Aw Fuck Me!

Ch. 8 Somethings never change

A/N: My apologies for not updating sooner. Me and my muse have been on vacation. Between the silly season *sigh* glad that it is over, trying to go to Houston to visit our best friend, Fixing my broken down truck (in Baton Rouge) I did not get very far. I live in New Orleans then travel back (very uneventful trip. Thank God!) I have now had time to update!! At long last! The next chapter. Thanks to all my other reviews and to everyone who has *hit* my fic.

If not too much trouble please read and review. Your input keeps me on my toes to write more quickly. Hope you all had a very safe and drunkenly exciting New Years Eve blast. With no more ado ………enjoy! SB

The smell of jasmine hung heavy in the air as Amaris soaked in the sunken tub. Actually the tub was more like a swimming pool for two people. If given to more thought on the subject she could imagine quite a fine time could be had in this very “pool”. Shaking her head and chuckling to herself, she studied the rest of the bathing room. It was decorated in many tones of blue. The tub/pool was made of white marble with veins of blue running thought it. The sink and toilet matched. The walls were covered in multiple shades ranging from darkest to lightest. Over all it was very soothing and relaxing.

Tonks had done well in retrieving her items from her flat. Amongst the clothes, she had the foresight only a woman could have and had collected toiletries for her also. The bubble bath for one, jasmine cloud, was her favorite. Along with the shampoo and lotion that were included in the set. The past actions including the dream was far from her mind as she just drifted in the hot water tension slipping away.

Catching herself starting to dose, she got out and wrapped herself in a large fluffy white towel. Entering the adjoining bedroom, she did not realize she was not alone at first. She was towel drying her hair, moving toward the queen sized bed when a movement for the corner sitting area caught her attention.

“Accio Wand!” her wand jumped from the end table and flew into her outstretched hand.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Damn it Sirius! What are you doing in here?” she said recognizing that voice.

“I thought we could have that talk you wanted.” he approached her unsteadily.
In his hand was an almost empty bottle of fire whiskey. His shirt was loose from his pants hanging free. He hadn’t even buttoned it. His hair was still damp from his own shower. Beads of water dripping down his chest.

Amaris’ breath froze in her tight throat. She became physically aware of the fact that he could always turn her on, half dressed or not. The fact that he had been drinking did take away from that attraction. She clutched both ends of her towel to her chest in a tight grip. The other still held her wand.

“If you would excuse me and let me finish dressing, I would love to have that discussion.” she said. He advanced on her. The gleam in his eyes had desire pooling in her loins. Her breath started to come in small gasps.

“Maybe that “discussion” could wait. I could be persuaded into other forms of communication at the moment.” he’d finished crossing the room and now stood over her. Their bodies close but not touching. He saw her eyes dilate. He leaned forward, his lips almost touching hers. Her body started to tremble at his closeness.

“Or….We could just have a trip down memory lane. For old time sakes.” his mouth covered hers in a searing kiss. Her wand dropped to the floor, as her hands came to rest on his bare chest. She could taste the fire whiskey on his tongue as the kiss became more sensual. It was very easy to loose one self in the fury of a kiss. Their bodies melted together, trying to become one. Her hands moved up his chest to intertwine in his hair. Sirius’ hands began to roam from her back, down to her ass. When he squeezed and pulled her to him she moaned.

“Wait just a damn minute girl!” said her voice within “This is the same man who broke you heart all those years ago! And not to mention a trip down memory lane? For old time sakes?” Amaris jerked her mouth from his, tugging painfully on his hair at the same time.

“Mmm you remember I like it spicy!” he growled. Trying to recapture her lips.

“Sirius! No!” the famous words that should stop any decent man in there sexual stride. In his drunken fog he continued groping her breast. Amais’ body betrayed her, arching into his touch. A moan escaped her lips. It had been too long. She had dreams of his touch. The only man who had ever touched her.

“I mean it Sirius! I said No!” she gasped as one of his hands found her hot, wet feminine folds.

“Your body says Yes!” he again tried to claim her mouth. The only thing that got claimed was the palm of her hand to the side of his face. The resounding of her slap echoed off the bathroom walls. Sirius’ eyes widened as he became aware of what was transpiring. Pain had a way of making you mind clear. He released her immediately, causing her to stumble.

“Amaris! I’m-” she slapped him again for good measure, then dashed into the bathroom. Locking the door. She sat on the edge of the tub and buried her face in her hands. Her body shaking from unreleased desire.

“Damn it! Amaris I’m sorry.” she heard him say through the door. “I have no excuse and don’t offer one. Come out so we can talk.” Sirius leaned his head on the door.

“Not bloody likely!” she yelled back. Her desire was turning to anger. Anger at him and herself. She had not expected to react to him that fast. Desire hot and heavy just by kissing him. Hell looking at him did it for her. She now regretted the decision to not see anyone else over the years. As it was in school. She did not think of herself as pretty. Her face and body had matured to an acceptable figure but, pretty, she wasn’t she thought.

Plus the way he had been able to crush her heart the way he did. She did not want to ever feel that way again. To give men that power. Ever. Lost in her confused thoughts for a moment he gained her attention by knocking.

“Please come out. I’m leaving to go down stairs. Would you meet me for coffee in the kitchen?” he asked.

“I’ll think about it.”

And think about it she did. For several hours pacing her room. Making him wait. Lunch time came and went and she did not leave her room. At the knock on her door she was tempted to not answer it. The voice on the other side was Remus. He was asking to be let in, he had brought her a tray from Molly. Sighing she unwarded the door and let him enter.

“Are you doing alright? Molly has been in a fret since you have not been down. Did Sirius upset you in anyway?” he set down the tray on the corner table. Concern clouded his eyes. Amaris sighed again then said.

“I’m fine. Just wanted to be alone.”

Remus could always tell when she wasn’t giving the whole story. He crossed his arms and waited for her to tell him. She ignored the parental stance he had taken and went to the tray he had brought. Soup and a sandwich with a glass of pumpkin juice. She ate standing up. Her back to Remus. When she finished she sat on one of the chairs before the fire.

The silence stretched on. Remus had not moved from his spot. Still waiting for her to speak. Finally his patience paid off.

“For gods sakes, Remus, sit down! Nothing happened! He kissed me. I slapped him and that is the end of it. Had there been more I know you would have heard us! Now sit!”

“I think I will go and give him a piece of my mind instead.” Remus swept from the room.

“Bloody Hell!” she raced out the door after him.