Moonlight

5. Wolf-eyes


Milia stared out her bedroom window at the setting sun. The moon had grown to half-full and was riding high in the sky. Her beast roiled.

Another meeting was going on downstairs and she had been confined to quarters. With the moon adding to her power, she could hear every voice, if not the words. Men and women planned and argued. Their fear engulfed the ground floor, wafting upwards and tickling her nose. Broccoli, beef, potatoes and alcohol danced through their emotions, lingering in the room.

Sirius had promised to send them away early. He had promised not to drink. It had been two weeks since she had come here. Two weeks since the last meeting. Two weeks of laughing with Sirius while they cleaned the house or talked of happier times. Two weeks of odd games to chase away boredom. Two weeks of soft touches and passion-filled kisses.

Her dreams followed her through the day, taunting her when she sat watching Sirius. But she knew she wasn’t alone. Sirius’ own need burned through him. Every time they touched it flared. As the moon increased in power, her beast responded more strongly to that flare.

The sun set. Darkness rolled across the city and into her room. Milia turned her attention back to the voices. They were leaving! A smile curled her lips. He was sending them away. Soon they would be alone again. She crossed to her door. Cracking it, she listened to the last of the whispered good-byes. Then a lone set of footsteps ascended the stairs. Sirius walked towards her, deep in thought.

He wore a crisp set of crimson robes, the color glowing like spilt blood in the moonlight. He bit his lip, a concerned look on his face. Sirius stopped at the door. He smiled down at her. “Can I come in?” he asked.

She smiled. “Maybe, if you have the correct fare.” Sirius returned the smile. He bent over her, placing a kiss on her cheek, breathing out. She took in his scent. She tasted his dinner, lingering upon his breath. Cinnamon and ice and sun engulfed her. That last one was new. A happy, sunny warmth had blossomed within him over the last week. Best of all, no alcohol.

“You kept your promises,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his narrow waist.

“Always,” he draped his own arms around her and spun them into the room. Sirius kissed her softly on the lips. She took in the wintry taste of him at her mouth, his skin smelling of a chill January morning.

“And did you talk to Dumbledore?” Milia asked, pulling away from the kiss. The worried look returned to his face. Fear crept from him.

“I told him that you are very worried about being in London for the full moon. He thinks it will be too dangerous for you to leave Grimmauld Place. Which is his answer for everything.” Anger tingled along her arms, across her chest.

“But--”

“He suggested the root cellar and a dose of the potion my other friend takes.” She pulled away from him.

“Root cellars and potions! No! Absolutely not! I can’t be locked away, alone! I’m a wolf! A pack animal! I need companions!”

“You’ll have m--”

“You?! On the night of the full moon?!”

“Let me finish!” he raged at her. “We’ll have my friend spend the night with you.”

“Your friend the werewolf?”

“Yes. Remus Lupin is his name.” She laughed at him.

“That’s his name is it?”

“Are you saying it’s not?”

She shrugged. “It could be. But both of those names are known werewolf aliases.”

“And is your name an alias?” he asked, his face growing hard. Anger built up in the air between them.

“No, Sirius. My name is Milia.” She returned to him, laying her head against his chest, pulling him close. Tension sang through his narrow frame. She breathed slowly, waiting for his anger to dissipate. He sighed and hugged her back.

“Oh, Milia. I know it’s not what you wanted to hear. But Remus is a good friend. It will be okay.”

“Have him come before the full moon. Have him here at least by the day before. And he should stay until the night after too. At least three days and three nights total,” she instructed.

“Alright.” He kissed the top of her head. I’m alone! Locked away in the city! If they won’t let me out for the full moon, they won’t ever let me leave! The fields, the streams, the woods, all of it was gone! A root cellar and a drug! Her beast shifted, called by her anger, sadness and frustration. Her heart quickened, she squeezed Sirius tight. He pulled away a little, “Milia?” An edge of fear clung to him.

Her beast scented the fear. Take him, it breathed. It rose up, pressing against her skin, scenting the human in her arms. He tried to pull away. Heat flared across her. She rubbed her face against the silken robes. His need engulfed her, drowning her. Her breath caught in her throat. “Kiss me,” she whispered, looking up.

He moved his hands to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly. She opened her mouth, taking in his lower lip. She bit lightly into him. A small whimper escaped him, tickling past her lips. His hands fell to her back, pressing her against himself.

His tongue probed her, eagerly exploring. He had grown hard beneath the silken robes. She moved her hips against him. His breath came quickly; he whimpered again. Her beast flashed forward, drawn by his helpless noises. Milia pulled away from his mouth. She burrowed into his neck, kissing along his jawbone, just below his ear. His hair fell like a curtain around her. She pulled back her lips, nibbling his skin, biting deep into him. His pulse fluttered between her teeth.

