Fire and Water

Chapter Thirteen



“So, it didn’t happen?’ Sirius said, frowning. Remus lay back on his bed, looking at his friend who was still in his pyjamas and sitting on his bed. It was their first morning back at Hogwarts and they had slept in, having a free period first thing.



“No, IT didn’t, but we’ve…. made a start,’ Remus said with a grin. “This isn’t a casual thing, Pads,’ he said, using his bemused friends’ recently acquired nickname. “Krys is special. I care about her. I want it to be perfect. Fumbling behind trees and trying to catch moments alone without our parents is not how I want it to happen. We‘re going to take our time.”

Sirius shrugged, saying, “As long as you’re both happy.” He made to get off the bed, but Remus sat up.

“Hang on,’ he said, hurriedly. Sirius sat back down, looking at the now blushing, brown haired teenager.



Remus raised his wand, and waved it. The curtains whipped around on the rails, hiding them from view. No one else was in the room, James mysteriously absent and Peter in class, but Remus wasn’t taking any chances, casting a Silencing Spell around them too.

“This must be serious, Moony,’ said Sirius, grinning, having his suspicions about what Remus wanted to talk to him about.



Remus let out a quick breath, saying, “You said I could talk to you about, you know….things when I needed to.”

“Remus, how are you going to do it if you can’t say it,’ grinned Sirius, stretching out on his friend’s bed.

“I’m not doing it with you, I‘m better with Krys,’ Remus muttered, glaring at the dark haired boy, who laughed loudly.

“What do you want to know, Moony?’ he asked, a small smile still playing on his lips.



He sighed, looking down at his blankets, picking at them with his fingernails. “I guess I want to know what girls like. I mean, I think Krystal liked what we did do, but it was almost all above the clothes, you know. I’m not sure if there’s certain ways I should touch her or if something I do might hurt her.”

He shook his head, his face almost glowing at this point. “I just want to make her feel good.”

Sirius was silent, and Remus looked up, a little startled by the sad look he caught briefly in his friend’s eyes. But before he could say anything, it was gone, and he wasn’t certain he’d really seen it.

“Krys could probably show you better than I could ever describe it,’ Sirius said, his face serious now. “It’s different for each girl. But there are a couple of spots that you have to know about.’



The boys talked for an hour, Sirius describing how to find the spots he’d discovered, and how to use your fingers and tongue in a way that, in his now rather vast experience, made a girl willing to do almost anything for you.

“Remember Mary? How she screamed? That’s how I did it,‘ Sirius said with a grin. ‘And she’d not the only one who’s been quite vocal in their praise of my talents.‘

He lay back on the bed with a smug look on his face.



Remus however, looked a little stunned. This was a bit more complicated than he’d thought it would be. Girls bodies were obviously so much more complex than his own. But he could vividly imagine his tongue finding those spots Sirius described, and would give anything to hear Krystal screaming out his name.

He flushed even more, and tried to keep those thoughts out of his head - he was getting hard, and he’d never hear the end of it from Sirius if he noticed.



‘Seriously though, Remus. Ask Krystal. Come on,’ he said, as Remus shook his head. “She has done it? You know, let her fingers do the walking?”

Remus closed his eyes, but was unable to stop a smile crossing his face at his friend‘s words. “Yes,” he said, through gritted teeth.

“Did she tell you that? Has she been as busy as you over the last couple of weeks?’ Sirius asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“I can’t ask her to show me, can I?’ he said, ignoring the question.



“Course you can,’ Sirius replied, brightly. “And you can show her. I‘m pretty sure Krys isn’t the kind of girl who would be happy to just lie there and do nothing.”

Remus smiled, remembering Krystal‘s wandering hands one warm afternoon at the local park during the holidays.

“Well,’ said Sirius, taking his broad grin as an answer. “If you’re not quite ready for the big one, there’s plenty of warm up activities you can do that will give you a break from jerking off. You know, using fingers, and mouths, and tongues to make each other…..”



