Practice

Sorry I took so long to upload. New laptop and internet problems. They start getting down and dirty in the next chapters. Enjoy!



Chapter Four



‘How’s that?’ she asked a little breathlessly and he smiled.

‘Good,’ he answered, propping himself up on his elbow. ‘I like what you did with your tongue.’

She flushed and shook her head. ‘We weren’t supposed to keep doing this,’ she said, sitting up on her bed. ‘It was only supposed to be while we were learning.’

‘Well, we are still learning,’ he said, defending the last four weeks of snogging. ‘I don’t fancy you, you know.’

‘I don’t fancy you either,’ she retorted.

They were quiet for a moment then she looked at him. ‘Which thing with my tongue?’

He grinned and pushed her down onto the bed, leaning over her and kissing her with all the skills they’d mastered over the past month.



After their first session in his room, they decided not to do it again. ‘It could get a bit weird,’ she said and he agreed.

That lasted almost twenty four hours, their next make out session concentrating on open mouth kissing then Emma flicked her tongue over his lip, sending what felt like an electric shock shooting through his body. They’d spent most of their free time since shut up in one of their bedrooms, practicing. They’d gotten pretty good as well and much more confident, hands beginning to touch as well - all above the neck but exciting just the same.



‘Do that again,’ Remus mumbled against her lips and Emma stroked her tongue lightly over his.

He groaned and slid his hands into her hair. The kiss deepened and Remus found himself pressing his body closer to hers. The first time he got excited from their kisses, he’d been embarrassed and had left to go home but now he was more used to the feeling of his body hardening and had discovered how nice it felt to rub that hardness over Emma’s leg or hip. He knew she’d noticed - he’d caught her flushing once, her eye on the front of his pants, but she never stopped him, lifting her hips to meet his sometimes.

Emma cupped his face, running her hands over his jaw and feeling the beginning of a rougher texture there. Remus’ tongue explored her mouth, stroking over hers and Emma felt like she couldn’t breath. Her body was aching, wanting something more.

‘God, Em,’ Remus moaned, tearing his lips from hers, panting. ‘That’s so good.’



He pushed his face into her neck, unable to stand the delicious sensations of their lips and tongues duelling any longer without doing something forbidden. His lips brushed over her skin and it was Emma that moaned this time, her head tilting to allow him access. Hesitating only a second, he pressed his lips to her neck again then, when she shuddered, he moved. Pressing light kisses up to her jaw, he felt her arm around him tighten, trying to pull him closer. He obliged, shifting so he was lying partly over her.



‘Keep doing that,’ she whispered and he happily continued, letting his lips brush against the thin skin of her throat.

He moaned along with Emma when his tongue slipped out and experimentally licked the hollow of her throat.

‘Jeez, that’s fantastic,’ she murmured and he smiled, enjoying making her feel good. After a couple of minutes, though, he wanted to be on the receiving end of this kind of attention.



‘Can you do it to me?’ he asked, raising his head and kissing her lips.

Emma lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his throat. Remus groaned a little then rolled over onto his back.

‘Em?’ he asked and she held herself over him on her arms, and lowered her lips to his neck. She scattered kisses all over his neck and throat, her tongue tasting his skin.

‘Oh, that is fantastic,’ he muttered then drew in a sharp breath when she kissed the place where his neck and shoulder joined.



There was a knock on the door and they jumped up, Remus pulling a pillow onto his lap to try and hide the swell of the erection he knew was obvious.

‘Yeah?’ Emma called, quickly straightening her hair and wiping her mouth.

Her mother poked her head into the room. ‘Your mum wants you home, Remus,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘Something about a bedroom needing cleaning before you leave tomorrow.’

He groaned, recalling what a mess his room was. He’d be stuck there the rest of the day.

Mrs Jack left with a chuckle, leaving them looking at each other.

‘I’ve seen your room,’ Emma said with a little laugh. ‘I won’t see you until Christmas.’



He laughed and pulled his shoes on. ‘So, that’s it?’ he asked, seeing her bite her lip.

‘Guess so,’ she murmured. ‘We’ve gotten pretty good, if I say so myself.’

Remus nodded and smiled. ‘Ready for Sirius now?’ he asked and she shook her head, looking away.

‘We’ll see,’ she said, standing up and stretching. ‘See you tomorrow?’

‘Sure will,’ he said as he stood up.

He hugged her and then kissed her on the cheek. ‘Platonic only,’ he assured her.

‘That was a pretty good summer break, Lupin,’ she teased and he grinned.

