Dustcovers and Straps, Part One of Two
Dustcovers and Straps
James/Lily/Remus
For alittlewhisper; one of two PWPs
Sorry it took so long, darling! Missed ya.
Her hair glowed against the backdrop of the bookshelves; it was a hot, rich cascade of red whereas they were faded leather and dark wood. She gleamed, still dressed in Muggle clothes after visiting her parents. Her skin was like cream picked out with hints of gold.
Lily sat on the desk, her skirt spread down across her thighs. Delectable hints of garters peeked out under the slightly pleated edge. She wore sensible leather shoes, flats, with a strap across the top of the foot. Somehow even those shoes sent a tremulous pulse straight to James' loins. He watched as she bent, showing a pale double-curve of breasts, to unbuckle one strap. Her foot came out, dainty and delicate, meshed in the sheer black of her stockings.
He knelt in front of the desk and took it in his hand, massaging the arch just behind the ball of her foot, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles, back and forth along her foot. He bent to press a soft kiss against the top of it as his fingers worked.
Lily purred softly, arching her neck. Holding the shoe delicately by its strap, she tossed it in a corner and placed her hands flat on the desk, watching him.
James was delicately working at her long, dexterous toes. He found the way they could curl and play across his skin hopelessly erotic. When he let go of that foot, he unbuckled her other shoe, and repeated the process, earning another low, purring moan and the caressing rub of her other foot against his shoulder and arm.
Lily ran her fingers through his hair, caressing the scalp with the very tips of her fingernails. She rubbed the outer edge of his ear and massaged the lobe of it, and he leaned gratefully into the touch. It ran along his veins in a trembling, molten rush.
James let his hand trail up her small ankle, across the athletic curve of muscle on her calf, behind the sensitive knee (she jumped slightly, and smiled as if it tickled, brushing a bit of her hair back over one ear so that her earring sparkled violet, swung against her neck) and up her smooth bare thigh to slide beneath the taut tension of the garter.
Lily caressed the back of his hand slightly, but shook her head. "Why don't you go bring Remus in here?"
James grinned, rose to his feet and saluted.
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They looked so beautiful together. James, as always, was the infinitely eager. The confident tangle of black hair and energy, bone and muscle and heart-melting smiles. Remus was reserved, perhaps a little nervous, though he moved with the natural grace that was his own, mingled with the serene knowledge that comes of shared intimacy of the body. James' hand was dark against the grey color of Remus' jacket. Remus' lower lip was quite unconsciously and enticingly emphasized by his expression as he spoke in a quiet, urgent tone.
Lily's clitoris quickened suddenly. She spoke, to get their attention. "Remus, why don't you sit down in that chair over there? James, why don't you help him relax?"
Remus smiled vaguely in her direction and took the offered seat. The deep mahogany color of the leather framed his already-silvering hair and the new stubble on his strong jaw, making him look younger. It also brought out his eyes to a stunning blue that she could clearly see from across the room.
James unbuttoned the first two buttons of his robe collar, exposing his collarbone and a bit of muscular chest. His smile was something between rakish and impish, the smile that always set Lily's skin tingling. She watched as he prowled over to Remus and raised one knee up on to the chair, forearms leaning against the rounded back just behind Remus' head. It put their bodies very close. Remus' eyes half-closed, breathing in James' nearness.
James raised his other knee into place, straddling Remus' lap, and then leaned in to kiss him. She watched the glow upon their faces, the sensual candy of two pairs of gorgeous mouths moving against each other with hard, sweet, insistent passion. James' hand lifted, so dark, to press against the side of Remus' face. Remus' hands closed firmly over James' hips. They leaned so deeply into it that James' mouth was eclipsed momentarily by Remus' lips, James arching wantonly against him. Lily watched almost visible heat radiate from them as James pulled back, showing her how Remus had caught and lightly bitten his lower lip, letting it stretch between them.
She slipped one earring out of her ear and let it fall to the desk. The sound of its contact drew both pair of eyes to her. She removed the other earring, then slid her skirt slowly up her thigh, unsnapping her garter strap in order to roll her silk stocking languorously downward. She was hot and pulsing simply from the knowledge that both of them were watching her. She spread her legs slightly before rolling down the other stocking, wrapping them around her hands and pulling them out in a sharp stretch. She could feel the almost vulpine quality of the smile on her lips.
