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Gift fic for Sun and Smut participants and watchers!
TO: The sunandsmut participants and watchers!
FROM: ANONMOUS
TITLE: Convergence
PAIRING: Hermione/Remus, Harry/Remus, Harry/Hermione/Remus
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Harry thinks he can't have what he wants, so he watches instead. But will what he wants be forever out of reach?
WARNINGS: Voyeurism, slash
DISCLAIMER: These characters are owned by JK Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended..
AUTHOR NOTES: With thanks to my beta, F, and to tarie for her incredible patience with me while I had my muses hunted down and shot. I hope you enjoy it.
Hermione
He smelt of soap. Not cleanser, or body wash. Soap; the way her father used to smell in the morning before the day's fluoride and chemicals clung to him. It just made me more aware of how bad I must smell after being holed up in this place for the last week. I was so glad to see him, so glad to know they'd been looking for me. I wanted to run into his arms, but I hesitated, self-conscious about how dirty I was.
"You found me."
"I found you." He held his arms open and I stepped into them.
"I smell. My wand broke and I couldn't get home. I'm sorry I smell." I buried my face into his shoulder, dirt and tears smudging against his shoulder. I didn't want to think about how hungry I was, or how I'd come so close to trying to apparate with my broken wand.
"You smell beautiful," he said as he kissed my hair. "Though I guess a shower would help."
I thrilled at his arms around me, glad it was him they'd sent, glad I could steal a kiss before we went back.
"Ready to go back to civilization?"
I nodded, and as my lips touched his the world lurched around us. When I opened my eyes we were back at Grimmauld Place surrounded by the Order.
They crowded around me, asking if I was alright, wanting to know what had happened.
"Let's let her get cleaned up first." I smiled my thanks for his stepping in.
"Yes." Molly was always there. "Upstairs with you, young lady." I shuffled upstairs and stripped, letting the hot water wash over me. Wash away the week that I'd spent huddling under my torn cloak, desperate for food and wishing only for those arms to hold me.
Remus
I quietly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the steam that filled it.
She was here. We'd found her, and I'd brought her back. A week of worrying, thinking she was dead, and wanting to go after her. And no one knew about us, so no one knew how desperately I needed her back.
She didn't turn around at the sound of the door. I was still clothed when I reached under the water to take the soap from her hands. I worked it into a lather, moving it across her back and under her arms. I paused when my fingers brushed her breasts, then moved my hands away. No matter how desperately I wanted her, she deserved a rest.
Her hands moved over mine and pulled them back to cover her breasts.
"Hermione…."
"Please, Remus."
I stepped under the water. She knelt and undid my pants, releasing the erection that had been straining since I walked into the bathroom.
"Hermione…" I didn't have the strength to stop her putting her mouth around me. But I didn't let her stay there either. "Stand up."
I turned her around and pushed down on her back. She stood, bent at right angles, arms and head resting on the wall. I eased into her, but it didn't take long for the tight feeling to take over. With each thrust my arse banged against the cold tiles. My fingers dug in and I knew I was leaving bruises, but I didn't care. She was alive. She tilted her hips and I knew she was seeking the right angle for my thrusts as she so often did. It was rough and it was fast and I wanted to give her more on her first day back in civilization, but I couldn't.
But after she came, when she collapsed in tears under the water, I could hold her until the tears stopped. That I could do.
Harry
The first time was an accident. It's an old house. An old wizard's house, and Sirius showed me some of the passages before he died. I heard Remus' moans as I walked through the passage and wondered if he was masturbating, until I came to the mirror that allowed a vision of the room.
She was riding him, her hair hanging down her back, hips moving forcefully. I wanted to run in there and stop them. Say 'get off, he's mine!'.
But something stopped me. Maybe I didn't want Hermione to know I was gay, or Remus to know how much he meant. Maybe it was just that this war had finally taught me to think before acting. But I decided to watch instead. As I watched, something changed. I'd never seen a woman like this before, never even thought it. She looked beautiful like this, all curves and strength and open-mouthed pleasure and as she let out a throaty growl of completion I knew I wanted her. Wanted, but clearly could not have. So I took to watching instead.
Sometimes I'd wait until I'd watched her orgasm then sneak back downstairs. If I made some noise on the way up I'd hear the telltale pop of Hermione apparating away, and with his erection still hard and moist from her he'd enter me, fierce and fast, reaching for release. Sometimes I'd just stand and watch, my hand working furiously as I tried to time my orgasm with hers.
