It all started with a book ... ...

A day on your own


Chapter dedicated to JESS, who basically came up with half of it and sent me a few owls of inspiration! Thank you for all your muse -ing and encouraging mail !!! My love and respect to you!!


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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Well, maybe the minute plot, but I don’t think it’s really worth claiming.

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“Yes Sirius, that’s definitely how I wanted to finish,” Remus says rather sarcastically while moving away from you slowly.

Ok, now you are confused. Can Remus see the figment of your imagination? St Mungo’s. Always sounded like a nice place after all. You throw a very confused look into the werewolf’s direction and he explains.

“This is Sirius Black.”

“Hi.” Sirius makes his way over to take your hand. He brings it to his mouth and without breaking eye contact, brushes the back of it against his lips. “Very nice to meet you. May I compliment you on your exquisite attire?” A unbelievable mischievous smirk causes his face to glow.

“Wha .. oh.” You blush furiously and try to tug the suddenly too-short top down. Not that it really makes a difference. It’s the thought that counts.

“No, I mean it. Really would be a waste to cover those wonderful legs in anything too constricting.” He accompanies his sentence with a obvious wink that doesn’t help you current state of tomato-face. And Remus is calmly grinning like a manic! “So, how about that coffee?”

You nod. What else can you do really?

Soon, all three of you are sitting around the table, munching at your breakfast. Remus and Sirius are deep in conversation and you are even deeper in thought.

You think about what to put onto your toast. Jam? Just butter? Both? You also think about what to wear next Tuesday, when you are invited to a small gathering. What present should you bring for the host? A book? Ah, that directs your train of though back to your little research. You’ll have to put some time into it soon. Good thing Remus found you that book. But who needs it when you can conduct your search out there ‘in the field’? You make a mental note to conduct a thorough exploration on Remus later.

Ah, Remus. Sitting next to you. Wonderful, hot, tongue-talented Remus. Then there is Sirius. On your other side. Dark hair and deep blue – almost purple? - eyes. Broader than Remus. Just as tall. Just as Handsome. In a different way, but handsome nevertheless. His hair is long and hanging loosely into his face. Does nothing to conceal the glint in his eyes though.

Okay, that just decided what to put onto your toast. Nothing! The dryness might help you not to drool too much.

Breakfast passes without you really noticing. Your body does everything out of reflex and habit while your mind is enjoying itself. In the deepest ends of the gutter, that is. Sirius hands caught your attention and now they won’t let go. Big hands. Beautiful hands. You can see the muscles and sinews move enticingly when he reaches for his mug and wraps those long fingers around it, bringing it to his lips. Oh, his lips! Soft. Smooth. Kissable. His tongue snakes out to lap up some residual coffee on his upper lip. Wait a second. That’s no way to lick one’s lip. That was too … erotic?

Looking at his dark eyes, they gaze back at you knowingly. You seriously need to do something about the ‘men catching you checking them out like they were some juicy piece of meat’ habit you seem to have an inclination towards. Doesn’t seem to be too flattering to your facial colouring. You always knew red wasn’t really your colour.

You quickly avert your eyes, seeking a distracting conversation with Remus instead. Distracting your arse. That particular wizard isn’t helping! He doesn’t have that mysterious aura that Sirius is putting forth anymore, but you unwrapped your little Remus-gift last night already. His appeal now lies within the fact that you actually liked what you discovered. Liked it so much for that matter, that you decide to celebrate your birthday every day from now on. Nothing beats unwrapping presents. Especially ones desperately wanted and alive.

So, your discomfort is doubling with every millisecond that passes. Did someone cast a warming charm on this room or is that just you? Merlin, it is even getting hard to breath!

A deep, resonating voice cuts through the air like a heated knife through butter; smooth but certain. When you finally surface out of your self reverie, Sirius words have no meaning. Swallowing hard, you smile and ask him to repeat them once more.

He smiles a tantalizing smile that causes flapping butterflies to appear in your stomach.

“I just mentioned that I will need to go over some important things with Remus for a few hours. Make yourself at home here,” his hand brushes a few stray strands out of his eyes before he continues, “and I would love you to accompany us for dinner tonight.”

You cast a quick glance at Remus who nods in agreement. You mumble something along the lines of agreement before your mind goes into overdrive. You just consented to a ‘date’ with both Remus AND Sirius. You are so in for it now. How on earth are you supposed to hold a fork, let alone a decent conversation without blurting something potentially embarrassingly into their contoured faces.

You watch the two friends leave after their promises to be as quick as possible. And are left to yourself. To avoid any long, mental discussions and endless daydreaming you head straight for the bookshelves you saw earlier in the living room.

After some time, you decide that a long and relaxing bath can only help matters and go forth putting the plan into action.


A few hours later …

You are reading, lying on your stomach on the squashy sofa in front of a blazing fire. Your body is all that’s left on this earth. Your mind, currently in a far off place, is ripped out of its fantasy in a detrimental way. A hand is tickling the back of your knee!

You squeal and try to wriggle out of Remus’ grasp, who is sitting down next to you. He leans down, stroking your face and pulling you into a deep and sensual kiss. A loud thud informs you that the book has just hit the floor. You couldn’t recall the last sentence if your life depended on it.

His tongue switches between caressing your palate and tongue while his hands tangle in your hair. When his fingertips gently scrape across your scalp, gooseflesh appears on your skin and a deep moan escapes your throat. The wizard-god smirks against your complying lips before carefully taking your bottom lip between his teeth, stroking along it with his enthusiastic tongue.

Something is again tickling you. This time it is at your heel, moving up your calf. Ok, THAT just felt like lips that replaced the torturing fingers. Your mind is struggling not to think too much about the plainly obvious. Like a 9-piece puzzle for 4 year olds. Sirius. Your mind tries to throw in the possibility of Remus having grown another head (in an odd place, mind you). However, that argument seems a bit thin at the moment.

The werewolf pulls away slowly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he whispers in your ear, “finish off here in your own time and join us in the kitchen.”

With that he stands and moves towards the door. You aren’t exactly sure if he even knows that Sirius is in the room, let alone his tongue tracing your Achilles heel a few moments ago.

Without turning around and with a soft voice Remus speaks once more, “Sirius, give the lady some time to finish reading the paragraph.” What paragraph?

Ok, so obviously he knew. Werewolf senses and all. Is he angry? Indifferent? Or could he be pleased? Well, the answer surely isn’t in your head. You watch Sirius throw you an unreadable look and he exits after Remus. Before he left, he murmured something in your ear and it’s only setting in now.

“Please, don’t bother to change. I could imagine nothing more complimenting.”

Ooooookay. One little witch is VERY confused right now. One little witch still only wearing Remus’ shirt and her black, wand-cleaned knickers.


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tbc.