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Reunion	By : embieria Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is from a RPG - post by Revelle Arden are me, Sirius is played by a friend of mine. Please scroll to the very bottom post to start - the story is in reverse order due to the formatting of the place we RP in. The premise here is that the pair are reuniting after several years apart, he as the rector of Hogwarts University and she as a student there - when they met and had a relationship before, he was merely a professor and she a new student.
This is purely for our own entertainment - don't expect much! lol

Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: The universe had condensed to the jackrabbiting beat of two hearts in a headlong race, the harsh rasp of their breathing and the indeterminable sound of lives changing course. Outside the world continued on, dreary and raining, spatting noisily against the window whilst people made noise in the street. Inside this lustladen bubble of paradise, her breathing caught when your fingers slid slow and smooth over her slick slit, only to rush from her throat in a surprised sounding moan, as if she'd forgotten entirely what it felt like to be touched there.
"O..oh!"
Muffled under the crush of your lips, she shuddered a little against you, relishing the feel of your skin against her own. Warm and velvety, and ever so right. She pressed up into you, winding arms around your neck in a sinuous move with a cant of her hips to aid, encourage and invite the rough come-hither motion of your fingers hooking into her - impatient as she fought the cling of her panties from her thighs, wanting to part them against you. Her lips found your throat, as she kicked the little black lacy thing from her ankle, then stumbled backwards with purpose, pulling at your neck and shoulders with her arms as she kissed and kissed your neck, collar and ears.
"I want you in me."
A throaty purr voiced against the tender skin behind and under your left ear, followed with a thin scrape of her teeth on the spot. Her calves hit the bed and the backs of her knees buckled - feeling the shocking coolness of the fabric on her bare, heated backside was like jumping from a sauna to roll in the snow - it only made returning to the warmth all the better.
She could barely say she was on the bed at all, with your lean, muscled frame weighing her down - it was hard to wriggle seductively up high enough to hook her heels, but it hardly mattered at all. The feel of you atop her, the pleasant crush of your strong body pinning her down... it was all she could do not to weep with her desire for you.
Her sex ached for you so badly, and as she curled her legs around you and pressed that needy core upon the hot, throbbing stab of your cock she opened her eyes, slowly, to look up at you.
"Sirius..."
She whispered through kiss bruised lips, blue eyes hazed as if on some heady drug.

Wed Nov 26 23:18:51 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Denying it? No, never again. It was there, and now.... it was here, present, obvious, irrevocably so in their midst. Would that he even try and deny it, the argument was right in front of his face..for he had but to look at you, and everything seemed to vanish, and there was only you....
...and not to worry, dear one....that whimper of complaint would not be repeated, in fact... he sought to change the sound of it.. maybe a whimper of pleasure?.... and the hand in your hair, firm....holds before you're up against him....and then he's moved, taking that nipple between lips, painting it with his tongue.... and even feeling his own reaction to it all, which still presses against your inner thighs... and ever still, that slow glide of his hand....beneath that fabric that covered his destination....
His eyes look up upon your own, still lost in that heated, glazed view of pleasure, of...more..only to see them respond....and those words... those beautiful words... they cause his lips to pop free of your breast...and he rises, crushing his lips into your own while the hard tattooed chest of his body presses against your soft curves....and as his lips connect in that bruising kiss, you feel his fingers reach their destination...curving over your clit, before finding those hot, slick folds and delving up within...as if they belonged there....and a groan echoes into your lips as he feels hot fucking hot you are.... Not a girl any longer, a woman...
"Rev....Now..."
...a low, growl... you knew the kind....and in this frenzy of heat, fingers buck briefly up into you, only to pull free, and instantly grab at those panties, drag them off of you so that they'd pool at your feet....leaving you completely....bare
.... for him.
That tone, that look, that feel.... You knew what he wanted...and he's sure you want it too. The compilation of years and years of responses, both of you and he from one another... Too much time had passed, and this... this was as if it were destined to happen. To come about....and in a perfect world, he'd have you now, and forever and ever onwards... For he cannot simply envision a world without you... so rapidly, so heatedly everything had returned....as if it had lingered high upon a precipice, and required but a simple nudge to let it all fall off, into his waiting hands..
He aches, as you do, desires, as you do, wants, as you do...and he will.. have you...just as you shall have him. All of him.... as much, or as little as you wanted. You were under his spell, but he could not ever deny that desire to have you here... near, and only ever as much as he could have
Unfathomable, how all of this had come about...how much had taken place...had happened...and yet, history deemed that they be together...

