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[She leans forward, presses back against his hand, and moves a bit, just to lift a foot up at the knee, barely bending over to take off a wet sock, and then doing it again.]

And then what?

[She fixes her eyes up on him and her hands go back to his shirt, curling there in the fabric.]

[He squeezes, gently, at her breast, as the action of tugging off her sock shifts her just a little closer--as she grips at his shirt--and then he slips his hand up, to slip the other strap off of her shoulder, lets his hand slip down around her back to fuss with the clasp--]

And then I think I'd like to join you. Get you all cleaned up. You'll need help, you're quite dirty.

[Clasp undone, he moves his hand, so her bra can fall off naturally.]

And then I think I'd like to fuck you.

[She giggles, just a bit, and tugs at her skirt. It doesn't take much before that's falling, too, and she's stepping out, naked, if it weren't for her pants.]

Well, do you want the honors?

[She has the fingers of one hand curled against the waistband, but she's not moving them.]

I think that sounds pretty much perfect, if you want to know.

I'm glad you approve.

[He's reluctant, to step back--but getting to see her properly will be worth it, beginning with the hand hooked into the waistband of her pants, and then up, his gaze lingering every now and then, before he finally meets her eyes.]

You do it this time. I'll watch.

[This time implies that there will be a next--but that's no secret, right? There's going to be at least one next time. She's earned that much.]

[She doesn't draw it out as much as she could. No other boy has seen her naked - her other sexual encounters (not that many, two others) have been done desperately, mostly clothed, and had been almost entirely disappointing on her end.

So this is new for her, being looked at, the subject instead of the observer.

She draws her pants down her legs and steps out of them, and looks up once, to see his face, to give him a moment to look. There's a pale scar, about three inches long and smooth, just against her hip, and some freckles over her breasts and stomach.

After that moment she turns and walks to turn on the hot water tap and slip into the large tub.]

[It's a good long look, but not long enough. Even for Sirius, having it off with girls is a difficult thing to coordinate. There aren't private rooms where you can just do as you please and lounge around naked afterwards. It's a hurried, breathless affair, with a few exceptions--his status comes with some perks, after all, and kicking people out of the dormitory room is one of them.

But this is different. This is a room, well-lit, and Sera looks right back at him--brazen, nearly, direct--and he could go on looking at her but she turns away toward the bath, and he's got to start getting his own things off so he can follow her. He's slowed a little in that he keeps stealing glances at her, but he's still hurrying.]

[She dips under the water, to get the bulk of the mud out of her hair and also to give him a moment, in case he needs to be awkward about undressing, and comes back up to lean her elbows on the edge of the bath. The prefect's bath is a perfectly good place for this, and the idea of getting caught - not likely but entirely possible - only makes this a little better.

She tilts her head a bit to look up at him]

No other boy has ever seen me naked before. So you know.

[As if it's something he's earned.]

[He flashes her a grin, as he steps out of his trousers.]

Is that right. What an honour.

[Though for all his sarcasm--well, it's not an honour, really. But it is something he feels as if he's earned, and something that was worth earning.]

What exactly have you been saving yourself for?

[Pants, next. He raises his eyebrows at her with his question and slips them off, chucks them away with the rest of his clothes, and goes to climb into the bath as well. The hot water is a little shocking--seriously hot--but he recovers gamely, with a grin.]

[She moves then, to put her hands on his waist, and she's looking at him, examining each part of him, curiously.]

You act as though I do this every night, with a different boy each time.

But you don't. That's my point. Someone as fit as you could, I s'ppose, if you wanted to.

[He's never had trouble with excess, with girls or sex or any of it. And just because he's not been the subject of scrutiny like this before--not so directly, anyways--doesn't mean he shies away from it now. He lets her look, because it means he gets to look in return.]

[She laughs a bit, at that. At being called fit.]

You could say beautiful, you know. Pretty. Lovely.

To be honest when most boys chase me, I get bored. I could have someone steady and smart and loyal - I suppose if I was particularly into facial scarring I could choose Remus Lupin, but I like it when I feel more like a toy than I do a girlfriend, and most of the boys here wouldn't understand that.

But I think you do.

[That's maybe more honest than she intended, there is something broken in that, but she's smiling and tracing her hands over the planes of his hips.]

Besides, the sex with sixteen year old boys seems to tend towards awful.

[Remus Lupin. He sneers a little at that name, and if he features with any prominence on her list, then she really is low on options. And perhaps he should press her more, question her more--tell her it's a little unhealthy, thinking that way--but that would require more sense then he has at this moment--at any given moment, perhaps, but especially now, with her hands on his hips and her smile just like that, tricky and dark and alluring.]

Lovely, then. Beautiful. A beautiful toy.

[He reaches to push a bit of her hair out of her eyes, smooths his fingers down along her cheek, along the curve of her chin, his thumb brushing over her lips.]

And we'll see if that's still your assessment after this. I'm not like most boys here.