‘Yeah, ok, Sirius,’ Remus cut in, holding up his hand as if to stop the stream of words. He’d just about reached the pinnacle of embarrassment, talking to his friend like this. And, although he really did appreciate his help, he’d learnt more about Sirius’ sex life than he ever needed to know. It was starting to make him feel a bit inadequate actually.

Sirius grinned. “You’ll know, Remus. You’ll know when you do something she likes. Trust me.“

Remus looked at his friend, and smiled. “Thanks, Pads.”



Later that night, Remus felt Krystal grasp his head as he made his way down her neck, kissing all the spots he’d found over the last couple of weeks that made her moan. His hand crept under her shirt, running over her stomach and ribs before coming to rest on her bra covered breast, his fingers teasing the hard nipple that pebbled under his touch. His own groan masked hers, as her hands slipped down the back of his jeans, her fingers biting into his ass as she pulled him harder against her, her hips rising to meet him.



Remus moved, trying to get nearer, parting her legs with his, and sliding his own between them. Krystal obligingly bent her knees, bringing her legs up to wrap around his, trying to drag him closer as her hands ran up his back under his shirt, making him shiver. His fingers tugged at her bra, pulling it down so he could touch her bare breast, pushing his body harder against hers when she let out a gasp.



He could feel her heat now, against his groin, and the friction of their unconscious movements were quickly bringing him closer to the edge. He ran a hand down her body, moving to her thigh, rubbing it through her jeans. Krystal’s hands ran around to his chest, and he moaned when her fingers brushed his nipples. He copied her motion with his own fingers, feeling her nipple harden further and biting gently at her neck when she cried out. Hearing their now ragged breathing made him realise how far things were going, and he pulled back, smiling a little at her frustrated growl.



“Time to call a halt to proceedings, I‘m afraid,’ he said, hearing a soft groan from her as he moved against her.

‘Do we have to?’ she complained. “Do you know how close you’ve got me?” Remus felt his body tense, and knew he wasn’t that far from the end himself. Maybe it was a good time to try Sirius’ suggestion.



“Krys, could I help you? I mean,’ he tried to explain himself as she looked up at him startled. “If you wanted to, you could show me what to do to make you…,um, to show me what you like.”

Her face was unreadable as she stared at him for several seconds.

“Or that could have been a horrible idea and you should forget I ever suggested it,’ he said, quickly, but she reached out and touched him on the shoulder.



“Really?’ she asked, her expression cautious.

Remus felt hopeful and he said, “We could try, if you wanted. I know it might be a bit embarrassing but……”

“No,’ Krystal said, her face changing as she spoke. “I think it’s a fantastic idea. But only if you show me what you like as well.”

Remus grinned. “Oh, I think I could do that,” he said, leaning down to kiss her, letting it deepen until their hips began to move again. “You first,’ he said, looking down at her.



She smiled, a little nervously. She made sure the Silencing Spell was working, and sealed the curtains, making it impossible for anyone to get through. Climbing under the covers, she lifted her hips, pulling her jeans and underwear off. Remus’ throat felt dry when he saw her throw her pants on the floor, and he swallowed hard. She slipped her shirt off as well, then undid her bra. He had a tiny glimpse of her breasts before she pulled the covers up and looked at him anxiously.



“I’m not skinny like Lily,’ she said, suddenly feeling insecure about her curves, comparing them to her friend’s thinner frame. Remus smiled a little incredulously.

“Krys, are you kidding? You make me so hot, I think I might explode,’ he said. “I’ve seen you in a bikini that should have been illegal. You‘re gorgeous.”

She smiled, feeling more confident. She took his hands.



“Go slow, ok. Just touch me gently at first,’ she directed, moving one of his hands to her bare breast under the sheets. Remus felt his heart speed up as he felt the soft flesh under his hand. He shifted it slightly and heard her small intake of breath as his palm brushed over her nipple, doing it again, deliberately this time, and feeling her push her breast further into his hand. Seeing the need in her eyes, he grasped the sheet and pulled it down past her chest. He let his eyes travel over her, not even trying to hide his desire.



Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and as he reached out to touch her, he could feel her heart beating fast. Using his fingertips, he circled her breast, starting at the outside, moving closer to the tip each time. He could tell she liked this; she was arching up towards him, biting her lip as she watched him. He flicked her nipple gently with his finger, stroking it gently, watching it harden further. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, as her head tipped back. He continued to tease her breasts, until she became impatient, halting his hands and moving them down to her hips.

“Just touch me,’ she said desperately, when he asked what she wanted him to do.



Remus pulled the sheet down further, so her whole body was exposed to his view. He drew in a shaky breath as his eyes devoured her, then looked up to see her staring at him, her uncertainty returning. He leaned over and kissed her bruisingly , not bothering to restrain himself as he felt lust surge through him.



“You are so fucking hot,’ he groaned into her mouth, his voice rough. He felt her relax and let his hands wander across her rib cage and stomach, moving to stroke her hips then her thighs; parting her legs when he felt her lifting up to him. She moved her legs apart and he shifted so he could kiss her again, as he let his hand brush up against her.



Krystal gasped against his mouth, and her hips shot up off the bed.

‘God,’ he moaned into her lips as he felt an answering surge in his own hips.

He brushed over her again, firmer this time and felt her damp heat. His own excitement rising to almost unbearable heights now, he moved so his lips were near her ear.

“Show me,’ he demanded.



Krystal didn’t hesitate, so close to the end that she’d lost all inhibitions. She parted her legs further, and took his hand. She showed him where to touch her, Remus nearly losing all control, when she helped him run his fingers over her. Her moans were regular now and becoming louder, as she removed her hands and let him take over.



Intoxicated by her scent and wanting to see, he moved down between her legs to watch as his fingers teased her. Glancing up, he saw Krystal’s eyes close as he slid his fingers into her wet heat. He ran his thumb over the spot she’d shown him and her moan turned into a cry, her movements becoming frantic as he continued to work his thumb over the hardening bump. Unable to stop himself, he leant over her and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently.



Her eyes flew open, and he saw that they had turned a light blue, nearly silver as she got closer to her release. He lightly sucked again, flicking at her nipple with his tongue, and felt her body tense. Her body began to shudder, her breathing was fast and uncontrolled, and she cried out loudly, her hips leaving the bed. Remus felt her tighten around his fingers and felt the spasms rock her body. He continued to stroke her until he felt her body relax again, and she slapped his hand away with a laugh.



“You’ll kill me if you keep that up now,’ she gasped, trying to control her breathing. “I’m a bit sensitive for a while after.”

He moved up next to her, and kissed her hard. He was throbbing, and every touch over his groin almost hurt, but he wanted to give her enough time to recover, and he wanted to know how he’d done.

She grinned, her breathing nearly back to normal as she said, “You did good, babe!”



Remus looked startled, then realised she’d read his mind.

“Sorry,’ she smiled. “But I couldn’t keep the block up.” She giggled at the superior look on his face, and stretched, making his body twitch. He ran his hand down her side till it rested on her hip.

‘How did you get this?’ he asked, tracing the V shaped scar there with his finger, feeling her shiver a little.

‘Climbing over a fence one day when I was nine. Tore right through my jeans. Hurt like hell,’ she answered, her hips lifting as his hand moved over her belly. She took his wandering hand and kissed it.



Her face turned serious and her other hand raised to his face.

“Thank you, Remus. That was incredible. It’s never been that good before.” He smiled, feeling quite self-satisfied.

“Really?’ he asked, unable to stop his smile broadening when she nodded. She whacked him on the chest lightly, laughing at his smug look.

”Don’t get a swollen head,’ she said, then blushed as he laughed and quipped, “Too late,’ looking down at himself.

“So,’ she said, pulling the sheets up over her rapidly cooling body. “Your turn?”



He grinned, but tried to force it down. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you…” She laughed and pushed him over onto his back.

