Pure Lust

November 8th, 1979

It started off as a simple party, just the five of us; James and his three best mates as well as myself. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. After James and I got married we kept it an almost weekly tradition to invite the three others over, usually on a Friday, for dinner and drinks.

It was wonderful really, seeing them all. Sirius and Remus both had their flat in London while Peter, who was always a quiet dear, still lived at home with his mother. He said he was getting his own place soon enough though. It was rather difficult for him to spend time with friends, since she wanted her son home early enough. I guess she just didn’t trust the city. Probably figured there was too much violence and didn’t want Peter to get mixed up in all that. Can’t say I blame her.

So as usual, Peter was the first to leave, right after dinner. The poor thing made a mousy little apology for having to leave early and I gave him a quick kiss. His mother was far too uptight at times and nothing good could come of that short lease she kept her son on.

Soon after that, James broke out the beers. Cheap stuff that really did anything to us except remind us we were drinking really cheap beer that had been sitting in the back cupboard, probably since we were first married.

James smiled across the coffee table at Remus who was sitting on the floor across from him, talking about how shitty our alcohol really was and how the two of them needed to go out and buy something that would get us good and drunk. When he rose from the couch, not looking the slightest bit sloshed.

Remus stood up as well, brushing off his faded jeans as he agreed with James. The pair of them quickly left the house after a few more words, mostly an order of drinks from Black and myself.

It was uncomfortable being in a room alone with the dark haired man. Sirius was very appealing to the eye, but I’m a married woman and he was sharing a room with Remus. It didn’t take much for James and I to put that little one together. Still, it was awkward.

His deep grey eyes were on me, slowly looking up and down my body. I slipped my jacket on and pretended to shiver. “Cold winter.”

He hummed a response and stood up, stretching out. His un-tucked shirt rode up, allowing me to see his bare stomach. We’d been out of school for a few years but his body still looked like he trained for quidditch every morning. I couldn’t help but feel my body heat up.

I was drunk and I knew it, leering at James’ best mate like that. It was wrong of me but he was just so damn good looking. I watched as he dropped on the couch next to me and stretched out more, letting that shirt ride up more, allowing me to see a small patch of black hair right above his belt line.

I don’t remember who made the first move, but all I remember in his strong callused hands on my hips, pulling my shirt up as I sat in his lap. Out lips pressed in a hard kiss, primal and full of want.

My hands ran under his shirt, feeling the hard plains of his chest as his head fell back, moaning my name lightly. He quickly removed my shirt, pulling my body closer to his melding us together.

I could feel him through his tight jeans, hard against my thigh. His hand moved, lifting my skirt, moving my hips to grind against him. Sirius slowly began to moan my name loudly.

We had no time and I wanted him; his powerful body with mine. I had to know if the rumors were true. The girls back at school said he was amazing in bed, sending them to heights no other man could. Remus often talked about Sirius’ bedroom abilities. I just had to know.

His lips moved to my neck, careful not to leave a mark as my hands moved down, slowly undoing his jeans and reaching in. God it was amazing, feeling him in my hand, hard and pulsing. He was thick, much thicker than James. I moaned and slowly stroked him in my hand, my body quivering, wanting to feel him inside me.

Sirius licked his lips and massaged my chest, touching me with such skill. I knew he was with other women just with how his hands moved on me. His lips moved to my ear as his hands moved down, whispering promises of pleasure into my ear as he began to tug at my panties.

I moaned, moving to stand and slipped off my panties, dropping them down. He smirked at me, pulling me down onto the couch, laying me on my back. He lifted my skirt over my hips, exposing my whole body to him. He leaned down and kissed my knee lightly. I could feel his stubble rub against my leg as he moved closer into my body, making me shiver in want and need. My hands moved into his thick black hair, pulling him into my center as I begged him to taste me.

And he did. He moved slowly and took his time as his tongue moved, his hands opening my legs wider as he moaned. He sat up and crawled over me. I wrapped my legs around him and reached down, positioning him.

Sirius’ hands moved down my thighs, groping me as he thrust into me, hard and fast, making me yelp out and wrap my legs around his hips, forcing him into my body deeper. Sirius moaned loud in my ear, his hands all over my body, in my hair, on my chest, tickling my belly.

I pulled at his hair, panting loud as I moved against him. I wanted this, to feel him filling me, his mouth and hands everywhere. His kisses moved down as he lifted my shirt, taking a nipple into his mouth, nipping and licking in an animalistic way.

It didn’t last long for either of us. I arched against him as my vision went white; feeling him spill deep within my body, hitting places within me James never went. His body collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and moaning as the senses came back to us, my hands still in his hair as I looked up at the white ceiling.

He moved away slowly, adjusting himself and bent down, handing me the discarded panties as I tried to make myself proper. We both could hear James and Remus walking up the path.

Sirius smirked at me and stood up. “Thanks for the ride.” He winked and headed into the bathroom, leaving me to sit on the couch as the two entered. My stomach was in knots. Would my husband figure out what we had done in his own home?

He never made a sideways glance at Sirius as he reentered the room. Remus stayed on the floor, smiling goofily up at Sirius as he returned. Not once did Sirius acknowledge what we had done, acting as it never happened.

I would have been fine living that way. I love James. He is my husband and I love him. But now….

Now I don’t know what to do. I went to the doctors and now I’m pregnant. I hope it’s James’ child. More than anything. But I will never know, not without telling James and I cannot do that to him. Not ever.

But what if…

What if Sirius is my baby’s father?

******

Lily Potter’s journal slipped out of Harry’s hand, making an echoing thunk on the stone floor as his face paled. His stomach turned as he looked down at the leather bound book.

“Harry?” Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“D…do you think I look like….Sirius?” Harry looked between his two friends.

“A bit…” Ron blinked.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione picked up the journal, looking it over. “Professor Lupin brought over a box of things the Order cleaned out of Sirius’ home….he said that all of these things were your parents. Diaries and pictures…”

“I just…” He shook his head and took the book back. “Nothing…just read something shocking.” He smiled up at his friend, tucking the book into his robe. The three went back to researching, each lost in their own thoughts.

None of them notice the dark man move out from behind the bookshelves. Severus smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he left the library. Going over to that Black house was one of the best things he could have done, he mused as he headed back to his potions classroom, scowling at first years that passed.

Lupin talked him into cleaning out a few closets and he couldn’t help it, he just had to add a journal entry. He couldn’t wait for the next Order meeting, watching Harry around Black, trying to ask the older man about his parents; trying to dance around the issue of Black being his father.

It was just sweet revenge.