Remus
The door slams as James, Sirius, and Peter reenter the room. I groan as my head protests at the noise. I spent the day either in bed or near the open window dreading tomorrow evening. You’d think after more than 150 full moons that I would be used to this, I am not.
“You good, Moony?” James asks, as he yanks off his shirt.
“I’m fine,” I grunt and force myself into a sitting position. Sirius and Peter are pouring Firewhiskey and Cider into a punch bowl and I quirk an eyebrow.
“What’s going on?”
Sirius glances up for a moment with a manic smile on his face, “It’s party time Moons, courtesy of Rosie and B! Are you up for it?”
Belle is throwing a party? I have to duck my head to hide my eye-roll. I hold my hand out without responding and one of them places a handle in my hands. I unscrew the lid and tip the glass bottle back. The firewhiskey burns going down and it feels like honey through my veins.
“Of course I am,” I tip the bottle back again. Sirius howls in excitement as the liquor brings me back from the dead. I’m already going to feel like shit tomorrow, I might as well enjoy myself tonight.
***
James, Sirius, and I stumble down the stairs followed by a slightly less drunk Peter carrying the punch bowl. The music rattles my bones as I lean against a wall and watch our fellow students trickle in. The flask in my pocket is heavy with whiskey, enough to keep me drunk for the night. I’m not a sloppy drunk, I am always in control of myself. I can’t afford not to be. But, the liquor makes me feel almost like a normal person.
Lily, Rose, and Alice descend the stairs and I watch as James’ already impaired mind goes blank. They are pretty but I can honestly say that I don’t think about them in that way. The trio heads over and Lily slides next to me with a drink in her hand. She slouches into my shoulder and positions her body away from James and I know that she’s already had a drink or two. I lean down close enough to be heard over the music and whisper in her ear,
“Fancy seeing you here.” I shoot James a condescending look as he watches on with a calm mask plastered over his face. His eyes rage as he takes a sip of his drink. I am not a sloppy drunk, but I do love pissing my friends off. Lily turns her head and in the same tone of voice, whispers,
“Do you come here often?” I laugh, because it’s funny and because I watch her make eye contact with James right after. I guess were both little shits.
The room slowly fills up and as time passes it becomes clear to me that Belle has decided to skip the party. I remember the day we spent yesterday; the way she glowed with excitement and adoration. Then I remembered the surprise guest during her meeting with her mother and the way her shoulders sagged as we headed back to the castle. If I could go back in time and kill her mother and spare her father– I shake my head. These are not conducive or helpful thoughts. Instead I imagined her blissed out face as we lay with eachother yesterday. I open my eyes– when had I closed my eyes? to the crowded room. She’s not coming, I think as the ache in my chest returns. Only this time I can’t blame lycanthropy.
I take a short sip from my flask and return to the closed-eye world of floating darkness. I wonder how drunk I’d have to be to let it completely consume me. As I lift the flask again it is suddenly taken from me. Not yanked, like Sirius or Peter might do. Instead it’s gently removed from my hands my by a small pair of cold fingers. I know it’s her before I even open my eyes, her honey sweet scent is enough to identify her.
When I do open my eyes, Belle is gulping down the liquor in my flask like it’s water. Then she sputters and thrusts the flask back into my hands. She looks so silly with her smug expression and flushed cheeks that I have to laugh.
She scrunches up her face, “What’s up with you?”
I shake my head at the confused expression that consumes her soft features.
“You weren’t going to come but then you did,” I said slowly. The words sounded slightly wrong in my mouth but the sentiment felt right. Fuck, maybe I did need a cup of coffee.
“Sounds like you’ve got a bad source, Lupin.” She smirks at me. “Anyways,” she continues, “I don’t like to be around when the parties start. I want the flow to be established by the time I arrive.”
I nod, “There’s a term for that, I think– Fashionably–”
“Rude.”
“Late.”
