Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire

Chapter Thirteen
Temptation

Jasmine giggled all the way home, having a one sided conversation with her dog about Sirius Black, good wine, her lack of love life and lesbians. More than once, she tripped over her own feet, or miss-stepped, causing her heels to wobble. He was embarrassed at the way she kept going on about how handsome and sexy he was and just how wonderful he looked on his bike. He sighed. He missed that bike; the women were right, he really loved that bike. Maybe when he didn’t have four feet and an arrest warrant, he’d go get it from Hagrid. She kept babbling about everything from the texture of his fur – divine!, to the light from the moon – so bright! He was amused, as only a man besotted can be when his woman gets just a little bit silly. His woman – that sounded so good. Jasmine was his woman, she didn’t know it, but she belonged to him.

The hawthorns let them enter the house and Jasmine giggled as she set the wards for the night before collapsing on the couch. She tugged him close to rub his ears, murmuring about how she’d missed him when he’d been pouting and she was glad he came along with her, even if he hadn’t had all that much fun. The idea of a dog having fun in a pub seemed terribly funny and she laughed until she wobbled onto the floor, hugging him.

Once she’d calmed down, he licked her cheek once and she resumed cuddling. He watched emotions and thoughts play over her face as she told him what a wonderful dog he was and that she’d never felt so close to a pet before.

“Oh, Sirius, if you were a man, I’d probably be madly in love with you,” she sighed. He nuzzled her cheek in response; she giggled. “I wonder if I remember enough of my transfigurations lessons to turn you human?” That thought, too, sent her into giggles, but these were soft and sweet. She rested her cheek on his shoulder as he sat next to her, slowly rubbing his back. The looked at each other quietly for a long time and she commented about how lovely his eyes were, as if she’d only just noticed. In the warmth of the fire and the pleasure of running her fingers through Sirius’s fur, Jasmine’s eyes drooped. She was definitely a sweet, cuddly, sexy drunk.

He adored her. Still looking into his eyes, hers closed, soon she was breathing deeply. His own breathing was shallow; he didn’t want to move for fear of rousing her.

Ten minutes later, she was still snuggled into him, her fingers were still moving through his fur, in a half sleeping state that made everything in her world of right here and right now, lovely and slow and sensual. She wiggled slowly to lie on the floor, looking up at the big black dog and patted the floor next to her. He stared down at her, his wise eyes smiling gently at her before he folded down, resting his head in the curve of her arm.

She whispered sleepily to him, “Now, to turn you into a man, what was that spell that Arielle taught me? Ah yes…” With one finger, she touched the top of his head, the smooth fur between his eyes and the end of his cold nose, “Bibbity, bobbity, boo.” Jasmine chuckled to herself and let her eyes drift closed again.

The spell worked, of course, she hadn’t done it. Sirius lay on his side, head propped on one hand, gazing down at her. Her eyes sleepily blinked open, unfocused, her mind fuzzy. She gazed up into the eyes she had just seen, eyes the deep gray of an oncoming rainstorm, and familiar. It didn’t register that they weren’t framed by black fur. She knew his eyes.

“There you are, Sirius, look what a little magic can do,” she murmured, still in a half dream. She lifted one small hand to stroke his cheek – his beard was thick and soft, though not as soft as his fur normally was. Long, black hair framed his face and his small smile was indulgent.

“Yes, Jasmine, it’s all magic, from the wine, just for tonight. I’ll be your dog again when you wake up,” he whispered. His seldom-used voice was a sexy growl to her.

“Have I told you just how beautiful your eyes are, Sirius?”

“Yes, Jasmine, a few times tonight. I think yours are beautiful, too. Now it’s time for you to go upstairs, you can’t sleep here on the floor like me,” he said, moving to kneel beside her.

“I hate it when you sleep down here on the floor, Sirius. I like it when you sleep upstairs with me,” the words were petulant. He chuckled.

“I know, but it’s for your own good, my pretty, drunk girl. Up you go.” He stood and lifted her into his arms.

She snuggled into his chest, “You think I’m pretty?”

He nodded.

“You’re taking me to bed?” The idea of her dog carrying her to bed made her giggle again. “Isn’t there a name for that?”

He laughed again, it was quiet but full of enjoyment of her, “Yes, but civilized people don’t talk about things like that.” He slowly mounted the stairs, cradling her close.