‘It was alright,’ he said carelessly then chuckled when she raised her fist threateningly.

‘Thanks, Jack,’ he murmured and she nodded.

‘You too,’ she said then waved as he left.



Fourth year consisted of harder work and a few dates for each of them, allowing them to put their summer long experimenting into practice. They didn’t kiss again, but talked about their dates with each other.

‘Callum can’t kiss to save his life,’ she moaned, lying on the couch in the common room after her date with the Ravenclaw. ‘Even after the third time, he was still slobbering all over me.’

Remus grimaced as he looked at her, adjusting where her feet were laying on his lap then handed her the chocolate he’d been eating. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘I just lost my appetite.’



She chuckled and took the candy, saying, ‘If you’re eating chocolate, does that mean your date sucked as well?’

‘Yep,’ he told her, yawning. ‘She kissed alright though. Not as good as you.’

‘Shh!’ she said quickly, looking around.

‘I checked,’ he mumbled. ‘There’s no one else here. I’m going up to bed. Catching the train tomorrow.’

‘Mmm,’ she said, then made a noise of complaint when he pushed her feet off his lap. ‘Come on. You too.’

He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, walking her over to the girls dorm. He could feel her backside pressed against his groin and his body showed some interest. Backing off, he said good night quickly then lay down in bed, groaning when his cock wouldn’t behave.



Sticking his hand down the front of his pants, he stroked himself, rubbing his thumb over the tip then moving his other hand to cup his balls. He moaned in just a minute, feeling the hot, sticky sensation spread over his hand. Finding his wand, he cleaned up then sighed as he thought how it should feel more wrong to imagine his friend while he masturbated.

‘She’s hot,’ he told himself. ‘And I spent the summer snogging her. Of course I’m going to think about her sometimes. Especially after that disaster of a date. It doesn’t mean anything.’

She had gotten hot - curvier now and fuller in the chest almost overnight. Sirius had shown a lot of interest but Emma was avoiding him, not sure she was ready to deal with the insistent teenager.



They spent time together as well as with their other friends over the holidays then joined them all at James’ house for a party. Sirius winked at Remus as he pulled out the Firewhiskey and set up a game of spin the bottle. He spun first and, of course, got Emma.

‘He cursed it to do that,’ Remus mumbled to her before Sirius grabbed her and kissed her before she could say a word.

‘He is good,’ she thought as his tongue stroked over hers.

She kissed him back then went bright red when he was pulled off her by James. ‘Settle down, Sirius,’ he teased. ‘Save some for someone else.’



Remus was next and he somewhat grumpily spun the bottle, getting Mary. He sighed inwardly, knowing already that she was a lousy kisser. They continued to play then Emma got Remus.

‘Ooh,’ Sirius teased them, unaware that this wasn’t new to them.

Remus glared at him then leaned over and kissed Emma, his lips immediately recalling how to fit themselves to hers in the way they liked the most. Despite the fact it had been a year since they last did this, their mouths remembered. The other’s watched, surprised by how easily the friends came together. Sirius watched appraisingly and, when the group broke up later, he approached Remus.



‘That wasn’t the first time you two have done that,’ he said and Remus went red.

‘We kind of practiced on each other last summer,’ he admitted and Sirius grinned.

‘I knew you liked each other,’ he said but Remus shook his head.

‘We don’t. Not like that,’ he insisted. ‘It was only over the summer and it was only because we trusted each other and don’t really fancy each other.’

‘It sure looked like you liked each other in there,’ Sirius said and Remus frowned.

‘It’s really not like that,’ he said and the other boy smiled.

‘So you wouldn’t mind if I ask Emma to come up to the room with me?’ he asked.

Remus looked startled. ‘You can ask,’ he said, not very pleased.



He did ask and to Remus’ surprise, Emma disappeared with the boy. He was a bit distracted, hearing Sirius’ stories about what he and girls got up to in his bed. Half an hour later, they returned, both a little pink in the face, getting pinker when James and Peter whistled and cat called. Emma disappeared into the kitchen and Remus followed her.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked, seeing her rubbing at her face. She nodded and he felt a rush of anger towards Sirius. ‘Did he hurt you? Force you to do something?’

‘No,’ she said, lifting her head. ‘No. He…he was really sweet, actually. I was just really nervous being with him.’

She let out a long breath then said, ‘I’m going home. It’s nearly time anyway.’

He nodded, telling her he’d come as well. ‘You don’t have to…’ she began but he shrugged.

‘Like you said, James’ parents will be home soon and I don‘t really feel like spending the night here. Besides, your parents would kill me if I didn’t walk you home.’



