Moonlight

12. Fun and Games



Milia crept down the second floor hallway, listening intently. Every room she passed by proved locked or empty. She reached the stairs and started down them. Near the bottom, the step beneath her creaked. She froze as the sound echoed through the house. She squeezed the tennis ball in her hand, its weight reassuring. Swallowing, she started down the stairs again.

At the bottom of the stairs a tennis ball whizzed past her ear. Milia ducked down and threw her own ball at Remus. He jumped over the low, wild shot and ducked back into the drawing room. Damn! Milia chided herself, A wasted shot! A stinging thud hit her between the shoulder blades. She turned to find a smirking Siruis behind her.

“Accio ball!” he commanded and the two balls at her feet flew into his waiting hands.

“That’s cheating!” she protested.

“You’re out, Milia. Remus and I can both use magic so it’s not cheating anymore,” he explained with a dramatic shrug. She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it.

Shaking her head she said, “Fine. I’ll go make us some tea then.” As she disappeared downstairs, Remus and Sirius started pummeling each other with the fuzzy green balls. Milia entered the kitchen. A week before, it had been destroyed by the two werewolves. Remus had set it all back in order with a flick of his wand. Milia started water boiling on the stove then started working on the lunch dishes. The tennis ball tag had interrupted her clean-up routine.

Remus clattered down the stairs, chuckling. Milia smiled over her shoulder at him. “Did Sirius win?” she asked. He smiled and nodded as he crossed to her. She returned to the dishes as he hugged her from behind.

“I’ve come for a consolation prize,” he whispered in her ear. Milia chuckled and turned to face him, draping her wet hands around her neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. He rubbed against her, moving his hips in slow circles. She kissed him deeply, drawing in the sweet taste of oranges offered at his mouth.

As their tongues caressed, Sirius’ footsteps came up behind them. Remus turned her so that her back was to Sirius. Fear! Milia sent, trying to pull away. He bit her lower lip, nibbling gently. Sirius’ hands caressed her back, up over her shoulders then back down to the hem of her t-shirt. Under her shirt. Milia’s breath caught as his warm body pressed against her from behind. His hands worked their way up to her breasts, exploring between her and Remus. Remus loosened his grip on her to make way for Sirius.

She opened her eyes and stared at Remus, breaking the kiss. He smiled at her. Love breathed from him, his blue eyes warm and eager. She looked over her shoulder at Sirius. His grey eyes held the same eager light, the emotions pouring from him, nothing but love and peace. He descended upon her mouth, kissing her. She opened to his probing, cold ice spreading in the wake of sweet oranges. The change thrilled through her, tumbling her mind and senses. Her knees buckled and Remus and Sirius caught her. Four strong hands lifting her, encircling her.

“What game is this?” she breathed, playing for time. Her heart beat rapidly in her ears. She scented the air again. No jealousy, no anger. She looked from one to the other. The two men exchanged glances then smiled at her in unison.

“We had a talk the other day,” Remus began.

“And we decided we could stand sharing you,” Sirius finished.

“Share me?” Milia said, unsure whether to be enchanted by the possibility or out-raged at being discussed as if she were a mere object. The men moved closer; again, in unison. She back-pedaled before them.

“If you don’t want us, just say so and we’ll stop,” Remus said, picking up the sudden wave of fear that poured from her.

She stopped backing away from them. They moved forward, one on each side of her. Sirius leaned close, kissing along her neck, one hand dropping to her breast, fondling the hardening nipple through the cloth. Milia closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her breathing smooth and even. Remus’ mouth covered hers, his tongue begging for entrance. Sirius pinched her softly as his tongue entered her mouth and she whimpered around him. Her knees started shaking, threatening to collapse again.

“Stop,” she breathed again, breaking the kiss. Remus sighed and pulled away. Sirius withdrew his hand but continued nuzzling along her neck. “I’m not doing this in the kitchen.” The teapot on the stove whistled as the water came to a boil. Sirius left her and went to remove the teapot.

Rather than returning to her, he started up the stairs. “Come on, Remus,” he called over his shoulder. “Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Remus pecked her on the cheek then followed Sirius up the stairs.

“Wait!” Milia called after them, “What do you mean?” She said, starting after them. They ran up the stairs to the second floor when they heard her behind them. With a sigh, she ascended in their wake. The hall was empty. She sniffed. Their scent trails led off towards the bathroom. With a frown, she followed. The last door on the right stood open; a room that had always been locked before.

The two men lay upon the biggest bed she’d ever seen. There was, conveniently, room for her in the middle. “Whose room is this then?” she asked as she entered. They smiled up at her.

“It’s your room,” Sirius said.

“It wouldn’t be fair to use either of ours anymore. This way, you have your own space,” Remus added. She surveyed the room.

“You’re giving me this room?” she asked, looking at Sirius.

