ONE-SHOT: Black & Red
Title: Black & Red
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; female oral, masturbation, voyeurism
Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Narcissa Malfoy
Pairings: established Sirius/Lily, Lily/Narcissa
Word Count: 3,953
Note: This was written as a response to a prompt given by Jenna/aiseiri_47: Lily/Narcissa | Sirius is jealous. It's set in my AU head-canon in which Lily and James don't work out and Lily and Sirius are ~together instead, sort of. I've never written femmeslash before, so I hope this didn't come out horrendously. in any case, I actually enjoyed writing this and am now more partial to the Lily/Narcissa pairing. :)
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
Lily Evens claps along with everyone else as the bride and groom before her kiss. She’s happy for Jane and her new husband, she really is. In times like these, it is refreshing to remember that love can still thrive - especially now that her own love life is … well, less than thriving at the moment. She and James finally called it quits, and Sirius … well, Sirius is Sirius and he adds more than his fair share to the craziness.
Of course, Sirius is in attendance as well today, being close friends with Xavier. Sirius keeps trying to catch her eye, but Lily’s eyes dance around him, letting her gaze fall anywhere but him.
It is as she is trying to avoid Sirius that her eyes find someone else’s - and stay there a fraction of a second too long. The eyes are piercing blue and beautiful in a way that sends a jolt to her stomach and makes her head a little woozy. Their owner - a woman - has creamy pale skin that looks soft as down, and shimmery blonde hair framing her face.
Lily knows this woman, but for a moment she can’t place how or from where. She tries to make her gaze a little less obvious while still continuing to watch the woman until it clicks. Narcissa Black. This is Sirius’ cousin; she’d been at Hogwarts for only a few years while they were there, being several years older than Sirius. Lily doesn’t know much more than that about her, other than what Sirius has told her. From that Lily knows she should be repulsed by the young Black relative, and yet … she can’t seem to muster that particular emotion with regards to the beautiful woman in front of her.
Someone gets up to toast the newlyweds; as soon as they finish, the music starts up and people begin to take to the dance floor. It becomes more difficult for Lily to watch Narcissa, who is now talking with a blonde-haired man Lily hadn’t noticed before. People keep dancing in her line of vision until eventually Lily gives up and gets up to go to the bathroom.
Shaking her head as she walks, she tries to rid her mind of the image of the other woman. She isn’t sure why she finds Narcissa so fascinating and exquisite; Lily only knows that she can’t help but look at her.
Blessedly, there is no one else in the restroom, so Lily is able to go without having to wait. While she is in the stall, however, the click-clack of stiletto heels announce the arrival of someone else, and Lily watches the deep purple pumps cross to the stall next to her.
After washing her hands, Lily pauses a moment in front of the mirror to touch-up her make-up. It is as she is adding more lipstick that the toilet flushes. Next moment, Lily looks up from her lips and is startled to see those piercing blue eyes staring back at her. For a moment, she is paralyzed, hand frozen at her lips mid-swipe.
Narcissa’s lips curve up into a smirk. “Finish those lips, dear,” she says smoothly as she approaches the sink. “It’s unbecoming to stand there with your hand suspended and your mouth agape, not to mention your lipstick only half done.” What she says is harsh, Lily knows, and yet it still seems to come out like silk.
Immediately, Lily’s hand jumps back into action and finishes applying her lipstick.
“There now, that’s better,” Narcissa says, that smirk still ever present, as she runs her hands under the water. “Are you here for the bride or the groom?” she asks then, looking at her reflection and running a finger around her own lips.
Lily gulps, searching for her voice. When she finds it she says, “The-the bride,” still watching Narcissa, who is now intently fixing her hair.
“Sweet Jane,” Narcissa says, still not turning from her own reflection. “I am for her as well.” She pauses here, finally turning from the mirror to face Lily. Her eyes sparkle and she smiles slightly as she finishes, “We should get back to her.”
Yet Narcissa does not move toward the door, so Lily stays put as well, waiting for what she isn’t sure. Then Narcissa leans forward and brushes a lock of Lily’s bright red curls behind her ear. Narcissa’s hand brushes against Lily’s cheek as she does it; the light touch sends a chill down her spine and a flush to her face. It’s the softest touch she’s ever felt - both James and Sirius have rough hands, and neither of them have ever bothered too much about being gentle with her.
“You’re so pretty.” It startles Lily when Narcissa speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper this time. She steps close and adds, “Much too pretty for that oaf Potter.”
Lily takes a deep breath and replies, “Th-thank you.”
Before Lily can say anything else, the older woman has leaned in further still, closing the gap between them. When her lips touch Lily’s they are gentle, but forceful. Again, it surprises her how tender the touch is (she is used to chapped lips and jabbing tongues), yet Narcissa’s lips are still commanding.
“Your lipstick needs touching up, dear,” Narcissa whispers in her ear, brushing her lips lightly against Lily’s cheek as she stands up straight again. With a slight wink, she moves around Lily and walks out the door, leaving Lily breathless and exhilarated.