They waved goodbye, Sirius pulling her aside for a moment before she walked out the door. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked in concern. ‘Are you sure I didn’t upset you or hurt you…?’

‘I’m sure,’ she said with a smile. ‘I’m just…not quite ready for what you want.’

‘A kiss?’ he asked and she chuckled.

‘More like what your hands were doing while you were kissing,’ she told him and he grinned.

‘Tell me when you’re ready,’ he said softly. ‘You’re a good kisser, Em. I’d like to do it again.’



He kissed her quickly on the mouth then she left with Remus. They were quiet on the way home, walking slowly.

Remus finally asked, ‘What did he want to do?’

‘I knew you were listening,’ she muttered and under the streetlight, she saw him turn red. ‘His hands wandered a bit, that’s all. He surprised me and I kind of panicked. We…we never touched like that when we were kissing. Maybe we should have - I might not have freaked out so much tonight.’

He looked at her curiously. ‘Where exactly…?’

‘Boobs,’ she answered, not bothering to wait until he’d asked.



He couldn’t help it. His eyes slid down to her chest, trying to imagine what her breast would feel like in his hand.

‘Do you want a grope too?’ she asked, raising her eyebrow when she saw where his eyes were.

He looked up and went even redder. ‘No,’ he muttered and she laughed.

‘You do so,’ she teased, poking him in the ribs. ‘Actually, it’s not a bad idea. We could do the same as we did when we practiced kissing. Except it would be a bit of groping this time.’ He shook his head and she continued. ‘How far have you gone with your dates?’



Remus stopped walking and frowned. ‘You know how far I’ve gone. I tell you everything,’ he said, starting to walk again. ‘I’ve never tried to…touch anyone like that.’

He frowned and glanced over at her, the idea of trying a bit of groping out with someone he trusted starting to appeal to him. Or was it the idea of trying out a bit of groping with Emma?

‘What sort of touching would we be practicing?’ he asked after a few minutes silence.

Emma looked over at him and bit her lip. ‘Um, well, he tried for the boobs so I guess…’

‘That’s a bit one sided isn’t it?’ he asked. ‘You’re the one getting groped.’

‘Well, I could feel you up,’ she grinned, looking at his chest. ‘You’re almost as flat as I am.’

He laughed and again, his eyes fell. ‘Not so flat anymore, Jack,’ he said, turning pink again.



She smiled and they turned onto their block, seeing the lights off in Remus’ house and hers down the street. ‘So, we are doing this again?’ he asked and she nodded.

‘I guess so,’ she agreed.

They stared at each other and then Remus said, ‘Your parent’s weren’t expecting you back tonight?’

‘Nope,’ she said, shoving her hands in her pockets. ‘I told them I’d stay at James’ or yours. I’m supposed to call them if I need a lift in the morning. They don’t worry so much if I’m with you.’ She giggled. ‘Of course, they don’t know that you’re about to start groping me.’

‘Idiot,’ he muttered, walking up the path and letting them into the house.



‘It’s so quiet,’ she mumbled, thinking any noise they made would be heard.

Remus had the same thought and stopped before he walked up the stairs. ‘I know,’ he said, taking her hand and leading her out the back yard.

He unlocked the shed he used for transformations and she walked in.

‘God, Lupin,’ she gasped softly, seeing the damaged interior. She turned to look at him in concern and saw his sad face. ‘Remus, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?’ ‘Nothing anyone can do about it,’ he muttered, sitting on the single bed his parents put in there, repairing it after he tore it apart each month. She sat down with him and took his hand.

They were quiet for a minute then Emma turned to him. ‘Would feeling my boobs up help?’



Remus laughed and looked over at her, seeing her grin. He leaned over and kissed her, letting it grow until they were falling back onto the bed, making out.

‘How do you want me to do this?’ he asked, pulling his mouth away after a while.

‘Just do it while you’re kissing me,’ she said, pulling his head back down to hers.

They got completely lost in kissing for a little while then Emma felt Remus’ hand creeping slowly over her ribs then lightly cover her breast. She pulled away and pushed him off her.

‘Hang on,’ she whispered, taking her coat off, leaving her with a thin shirt on.

‘Aren’t you cold?’ he asked and she grinned.

‘I doubt I’ll be cold long. If I am, you‘re doing it wrong,’ she teased and he laughed, pulling his own jacket off.



‘Alright,’ she said, staring at him. ‘Tell me how far Sirius has gone with girls.’