“Strip, Remus,’ she demanded playfully, rolling onto her side. Remus reached beneath the sheets and hurriedly undid his pants and yanked them and his underwear down, feeling better now the constrictions were gone. She tugged his shirt, as if reminding him, and he pulled it off. She propped her head up on her elbow, her eyes running over his bare chest, sliding down to the patch of hair that ran from his stomach down until it disappeared under the covers. As she looked, she could see the outline of his erection under the thin sheet, tenting it a little.



Looking back up at him, she smiled, turning onto her stomach and sliding up to kiss him. He responded, sliding his arm under her and pulling her so her upper body was pressing onto his. Krystal heard him make a strangled sound when her breasts brushed his chest. She moved her mouth down to his neck, kissing along his shoulders, paying attention to each and every scar. When she got to his nipple, she copied his previous motion, flicking at it with her tongue until he grasped her hair. She bit him lightly then, and heard him gasp loudly, his hips moving.



Feeling turned on again herself, she moved her hands to his stomach, circling his belly button with a finger.

“Tell me what to do,’ she whispered, into his throat, her tongue licking the hollow of his neck, hearing him gasp.

Remus took her hand and begged, “Touch me, Krys. Please?” He pushed her hand so it was low on his stomach, looking at her, his deep blue eyes looking black with need. Krystal removed the sheet, and swore under her breath at the sight of him.



“Shit,’ she mumbled. She’d teased him months ago about his use of the word ‘massive’ when describing his erection, but it seems that wasn’t too much of an exaggeration. Even with her limited experience, she knew he was very well built. She felt an ache begin again between her legs, as she reached out to stroke a finger down his shaft. His hips jumped, and he pressed his lips together to stop a curse escaping.



Her confidence bolstered by his reaction, she grew bolder, allowing her hands to wander over his lap. She ran her finger over the tip of him, smiling a little. ‘What?’ he groaned.

Her smile broadened, surprise in her voice when she said, ‘You’re soft.’

Remus looked a little insulted. ‘Have you had a good look…?’ he began, but she laughed.

‘Sorry, I think I meant smooth,’ she said, running her fingers gently down him. ’I wasn’t expecting that.’

He drew in a sharp breath as her fingers teased him. ‘You can touch me harder,’ he said, then bit his lip when she did.



After giving her a minute to explore, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Krys,’ he pleaded, his own hand moving to stroke himself. She stopped his movements, replacing his hand with her own.

“Show me how you like it,’ she said, sitting up and straddling his leg. She was still naked, and Remus could feel how hot and wet she was between her legs. It was like his wildest fantasy come true and wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her. But, her hand felt so good on him and he was so close, and as he wrapped his over hers to show her how to move it, he closed his eyes, forgetting everything except the feel of her touching him.



His hand dropped, leaving her to finish him, which wasn’t going to take long.

“Faster, honey,’ he breathed, panting as he felt her hand speed up.

He opened his eyes and saw her watching her hand as it moved on him. He let out a loud groan, and felt his balls tighten when her hand brushed over them. Losing control, he thrust his hips up hard against her hand, throwing his head back as he felt his orgasm shake his body. He cried out, shaking and clutching the sheets under him.



Krystal was lying on her side next to him when he opened his eyes, grinning at him as she leaned over and kissed him quickly. He reached for his wand, realising her hand was still wrapped around him, splattered with his fluid.

Pointing it, he cast a cleansing spell. “You can let go now,’ he told her, and she giggled, but released him. She looked at him, a grin on her face, and he closed his eyes for a moment, incredibly happy but also a bit overwhelmed.

“You ok?’ she asked, concerned. He nodded, not trusting his voice, and cleared his throat. Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at her. She could see his shining eyes, and understood.



She fumbled for his hand and squeezed it. “If this is what masturbation does, actual sex may just kill us,’ she quipped, glad when he laughed.

“So it was alright then?’ she asked.

“Well,’ he said, giving a shrug. ‘It was your first time, I’m sure you’ll get better…’ His words were muffled by the pillow she hit him over the head with.