~*~
Sirius watches Lily make her way back to her seat in the crowd. She still doesn’t look in his direction - that is, until she’s forced to. The guests have forgone name cards and arranged seating and simply sat in whatever seat was closest when their feet got tired of dancing. What looks to be the only open seat is right next to Sirius. He grins.
“Sirius, don’t,” she says as soon as she lowers herself next to him. “I’m not in the mood.”
Putting on a scandalized expression, Sirius says, “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“I expect it’s something cheeky,” Lily banters right back; Sirius watches her fight a smile and his heart skips once.
Leaning into her, he simply says, “You look beautiful. That’s all.”
Lily turns away, but not before Sirius can see a flush creep into her face. She’s turned her cheek to Sirus, which is when he notices the stain.
“You’ve got-is that lipstick?” he asks, brushing a finger against her skin.
Lily pulls away, mumbling, “It’s nothing-I must have smeared it when I was re-applying in the bathroom.” But her demeanor has changed, she’s become suddenly much colder, and Sirius wonders why.
Neither of them gets up the rest of the evening, drinking whatever the waiters bring by and making small talk that feels unnatural compared to their usual banter and flirting. More than once, Sirius has caught Lily’s gaze trained elsewhere, and it is not until the fourth time this happens that she looks long enough for Sirius to follow the gaze. His eyes fall on his cousin, Narcissa, now a Malfoy. Narcissa doesn’t seem to notice him, but she smiles slyly at Lily before turning away again. When Sirius turns back to Lily, she’s gone to watching the bride and groom sway slowly together, as if nothing has just passed between herself and Sirius’ unpleasant relative.
Something stirs in Sirius’ chest, and at first he acknowledges it as merely the distaste he feels for his family. Yet the gnawing continues every time he looks at either Lily or Narcissa and it starts to feel like more than just a family feud.
When Sirius turns back to Lily, she is once again exchanging a coy smile with Narcissa, and this time Sirius knows what roars internally: envy. He knows that look from Lily; it’s a look she gives him when she wants him. It’s a look she gives after she’s kissed him.
Kissed.
And suddenly Sirius knows what he’d seen smeared across Lily’s cheek: Lipstick-Narcissa’s lipstick. From a kiss. A kiss on the cheek. But had that been all? It’s bad enough, for Lily to have been that close to another Black, but had that been all? Sirius glances over again at Narcissa, who is leaning in and listening to something the Malfoy snake is whispering in her ear. Her lips are turned up in a smile Sirius is all too familiar with, one every Black family member learns early and learns well.
It is the smile of a secret.
Yes, Sirius is certain that more than just a kiss on the cheek had transpired between Lily Evans and Narcissa Malfoy. And that knowledge burns fiery in his gut.
~*~
A week passes without Lily seeing Sirius, and even when she finally goes to him, there is an awkwardness they both refuse to acknowledge aloud. Sirius doesn’t say anything to Lily, and Lily doesn’t say anything to Sirius. But when he kisses and licks at her center, Lily closes her eyes and imagines blonde hair and soft lips between her legs, and Sirius pretends he doesn’t know who she wants him to be. Neither one of them does a particularly good job masking their true emotions.
And then, Lily sees her again. Her heart stops.
Shopping in Diagon Alley, Lily catches a glimpse of Narcissa through a window as she walks down the street. Lily freezes and her eyes follow Narcissa, thinking that Narcissa will pass without incident. She doesn’t realize that she’s holding her breath until Narcissa catches her eye and smiles, and Lily gasps.
“Are you all right, miss?” asks the sales witch behind her, having heard the gasp.
Lily shakes her head, breaking the gaze. “Fine,” she says, and when she looks up Narcissa is gone.
~*~
Narcissa grins to herself as she stops, watching Lily squirm through the window. She’s very aware of the affect she has on the girl, and she enjoys that power, especially considering it’s not a position she is granted often. Although Narcissa will never outwardly admit any fond feelings for the girl … she is curious, and she wants to take full advantage of this situation.
Making her decision, Narcissa stops on the street, abandoning her earlier shopping intentions and instead enters the shop.
Lily is checking out, handing over two Sickles and retrieving a bag with her purchases concealed inside. Narcissa waits close to the door as Lily turns and heads in her direction without noticing her at first.
Lily’s step falters when she finally sees Narcissa. Narcissa’s lips spread into a huge smile as she approaches, and when they are level she says, “Well hello. How are you?”
Lily’s smile is shaky with nerves, which only fuels Narcissa further. “F-fine,” Lily answers, “How are you?”
“Splendid,” says Narcissa. When she leans forward and places a hand on Lily’s arm, she discovers that the younger woman is trembling. Narcissa’s smile widens and she makes her decision right then. Leaning in further, Narcissa brushes her lips a hair’s width away from Lily’s skin; Lily’s response is another gasp and a tiny, tiny moan. “Come with me,” Narcissa breathes against her ear, and then she Disapparates on the spot.
~*~
Sirius hears the pop before he sees the new arrivals. As he turns the corner, Sirius catches sight of Lily and Narcissa. As soon as they have found their footing in the flat, Narcissa moves like a cat. Lily drops her shopping bag as Narcissa cups her face and kisses her full on the mouth.