[He doesn't couch that with any false modesty. It would be entirely too false.]

[She opens her mouth a little, just to press the tip of her tongue against his thumb, and leans up to kiss him quickly, putting just a bit of tongue behind that too, and then she moves away to turn around, to press against him, her back against his body.

She takes his hands in hers, draws them over her skin, her stomach, and up to her breasts.]

I thought you were going to clean me up.

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[He lets her move his hands, more than willing to give her brief control--if only so he can get in more of this feeling, the softness of her skin under his hands. Why pull away when he's got that?]

Can I help it if you're distracting?

[The way she talks, the way she'd just licked at his thumb--barely--he squeezes at her breasts, briefly, and then pulls one hand away, dipping it into the water to get a handful--drags it up, lets it go down her stomach.]

[She leans back against him, rocks a little, cheeky, and raises one her hands, now free, behind him so she can put it on the back of his neck. If he looks down now, she knows exactly the view it affords him.]

I should stop distracting the illustrious young Lord Black, shouldn't I?

[She drops the title with such teasing, no reverence at all.]

[It's a good view, and he takes advantage of it--so distracting in its own way that he sort of forgets to go on, at least for a moment--just gets another handful of water and lets it drip down her front, watching the drops glistening on her bare skin.]

I don't think you could stop distracting me if you tried.

[There's something thrilling, in hearing her say a title like that--something that makes his toes curl. He likes that. He likes his superiority, and even if she's teasing, there's a pleasing sound to it, and he twists to kiss at the side of her throat as he lets another handful of water slip down her front, following it with his hand, tracing along her wet skin with his fingers.]

You should never give a girl like me power like that, it will make this into a very different game.

[She lets one hand fall against his thigh, run up the side of it. She can't help but lean against him now, she loves the pace of this, the way his skin feels against hers, and she gives a tiny little sigh, one that's clearly pleased.]

You give me all sorts of very awful ideas.

[He laughs, quietly--and there's a shiver to it as well, just at the edge; he bites at his lip as her fingers trace along his leg--but he's not going to give in just yet.]

You think you've got the power here? It's an illusion of power. You're distracting, but I could still do what I wanted. It just so happens that this is what I want, right now.

[He lets his hand stray down to her hip, following along the curve where it meets her thigh, tracing inwards for a moment, slowly--and he kisses her neck again, a little lower, a little harder.]

Mmmhmm. Lord Black has all the power, I shant forget.

[She splays her hand on his hip, pulls his hips closer.]

All the power to leave as many marks as he likes, is that it?

[Because she's tilting her head, letting him kiss there, rocking back-]

For starters. Maybe.

[One more kiss, to her throat--but the pressure of her hand on his hip, and the little pressure of that push back, against him--Merlin, it's too much, and he grabs hold of her arms, turning her around, forcefully, so he can kiss her on the mouth instead, hard. His hands stay gripped on her upper arms, first--but even that isn't enough, after a moment, and he slips one hand over to push against her breast--roughly, at first--]

[There's a gasp, just of slight surprise, and she pushes back against him - this time, she's not resisting the urge to climb him like a tree, she puts her arms around his shoulders and rises up, her body as flush against his as she can manage as she kisses him back, her hands tangling in his hair-]

[The warm close press of her body--bare skin against bare skin--slick and damp already--her fingers, twisting in his hair--he twists against the kiss, opening his mouth to hers, a little, and his fingers find her nipple and twist at it as well--a little cruelly, but just for the right sort of pain, the sort that will make her gasp, again, press even closer--because he needs her to be closer, right now, he needs her, and he puts that into the force of this kiss, the hunger of it--]

[She doesn't gasp - she whimpers and wiggles against him, pushing up on him, and one hand leaves his hair to go between his legs, to palm against him. It only lasts a moment, because she's breaking that kiss-]

Fuck me--please-

[She's not sure, not entirely, but she suspects that the please might do the trick, and not because it's polite.

Either that or it'll make him crueler, and she isn't sure what she wants more.]

[There's two instincts in him: the one comes from the prickle at the back of his neck when she says please, her body flush against his and her hand and the warmth of her breath at that desperate request--and the other comes from the thought that she wasn't desperate enough, that she can do better, beg better, he can get better out of her--

That's the one that wins out, always, because there is something cruel in Sirius, something that smirks, dark, at her, slips his hand between them to palm at her breast again--shift his hips forward, just a little, just enough so he's pressed back against her, as his fingers pinch at her nipple--]

You can beg better than that, if you want to get fucked.

[She laughs, not mockingly, and she leans up, her mouth against his ear. It takes her getting on her tiptoes to accomplish his, pulling herself up a bit against him.]

Please, let me have you, let me feel you, no one else is going to make this good for me - you know who I am, how much of a slut I am for you, so please, make me feel it-

[She uses the hand palming at him and turns it on herself, opening herself up-]

I'm hot, just for you, Sirius-

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oh my god dw i posted this YESTERDAY

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