Wed Nov 26 12:56:29 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: There was no longer any denying it, was there? It had always been this way between them, startling and electric. Never supposed to happen in the first place, never went right when it was in place - like the whole world conspired to keep them apart, but they threw themselves recklessly together at each opportunity, heedless of the headon crash that was ever impending.
Theres was a great love, repeated through the ages. Cycling through different souls and times, always reuniting at certain apexes, and oft doomed to fail. It hurt so badly when it went wrong... but gods... how good it felt when it was right.
Each wandered different paths, but those walks crossed - usually at the worst times - and it was like worlds colliding. Well, for you and she, at least. Others just watched the mayhem and wondered why they did it.
With an entirely comical POP! that was lost on the two of them, you literally drag her off your cock by force - so insistant and hungry, is she. But the little whimper of complaint is lost in the gasp of air as you haul her to her feet by those thick raven curls, only to crush the whine from her lips with your own.
You take her breath away, and that is no pretty line from a song. She clings to you, feverish and trembling legged as you clutch her roughly up, and stab at her with your hot, angry cock.
Gods, how she wants you.
You wrench her back, and echo the very thought from her mind as if your dark, depthless eyes had plucked it out with ease. Holding your gaze as your hands spell out some trick with her clothing, she blinks slowly, sleepily almost - once again caught under the spell of you, and your hands, your mouth. The hot, hard throb of your cock against her thigh, the smooth, hard lines of your body and the broad span of your bare shoulders. So familiar, yet so far gone. She ached for you. Wanted you so badly she had no words, but to whisper in reply,
"I know..."
Her breathing grew ragged as you bent your head over her breast, laving an aching nipple before suckling it into your warm mouth, and she arched up against you. No restraint, no pride or patience to wait, a fire had been stoked and now the flames threatened to consume her - her brain desperately tried to focus on what your wonderful mouth was doing to her, but the slow, determined glide of your hand kept distracting her. Burning a trail on her skin, its destination was inevitable and anticipatory, she was heat slicked and wet at the mere thought of your arrival - it would take little more to make her cum, she was that close already. She couldn't help how she responded to you.
"Sirius! I need..."
She cried, hoarsly, and let her body finish the rest of the sentance for her, when words failed. Her fingers clutched your shoulders, head tipped back as she enjoyed the tease of your tounge, and she pushed up into you. Begging for more. For it all.

Wed Nov 26 12:23:23 ~
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Tue Nov 25 22:20:42 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: You weren't the only one feeling shivers of desire, though... and he's sure you can understand... his, were like ragged bolts of electricity moving through his system as though to charge him, to fill him with an immeasurable amount of delight, pleasure, and more.... he wanted.... more...
....Revelle, you had opened the ...floodgates.
...He looks down at you, that life in his eyes. That life that you brought, after so long, so long apart. He had been a wreck, lifeless, soulless (at least to him) piece of filth. Some things, were better forgotten, and others... made so much the difference.. made the here and now mean things... mean, so much more...and the flush of your skin, the heated look in your eyes, the moan that curves over his cock as you take it brings more and more memories to the surface, and at the same time, more and more urges..desires....love.... This wasn't a random, casual thing....but.. no... it was more..
"Rev.."
..that deep voice, saying your name .. just... how it was meant to be said...and as you impale yourself upon that length of his, so hard, thick, ready for you...he groans out, a fierce grunt as he holds back....for it was so very fucking hot...and you were right, before too long, he would simply unload all inside your mouth.... after so long, he can't imagine you'd want to take it anywhere else.. You'd be greedy for all of his cum... or maybe you'd like to be adorned..a beautific picture.... It wasn't a bad idea...
..but.... no
.... he can't be satisfied with just that... He would want... more. And he proves this, even while you're impaling your throat on his cock, his hand in your hair... it grips... hot...fierce, tightly...and drags you up to his lips....taking your own in a heated, burning kiss of desire....then to press that hot length you'd unveiled between your thighs... and after a hot second, breaking the kiss with a wrench, breathing, so elevated... so hot...and his eyes...a myriad of emotions.... not wanting to let you go...need....want..desire.. love...
"I want you..."
...always
........and a hand moves now behind you, a little bit of magic...and your bra unclasps at his touch of fingers....needing this... gone.... a hand moving up to your shoulder to pull down on the strap..to free those perfect breasts.... so that he may pay them exactly what attention they absolutely should have...once that bra was gone, a hand would move down...palm flat against your stomach, slipping slowly, ever so slowly..beneath that line of your panties... He's sure you'd be familiar with the feel of that hand..even while his lips descend upon a bare, dusky nipple...seeking to bring it to life inside his mouth...suckling...eyes... up upon you....so much...so much there....a unity of spirits here....of souls... you and he...