Slightly surprised, Sirius slips back into the hallway with his back against the wall. Part of him wants to turn around again, but another part of his finds the whole thing perverse. That’s his cousin … and his Lily. His … whatever she is to him, but right now she’s out kissing someone else. A woman. It was one thing to know it had happened; it is entirely another to see it happening in his own flat that very minute.
There is a long sigh and then Narcissa’s voice, barely above a whisper, sounds. “The bedroom?”
Lily hesitates and the minute seems to stretch infinitely before she says, “This-this way. Just … let me make sure, before …” she trails off and Sirius hears them begin down the hall.
Moving without thinking, Sirius darts into the bedroom and finds shelter in the closet, leaving the door open a crack for viewing. His mind was still at war with itself, but his body has already seemed to have made its choice. He stands rooted to the spot, watching the bedroom door.
Lily enters first, peeking her head in and looking around, no doubt to check that Sirius is gone. Satisfied, she opens the door wider, and Narcissa follows her in. With her hand on the younger woman’s, Narcissa says, “Relax. It will be fine-and you’ll enjoy everything a lot more if you stop being so tense.”
“Enjoy-everything?” Lily’s voice cracks with anxiety, but the desire in her tone is obvious even to Sirius. He both winces and moans softly, his pants tightening at the thought of what might lay ahead.
“Yes,” Narcissa reaffirms. As she strokes Lily’s cheek softly with the back of her hand, she glances toward the closet. Sirius backs away into the shadows immediately, hoping against hope that Narcissa has not seen him hiding there. After a moment, Sirius creeps forward again and peers out the crack.
Narcissa has her hand against Lily’s cheek and they are kissing slowly, deeply. Her other hand moves to Lily’s chest and cup one of her breasts, kneading it gently between her fingers. Even Sirius can hear Lily’s resulting whimper from the closet.
Lily’s own hands are limp at her sides, though they are twitching in a way that Sirius knows means she wants to touch Narcissa. Narcissa seems to sense this as well, for after a moment her hands guide Lily’s, one around Narcissa’s waist and the other to her chest, all the while never breaking the kiss.
Sirius feels his jeans grow tighter still, and he curses himself, closing his eyes and backing away from the door momentarily. It’s enough that Lily, his Lily, is being groped by someone else. This is his cousin, his dirty Black cousin … but she is kissing Lily, and it is hot. Then Lily lets out another whimper, followed by a gasp that twists into a moan. Sirius’ cock throbs and he decides there is nothing else for it: he unzips to relieve some of the pressure and steps forward again. Cousin or not, he is stuck here, and his body is making the choice to enjoy it.
Lily and Narcissa were both wearing light robes, having been out shopping. Now, Narcissa gently shucks Lily of the garment, leaving her standing there in only her bra and underwear. Lily stands there boldly, letting Narcissa look her up and down, fresh eyes seeing her body for the first time.
Sirius, of course, has seen the beautiful landscape that is Lily many times before, but it never gets less exciting - especially considering that this time, the show isn’t supposed to be for him. Sirius sighs quietly and palms himself.
When he peeks out again, Narcissa is kneeling in front of Lily with one of Lily’s breasts in her mouth. Lily, head thrown back and long red hair cascading down to tickle the top of her butt, lets out another moan and tangles her fingers in Narcissa’s short hair.
“Fucking hell,” Sirius whispers to himself. He adjusts again before pulling down his jeans just a bit. He’s not wearing anything else, so his cock slips out over the top of the waistline, half-hard already.
Narcissa now removes her own clothing. Sirius tries hard to focus on Lily, to not look at his naked cousin, but his eyes refuse to cooperate. And Narcissa, unlike Lily, was not wearing anything underneath her ropes. She is stark naked now, and even Sirius has to admit she has a beautiful body. She is slightly plumper than Lily, but it means her breasts are larger too. She pushes them together and, answering Lily’s hungry gaze, says, “Go on-taste them.”
Lily hesitates, uncertainty in her eyes. She knows what will feel good; she’s told Sirius what to do countless times … but she’s never done it herself. Narcissa gives that familiar sly smile again, and then reaches for Lily’s hand, which she guides to her breast. Lily cups it gently, weighing it’s heaviness in her hand. She’s used to her own smaller ones, Sirius knows, so this is a new feeling for her. Sirius, however, has had a heavy breast in his palm before, and the memory is tangible as he cups the air with one hand and his cock with the other.
Both women are still in heels - Sirius groans a little more audibly than he’d have liked - and in them, Narcissa and Lily are the same height. Lily drops to her knees so that she is level with Narcissa’s chest, her tongue peeking out between her lips. Leaning forward, she tentatively licks the tip of Narcissa’s nipple. The older woman moans and reaches up to tangle her hands in Lily’s wild red hair, guiding her slowly forward. Lily’s eyes are pointing up, watching Narcissa as she takes a breast in her mouth and sucks cautiously.
Moaning again, Sirius pushes his jeans down further and grips himself more firmly. He covers his mouth with the other hand.