Tonight I wanted him. I made my way downstairs and made a racket coming up the main way. I heard her apparate away, and walked through the door.
Remus
I'd never felt guilty about these two sides of me until this war. Until I'd taken two innocents who I had watched grow up, two who had been asked time and again to make sacrifices, and I'd taken their innocence for my own pleasure. They'd come to me for comfort and I offered only heartbreak, even if they didn't know that yet.
Despite the guilt, I could no more give up Harry then I could Hermione, and when she apparated away I grabbed my cock, keeping it hard for Harry.
"You're waiting for me," he said as he walked in.
"Yes."
His clothes disappeared as he walked towards me. He knelt and took me in his mouth. He was swallowing both of us, her juice clinging to my flesh, and I almost came thinking of it.
"Wait, Harry. That's too fast."
He pulled away from me, an intense look in his eyes. "Turn over."
I did as he asked, raising myself on my knees, but he pushed my lower back so I was flat on the bed, my face buried in the pillow. He pushed my legs apart roughly, and I shivered as his fingers entered me. There was lubricant close by and it was only a few moments before his cock slid in. Harry's body was pressed close to mine, his hands over mine, his war-hardened body holding me still.
I heard the door as his hips began to move.
"Guys, I can't slee-"
I'm sure if I could see us, I'd laugh as Harry and I both turn our heads. I see her close the door behind her and step forward.
"Hermione…" Harry sounds as if he wants to say something, but no words come out. His hands still cover mine. If I could move, I'd reach my wand and stun her, make it easier to obliviate her afterwards. But we are all caught, frozen. Waiting.
Convergence
It was Hermione that broke the tableau first. She touched Harry's back as she walked past.
"Keep moving."
She shed her clothes as Harry resumed his thrusts. Both their eyes followed her as she settled on a chair beside the bed. Remus shook off Harry's hand and reached out to her.
"Don't touch me! You don't get to touch me."
She didn't understand why she stayed, but one hand reached up to her nipple and the other moved between her legs. Remus' mouth was open, and she recognized the noises, the short gasps and longer moans as he came closer to orgasm. But it was Harry she watched. His muscles tensed across his back and thighs as his hips moved. His eyes didn't leave hers, his face unmoving although his thrusts were getting faster as her fingers sped up.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Remus knew that they were absorbed in each other, that he was extraneous to this. Hermione's eyes were locked on Harry, and Harry wasn't focused on him. His hands were on the bed, not touching Remus, and the normal dirty words were absent. Somehow Remus knew there attention was elsewhere and he bucked his hips, trying to get Harry's attention back on him.
"Hold still." The strong hand was at his neck. "Hermione gets to watch."
They turned their heads as a small moan escaped her mouth.
Harry was amazed at how close she was. He'd never smelt her before, not just her. He'd only smelt the mingled smells of she and Remus, but this scent filled the room, overwhelming him, tempting him to have a taste. If only he wasn't so close, if only Remus wasn't so tight. He was desperately holding tight to his control, wanting to come at the same time as Hermione, as he had so often before.
"Please," he breathed, and somehow the word traveled into the centre of them, freezing them for a second. He watched Hermione's chest rise and fall as her fingers slowly began to move across her clitoris again. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, a look of intense concentration crossing her face. It was only a moment before it broke, a flush crossing her face and chest as her back arched and a low growl echoed around the room. Two strokes and Harry could feel Remus tighten, the familiar tremors running through his body.
"Come, Harry." Her fingers were moving quickly again, and Hermione felt the tension building. Remus had come, but Harry still moved, his pace getting ever quicker so she wondered how he could still be moving. "Please."
She wanted to see him come, wanting to see the cool control that had become a part of him during the war. Those intense eyes were looking at her, and she wanted nothing more than to give in to the shocks that were traveling through her body and orgasm under his gaze.
"Please," she begged again, and finally it happened. His mouth opened and a low, musical moan escaped, the expression in his eyes changing, like liquid was flowing through them and as he watched, as she knew the rush was coursing through his body, she allowed the pleasure to charge through her.
Afterwards, as their breathing returned to normal, she struggled for something to say. Harry eased out of Remus and stood facing her. She reached up to touch his cheek, then let her hand drop.
