Title: Seen
Author:
emcueGenre: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters are the sole property of JK Rowling and I make no claim to them.
Notes: Done for
hp_het_kink's bondage challenge.
Summary: Remus closes his eyes to see what he wants.
Word Count: 541
Normally, Remus watched her in fascination: watched the way she brushed her hair back from her face, watched the way she licked her lips before laughing out loud, watched the way she smiled softly in his direction. This time, he could see nothing. All was black and dark and bordering on fear. Her soft voice warmed around him, warm breath floating through nothingness to calm him, skirting over his skin.
Arms taut and scarred, hands bound, he sniffed the air. Backup senses kicked into gear and he smiled, wondering if she would cotton on to the fact that he, Remus Lupin, was being not-so-honest. A jab to his ribs with her knees informed him that yes, she well knew. Hands in his hair, pulling his neck back, exposing the white-marked skin of years previous, showed him that she knew just what she was doing.
Lily Evans was almost the top of her class. Her charms work knew no equal, and even as Remus lay silently in what he could only hope was darkness, he felt her silent spells bind him tighter, blood flowing only partly through his body as she sought to stop it: to stop his free will completely. He moaned her name, silently, almost to himself, knowing she would hear it. He grinned when he felt her lips brush against his; a teasing example of intimacy.
"Remus Lupin," she whispered, tongue snaking out, slipping gently against his lower lip before she sucked the small, exposed region into her mouth, bruising it with her ministrations. He arched up against her: they'd only had a few encounters, each which left him feeling slightly embarrassed. Every time she touched him, hands trailing at his shirt collar - the briefest closeness - he could feel himself harden, wanting more, always hoping.
And, sometimes, she gave in.
Whispered incantations made him shift, the ropes cutting into his arms and body. He could feel her words lacing him, holding his body firmly in place, marking it as hers. Not caring about anything else, Remus let himself get lost in silence and teasing fingernails against his skin, gliding up and down. Waiting.
Testing.
Lily.
Her mouth around his cock, his hands tied behind his head, holding, forcing him to do nothing, to touch nothing. The inability to yell her name, to let it spill from his lips as it did his thoughts. Warmth, surrounding him; soon replaced by wetness, tighter and more hesitant. Bound and blind, he could still tell it was her: could still feel her eyes on his body, watching the quirk of his mouth, listening for the soft panting of his breath as he lent his body to her, grateful for her touch.
It was all he'd wanted.
...her body convulsing around his, stretching, tightening around his length. Wetness, slicker as she held herself upright, nails digging into his chest. Want and need held against him as her body moved to a rhythm he could only feel.
Thrust, push.
Following her lead until the blindfold went unseen, white and disbelief shrouded behind covered eyes, body relaxing, falling, gliding with forcefulness of want until her body left his, cold and freed.