Lily grows steadily bolder in her attention to Narcissa’s chest, sucking hard and using her tongue more. She moves between both of Narcissa’s breasts, giving them both equal time. As she does, her right hand moves from Narcissa’s waist, dancing along her lower abdomen before moving between her legs and trailing along her thigh. Lily teases Narcissa’s entrance, playing with the small tuft of dark hair there. She pauses, looks down at her fingers and then back up and Narcissa, and then pushes forward.
Narcissa closes her eyes and moans loudly, grinding slowly against Lily’s fingers. From here, Sirius can’t see quite what Lily is doing to her, but if her direction to him could be an indication, he had quite a good idea. Lily continues to tease Narcissa’s breasts while she works Narcissa’s core with her fingers, growing bolder in her movements as she works. The timid, nervous Lily from earlier has been replaced with the fiery one Sirius is more accustomed to, especially in the bedroom. Narcissa is trembling and gasping against her, gripping and releasing Lily’s hair and leaning over her as she reaches her climax. Suddenly she stops moving, and then she throws her head back, her hair cascading around her, and lets out a guttural moan.
Sirius has been stroking himself steadily but tenderly through all this, but when Narcissa looks up and opens her eyes, he is reminded of just who he is watching. He pauses, and a shiver runs through him as he gets that feeling once again that Narcissa knows he is there, watching. If she does, she makes no outward revelation of it, however, and instead pulls Lily up to take her mouth again.
When the kiss is finished, Narcissa says against Lily’s lips, “That was very good. See, there is nothing for you to be nervous about. Now,” she says, pushing against Lily’s sternum so that the younger woman takes a step back. “Lie down and let me return the favor.”
Lily lets Narcissa push her gently against the bed - Sirius’ bed - and guides her legs so that they’re bent at the knee, spread wide. The way they fall against the bed leaves Lily’s open legs directly in front of Sirius’ hiding place, and for a moment Narcissa is off to the side, giving Sirius an unobstructed view. He groans loudly, the sound muffled only slightly by his hand, and pulls furiously again on his cock.
Lily arches her back and Narcissa unclasps her bra, freeing Lily’s breasts. She places small kisses against the nipple of each; Lily squirms under her and Narcissa chuckles as she moves down, pulling Lily’s underwear off fluidly as she does.
“Wet already, I see,” says Narcissa, her eyes twinkling mischievously as looks first at Lily’s lower lips and then up at Lily’s face again. Narcissa arches her eyebrow as she says, “Marvelous,” before she lowers her head between Lily’s spread thighs.
Suddenly, a fire erupts again in Sirius’ chest, the same one he’d felt after seeing Lily and Narcissa exchange glances at the wedding. For one wild moment, Sirius has the urge to burst out of his closet and rip Narcissa off Lily; he wants to finish the job himself. Lily moans loudly, however, breaking Sirius out of his reverie. When he looks the anger abates. The erotic scene before him is far too much to let his anger fester.
Narcissa hooks one of Lily’s legs over her shoulder, the other falls to the side. One of Narcissa’s hands is up teasing one of Lily’s breasts, while the other hand aides her at Lily’s center. Sirius can’t see what Narcissa is doing, but judging by the familiar noises coming from Lily, it’s something that is bringing her close to the edge. Lily twists and grinds against Narcissa, gasping and cursing as she always does when she’s about to come. While one hand grips Narcissa’s hair, Sirius watches the other tremble and jerk and finally grip the sheets and pull tightly. Lily suddenly sits up, pulling the sheet with her and shouting, “FUCK!”
It’s something Sirius has seen many times before, Lily Evans reaching her completion, but for some reason it affects him more than it ever has when she has another woman between her legs. Almost without his awareness, Sirius strokes on his cock have become so frantic that he can hear the slap of his skin, and he fears they can as well, but he’s too far to care anymore. Clenching his teeth tightly, Sirius pulls three more times. He can’t stop the gasps, and when his orgasm rips through him he can’t stop the roar. He bites an article of clothing hanging next to him to muffle the sound, and he doesn’t let it go even as his gasps subside and die. His hips continue to jerk involuntarily, almost painfully, as he empties himself into his hand.
Sirius slumps against the closest wall behind him and slides to the floor, falling in a sticky, blissful heap among his dirty clothes. That’s the hardest he’s ever come in a good month, and for a moment he forgets where he is until Narcissa speaks again outside the door.
“You tell no one of this.” Suddenly, Narcissa turns her head over her shoulder, addressing the darkness behind her. “Especially you, cousin. If you breathe so much as a word, it will be the last you say - at least the last you say with such a deep voice.” She chuckles as she stands.
Sirius is frozen in the closet; he listens as Narcissa picks up her clothes and buttons them on again. He hears her voice, from farther away this time - probably in the doorway - say, “That was fun, dear. We should perhaps do it again sometime-if your discretion proves as trustworthy as I think it will.”
Lily makes a noise of agreement and then the door shuts with a click. She is silent for a moment, and then she giggles and sits up.
“Come out, you little spy,” she says in the direction of his closet. “I heard you quite enjoyed the show.”