Sirius caught his breath, “Milia,” he whispered. “You’re hurting,” he grabbed her hair and pulled; not hard enough to yank her from his neck, but maybe enough to get her attention. Milia released him. He pulled her face away.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Sirius studied her. “It’s your beast, right?” he asked.

“Whimper for me, again.” She pressed against him, working her hips. He caught his breath as she rubbed against him. “Please, Sirius.” She dropped a hand to his groin. He released her hair and took her eager hand from himself. Milia reached for his throat with her mouth again. Tongue and teeth exploring along the collar of his robes, “Whimper again,” she begged.

“Milia, wait. Your beast is hurting me.” He groaned as she sank her teeth into his neck again. Blood seeped onto her tongue. She whimpered herself, sinking her teeth deeper.

“OW!” Sirius shoved her away, clamping a hand to the wound on his neck. Milia stumbled away, turning from him. He backed away from her as she ran to the window. Breathing hard, she leaned her forehead against the cold glass.

“Look at my eyes,” she whispered. Sirius came to stand behind her. The reflection in the window had golden wolf-eyes. Milia turned to look at Sirius. “Oh Goddess. I’ve hurt you.” Tears couldn’t fall from her golden eyes but she felt them well up in her throat.

“It’s okay,’ he said, reaching for her.

“Look at my eyes!” She screamed, fending off his hands. “It’s not okay. I’ve bled you!”

“I’ve seen eyes bled to wolf before. My best friend’s a werewolf. I’ve held him after the change. I’ve held him ng tng the change! I’m not afraid of your beast. Control it. And we can pick up where we left off. Just tell me when you need a breather.” He smiled, reaching for her again.

She let him take her, “We shouldn’t do this. Not now, while the moon calls to me.”

He chuckled darkly, “There’s something you should know about me,” he took her into his arms, pulled her close. “I’m really good at doing things I shouldn’t.” He kissed her slowly, deliberately.

“Any advice?” he asked, breaking away from her lips. He rubbed his face against her cheek, taking her earlobe into his mouth.

“Don’t make prey noises,” Milia breathed. She was back at the wound she’d made in his neck. The blood had stopped but her beast reared again at the scent. She remembered the coppery taste of his blood in her mouth. “Change sides; keep me away from your wound.” Sirius obeyed, tilting her head to the other side. He nibbled his way down to her collar bone. She closed her eyes, feeling his even teeth on her skin. Thought escaped her for a moment. His tongue and lips worked back up to her mouth.

“Is that all?” he breathed, licking at her mouth, waiting for entrance.

“Keep me submissive.”

“What?” he pulled away to look at her.

“Lead me. Keep me beneath you, doing what you want.”

“And what is it you want?” he asked, his strong hands kneading her back, holding her close. She studied him carefully.

“I want to run free in the moonlight."

He chuckled, “But what about tonight? What do you want of me?”

Her dreams flashed through her mind. She buried her face in his neck. “I want your hands on me, your mouth on me. I want to breath you in, taste you in my mouth. I want you inside me,” she whispered against his skin. “And you?”

He suddenly crushed her to him. He was hard beneath the robes. ‘Again’ or ‘still’ she didn’t know. “I want to live again,” he hissed. His voice choked on his words. “I want to make love to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in years. I want to have my way with a werewolf, riding your beast for my pleasure.” He bent forward, his hands traveling down to the hem of her blue t-shirt. He pulled it off over her head, baring her breasts.

A small sob escaped him. “No prey noises,” she whispered, closing on him. She reached up and pulled him lower. Taking the hint, he kissed the top mound of each breast. She ran her hands along his scalp, through his hair, over his neck and along the edges of his robe.

Open-mouthed kisses fell upon her left breast. As he moved lower towards the nipple, his teeth grazed her. She let out a low moan as he latched onto the nipple and started sucking. Her body tightened. Waves of pleasure tingled towards her toes. Breathing fast, she tried again to find the clasp for Sirius’ robe.

He moved to the other nipple, biting down on it. She let out another moan as he pinned the nipple softly between his teeth. He played with it, rolling it with his tongue. Milia’s breath came in soft pants. She moved against his hardness. More waves of pleasure grew around the point where they touched; another sob broke from her.

She tapped Sirius sharply on the head. He pulled away from her breasts, a knowing light in his eyes. “I can’t figure out your robe,” she said.

He chuckled. “Are we back to the torture phase of our relationship? I could be satisfied quite easily with what we’ve done tonight.”

Panic flooded her system. “No,” she breathed, “I need you! If you won’t let me touch you, then at least touch me.” She grabbed his hand, leading it between her thighs. He tickled over her shorts, pulling another sob of need from her. With a smile, he moved his hand up and into her shorts, finding the lace of her panties, exploring over them. His fingers rubbed along the wet silk. Milia moved against his fingers, wanting more. He moved again, his fingers moving to the silk within her panties.