James took hold of one of Remus' hands, moving it from his back, and stood up. He led Remus to her and released him, in order to kneel once again between his wife's thighs. She looked down past the crystalline concave of his glasses into beautifully enlarged brown eyes, honey deep and dilated. His eyelashes were long and thick as he lowered them.
He slid both his hands upward, fingers fully spread, along her thighs. His thumbs brushed the delicate, sensitive skin of their inner cores. The heat of his palms echoed the growing heat his thumbs were approaching. Her breathing quickened. She watched his eyes as both of his thumbs stroked down the center line of her blue satin panties. His fingers curved in to the waistband and pulled them slowly down until they stretched to their limit over Lily's spread ankles.
James leaned in and kissed her red pubic hair. She felt his hot tongue slide in a figure-eight down toward the nub of her clitoris. His mouth opened for her, sucking her labia inside. His tongue parted it, pressing in, moving in slow and demanding circles. She gasped and braced herself against his shoulder with one hand.
With her other hand, Lily opened her blouse and shrugged it off behind her. In the cups of her bra, her nipples were hard, taut and tingling. Just the feeling of the material against them was almost too much for her. She reached behind herself to unsnap it, and as the bra fell away from her full breasts, let out a tiny whimper of ultimate pleasure as Remus leaned in from James' left and took one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled it, harder than the motion of James' mouth, which still sent her into clouds of desperate euphoria. She could feel the calluses on Remus' hand as he toyed with her other breast, stroking it gently.
She wrapped her other hand around Remus’ neck, fingertips playing through his soft hair. Gasping, trembling, unable to know which way to lean, she simply abandoned herself to the feeling until it brought her. Until she had to lie back across the desk because of the shaking in her legs, and two sets of fingers, two mouths, unrelenting, pushed her past that and into the realm where her entire body was caught and wracked by ecstasy, rising from the desk and downward again with the force of her orgasm.
She lay there, momentarily exhausted by afterglow, and watched them. James had a sweet, secret smile on his lips. A smile of knowing pleasure. Remus looked more as if he were still puzzling through something in his mind, but his eyes were warm and sparkling.
James/Lily/Remus
For alittlewhisper; one of two PWPs
Sorry it took so long, darling! Missed ya.
Her hair glowed against the backdrop of the bookshelves; it was a hot, rich cascade of red whereas they were faded leather and dark wood. She gleamed, still dressed in Muggle clothes after visiting her parents. Her skin was like cream picked out with hints of gold.
Lily sat on the desk, her skirt spread down across her thighs. Delectable hints of garters peeked out under the slightly pleated edge. She wore sensible leather shoes, flats, with a strap across the top of the foot. Somehow even those shoes sent a tremulous pulse straight to James' loins. He watched as she bent, showing a pale double-curve of breasts, to unbuckle one strap. Her foot came out, dainty and delicate, meshed in the sheer black of her stockings.
He knelt in front of the desk and took it in his hand, massaging the arch just behind the ball of her foot, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles, back and forth along her foot. He bent to press a soft kiss against the top of it as his fingers worked.
Lily purred softly, arching her neck. Holding the shoe delicately by its strap, she tossed it in a corner and placed her hands flat on the desk, watching him.
James was delicately working at her long, dexterous toes. He found the way they could curl and play across his skin hopelessly erotic. When he let go of that foot, he unbuckled her other shoe, and repeated the process, earning another low, purring moan and the caressing rub of her other foot against his shoulder and arm.
Lily ran her fingers through his hair, caressing the scalp with the very tips of her fingernails. She rubbed the outer edge of his ear and massaged the lobe of it, and he leaned gratefully into the touch. It ran along his veins in a trembling, molten rush.
James let his hand trail up her small ankle, across the athletic curve of muscle on her calf, behind the sensitive knee (she jumped slightly, and smiled as if it tickled, brushing a bit of her hair back over one ear so that her earring sparkled violet, swung against her neck) and up her smooth bare thigh to slide beneath the taut tension of the garter.
Lily caressed the back of his hand slightly, but shook her head. "Why don't you go bring Remus in here?"
James grinned, rose to his feet and saluted.