It was the coward's way out, but she didn't care as she apparated away.
FROM: ANONMOUS
TITLE: Convergence
PAIRING: Hermione/Remus, Harry/Remus, Harry/Hermione/Remus
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Harry thinks he can't have what he wants, so he watches instead. But will what he wants be forever out of reach?
WARNINGS: Voyeurism, slash
DISCLAIMER: These characters are owned by JK Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended..
AUTHOR NOTES: With thanks to my beta, F, and to tarie for her incredible patience with me while I had my muses hunted down and shot. I hope you enjoy it.
Hermione
He smelt of soap. Not cleanser, or body wash. Soap; the way her father used to smell in the morning before the day's fluoride and chemicals clung to him. It just made me more aware of how bad I must smell after being holed up in this place for the last week. I was so glad to see him, so glad to know they'd been looking for me. I wanted to run into his arms, but I hesitated, self-conscious about how dirty I was.
"You found me."
"I found you." He held his arms open and I stepped into them.
"I smell. My wand broke and I couldn't get home. I'm sorry I smell." I buried my face into his shoulder, dirt and tears smudging against his shoulder. I didn't want to think about how hungry I was, or how I'd come so close to trying to apparate with my broken wand.
"You smell beautiful," he said as he kissed my hair. "Though I guess a shower would help."
I thrilled at his arms around me, glad it was him they'd sent, glad I could steal a kiss before we went back.
"Ready to go back to civilization?"
I nodded, and as my lips touched his the world lurched around us. When I opened my eyes we were back at Grimmauld Place surrounded by the Order.
They crowded around me, asking if I was alright, wanting to know what had happened.
"Let's let her get cleaned up first." I smiled my thanks for his stepping in.
"Yes." Molly was always there. "Upstairs with you, young lady." I shuffled upstairs and stripped, letting the hot water wash over me. Wash away the week that I'd spent huddling under my torn cloak, desperate for food and wishing only for those arms to hold me.
Remus
I quietly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the steam that filled it.
She was here. We'd found her, and I'd brought her back. A week of worrying, thinking she was dead, and wanting to go after her. And no one knew about us, so no one knew how desperately I needed her back.
She didn't turn around at the sound of the door. I was still clothed when I reached under the water to take the soap from her hands. I worked it into a lather, moving it across her back and under her arms. I paused when my fingers brushed her breasts, then moved my hands away. No matter how desperately I wanted her, she deserved a rest.
Her hands moved over mine and pulled them back to cover her breasts.
"Hermione…."
"Please, Remus."
I stepped under the water. She knelt and undid my pants, releasing the erection that had been straining since I walked into the bathroom.
"Hermione…" I didn't have the strength to stop her putting her mouth around me. But I didn't let her stay there either. "Stand up."
I turned her around and pushed down on her back. She stood, bent at right angles, arms and head resting on the wall. I eased into her, but it didn't take long for the tight feeling to take over. With each thrust my arse banged against the cold tiles. My fingers dug in and I knew I was leaving bruises, but I didn't care. She was alive. She tilted her hips and I knew she was seeking the right angle for my thrusts as she so often did. It was rough and it was fast and I wanted to give her more on her first day back in civilization, but I couldn't.
But after she came, when she collapsed in tears under the water, I could hold her until the tears stopped. That I could do.
Harry
The first time was an accident. It's an old house. An old wizard's house, and Sirius showed me some of the passages before he died. I heard Remus' moans as I walked through the passage and wondered if he was masturbating, until I came to the mirror that allowed a vision of the room.
She was riding him, her hair hanging down her back, hips moving forcefully. I wanted to run in there and stop them. Say 'get off, he's mine!'.
But something stopped me. Maybe I didn't want Hermione to know I was gay, or Remus to know how much he meant. Maybe it was just that this war had finally taught me to think before acting. But I decided to watch instead. As I watched, something changed. I'd never seen a woman like this before, never even thought it. She looked beautiful like this, all curves and strength and open-mouthed pleasure and as she let out a throaty growl of completion I knew I wanted her. Wanted, but clearly could not have. So I took to watching instead.
Sometimes I'd wait until I'd watched her orgasm then sneak back downstairs. If I made some noise on the way up I'd hear the telltale pop of Hermione apparating away, and with his erection still hard and moist from her he'd enter me, fierce and fast, reaching for release. Sometimes I'd just stand and watch, my hand working furiously as I tried to time my orgasm with hers.