Tue Nov 25 11:43:31 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: The rough curl of your knuckles in her hair, scraping her scalp and tugging with each increasingly quickened bob of her head has small shivers of desire coursing along her spine - but it's the growl of her name and the other small noises you make that hurry her pulse and make her ache in all the right places. Each little catch in your breathing, or the low rumbles of enjoyment tell her she is doing everything right. This is home. Where she feels the most adept and in place - knelt before you, giving you pleasure. It makes her feel feminine, and desirable, to push past your usual cool exterior and see the heat and life in those dark eyes spark up like they surely did - a lifetime ago.
Her fingers tighten around you, dark blue eyes hazy as she watches your reactions, and her warm mouth quickens in tempo. She can read your body like a book, even if your mind had always been mostly a mystery to her, and hers is responding accordingly, even as she draws you closer to the precipice's edge. A low throb in her belly coils down to an aching ebb of need that flushes higher with each beat of her pulse - pinkening her skin in the process, as if the room had suddenly become very hot.
Or perhaps she was standing too close to the fire.
A small moan purred from her throat to carress the slick head of your cock when she forced it to the back of her throat, and the gag reflex twitched, then passed - and you were all the way in. Her lips and tounge flush with the base of your cock, goosebumps arose on her skin, and aching nipples stiffened to sensitized, rock hard nubs under the lacy glide of her bra. Each forward to back rocking motion rubbed the fabric of her pretty black lingeree against the places she was aching for you to touch... and it was driving her wild.
Patience had never been her strong suit, and the anticipation building up in her mind was more than enough to cause a physical reaction. If you could do this to her without even touching her...
Well, you may understand why she eagerly devoured your cock, hungry in a way that only you could sate. It had been so, so very long - and you would soon discover that the time had brought about some changes in her as well... the least being that she had grown from a 22 year old girl, into a 27 year old woman.
Drawing your slick length out of her mouth, only to plunge forward and impale herself on your sword once more - she met your dark eyes as her lips closed around the base of your cock, knowing that you would not last much more of this - and that she was happy to take you either way, to completion or onto other pleasures... the choice now was yours. You had but to clench that fist her hair and drag her hungry mouth off your cock to stop her - or she would pull you over the brink and milk you mercilessly.

Mon Mar 10 12:41:33 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: It was divinely clear what that release of your name from his lips had spurred. What fire could you still produce within him...and yourself? Perchance starting as a small fire, to build as the sensations, the experience fanned the flames, igniting an inferno to consume the two, blissfully happy to share that experience together, no matter where it led. A stirring within his own self at that look, the smile held, and then with a nearly moaned gasp, the length of his cock exposed to the air, already starting to heat up...the look you gave it was enrapturing, and he can only inhale with the barest hiss as the nails of your hand trail upwards....over that sensitive, heated skin... Fathomless eyes bury themselves down upon your motions, taking in each and every one as though it were an Oasis in his desert... the feel of your fingers upon his balls, the touch against shaft, before a heavy breath comes as he feels the wetness of your tongue brief the sides, then up and down.
A hunger held in his eyes, as if he just couldn't get enough, and until you close your mouth around it from the side, he remains somewhat in control. But once that happens, there's the sudden sharp intake of breath and unconscious dart of his hand into your hair, a grip, strong and sure to hold your head exactly where he wanted it. Yet a pause, long enough so that you could move that head once you were no longer satisfied with the position you held, the brush of tongue bringing the faintest rumble of a growl from deep within his chest before it comes rushing out fluidly as you take it within, head tilting back and eyes closing as to fully experience the feel of your mouth wrapped around it once more.
... the heavy suckles bring a tightening of his hand in your hair, and that posture of his head is only held for so long before eyes flicker open again, and head drops back down to watch you work that tool. His cock, already erect, was still responding to the way you fell upon it with that insatiable hunger. The way your hands worked all of those sensitive areas which would build the anticipation...
"Fuck.... I'd almost..forgotten."
breathed out as you may see the absolute encompassing pleasure that envelopes his face and elicit a shiver which moves through his body at lightning speed, waking up all areas of his body to the attention you paid his cock.. both by the heat of your mouth, and the firmness of your kneading fingers... Those little noises you make, are music to his ears... ones he's craved for such a long time.
"Revelle...."
.....the grip in your hair, moving with those motions of your head...