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; female oral, masturbation, voyeurism
Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Narcissa Malfoy
Pairings: established Sirius/Lily, Lily/Narcissa
Word Count: 3,953
Note: This was written as a response to a prompt given by Jenna/aiseiri_47: Lily/Narcissa | Sirius is jealous. It's set in my AU head-canon in which Lily and James don't work out and Lily and Sirius are ~together instead, sort of. I've never written femmeslash before, so I hope this didn't come out horrendously. in any case, I actually enjoyed writing this and am now more partial to the Lily/Narcissa pairing. :)
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
Lily Evens claps along with everyone else as the bride and groom before her kiss. She’s happy for Jane and her new husband, she really is. In times like these, it is refreshing to remember that love can still thrive - especially now that her own love life is … well, less than thriving at the moment. She and James finally called it quits, and Sirius … well, Sirius is Sirius and he adds more than his fair share to the craziness.
Of course, Sirius is in attendance as well today, being close friends with Xavier. Sirius keeps trying to catch her eye, but Lily’s eyes dance around him, letting her gaze fall anywhere but him.
It is as she is trying to avoid Sirius that her eyes find someone else’s - and stay there a fraction of a second too long. The eyes are piercing blue and beautiful in a way that sends a jolt to her stomach and makes her head a little woozy. Their owner - a woman - has creamy pale skin that looks soft as down, and shimmery blonde hair framing her face.
Lily knows this woman, but for a moment she can’t place how or from where. She tries to make her gaze a little less obvious while still continuing to watch the woman until it clicks. Narcissa Black. This is Sirius’ cousin; she’d been at Hogwarts for only a few years while they were there, being several years older than Sirius. Lily doesn’t know much more than that about her, other than what Sirius has told her. From that Lily knows she should be repulsed by the young Black relative, and yet … she can’t seem to muster that particular emotion with regards to the beautiful woman in front of her.
Someone gets up to toast the newlyweds; as soon as they finish, the music starts up and people begin to take to the dance floor. It becomes more difficult for Lily to watch Narcissa, who is now talking with a blonde-haired man Lily hadn’t noticed before. People keep dancing in her line of vision until eventually Lily gives up and gets up to go to the bathroom.
Shaking her head as she walks, she tries to rid her mind of the image of the other woman. She isn’t sure why she finds Narcissa so fascinating and exquisite; Lily only knows that she can’t help but look at her.
Blessedly, there is no one else in the restroom, so Lily is able to go without having to wait. While she is in the stall, however, the click-clack of stiletto heels announce the arrival of someone else, and Lily watches the deep purple pumps cross to the stall next to her.
After washing her hands, Lily pauses a moment in front of the mirror to touch-up her make-up. It is as she is adding more lipstick that the toilet flushes. Next moment, Lily looks up from her lips and is startled to see those piercing blue eyes staring back at her. For a moment, she is paralyzed, hand frozen at her lips mid-swipe.
Narcissa’s lips curve up into a smirk. “Finish those lips, dear,” she says smoothly as she approaches the sink. “It’s unbecoming to stand there with your hand suspended and your mouth agape, not to mention your lipstick only half done.” What she says is harsh, Lily knows, and yet it still seems to come out like silk.
Immediately, Lily’s hand jumps back into action and finishes applying her lipstick.
“There now, that’s better,” Narcissa says, that smirk still ever present, as she runs her hands under the water. “Are you here for the bride or the groom?” she asks then, looking at her reflection and running a finger around her own lips.
Lily gulps, searching for her voice. When she finds it she says, “The-the bride,” still watching Narcissa, who is now intently fixing her hair.
“Sweet Jane,” Narcissa says, still not turning from her own reflection. “I am for her as well.” She pauses here, finally turning from the mirror to face Lily. Her eyes sparkle and she smiles slightly as she finishes, “We should get back to her.”
Yet Narcissa does not move toward the door, so Lily stays put as well, waiting for what she isn’t sure. Then Narcissa leans forward and brushes a lock of Lily’s bright red curls behind her ear. Narcissa’s hand brushes against Lily’s cheek as she does it; the light touch sends a chill down her spine and a flush to her face. It’s the softest touch she’s ever felt - both James and Sirius have rough hands, and neither of them have ever bothered too much about being gentle with her.
“You’re so pretty.” It startles Lily when Narcissa speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper this time. She steps close and adds, “Much too pretty for that oaf Potter.”
Lily takes a deep breath and replies, “Th-thank you.”
Before Lily can say anything else, the older woman has leaned in further still, closing the gap between them. When her lips touch Lily’s they are gentle, but forceful. Again, it surprises her how tender the touch is (she is used to chapped lips and jabbing tongues), yet Narcissa’s lips are still commanding.
“Your lipstick needs touching up, dear,” Narcissa whispers in her ear, brushing her lips lightly against Lily’s cheek as she stands up straight again. With a slight wink, she moves around Lily and walks out the door, leaving Lily breathless and exhilarated.