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They looked so beautiful together. James, as always, was the infinitely eager. The confident tangle of black hair and energy, bone and muscle and heart-melting smiles. Remus was reserved, perhaps a little nervous, though he moved with the natural grace that was his own, mingled with the serene knowledge that comes of shared intimacy of the body. James' hand was dark against the grey color of Remus' jacket. Remus' lower lip was quite unconsciously and enticingly emphasized by his expression as he spoke in a quiet, urgent tone.
Lily's clitoris quickened suddenly. She spoke, to get their attention. "Remus, why don't you sit down in that chair over there? James, why don't you help him relax?"
Remus smiled vaguely in her direction and took the offered seat. The deep mahogany color of the leather framed his already-silvering hair and the new stubble on his strong jaw, making him look younger. It also brought out his eyes to a stunning blue that she could clearly see from across the room.
James unbuttoned the first two buttons of his robe collar, exposing his collarbone and a bit of muscular chest. His smile was something between rakish and impish, the smile that always set Lily's skin tingling. She watched as he prowled over to Remus and raised one knee up on to the chair, forearms leaning against the rounded back just behind Remus' head. It put their bodies very close. Remus' eyes half-closed, breathing in James' nearness.
James raised his other knee into place, straddling Remus' lap, and then leaned in to kiss him. She watched the glow upon their faces, the sensual candy of two pairs of gorgeous mouths moving against each other with hard, sweet, insistent passion. James' hand lifted, so dark, to press against the side of Remus' face. Remus' hands closed firmly over James' hips. They leaned so deeply into it that James' mouth was eclipsed momentarily by Remus' lips, James arching wantonly against him. Lily watched almost visible heat radiate from them as James pulled back, showing her how Remus had caught and lightly bitten his lower lip, letting it stretch between them.
She slipped one earring out of her ear and let it fall to the desk. The sound of its contact drew both pair of eyes to her. She removed the other earring, then slid her skirt slowly up her thigh, unsnapping her garter strap in order to roll her silk stocking languorously downward. She was hot and pulsing simply from the knowledge that both of them were watching her. She spread her legs slightly before rolling down the other stocking, wrapping them around her hands and pulling them out in a sharp stretch. She could feel the almost vulpine quality of the smile on her lips.
James took hold of one of Remus' hands, moving it from his back, and stood up. He led Remus to her and released him, in order to kneel once again between his wife's thighs. She looked down past the crystalline concave of his glasses into beautifully enlarged brown eyes, honey deep and dilated. His eyelashes were long and thick as he lowered them.
He slid both his hands upward, fingers fully spread, along her thighs. His thumbs brushed the delicate, sensitive skin of their inner cores. The heat of his palms echoed the growing heat his thumbs were approaching. Her breathing quickened. She watched his eyes as both of his thumbs stroked down the center line of her blue satin panties. His fingers curved in to the waistband and pulled them slowly down until they stretched to their limit over Lily's spread ankles.
James leaned in and kissed her red pubic hair. She felt his hot tongue slide in a figure-eight down toward the nub of her clitoris. His mouth opened for her, sucking her labia inside. His tongue parted it, pressing in, moving in slow and demanding circles. She gasped and braced herself against his shoulder with one hand.
With her other hand, Lily opened her blouse and shrugged it off behind her. In the cups of her bra, her nipples were hard, taut and tingling. Just the feeling of the material against them was almost too much for her. She reached behind herself to unsnap it, and as the bra fell away from her full breasts, let out a tiny whimper of ultimate pleasure as Remus leaned in from James' left and took one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled it, harder than the motion of James' mouth, which still sent her into clouds of desperate euphoria. She could feel the calluses on Remus' hand as he toyed with her other breast, stroking it gently.
She wrapped her other hand around Remus’ neck, fingertips playing through his soft hair. Gasping, trembling, unable to know which way to lean, she simply abandoned herself to the feeling until it brought her. Until she had to lie back across the desk because of the shaking in her legs, and two sets of fingers, two mouths, unrelenting, pushed her past that and into the realm where her entire body was caught and wracked by ecstasy, rising from the desk and downward again with the force of her orgasm.
She lay there, momentarily exhausted by afterglow, and watched them. James had a sweet, secret smile on his lips. A smile of knowing pleasure. Remus looked more as if he were still puzzling through something in his mind, but his eyes were warm and sparkling.