Bad Moon Rising - Part 1. Charge, Remus/Narcissa, PG-13
Author: anaid_rabbit
Title: Bad Moon Rising - Part 1. Charge
Pairing: Remus/Narcissa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 455
Summary: The first time they make love - make love, because Narcissa insists that that is what they`re doing instead...
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters and canon. I own nothing.
The way you love
Have you got a name for it
Cause I don't understand it
The language is an annoying necessity
And I depend on all the regular things
Got a list tattooed on my memory
Of how our tryst should unfold
Splendid, Charge
The first time they make love - make love, because Narcissa insists that that is what they`re doing instead of the awkward shagging that`s really going on... Anyway, the first time it happens, it`s in an abandoned broom closet, dangerously close to Filch`s office.
The corridors are freezing, the closet is dusty and humid, yet their closeness, the small and nervous butterfly kisses that Narcissa plants on his neck, awake some bright fire burning deep inside him. So, so much different from that other burn, because this one is scary yet exciting, and he doesnt crave blood, he craves Narcissa`s whole, intoxicating smell and he craves it all for him. All this makes him feel feverish, not trembling with fear and cold as he should.
His clothes seem like such a burden now and he gets rid of them sooner than he thought and she takes off her skirt and gets her knickers out of the way. And he`s amazed at the way she`s holding the fabric expertely to one side with her with her fingers, looking she has done this one hundred times before, because they`re her favorites and even if they weren`t she wasn`t not going to soil them by trowing them on the closet`s filthy ground. He wonders if her reasoning has any logic whatsoever given what they`re about to do... But there`s no more time left for wondering or for thinking of any kind, for that matter, because the very awareness that he`s in an old broom closet that creaks, trying to get laid for the very first time in all of his sixteen years, quickly fades away leaving nothing but them. And now it`s all down to whimpers and moanings and frustrated sighs and bodies trying to fit rightly against each other and not lose their precarious balance.
How they managed it all without making enough noise to get caught, Remus does not know. But they did. And in the claustrophobic space of the closet they finally stand leaning against each other, and Narcissa presses her forehead against his shoulder and he can see her expression of distaste and terrible disappointment when she turns to look him straight in the eyes. This isn't how she had wanted it to be. “What did she expect, a fairytale romance inside a broom closet?” he wonders, annoyed and half disappointed himself. Half disappointed with himself. But he manages to smile tenderly when she says “I`m utterly disgusted with myself” her blue eyes filling with an avalanche of tears and her rosebud lips trembling violentely. “It wasn`t so bad,” he retorts. But he knows it was pathetic and nothing he can say or do right now is good enough for her. Never will be
Title: Bad Moon Rising - Part 1. Charge
Pairing: Remus/Narcissa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 455
Summary: The first time they make love - make love, because Narcissa insists that that is what they`re doing instead...
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters and canon. I own nothing.
The way you love
Have you got a name for it
Cause I don't understand it
The language is an annoying necessity
And I depend on all the regular things
Got a list tattooed on my memory
Of how our tryst should unfold
Splendid, Charge
The first time they make love - make love, because Narcissa insists that that is what they`re doing instead of the awkward shagging that`s really going on... Anyway, the first time it happens, it`s in an abandoned broom closet, dangerously close to Filch`s office.
The corridors are freezing, the closet is dusty and humid, yet their closeness, the small and nervous butterfly kisses that Narcissa plants on his neck, awake some bright fire burning deep inside him. So, so much different from that other burn, because this one is scary yet exciting, and he doesnt crave blood, he craves Narcissa`s whole, intoxicating smell and he craves it all for him. All this makes him feel feverish, not trembling with fear and cold as he should.
His clothes seem like such a burden now and he gets rid of them sooner than he thought and she takes off her skirt and gets her knickers out of the way. And he`s amazed at the way she`s holding the fabric expertely to one side with her with her fingers, looking she has done this one hundred times before, because they`re her favorites and even if they weren`t she wasn`t not going to soil them by trowing them on the closet`s filthy ground. He wonders if her reasoning has any logic whatsoever given what they`re about to do... But there`s no more time left for wondering or for thinking of any kind, for that matter, because the very awareness that he`s in an old broom closet that creaks, trying to get laid for the very first time in all of his sixteen years, quickly fades away leaving nothing but them. And now it`s all down to whimpers and moanings and frustrated sighs and bodies trying to fit rightly against each other and not lose their precarious balance.
How they managed it all without making enough noise to get caught, Remus does not know. But they did. And in the claustrophobic space of the closet they finally stand leaning against each other, and Narcissa presses her forehead against his shoulder and he can see her expression of distaste and terrible disappointment when she turns to look him straight in the eyes. This isn't how she had wanted it to be. “What did she expect, a fairytale romance inside a broom closet?” he wonders, annoyed and half disappointed himself. Half disappointed with himself. But he manages to smile tenderly when she says “I`m utterly disgusted with myself” her blue eyes filling with an avalanche of tears and her rosebud lips trembling violentely. “It wasn`t so bad,” he retorts. But he knows it was pathetic and nothing he can say or do right now is good enough for her. Never will be