~*~
Sirius watches Lily make her way back to her seat in the crowd. She still doesn’t look in his direction - that is, until she’s forced to. The guests have forgone name cards and arranged seating and simply sat in whatever seat was closest when their feet got tired of dancing. What looks to be the only open seat is right next to Sirius. He grins.
“Sirius, don’t,” she says as soon as she lowers herself next to him. “I’m not in the mood.”
Putting on a scandalized expression, Sirius says, “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“I expect it’s something cheeky,” Lily banters right back; Sirius watches her fight a smile and his heart skips once.
Leaning into her, he simply says, “You look beautiful. That’s all.”
Lily turns away, but not before Sirius can see a flush creep into her face. She’s turned her cheek to Sirus, which is when he notices the stain.
“You’ve got-is that lipstick?” he asks, brushing a finger against her skin.
Lily pulls away, mumbling, “It’s nothing-I must have smeared it when I was re-applying in the bathroom.” But her demeanor has changed, she’s become suddenly much colder, and Sirius wonders why.
Neither of them gets up the rest of the evening, drinking whatever the waiters bring by and making small talk that feels unnatural compared to their usual banter and flirting. More than once, Sirius has caught Lily’s gaze trained elsewhere, and it is not until the fourth time this happens that she looks long enough for Sirius to follow the gaze. His eyes fall on his cousin, Narcissa, now a Malfoy. Narcissa doesn’t seem to notice him, but she smiles slyly at Lily before turning away again. When Sirius turns back to Lily, she’s gone to watching the bride and groom sway slowly together, as if nothing has just passed between herself and Sirius’ unpleasant relative.
Something stirs in Sirius’ chest, and at first he acknowledges it as merely the distaste he feels for his family. Yet the gnawing continues every time he looks at either Lily or Narcissa and it starts to feel like more than just a family feud.
When Sirius turns back to Lily, she is once again exchanging a coy smile with Narcissa, and this time Sirius knows what roars internally: envy. He knows that look from Lily; it’s a look she gives him when she wants him. It’s a look she gives after she’s kissed him.
Kissed.
And suddenly Sirius knows what he’d seen smeared across Lily’s cheek: Lipstick-Narcissa’s lipstick. From a kiss. A kiss on the cheek. But had that been all? It’s bad enough, for Lily to have been that close to another Black, but had that been all? Sirius glances over again at Narcissa, who is leaning in and listening to something the Malfoy snake is whispering in her ear. Her lips are turned up in a smile Sirius is all too familiar with, one every Black family member learns early and learns well.
It is the smile of a secret.
Yes, Sirius is certain that more than just a kiss on the cheek had transpired between Lily Evans and Narcissa Malfoy. And that knowledge burns fiery in his gut.
~*~
A week passes without Lily seeing Sirius, and even when she finally goes to him, there is an awkwardness they both refuse to acknowledge aloud. Sirius doesn’t say anything to Lily, and Lily doesn’t say anything to Sirius. But when he kisses and licks at her center, Lily closes her eyes and imagines blonde hair and soft lips between her legs, and Sirius pretends he doesn’t know who she wants him to be. Neither one of them does a particularly good job masking their true emotions.
And then, Lily sees her again. Her heart stops.
Shopping in Diagon Alley, Lily catches a glimpse of Narcissa through a window as she walks down the street. Lily freezes and her eyes follow Narcissa, thinking that Narcissa will pass without incident. She doesn’t realize that she’s holding her breath until Narcissa catches her eye and smiles, and Lily gasps.
“Are you all right, miss?” asks the sales witch behind her, having heard the gasp.
Lily shakes her head, breaking the gaze. “Fine,” she says, and when she looks up Narcissa is gone.
~*~
Narcissa grins to herself as she stops, watching Lily squirm through the window. She’s very aware of the affect she has on the girl, and she enjoys that power, especially considering it’s not a position she is granted often. Although Narcissa will never outwardly admit any fond feelings for the girl … she is curious, and she wants to take full advantage of this situation.
Making her decision, Narcissa stops on the street, abandoning her earlier shopping intentions and instead enters the shop.
Lily is checking out, handing over two Sickles and retrieving a bag with her purchases concealed inside. Narcissa waits close to the door as Lily turns and heads in her direction without noticing her at first.
Lily’s step falters when she finally sees Narcissa. Narcissa’s lips spread into a huge smile as she approaches, and when they are level she says, “Well hello. How are you?”
Lily’s smile is shaky with nerves, which only fuels Narcissa further. “F-fine,” Lily answers, “How are you?”
“Splendid,” says Narcissa. When she leans forward and places a hand on Lily’s arm, she discovers that the younger woman is trembling. Narcissa’s smile widens and she makes her decision right then. Leaning in further, Narcissa brushes her lips a hair’s width away from Lily’s skin; Lily’s response is another gasp and a tiny, tiny moan. “Come with me,” Narcissa breathes against her ear, and then she Disapparates on the spot.
~*~
Sirius hears the pop before he sees the new arrivals. As he turns the corner, Sirius catches sight of Lily and Narcissa. As soon as they have found their footing in the flat, Narcissa moves like a cat. Lily drops her shopping bag as Narcissa cups her face and kisses her full on the mouth.