He nodded, “Yes. The master suite, this is. My dear old mum’s bed. Don’t worry, we replaced the mattress.” Remus laughed at his words. Sirius patted the bed between them and smiled coyly up at her. A definite heat crossed Remus’ face and he smiled too; almost predatory in its intensity. With a sigh, Milia entered and closed the door. She crossed the room at a stately pace and crawled up onto the bed, laying on her back between them.

Milia sighed deeply and rested her hands on her belly. Her heart fluttered rapidly. Neither Sirius nor Remus moved. They stared at each other.

“Well, someone do something,” Milia said at last. With a dark chuckle Sirius waved Reumus towards her and lay his head down beside her on the pillows. She looked at Siruis, scenting the air. A lazy contentment engulfed him.

“Go ahead,” he said, his grey eyes sliding closed, “I’ll wait.”

Milia turned to Remus. He smiled down at her, moving over her. She closed her eyes as their lips met. The moon had faded, the beasts diminished. This time when they kissed, no beast was called forward. The pack was still there, ever-present, but they were alone in their skins. Milia laughed into Remus’ mouth and reached for him. It was only the two of them! Only us!

Remus’ hands pulled at her clothes. She helped him remove her shirt. He pulled her bra away, spilling her breasts. His citrus mouth moved to the nipple closest to him. He fed gently, taking her in, sucking , his tongue playing with her. Her other nipple was suddenly bathed in warmth. Milia gasped, eyes flying open. Sirius looked up at her, leaving her breast; eyes feral, framed by his long black hair. He took her nipple into his mouth again.

Not to be out-done, Remus nibbled her slightly, pulling another gasp from her and bringing her attention back to him. He watched Sirius for a second more, then closed his eyes too. Milia took one head in each hand and lay back, closing her eyes again. I guess Sirius is done waiting, she thought, playing with their hair; thick black tangles in her right hand, baby fine down in her left.

Remus left her breast and nuzzled along her neck, nibbling gently as he went. He nudged Sirius away as he moved onto her. His knees pressed against hers, parting her legs. Sirius moved away from her breast and hand. She moved her hands under Remus’ shirt, along his muscled back, trailing her fingernails gently over his skin. His breathing quickened and he moved to take off his shirt.

“Allow me, old friend,” Sirius said. He soon had Remus’ shirt off and moved to his pants. Milia reached for Remus’ pants at the same time and found Sirius’ hands instead. She pulled away. With a soft chuckle, Sirius took hold of her hand and urged her towards Remus’ groin.

She hesitantly tickled along his length, rippled silk beneath her fingertips. His sharp intake of breath hissed in her ear. His mouth found hers, spilling oranges into her. His kiss, strong and urgent, brought her breathing to a slow steady panting. Vaa ana and cinnamon engulfed her. She felt Sirius’ hands on her pants, sliding them slowly down her thighs, over her knees, guiding them off of her feet. He reached inside her panties, moving two fingers in a circle over her. She wiggled against his hand, whimpering into Remus’ mouth. Her own hand moved lower, cupping Remus in her hand. She massaged him gently.

“Stop,” he hissed, a hand reaching for Milia’s, moving her away from himself.

“Why?” Sirius asked. Milia opened her eyes and found the dark-haired wizard. He lay beside her, naked as well. He had a slight frown on his face, his finger slid inside her, ignoring Remus’ command to stop. She gritted her teeth and tried to focus on Remus above her rather than Sirius between her legs.

“I. . .” Remus started. Looking at Sirius, he continued, “It’s been a long time for me,” he said. Sirius moved his hand.

“Then take me, Remus. Forget the foreplay,” she breathed, pressing her hips up against him.

“She’s more than ready,” Sirius whispered, taking her now-free-hand and placing it on his own naked thigh. He gave her a knowing wink. Smiling Milia took hold of Sirius, stroking him lightly, coaxing him. She opened her legs further to Remus. A pulse of pleasure and anticipation ran through her. Remus moved against her, sliding up and down, finding her ready, as Sirius had said. He slid slowly inside her, bringing a small gasp from her. Sirius echoed her as she squeezed him involuntarily with her hand. She held her breath as Remus thrust deep inside her. A low, sultry moan escaped her as Remus bumped deep inside her. Each movement slow and deliberate, his thrusts rubbing just right, building a small ball of pleasure at her center.

Sirius moved next to her, bringing a small part of her attention back to him. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He arched his eyebrows at her, a look on his face that said quite plainly, are we doing this? She smiled at him and traveled along his shaft. There was no wetness to take from his tip. He took her hand from him and licked her palm. Slowly, sensually, covering her hand with the needed wetness. Then he replaced her hand. She tightened around him without squeezing, pumping hard and slow. She moved her hand to match Remus’ rhythm between her legs.

