Scars and Freckles (R)
Borderline PWP, hard R, set during OotP, 522 words (wow, short) No kinks except the threesome. :)
Even with my eyes closed I could tell them apart. One was easy, casual, smooth, the other intense, focused, reverent.
Four hands slid over my body. Two mouths took turns with mine, the other biding its time sampling other treats: a breast, a bit of neck, the back of a knee.
So many fingers wandering everywhere. More tongues and lips and gently nibbling teeth than should be allowed.
A soft murmur and a low growl, complementing each other. Hands and mouths sharing a common task.
Seeking, taking, giving gratification.
Flaming red hair and grizzled brown, like silk between my fingers. Soft on my skin.
Joyful release, and my hands on them. Hard and wanting. Needing.
One tasted of exotic spices, the other of something sweet and wild.
Warm kisses on my lips and on the back of my neck. Scars against my chest, smooth heat at my back as they filled me.
Full. Of love, of fire, of passion.
Hands. Seeking mine, theirs, ours. Too many. Not enough.
Complete. Safety. Love. Drowsy warmth.
Protected. Held tightly between them. The war couldn’t touch us here.
“I love you.” It didn’t matter who said it. We all meant it.
“Anna?”
“Hmm?” I lifted my head from where it had been buried in my arms at the big table in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. “Sorry. I must have fallen asleep.”
“Yes, we noticed,” said Remus with a grin.
“As I was saying.” Bill was also grinning at me, and I wondered how he could have any idea what I had been dreaming about. “I think Anna’s on the right track with the encryption of this spell, but it’s going to take us a while to crack it. Once that’s done, we should be able to create a counterspell.”
“Great. I think we’ll all be better able to concentrate after a good night’s sleep, right Anna?” Remus winked at me. “I’ll be up in a little while. We’re almost done here.”
“Er, yeah.” I stood, my cheeks warm; they couldn't possibly know. “Good night.”
It was only a dream. Not something that would happen at all. Honestly. Two men at once? I had never been that sort of girl.
And even had I been, Remus would certainly not be inclined to share me with anyone. And Bill. Bill had Fleur, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen up close. What would he want with plain old schoolteacher me when he had an actual part-Veela in his bed at night? Besides, anything between Bill and I was over long ago.
I had Remus. He was all I wanted. All I needed. Bill was only a friend to us both.
“Good night,” said Bill, handing Remus one of the stack of parchments before him as they settled in to finish reviewing the day’s reports from the Order’s field agents. “Oh, and Anna?”
“Yes?” I paused at the door, looking back them. They exchanged an eloquent glance before Remus answered for both of them.
“We both like the way you talk in your sleep.”
Even with my eyes closed I could tell them apart. One was easy, casual, smooth, the other intense, focused, reverent.
Four hands slid over my body. Two mouths took turns with mine, the other biding its time sampling other treats: a breast, a bit of neck, the back of a knee.
So many fingers wandering everywhere. More tongues and lips and gently nibbling teeth than should be allowed.
A soft murmur and a low growl, complementing each other. Hands and mouths sharing a common task.
Seeking, taking, giving gratification.
Flaming red hair and grizzled brown, like silk between my fingers. Soft on my skin.
Joyful release, and my hands on them. Hard and wanting. Needing.
One tasted of exotic spices, the other of something sweet and wild.
Warm kisses on my lips and on the back of my neck. Scars against my chest, smooth heat at my back as they filled me.
Full. Of love, of fire, of passion.
Hands. Seeking mine, theirs, ours. Too many. Not enough.
Complete. Safety. Love. Drowsy warmth.
Protected. Held tightly between them. The war couldn’t touch us here.
“I love you.” It didn’t matter who said it. We all meant it.
“Anna?”
“Hmm?” I lifted my head from where it had been buried in my arms at the big table in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. “Sorry. I must have fallen asleep.”
“Yes, we noticed,” said Remus with a grin.
“As I was saying.” Bill was also grinning at me, and I wondered how he could have any idea what I had been dreaming about. “I think Anna’s on the right track with the encryption of this spell, but it’s going to take us a while to crack it. Once that’s done, we should be able to create a counterspell.”
“Great. I think we’ll all be better able to concentrate after a good night’s sleep, right Anna?” Remus winked at me. “I’ll be up in a little while. We’re almost done here.”
“Er, yeah.” I stood, my cheeks warm; they couldn't possibly know. “Good night.”
It was only a dream. Not something that would happen at all. Honestly. Two men at once? I had never been that sort of girl.
And even had I been, Remus would certainly not be inclined to share me with anyone. And Bill. Bill had Fleur, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen up close. What would he want with plain old schoolteacher me when he had an actual part-Veela in his bed at night? Besides, anything between Bill and I was over long ago.
I had Remus. He was all I wanted. All I needed. Bill was only a friend to us both.
“Good night,” said Bill, handing Remus one of the stack of parchments before him as they settled in to finish reviewing the day’s reports from the Order’s field agents. “Oh, and Anna?”
“Yes?” I paused at the door, looking back them. They exchanged an eloquent glance before Remus answered for both of them.
“We both like the way you talk in your sleep.”