She nuzzled his neck, “But you’re not a civilized person, are you, Sirius, you’re a dog,” The logic was impeccable to her, even though he didn’t seem to be a dog now. She looked into his eyes – Sirius’s eyes. Sirius was a dog, this must be Sirius – and thus, he was a dog. The fact that he was carrying her upstairs didn’t phase her one bit.

He stared into her eyes and murmured, “Yes, Jasmine, I’m your dog.” He turned into her bedroom.

“You’re certainly a handsome dog or a handsome man. I did wonder what you’d look like if you were human.” He just smiled and set her on her feet. She wobbled. He held her upright. She giggled. He fell more in love.

“Will you kiss me, Sirius?” The question sounded so innocent, in her sexy – drunk voice.

“No, Jasmine, I’ve done enough damage tonight without making it worse,” his voice shook. He tried to lighten the mood, “Besides, you haven’t had me doctored yet, so first you kiss me, then I’ll start humping your leg, then the next thing you know, there will be a story in the Daily Prophet,” his hands framed an invisible headline, “Jasmine Swan, famous clothing designer into bestiality.” He tried to laugh it off. She laughed, it was one of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard. He swallowed hard.

“But what if I want you to kiss me?”

“Jasmine, you need to get to bed.”

“Will you sleep up here with me?” The words were slurred.

He groaned, “No, Jasmine, the last time… no.” Her eyes filled with tears, he floundered. “No, no, please don’t cry, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t cry!”

“Will you sleep up here with me? I miss you when you don’t” she begged, it was almost a pout.

He was defeated, “Yes, I’ll sleep up here with you. I’ll turn into a dog again as soon as you climb into bed.”

“Alright,” the tone was serene as she walked to the bed, preparing to climb in.

“No, Jasmine, you need to put on your nightgown,” He opened a drawer and tugged one out, holding it out to her. “I’ll go and take myself for a walk while you change clothes.”

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was still wearing boots, a skirt, bodice and blouse and all of her makeup was still on. “Oh, right, nightgown.” She sounded confused but took it.

He left the room and went down the stairs and into the bathroom. He may as well wash up, since she already knew he was human. Well, sort of. Sirius doubted that she’d remember much of anything on the morrow. He rubbed his hands over his face in disbelief about the events of this evening. He used the toilet, washed his hands and face, and brushed his teeth. For a moment, he contemplated trimming his hair and beard but decided on a fast shower first- he wanted to give her enough time to get into her nightgown and into bed. Quickly he was out of the water, dried off and redressed in the shabby robes. He stepped out of the washroom and heard her soft voice calling for him.

Sirius re-entered her bedroom to see her standing, still clothed but plucking at the laces of her bodice, “I can’t get it off,” she sounded confused.

“Er… how did you get it on?”

“Oh! I know, my wand! I laced it with my wand!” She reached into the pocket of her leather skirt and tugged out the wand. She waved it enthusiastically. All of the candles in the bedroom flared dramatically.

“No! Hang on, I’ll take that,” he snatched the wand from her grasp and set it carefully on the dressing table. “I’ll help you with the laces.”

“You’re a good dog, Sirius.” She smiled.

He muttered something under his breath and unlaced the tapestry bodice. She petted his shoulder as his fingers nimbly released the confinement. Once it was shimmied out of, he hung it up. She stood still.

He gritted his teeth and knelt in front of her. She wobbled at the sudden movement and grabbed onto his hair. Sirius winced. “You’re hair is wet,” she announced profoundly.

“I took a shower,” he explained shortly while unzipping and removing her boots. She even had pretty feet. He stood to avoid the very doglike temptation to kiss them.

“A dog that walks himself and gives himself a bath? Wow, I’m so lucky.”

Without thinking twice, she hugged him, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her. Her ear was pressed to his chest and she heard his heart thumping quickly. She dropped a kiss over it and he tightened his arms around her. His fingers buried into her hair.

“Sirius, will you kiss me, please?”

He swallowed. She was asking too much. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more. She reached up and scratched behind his ears. Looking into her eyes, he leaned over and, with the very tip of his tongue, licked a small line over her jaw.

Her eyes closed in contentment and she stroked his beard. “You’re such a good dog, Sirius.” Her eyes struggled to focus on him.