Remus looked startled. ‘Tell me you’re not imagining I’m Sirius,’ he begged and she smiled.

‘No, I’m not,’ she told him. ‘Actually, I’m not thinking a whole lot of anything when we’re doing this.’

Remus smirked and she kicked him lightly. ‘I asked because if I do go out with him I want to know exactly what his expectations might be. Don’t tell me you don’t know.’

He lay down on his back and put his hands behind his head. ‘He’s gone all the way with one of them,’ he told her and saw her mouth drop. ‘An older girl. She’d done it before and…’ He shrugged.

‘Well, I’m not doing that with him,’ she muttered, chewing at her fingernail. ‘So, he’s used to girls that go pretty far?’

Remus nodded. ‘I guess,’ he said then slapped her hand out of her mouth gently. ‘Don’t chew your nails, Jack.’

Emma frowned at him but left it out of her mouth as she lay down beside him with a sigh.



‘I should just let you screw me and get it over with,’ she said then laughed at his alarmed look. ‘Relax, Lupin. I’m not going to jump you. Not unless you want me to.’ She wriggled her eyebrows at him then rolled over onto her side, laughing. Remus shook his head at her, then put his arm over her, pulling her closer.

‘Are you going to stop talking anytime soon?’ he grumbled. ‘I want to go to bed and I’ve still got to feel you up properly. God, a best friend’s work is never done.’

Emma giggled, the sound cut off when she kissed him, letting her lips tease his in a way she knew he liked. The thinner layer between them meant they could feel each other’s bodies better and, as the kiss deepened, she slid her hand under his shirt. She felt him shiver but took it to be a good shiver. Moving her hand slowly, she flattened it and, when she got to his chest , she could feel his nipple harden under her palm. Frustrated with her position, she shifted uncomfortably.



‘Here,’ Remus whispered, grabbing her hips and pulling her over so she was lying on top of him.

‘Hold on,’ he murmured, tugging his shirt off.

She was a little surprised but looked him over. His chest had many scars and she sat up straddling him so she could see him.

‘Jesus, Em,’ he groaned as he felt her hot sex against his now very hard cock with only their jeans separating them. ‘Don’t sit like that.’

She slid off him fast and chuckled. ‘Sorry,’ she said, touching his chest.

She ran her fingers over it, brushing his nipple again. He hissed a little and she stopped.

‘No?’ she queried and he shook his head.

‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘Do it again.’



She did, several times then touched it with one finger, circling it lightly. ‘God,’ he muttered under his breath.

‘Alright?’ she asked and he nodded.

‘I want a turn,’ he said suddenly, rolling over and pulling her down next to him.

He moved so he was partially on top of her, kissing her fast and hard, incredibly turned on now. Emma was startled by his kiss but found herself responding, holding his head to hers as an ache intensify in her lower body. The feeling was a little scary but she didn‘t want to stop.

She felt his hand slide under her shirt then before she knew it, he was covering her breast. Her nipple hardened immediately and Remus made a desperate noise in his throat. Sliding a leg between hers, he pressed harder against her, hips unconsciously mimicking what he wanted to do. His thumb rubbed over her nipple and she cried out into his mouth then pushed him off her a little as she pulled off her shirt.



Remus looked down and saw a tiny scrap of pink lace wrapped around her chest. He smiled and Emma said, ‘What?’

‘Nice,’ he murmured, touching the lace lightly.

‘I can let you wear it if you like,’ she teased and he laughed before leaning over to kiss her again, his hand cupping her breast.

His thumb made a couple more passes over her nipple then he couldn’t stop himself. He slid his hand inside the cup of her bra and felt her bare breast in his hand, moaning along with Emma when he circled her nipple. Their breathing was ragged now and Remus felt like he was about to explode.



‘Uncle,’ he said, tearing his mouth off hers and sitting up when he used their code word for stop.

‘What?’ she asked, touching his shoulder but he moved away.

‘Don’t touch me,’ he said roughly. ‘Just give me a minute.’

She did and after a few breaths, he turned to look at her. ‘Sorry, Em,’ he said contritely. ‘I was just a bit…worked up.’

She frowned then comprehension hit. Her eyes lowered to the front of his pants and she tried to hide a smile.

‘You do fancy me,’ she teased and he almost growled.

‘No, I don’t,’ he muttered, pulling his shirt on. ‘You’ve just got nice boobs.’

Emma giggled then yanked her own shirt over her head as well then they made their way back to the house, slipping in quietly and going to separate rooms for the night, both of them at one point sliding their hands into their underwear and relieving the achiness there.