Laughing, he wrestled it off her, and hit her with it, before tossing it to the end of the bed. He rolled, grabbing her as he did, stopping when she was under him. He kissed her, softly and gently, his hands moving to slide into her hair.

“You have no idea how many times I have fantasised about you doing that very thing to me,’ he said, brushing his lips over her cheek. “That was so much better than anything I have ever have imagined, Krys. Thank you.”

They kissed again, and snuggled into each other, forgetting where they were as they drifted off to sleep holding each other.



Remus was woken in the morning by Sirius urgently shaking him. “Moony!”

“What?’ he said groggily, struggling to sit up.

“McGonagall’s coming! She’d doing a room check,’ he whispered urgently. He looked closer at them.

’Shit! Are you both naked?’ He threw James’ Invisibility Cloak at him, and bent, picking up Krystal’s clothes and handing them to him.

“Get Krys out of here,’ Sirius hissed. Krystal was sitting up now, rubbing her eyes and clutching the sheet to her chest. “Hurry, James is trying to stall her.”

He closed the curtains and Remus jumped up, handing Krystal her clothes.

“Shit,’ he said, pulling on his pants quickly, as Krystal slipped her shirt on, standing to pull on her jeans. Remus found his shirt and pulled it over his head, seeing Krystal shove her bra and knickers into her jeans pocket.



Moving around the bed, he threw the Invisibility Cloak around her shoulders. He opened the curtains around his bed, just as he saw Professor McGonagall enter the room, closely followed by a flustered James and a frowning Sirius.

“Morning Professor,’ Remus said, hoping Krystal was hidden properly.

“Mr Lupin? Sleeping in this morning?” Her eyes moved to his rumpled bed, and Remus saw James’ eyes widen as he looked at the ground near Remus’ feet.



The teacher went to look at the other beds and the bathroom, and Remus quickly looked down, shoving Krystal’s shoes under his bed with his foot. Sirius was grinning now, and James began to relax.



“Everything alright Professor?’ said Remus, looking at the older woman.

“That bathroom needs tidying, boys,’ she said, looking up at the ceiling for cobwebs. Remus nodded, slightly distracted by James and Sirius, who were now turning to look behind them, James slapping surreptitiously at the air, Sirius fidgeting, trying hard to stop a laugh escaping him.

“Don’t‘ forget there is a prefect meeting this evening, Mr Lupin,’ Professor McGonagall said. She spun around and left the room.



James shut the door after her and Sirius burst out laughing.

“Come out, come out!’ he called. Krystal appeared behind him, and laughed. James shook his head, smiling.

“That was close, guys. You’re going to have to be more careful,’ he said, getting his books from his bed.

“And you a prefect, Remus. It‘s just disgraceful,’ Sirius said, his grave words losing their effect when Remus saw the grin on his face.



“Isn‘t it?’ said Krystal, not looking in the least bit worried, as she walked back over to Remus. “You’re setting such a bad example, Remus. You deserve to be severely punished.“

She said the last words against his lips, a promise in her tone. She was smiling, and he couldn‘t stop his grin.

“Alright, you two. You‘re going to make me sick,’ Sirius said, watching them with a strange expression on his face.



They laughed and Krystal gave Remus a quick kiss, shoving something into the front pocket of his jeans. “I’d better go.’ she said, with a grin. She covered herself with the cloak.

“I’ll return this later,’ she called to James, who waved at her as she left the room.

As soon as she’d left, Sirius and James rounded on Remus.



“Well,’ demanded James. “Did you or did you not have sex?“

Remus grinned. “We didn’t,’ he said, happily.

James looked bemused. “Why do you look so happy then?’ he asked, as Sirius smiled. “It’s just such a beautiful day,’ Remus answered, laughing at James’ face.



He saw Sirius watching him, and winked. “You were right, Pads. I knew.”

His friend laughed, and James shook his head. “I don’t have a clue what you two are on about half the time.”

They laughed again, and Remus turned back to his bed to make it, reaching into his pocket to see what Krystal had left. He grinned when he pulled out her pink lacy knickers, and shaking his head, put them in his top drawer.