Milia’s breath caught, her hips stopped writhing. She closed her eyes and grabbed Sirius’ forearm. His finger entered her slowly. She cried out, spreading her legs, her knees threatening to collapse. He moved in and out, the pressure slow and hard at first, then quickening. Another cry broke from her, her breath coming in fast, hot, pants. She rose up on her toes, “Sirius,” she moaned. The pleasure built around his hand, his finger.

“Shall I finish you?” he whispered, his own breath hot against her skin.

“No, please. I want this,” she reached for him. He drew in a great breath as she grabbed him through his robes. She rubbed along his length, the silken cloth an inadequate substitute for the real thing. “I want you.”

Sirius pulled his hand from her shorts. He undid the clasps and buttons she couldn’t find and the crimson robe fell to the hardwood floor. He stood before her, naked except for a pair of black boxers. She collapsed into his bare chest, licking his skin. She nibbled her way over to first one nipple then the other. He gasped as she worried them with her tongue. Her hands traced along his ribcage. Some meat had been deposited on his body, some of his muscle had returned. But he was still so thin. She looked lower. His boxers hid little of him. He moved closer to her, his head pressing hot and hard against her shorts. Milia dropped her hands lower, exploring his waistband.

She slipped a hand into his shorts, finding him firm and ready. She tickled softly along the top, finding him wet at the tip. She took up the wetness and rubbed it along his length. His breath came ragged in her ear. He had gone very still. Milia felt her own smile grow. She lowered his boxers with her free hand, moving her other hand more rapidly, picking up more wetness. He pulled her shorts and panties off as she worked him.

“If you want me to finish inside you, you’d better stop,” he warned her between gasps. “It’s been too long. My control is gone.” Milia pulled her hand away from him, slowly. His pale skin glowed in the darkness. As he advanced on her, Milia gave ground. Reaching the bed, Sirius laid her out upon it. He crawled on top of her, parting her legs with his own. As he crawled up her, his long hair tickled across her breasts. He fell to her mouth. Milia opened to him. His tongue prodded and explored. She moaned as his hands rubbed against her inner thighs; pressing them open. Hot and swollen, his head rubbed against her, seeking refuge inside her. He penetrated her slowly, pushing deeper and deeper. Milia moaned, her hips writhing, helping him in.

“Oh wait,” he breathed, starting to pull out.

“NO!” she wailed.

“You’ll get pregnant.” He rose up, half in and half out. “Accio wand.”

“What are you doing?”

“A spell to keep you from gettinegnaegnant. It’ll wear off.”

“No--” too late. The prickle of magic marched through her. He threw the wand away and pushed in again, forcing a gasp from her. He fell to her mouth again as his hips moved.

Sirius started slowly, deep and slow. Milia watched him. He propped himself up on his arms, grey eyes closed, his head thrown back. His breathing increased, his pace quickened. He looked back down into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back. Her hips picked up his rhythm. Her breasts bounced as their hips met, spreading pleasure through her. Milia wrapped her legs around his waist. She tightened around him as he moved within her. Again and again, faster and faster. He groaned; just a small noise in his throat. Her beast heard it. A flash of panic crossed his eyes. And she knew that her eyes had bled back to wolf as he moved over her. An excited smile crossed his face and he sped up; desperate now slamming into her so hard it hurt.

Milia tried to sit. Sirius threw himself down upon her, his hips still working as he bit at her lips, pulling on them, seeking blood. Milia cried out as he tore into her. Blood tingled on her tongue. Her beast lay down, submitting to this dominant’s attentions. She moaned with a mix of pleasure and pain as he pulled away from her again. Her breathing grew ragged. Above her, Sirius’ thrusts grew long and deep. Crying out with pleasure, punctuating each thrust, Milia gave herself over to him.

He echoed her cry, pumping heat through her again and again. With a last shudder, he grew still. Gasping for breath, Sirius lowered himself onto her. His breathing slowed and he remained inside her. Milia straightened her legs. Her hips moved against rem remembering how it had been just a moment ago. He twitched at her movement. She moaned, waiting for her heart to slow. Waiting for the pulsing between her legs to subside. Sirius pulled out slowly, bringing one last moan from Milia. He rolled off of her. She rolled towards him.

He reached up and smoothed her hair from her face. His hand continued around her, over her shoulder. Pulling her close, he laid a soft kiss on her lips. Milia reached for him, draping her hand across his waist. She waited for his kiss to end. As he pulled away, she moved in and kissed him back, lingering at his lips. She pulled away.

His grey eyes slid closed and he smiled before drifting off to sleep.