She whirls her head at me with an incredulous look and her mouth slightly parted. Don’t kiss her here. Don’t devour those pouty lips. Don’t you dare claim that delicious mouth and swallow every last impudent sentence that comes out of it. At least not in the open where James or– Merlin help me– Sirius might stumble upon us.
So I do the responsible thing and stand up; only to immediately stumble. She steadies me and I flash what I hope to be a perfectly dazzling and self-effacing smile.
“Let’s get you caught up, B.” I pull her close under the guise of using her support to walk but now that I'm standing, I have my balance again. Now that she’s here in front of me, I just really don’t want her to leave.
I pour two shots and hand her one but before I can raise mine to my lips, she’s drained the first shot and wrenchs mine out of my hands. I watch as she downs the next shot; her eyebrows knit together in an effort to keep the liquor down. I am thoroughly awed as she grins up at me with her slightly wetted, pink lips.
“You’ve gotta be faster than that Remus,” She laughs at me, already twirling away. I just watch her as she moves with the grace of someone who is well on their way to a blurry night. Still, she pauses at the edge of the crowd and gives me an expectant look. She wants me to dance with her.
I cross my arms over my chest and to my masochistic delight, she mimics me. I shake my head at her, ‘no’, but she nods her head, ‘yes’, at me. I take a step toward her but before I can raise my hands to motion, ‘you go and have fun’, her eyes are already bright with triumphant excitement. So, I take another step until I’m close enough to drag by the wrist.
When we find our friends through the mess of sweaty arms and unsteady legs, we fall into an easy rhythm. I willed my body to feel loose and free. My arms and legs fell into a lazy version of the twist. I felt like I had just been launched off a cliff only to discover I could fly; after all, I had never danced at one of these parties, not like this anyway. This feeling was addictive and only grew as Belle, with cheeks rosy and face shiny with sweat, stepped closer and shimmied her shoulders, and jumped from one foot to the other.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was a carefree Sunday wrapped in cozy blankets and at the very same time she was a stress induced argument over the exact right amount of time to steep tea. She was a raging storm that had thrashed every umbrella I could’ve ever purchases, owned, or stolen. So, as I grab her hand and twirl her perfect frame, I choose to walk into the rain fully expecting to get drenched and hoping to not catch a cold.
I pull her closer to me and pull her towards the far side of the crowd. When our friends are far behind us and the crowd offers a decent buffer I push her gently against the wall.
“Having a nice time?” I ask. Her eyes scan my face, lingering on my lips.
“I could use another drink,” She cranes her head up toward me. “Unless you could think of another way to occupy my mouth?”
I groan as I attach my lips to hers and my skin, already sensitive with the mild wolfy fever, lights on fire. Then she arches against me and moves her hands over my neck and through my hair.
I brush my tongue over her lips and slide my hands down to press her body against my own. Her velvety soft tongue toys with my own as the plush curves of her body captivate every heightened sense in my body.
I pull away as my lungs ache for air but only for a moment before I attach my lips to her neck. I grind my straining cock against her as I suck and bite little marks into her neck. Fuck, I want her to be mine.
Every laboured breathe pushes her breasts against my chest. I move one hand higher, I lightly graze my thumb over her peaked nipple. She gasps and her entire body starts to tremble. She pushes against me, and for a moment I think that I’ve crossed some line, that she’s no longer interested; but it’s quite the opposite. She pushes me to a sitting position behind a large couch and some curtains and hikes her sinfully short skirt up to straddle my lap.
I can see where the tops of her thighs touch and a small scrap of pale pink lace between them before her legs are on either side of mine. Her lips attach to mine briefly as she starts to fiddle with the top buttons of her blouse. When she is finished, her breasts peek out over her dress. I realize that she’s inviting more and displayed them for me to do with what I will.
I yank her hips and press the hardest erection I’ve ever hand into her heat. I grind her hips over me as I bite her clavicle, then kiss and lick my way to her perfect tits. Her hips are grinding rhythmically against mine as she tries to hold back her cries of pleasure.