Sat Mar 01 17:53:54 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Her name drops from your lips like liquid fire, spitting sparks as it falls upon her, gazing up at you while gently nuzzingly the straining bulge of your clothbound cock against her cheek. It ignites instantly within her, flaring up the low, insistant simmer of lust in her loins to a whitehot surge of pleasure that sends a shiver up the curve of her spine. Her pretty mouth gives you a smile, her eyes returning to the situation at hand, and she plays her tongue across her teeth while freeing your cock, and pushing the cloth to your ankles. A lingering look of admiration for that glorious tool so long missed, she drags her nails lightly up your thighs, through the silken coils of dark hair at your groin, and one hand cradles your balls gently, while her other circles the satin heat of your shaft with forefinger and thumb, pressing that eager member upright to allow her to tease her tounge around the base, then work in slow, laving motions up the veined underside, while her fingers massage and knead your sac lightly.
She flicks her gaze up to you, now and then, watching your reaction to the different things she does to please you.
Repeating the slow tease of her tongue from different angles, then closing her mouth along the length of your cock, from the side, to pulse and swirl her tongue and the heat of her mouth along your sensitive flesh.
Lifting her eyes to watch your face as she does, she releases your sac and splays both hands on either side of your cock, the swollen bulb of your cockhead bobbing before her face. She swipes at it with her tounge, in no hurry to capture it, but soon enough she does, and sucks it in suddenly to close her mouth around it, swathing it in firm strokes of her tongue and strong pulses of suction as she suckles heavily.
Knowing the intense sensations that would provoke, she only does it for a few moments, before relaxing her mouth and leaning into you, taking your hard length into her mouth, guided by the gentle cicles her tongue makes along the underside. Pushing as far as she can go without angling herself and opening her throat - which she can, rest assured you will find out - when she slides back, curling one warm hand around your silken shaft to give it a gentle tug. Her other returns to kneading gently on the velvety sac of your testes, and she falls to your cock hungrily now, the shaft slickened by her ministrations, so that her fisted fingers glide along it in tempo with her mouth.
The harder and faster she goes, small, soft noises of pleasure escape her, barely even noticed, growing further enticed by your enjoyment of the pleasure she gives you.

Wed Feb 27 22:02:55 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Too right, for he hadn't expected that this evening would eventually lead to you, down on your knees and clad only in your undergarments..for the moment... while you worked at his own clothing. The lines of his tattoos being revealed, one button at a time, one kiss at a time... which only serve to further rise his body heat... more... higher... further...
As he remembered you could do. If he hadn't remembered that he'd checked the heat earlier, he might wonder why it was so damn hot in here. But he knew... it was obvious... blazingly obvious. A fire in your eyes, consuming... and familiar. He wanted....
.....more.
As you work the belt buckle, and then slide those jeans down, there's a sudden hiss of intaken breath at the feel of your tongue against that taut abdomen.. and then the kiss. Trying to drive him mad with desire, weren't you? Oh, yes. That smile said it all. Damn you, but if the return smile of similar nature said anything, it was that he didn't mind it one...bit. Easy work made of the rest of those fastenings before the pants drop to his knees as that jerk forwards comes.. Without even having to meet your eyes, he could see that desire there.
The admiration of his body does not go unnoticed, and likewise, his storm-grey eyes pass over your own body clad in only those yielding garments...over the swell of your tits... the curve of your ass. Sweet merlin he's not sure he could stand the build up much longer... but no, he would force himself to. There was simply too much to... enjoy. Far....far too much.
Take your time. He wants to cherish every single moment that it took to get to whatever end you and he deem worthy for the night. Each kiss that searches, discovers, and reacquaints you with his body was taken in...as well as the sudden feel of the heated air upon his ass..only to be caught on that rigidness that you'd brought with a touch, a word, a look... a culmination of them all. He can even feel it throb against the fabric, as eager as it was for you. The sudden drag of nails over his ass brings a low groan of pleasure... you remembered far too many of his sensitive spots for this to be a totally new experience in relearning all of him.
Further placement of your hands only making it worse, sliding around and down.... You really did want to hear that? Your name falling from his lips in desperation? A plead..? You were well on your way, but the look in his eyes....fierce... dominant
"Revelle....."
Yes, a demand for you to unveil his cock. It was almost maddening, and you can see the very, very faintest twitch of his jaw as it clenches.. yet he holds.
...for now.