Slightly surprised, Sirius slips back into the hallway with his back against the wall. Part of him wants to turn around again, but another part of his finds the whole thing perverse. That’s his cousin … and his Lily. His … whatever she is to him, but right now she’s out kissing someone else. A woman. It was one thing to know it had happened; it is entirely another to see it happening in his own flat that very minute.
There is a long sigh and then Narcissa’s voice, barely above a whisper, sounds. “The bedroom?”
Lily hesitates and the minute seems to stretch infinitely before she says, “This-this way. Just … let me make sure, before …” she trails off and Sirius hears them begin down the hall.
Moving without thinking, Sirius darts into the bedroom and finds shelter in the closet, leaving the door open a crack for viewing. His mind was still at war with itself, but his body has already seemed to have made its choice. He stands rooted to the spot, watching the bedroom door.
Lily enters first, peeking her head in and looking around, no doubt to check that Sirius is gone. Satisfied, she opens the door wider, and Narcissa follows her in. With her hand on the younger woman’s, Narcissa says, “Relax. It will be fine-and you’ll enjoy everything a lot more if you stop being so tense.”
“Enjoy-everything?” Lily’s voice cracks with anxiety, but the desire in her tone is obvious even to Sirius. He both winces and moans softly, his pants tightening at the thought of what might lay ahead.
“Yes,” Narcissa reaffirms. As she strokes Lily’s cheek softly with the back of her hand, she glances toward the closet. Sirius backs away into the shadows immediately, hoping against hope that Narcissa has not seen him hiding there. After a moment, Sirius creeps forward again and peers out the crack.
Narcissa has her hand against Lily’s cheek and they are kissing slowly, deeply. Her other hand moves to Lily’s chest and cup one of her breasts, kneading it gently between her fingers. Even Sirius can hear Lily’s resulting whimper from the closet.
Lily’s own hands are limp at her sides, though they are twitching in a way that Sirius knows means she wants to touch Narcissa. Narcissa seems to sense this as well, for after a moment her hands guide Lily’s, one around Narcissa’s waist and the other to her chest, all the while never breaking the kiss.
Sirius feels his jeans grow tighter still, and he curses himself, closing his eyes and backing away from the door momentarily. It’s enough that Lily, his Lily, is being groped by someone else. This is his cousin, his dirty Black cousin … but she is kissing Lily, and it is hot. Then Lily lets out another whimper, followed by a gasp that twists into a moan. Sirius’ cock throbs and he decides there is nothing else for it: he unzips to relieve some of the pressure and steps forward again. Cousin or not, he is stuck here, and his body is making the choice to enjoy it.
Lily and Narcissa were both wearing light robes, having been out shopping. Now, Narcissa gently shucks Lily of the garment, leaving her standing there in only her bra and underwear. Lily stands there boldly, letting Narcissa look her up and down, fresh eyes seeing her body for the first time.
Sirius, of course, has seen the beautiful landscape that is Lily many times before, but it never gets less exciting - especially considering that this time, the show isn’t supposed to be for him. Sirius sighs quietly and palms himself.
When he peeks out again, Narcissa is kneeling in front of Lily with one of Lily’s breasts in her mouth. Lily, head thrown back and long red hair cascading down to tickle the top of her butt, lets out another moan and tangles her fingers in Narcissa’s short hair.
“Fucking hell,” Sirius whispers to himself. He adjusts again before pulling down his jeans just a bit. He’s not wearing anything else, so his cock slips out over the top of the waistline, half-hard already.
Narcissa now removes her own clothing. Sirius tries hard to focus on Lily, to not look at his naked cousin, but his eyes refuse to cooperate. And Narcissa, unlike Lily, was not wearing anything underneath her ropes. She is stark naked now, and even Sirius has to admit she has a beautiful body. She is slightly plumper than Lily, but it means her breasts are larger too. She pushes them together and, answering Lily’s hungry gaze, says, “Go on-taste them.”
Lily hesitates, uncertainty in her eyes. She knows what will feel good; she’s told Sirius what to do countless times … but she’s never done it herself. Narcissa gives that familiar sly smile again, and then reaches for Lily’s hand, which she guides to her breast. Lily cups it gently, weighing it’s heaviness in her hand. She’s used to her own smaller ones, Sirius knows, so this is a new feeling for her. Sirius, however, has had a heavy breast in his palm before, and the memory is tangible as he cups the air with one hand and his cock with the other.
Both women are still in heels - Sirius groans a little more audibly than he’d have liked - and in them, Narcissa and Lily are the same height. Lily drops to her knees so that she is level with Narcissa’s chest, her tongue peeking out between her lips. Leaning forward, she tentatively licks the tip of Narcissa’s nipple. The older woman moans and reaches up to tangle her hands in Lily’s wild red hair, guiding her slowly forward. Lily’s eyes are pointing up, watching Narcissa as she takes a breast in her mouth and sucks cautiously.
Moaning again, Sirius pushes his jeans down further and grips himself more firmly. He covers his mouth with the other hand.