“You have no idea,” He muttered. “Into your nightgown and into bed, Jasmine. It’s late.” She spread her arms out wide. He looked harassed as he unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He ignored it. Trying not to look at her breasts being revealed, he unbuttoned her shirt. As it opened under his fingers, he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He didn’t know if that was good or not. She shimmied her shoulders and the blouse fell to the floor. Jasmine stood before him, nude except for a tiny pair of white satin panties.

He stared hungrily. She watched him with the smile of a woman naked with a man who wants her desperately and whose inhibitions are gone. She slowly pirouetted, arms out. “Do you think I’m pretty, Sirius?” She knew from his face what the answer was, just as he knew that the question was an invitation.

He ground out in his rusty voice, “You know that I do, Jasmine.”

“Do you want to kiss me?” The invitation was much clearer now. Licking her lips, she took a step closer.

“Yes, but I’m not going to. Put your nightgown on and get into bed.” He transformed into the dog and sat, looking at the rug where a lady was petting a unicorn.

With a mock pout, she said “Bad doggie, that’s cheating. Do I have to use my magic to turn you into a man again so you’ll kiss me?” He looked at her then licked a trail over her bare stomach. She giggled. He hoped that she would be satisfied with that kiss and go to sleep.

She sank to the rug, hugging him. Jasmine, heedless of state of her undress and the precarious hold that she had on reality, stroked Sirius’s soft black fur and snuggled her tiny body close to him. He closed his eyes and wished he hadn’t made the promise to stay with her.

She settled into contentment, there on the enchanted rug with him, relishing the feel of fur on her skin and the warmth of his body. His breath caressed her bare shoulder. Jasmine turned to stroke his back and her breasts pressed into his chest. He whimpered. Her fingers rubbed and scratched everything that she could reach. The silken fur inspired more caressing, she moved her shoulders and arched her back against him, her breasts rubbed over him as her eyes closed. She couldn’t stop touching him, the soft fur was an addiction. He couldn’t pull away from her – he wouldn’t pull away from her.

She whispered again, “bibbity bobbity boo… please make love with me, Sirius.” Stroking her cheek over his furred muzzle, she begged, “Please, I know you can, I saw… I saw a man, please come back. Please make love with me.”

Jasmine sat back then knelt in front of him, her shoulder back, forcing her lush breasts to thrust forward. Sirius looked at her, his eyes tortured. She parted her thighs in invitation. He dipped his head down just a little, inhaling the scent of her desire. She tilted her head to the side and looked at his belly. His long pink-red penis poked through dense fur. Mesmerized, she reached for it.

Quickly he transformed again, into the kneeling man, and manacled her wrist with his fingers as it neared his lap. He growled, “Jasmine, stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“Yes, I do, Sirius, I want to make love with you.” With her free hand, she fumbled at the buttons of his robes, undoing several of them before he stopped her.

“Please, Jas…”

She lowered her lashes, “Don’t you want to make love to me, Sirius?” Twisting her hand out of his grip, she turned her back to him, still kneeling. She raised her face to the ceiling and shook out her hair; he was entranced. She swished it over her shoulder, baring her back. Eyes hot, he visually traced the line of her spine down to the curve of her bottom, still in the white panties. Her bottom lifted as she moved to rest weight on her hands. He panted. When she bent at the elbows, her bottom lifted more and her thighs parted again, revealing how damp her panties were.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled bewitchingly. “Isn’t this how dogs do it?” she purred.

He clenched his jaw and clasped his hands together. He said tightly, “Dogs don’t wear panties, Jasmine.”

With a small moue of displeasure, she said, “You’re right of course… and you would know, wouldn’t you?” She crawled to the bureau and grabbed her wand, then returned to where she had been. Tossing the wand to him, she commanded, “Take them off of me.”

“No.”

Looking into his eyes, she simply said, “Yes.”

“Jasmine, please…”

Looking over her shoulder, she whispered, “I want you, Sirius.” His eyes flared and with a helpless wave of her wand, the panties were gone. His breath came in rasping heaves and he tossed the wand to the side with a clatter.

He tried once again, desperately, “You’re drunk, Jasmine. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Almost inaudibly, she said, “Take me.”

He groaned, losing the battle, watching her face.

She mouthed the words, “Fuck me.”

He reached for her.