I pull my face back as I hear her whimper in agony. I move one hand to her thigh and caress the smooth skin; moving up and up then dragging my hands back down.
“Remus–” She whines.
“You’re such a needy thing. Are you going to cum just from fucking yourself on my lap?” I taunt her as she continues to grind against me.
She groans as my continued ministrations bring her right to the edge but never over. I can see the frustration in her face as she opens her eyes to plead with me. Fuck, she is too much.
“Please, I wanna cum. Nobody makes me cum like you do.” She bounces lightly in a desparate cry for that last burst of desire to shatter her world. I can’t wait to see her bounce on my cock, but not yet.
I lean closer to her, ghosting my lips over her pulse.
“Show me how you make yourself cum, baby.” I drag her hand to her clit and pull her panties aside. She hesitates but as I bite down on her neck, she groans and I can feel her fingers start moving. She finds her rhythm quickly after that and her quiet gasps and moans turn raspy and shallow.
“That’s it. You’re so close, baby.” I whisper to her as she starts gasping for air. I lick at her pulse once more and then I growl, “Cum for me.”
I cover her mouth as she cries out in pleasure. He body jerks and her fingers move at a steady pace that prolongs her high. If we were alone, I’d lick her clean and fuck her senseless. Instead, I grab her hand and drag her soaked fingers to my lips. She watches as I clean her fingers with my tongue.
She kisses me and drags her tongue across my lips. When she pulls away, I raise an eyebrow at her and she blushes a delightful red.
“How about that drink?” I ask producing my flask from my back pocket.
***
“Who knew Moony could dance?,” Sirius exclaims, more drunk than sober. I shrug at the group as we lounge around the disater of a common room. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and booze. Most people had left to find a bed and seeing as it was nearly 3 o’clock– well I was ready for sleep, hours ago.
“Yeah, you’ve got quite the fancy feet,” Belle grinned a lazy smile a me. Ah yes, this is why I am still awake. I wasn’t going to be the first to leave; I would soak up each precious moment with her, while she allowed me. But with each passing moment I was hoping Sirius, James, Lily, anybody would call it a night.
“I missed fun parties,” Rose sighs as she sinks down into the couch. “My mother’s idea of a party is so stuffy. I can practically feel the shapewear cutting off my ability to breathe properly,” she mock gasps for air.
Sirius barks a laugh, “All the frilly lace and bowing and ‘m’lady’, I might vomit now.”
“Did you two ever attend the same parties?” Belle asks.
Rose and Sirius turn to look at each other.
“I don’t think so, my family isn’t as impressive as the Black family,” Rose says.
“And I don’t attend those stuffy functions anymore,” Sirius nods at James. A silent reference to Sirius’s fairly recent runaway status.
“I think I’d like to attend a ball,” Lily sighs.
Rose jumps on this, “Then I’ll bring you to the next one I absolutley cannot get out of. You’d look pretty in those over-the-top dresses and I have dozens of them.”
Then Rose is detailing these dozens of dresses in excruciating detail. Which set most of us yawning. I was fighting to stay awake but eventually I lost that battle.
***
When I wake up, James is swhispering my names. B is asleep with her legs stretched across my lap. Her chest is rising and falling in a steady tempo.
“I’m heading upstairs, will you make sure she gets to bed?” James asks. I nod and gently move out from under her legs.
I scoop her up and in her half-sleep she turns into me and clenches a fist into my loose t-shirt. In her sleep she looked so like the child from my nightmares. If I couldn’t go back in time and save her from that night, from myself. Then I would try to do right by her and keep her safe. I wouldn’t tell her what I had done; I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Maybe I could find a way to forgive myself and selfishly stay happy with her. I would let myself live in that fabricated happiness until the guilt killed me. Tomorrow, I’d face the beast again and I’d worry about the rest, later.
I laid her in bed and covered her with a blanket. Then I smoothed the hair over her pillow and kissed the top of her head. Then I found my own bed and slept like the dead.