Lily grows steadily bolder in her attention to Narcissa’s chest, sucking hard and using her tongue more. She moves between both of Narcissa’s breasts, giving them both equal time. As she does, her right hand moves from Narcissa’s waist, dancing along her lower abdomen before moving between her legs and trailing along her thigh. Lily teases Narcissa’s entrance, playing with the small tuft of dark hair there. She pauses, looks down at her fingers and then back up and Narcissa, and then pushes forward.
Narcissa closes her eyes and moans loudly, grinding slowly against Lily’s fingers. From here, Sirius can’t see quite what Lily is doing to her, but if her direction to him could be an indication, he had quite a good idea. Lily continues to tease Narcissa’s breasts while she works Narcissa’s core with her fingers, growing bolder in her movements as she works. The timid, nervous Lily from earlier has been replaced with the fiery one Sirius is more accustomed to, especially in the bedroom. Narcissa is trembling and gasping against her, gripping and releasing Lily’s hair and leaning over her as she reaches her climax. Suddenly she stops moving, and then she throws her head back, her hair cascading around her, and lets out a guttural moan.
Sirius has been stroking himself steadily but tenderly through all this, but when Narcissa looks up and opens her eyes, he is reminded of just who he is watching. He pauses, and a shiver runs through him as he gets that feeling once again that Narcissa knows he is there, watching. If she does, she makes no outward revelation of it, however, and instead pulls Lily up to take her mouth again.
When the kiss is finished, Narcissa says against Lily’s lips, “That was very good. See, there is nothing for you to be nervous about. Now,” she says, pushing against Lily’s sternum so that the younger woman takes a step back. “Lie down and let me return the favor.”
Lily lets Narcissa push her gently against the bed - Sirius’ bed - and guides her legs so that they’re bent at the knee, spread wide. The way they fall against the bed leaves Lily’s open legs directly in front of Sirius’ hiding place, and for a moment Narcissa is off to the side, giving Sirius an unobstructed view. He groans loudly, the sound muffled only slightly by his hand, and pulls furiously again on his cock.
Lily arches her back and Narcissa unclasps her bra, freeing Lily’s breasts. She places small kisses against the nipple of each; Lily squirms under her and Narcissa chuckles as she moves down, pulling Lily’s underwear off fluidly as she does.
“Wet already, I see,” says Narcissa, her eyes twinkling mischievously as looks first at Lily’s lower lips and then up at Lily’s face again. Narcissa arches her eyebrow as she says, “Marvelous,” before she lowers her head between Lily’s spread thighs.
Suddenly, a fire erupts again in Sirius’ chest, the same one he’d felt after seeing Lily and Narcissa exchange glances at the wedding. For one wild moment, Sirius has the urge to burst out of his closet and rip Narcissa off Lily; he wants to finish the job himself. Lily moans loudly, however, breaking Sirius out of his reverie. When he looks the anger abates. The erotic scene before him is far too much to let his anger fester.
Narcissa hooks one of Lily’s legs over her shoulder, the other falls to the side. One of Narcissa’s hands is up teasing one of Lily’s breasts, while the other hand aides her at Lily’s center. Sirius can’t see what Narcissa is doing, but judging by the familiar noises coming from Lily, it’s something that is bringing her close to the edge. Lily twists and grinds against Narcissa, gasping and cursing as she always does when she’s about to come. While one hand grips Narcissa’s hair, Sirius watches the other tremble and jerk and finally grip the sheets and pull tightly. Lily suddenly sits up, pulling the sheet with her and shouting, “FUCK!”
It’s something Sirius has seen many times before, Lily Evans reaching her completion, but for some reason it affects him more than it ever has when she has another woman between her legs. Almost without his awareness, Sirius strokes on his cock have become so frantic that he can hear the slap of his skin, and he fears they can as well, but he’s too far to care anymore. Clenching his teeth tightly, Sirius pulls three more times. He can’t stop the gasps, and when his orgasm rips through him he can’t stop the roar. He bites an article of clothing hanging next to him to muffle the sound, and he doesn’t let it go even as his gasps subside and die. His hips continue to jerk involuntarily, almost painfully, as he empties himself into his hand.
Sirius slumps against the closest wall behind him and slides to the floor, falling in a sticky, blissful heap among his dirty clothes. That’s the hardest he’s ever come in a good month, and for a moment he forgets where he is until Narcissa speaks again outside the door.
“You tell no one of this.” Suddenly, Narcissa turns her head over her shoulder, addressing the darkness behind her. “Especially you, cousin. If you breathe so much as a word, it will be the last you say - at least the last you say with such a deep voice.” She chuckles as she stands.
Sirius is frozen in the closet; he listens as Narcissa picks up her clothes and buttons them on again. He hears her voice, from farther away this time - probably in the doorway - say, “That was fun, dear. We should perhaps do it again sometime-if your discretion proves as trustworthy as I think it will.”
Lily makes a noise of agreement and then the door shuts with a click. She is silent for a moment, and then she giggles and sits up.
“Come out, you little spy,” she says in the direction of his closet. “I heard you quite enjoyed the show.”