fuck me."
"Wh - but - you think I should?"
"I do," he says. "I really - really do."
You hear yourself saying, "Um, well, I suppose if you really think so," and watch yourself reach forward to run the back of your hand across his cheek before your fingers twist in his hair, twining black silk around your knuckles.
"Really? You will?"
He sits bolt upright, a few dark strands still caught tight around your fingers. You nod and he leans in to kiss you, his arms around your waist, tugging you in close against him. And yes, you should have seen this coming a mile off because he squeezes himself against you, tight and small and draws you in, arms and legs, to wrap yourself around him. It's so obvious now, what he's wanted all those times he's looked at you with some inexplicable, nameless need in his eyes. This, he wants this, he wants you. You give in, push him onto his back and spread yourself on top of him, melting into his warm, soft skin.
"Moony," he croons, and you nuzzle at his jaw and chin. "Oh, you - " he murmurs, and you press your weight more heavily onto him, scarcely daring to believe his happy little sigh. "I thought you'd take a lot more persuading than that," he says, and you kiss him.
"I do want you, you know," you tell him seriously. "More than anything, really. I'm sorry if I don't always make you realise that."
"Don't be sorry," he whispers, nudging your head up for another kiss. "Don't be sorry, just. Just do it."
The words go straight to your gut, and the strength of the desire they rouse in you leaves you breathless. You desperately summon every bit of will power and self control you have and shake your head. He is already protesting as you try to explain.
"Not here," you say earnestly. "Not the first time."
"Why not?" he whines. "Stop stalling."
"I'm not stalling," you promise. "I'm really not. I just think we should go somewhere more private."
"That's what magic is for," he explains impatiently and you muffle your laughter in his shoulder.
"Because your silencing spells are notoriously reliable," you point out.
"Once," he says, tickling your side in retaliation. "That happened once."
"And Prongs still can't quite look me in the eye," you laugh.
"But I - " he says.
"Sirius," you say heavily. "We're waiting."
"Pff," he scoffs, but you can tell that he isn't going to argue anymore. Well, not about the location, at least. "We better not be waiting long."
"No," you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. "No. Tomorrow, you're going to leave dinner early and go and wait for me in the room of requirement."
"Oh, am I?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," you tell him firmly, and you watch the flicker of interest rise in his eyes at your tone. "You are."
>>To part 2 (teh sexing)