Tonight I wanted him. I made my way downstairs and made a racket coming up the main way. I heard her apparate away, and walked through the door.
Remus
I'd never felt guilty about these two sides of me until this war. Until I'd taken two innocents who I had watched grow up, two who had been asked time and again to make sacrifices, and I'd taken their innocence for my own pleasure. They'd come to me for comfort and I offered only heartbreak, even if they didn't know that yet.
Despite the guilt, I could no more give up Harry then I could Hermione, and when she apparated away I grabbed my cock, keeping it hard for Harry.
"You're waiting for me," he said as he walked in.
"Yes."
His clothes disappeared as he walked towards me. He knelt and took me in his mouth. He was swallowing both of us, her juice clinging to my flesh, and I almost came thinking of it.
"Wait, Harry. That's too fast."
He pulled away from me, an intense look in his eyes. "Turn over."
I did as he asked, raising myself on my knees, but he pushed my lower back so I was flat on the bed, my face buried in the pillow. He pushed my legs apart roughly, and I shivered as his fingers entered me. There was lubricant close by and it was only a few moments before his cock slid in. Harry's body was pressed close to mine, his hands over mine, his war-hardened body holding me still.
I heard the door as his hips began to move.
"Guys, I can't slee-"
I'm sure if I could see us, I'd laugh as Harry and I both turn our heads. I see her close the door behind her and step forward.
"Hermione…" Harry sounds as if he wants to say something, but no words come out. His hands still cover mine. If I could move, I'd reach my wand and stun her, make it easier to obliviate her afterwards. But we are all caught, frozen. Waiting.
Convergence
It was Hermione that broke the tableau first. She touched Harry's back as she walked past.
"Keep moving."
She shed her clothes as Harry resumed his thrusts. Both their eyes followed her as she settled on a chair beside the bed. Remus shook off Harry's hand and reached out to her.
"Don't touch me! You don't get to touch me."
She didn't understand why she stayed, but one hand reached up to her nipple and the other moved between her legs. Remus' mouth was open, and she recognized the noises, the short gasps and longer moans as he came closer to orgasm. But it was Harry she watched. His muscles tensed across his back and thighs as his hips moved. His eyes didn't leave hers, his face unmoving although his thrusts were getting faster as her fingers sped up.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Remus knew that they were absorbed in each other, that he was extraneous to this. Hermione's eyes were locked on Harry, and Harry wasn't focused on him. His hands were on the bed, not touching Remus, and the normal dirty words were absent. Somehow Remus knew there attention was elsewhere and he bucked his hips, trying to get Harry's attention back on him.
"Hold still." The strong hand was at his neck. "Hermione gets to watch."
They turned their heads as a small moan escaped her mouth.
Harry was amazed at how close she was. He'd never smelt her before, not just her. He'd only smelt the mingled smells of she and Remus, but this scent filled the room, overwhelming him, tempting him to have a taste. If only he wasn't so close, if only Remus wasn't so tight. He was desperately holding tight to his control, wanting to come at the same time as Hermione, as he had so often before.
"Please," he breathed, and somehow the word traveled into the centre of them, freezing them for a second. He watched Hermione's chest rise and fall as her fingers slowly began to move across her clitoris again. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, a look of intense concentration crossing her face. It was only a moment before it broke, a flush crossing her face and chest as her back arched and a low growl echoed around the room. Two strokes and Harry could feel Remus tighten, the familiar tremors running through his body.
"Come, Harry." Her fingers were moving quickly again, and Hermione felt the tension building. Remus had come, but Harry still moved, his pace getting ever quicker so she wondered how he could still be moving. "Please."
She wanted to see him come, wanting to see the cool control that had become a part of him during the war. Those intense eyes were looking at her, and she wanted nothing more than to give in to the shocks that were traveling through her body and orgasm under his gaze.
"Please," she begged again, and finally it happened. His mouth opened and a low, musical moan escaped, the expression in his eyes changing, like liquid was flowing through them and as he watched, as she knew the rush was coursing through his body, she allowed the pleasure to charge through her.
Afterwards, as their breathing returned to normal, she struggled for something to say. Harry eased out of Remus and stood facing her. She reached up to touch his cheek, then let her hand drop.
It was the coward's way out, but she didn't care as she apparated away.