Sirius moaned, thrustinainsainst her hand. Remus quickened his pace, the ball of pleasure growing with each deep thrust. A small whimper broke from Milia. Remus’ thrust grew strong, deep enough to bang against her, bruising her inside. He groaned above her. She cried out, wanting him to continue but knowing he wouldn’t. Sirius’ hot seed spilled over her fingers as she stroked him. He thrust hard against her hand as she slowed her stroking, letting him ride out his pleasure. She tightened on Remus as he slid inside her, pulling a gasp from him. Heat filled her as he pumped hard and deep, his seed extinguishing the ball of pleasure that had been building in her. It was so close to perfect! His movements slowed. He collapsed on top of her, panting.

Sirius conjured a warm, wet towel and cleaned himself and her hand. Remus kissed her cheek, “Thank-you,” he whispered. Sirius leaned over her nuzzling her other cheek. Milia kissed Remus first, as deep and slow as any of his thrusts had been. Then she broke from him and kissed Sirius. She thrilled at the change of taste; warm citrus chased away by the chill of winter. Remus pulled out of her bringing a small moan from her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I knew that wasn’t long enough for you.” He hung his head. Sadness! Failure! Flowing from him.

“Don’t apologize,” Milia whispered. “I know what you’re capable of Great Wolf,” she kissed him again, shuddering as his warm citrus taste replaced Sirius’ chill in her mouth. She giggled. Remus pulled away from her, a wary look on his face. “No Remus, I’m not laughing at you,” she assured him. “You and Sirius taste so different. I like it.” Remus stared at Sirius, who answered with a shrug. With a sigh, Remus rolled off of Milia. He propped himself up on one elbow. Sirius stretched out beside her, mirroring Remus.

“We can hardly leave such a wonderful woman in need,” Sirius said confidentially to Remus.

Remus nodded, “You’re quite right. But, dear friend, what should we do?” An eager light emanated from his laugh-lined face. Milia laughed low.

“Well,” Sirius said, feigning deep thought. “We could do this.” His hand slid slowly down her stomach, between her legs. Milia sighed and closed her eyes. His fingers slid along her, moving in slow circles around her.

“Or,” Remus began, leaving her side, “We could do this.” His fine brown hair tickled along her thigh as he spread her legs. Her breath caught in her throat. Sirius moved away from her too. His finger disappeared as hot breath blew acrosr. r. She bucked towards the breath and opened her eyes. Sirius smiled up at her as he lay down beside Remus, moving her other leg, spreading her as wide as she could go.

Remus’ tongue stroked her then. She bucked against him. He moved away and smiled up at her as Sirius took her clitoris in his mouth. A small cry broke from her as he sucked her in, nibbling gently, rapidly. She moved against his mouth, her eyes on Remus. Remus’ finger slid inside her drawing another cry from her, making her thrust hard against them.

He worked his finger in and out, rubbing against the bone. Sirius’ tongue caressed her, making long slow passes. Remus’ picked up his pace, as her breath increased. The ball of pleasure returned. Milia closed her eyes, losing herself to their attention; nurturing her pleasure. She moved in rhythm; slow, deliberate thrusts meant to counter her partner’s movement. The pleasure rippled through her in waves. She whimpered as Remus withdrew his finger.

“No,” she managed. Sirius’ mouth suddenly left her. She opened her eyes. Sirius was climbing on top of her. He brushed against her wetness, stiff and ready. She gasped with pleasure. Remus appeared at her breast. He pulled her nipple into his mouth as Sirius thrust hard into her. She criet int in pleasure. Sirius propped himself up, making sure there was room for Remus. His thrusts were hard and urgent. Remus played with her other nipple, using his finger and thumb to tease it. He bit down softly on the one in his mouth. She cried out again, moving to meet Sirius’ thrusts.

The pleasure built around his urgent movements and burst through her. She screamed and bucked hard against him. Panting, pumping, Sirius relaxed his control and filled her with heat. She cried out again, moving against him, sitting up. Remus forced her back down, leaving her breast and seeking her mouth. She kissed him hard, taking oranges into her mouth as Sirius’ chill rocked between her legs.

A final deep thrust and Sirius collapsed on her, laying beside Remus. He kissed along their mouths, his chill intermingling for the briefest of moments with Remus’ warmth. Milia broke from Remus and gave her mouth to Sirius. The icy winter flooded over her. Remus nuzzled along her neck, covering her with tiny kisses. Sirius pulled out and rolled off of her as he broke the kiss. Their breathing slowed. A sleepy contentment drifted from Remus.

“All better?” Sirius asked, his grey eyes smiling.

“Most definitely,” she answered with a deep sigh. Closing her eyes, she snuggled against him. Remus turned to spoon against her, his head at her shoulder. She leaned over and ki the the top of his head. Then she ran a hand through his baby-fine hair, tangled her other hand into Sirius’ long, thick strands and drifted off to sleep; bathed in a wintry citrus grove.



The End


Thanks for reading and reviewing. There is a second story, non-canon, with these three characters in the works. I will post it here when it's completed. In the meantime, if you want to read it chapter by chapter, I am posting it at Immeritus.

--Sirius Star, Maryslillamb, Sherrie