Mon Feb 25 11:17:27 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: The air in the room, and outside, had been fairly cool when both had begun this endeavour to conversate, hence the need for fuzzy sweaters and longsleeved shirts. Now, as she knelt before you with her fingers crooked in the loop of your belt, looking up at the taut lines of your well muscled chest bared in your shirt, and she with only a black bra and undies set to keep her from the cold - there was no chill. Blood coursed so wildly through veins it permeated the heat off of you and she in waves, creating a lightly buzzing, throbbing barrier of warmth against the elements. Or her mind was simply too occupied with her current task to notice.
One hand tugged lightly on the top of your belt buckle, edging your pants down the slim line of your hips without undoing them as she looked up at you, then leaned in to trail her tongue along the center of your lower abdomen, just below your belly button, to as far as the denim would allow her to go before laying a kiss there.
A smug sort of smile on her face, like the cat who knows she's due her cream, she rocked back a bit and put her hands to work on your belt and fly. Making short work of it, she gave your hips a little jerk toward her with the undone belt, before shoving your pants down to your ankles. Her eyes traveled over you with a small, greedy light. Merlin, she was hungry for you.
Now without the impediment of heavy, unyeilding denim, she glanced up at you once more, then roved her gaze across your tattooed chest and abdomen, admiring the lovely way you'd grown healthier. She'd not thought it possible for you to become more appealing to her, and here you proved her wrong.
Happiy, she took her time. Teasing you with trailing fingers and slow, suckling kisses on your warm skin - relearning every inch of you from the neck down. She'd hooked her fingers in your drawers and worked them down - completely off your ass and caught on the straining jut of your desire for her - keeping it from herself to prolong your excitment - just so she could measure your want for her, and how hard she could really make you.
Nails drug over your asscheeks, grabbing at you firmly at the meat of your buttock just above your thigh, then turning it into a lightly pressed drag of nails that become the lightest tease of her fingertips as they brushed the top of the cleft, tickling.
While she kissed and licked the lovely warm skin just to either side of your groin - the crux of lower abdomen and thigh, her hands slid around and up the tops of your thighs slowly, then canting on their way down to turn fingertips inward and graze through the silken hairs at the base of your eager cock, still trapped under the fabric of your underclothing.
She wanted to tease you to tears, until you could stand no more and she could hear the urgent desperation in your voice when you spoke her name begging, commanding, pleading with her to ease the sweet suffering ache in your loins.
Caressing her cheek lightly against the wagging, straining jut of your hardness clothed in underpants, she bit at it, gently, and lifted a little smile up to look at your face.

Sat Feb 23 14:21:17 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Oh, how you responded to that single solitary whispered command. Unable, or unwilling to say to him... as it should have been long ago... but for the here, and the now, he couldn't complain. The fact of the matter was that he had you here, in his arms after long last, and he had no intention of letting it all simply fade to black... Not again.
This time, as he felt those simple soft touches of your hands to hold his while your sneakers, one by one, were removed from your body, and then releasing your fingertips as you step back, he can only watch in rapt admiration as you begin to unbutton your jeans....
...tease....
....but the look that was held within those eyes made it easily clear that he would enjoy every second of it. Sweater? Not a problem... and as you step back towards him, free of those jeans he takes an inward breath, and allows his gaze to travel downwards for the merest few moments, then back up into your eyes before closing while your lips press back into his own, tilting his head down to help with the height difference.
...home. Something he's not been able to feel in ...so long. Too long. Nothing unbidden entered his mind at this point, merely all the memories, all the good and magnificent feelings and sensations you and he had brought one another. There was much ground to cover, but he knew... he knew this was possible. It was almost enough that he could feel it as you rested against his body, the desire and need... and don't think for a moment that he wasn't wanting the exact...same.
The kiss broken, and eyes searching yours as well before you start to make your way down, leaving his hands to come to your sides, then down, and up beneath that sweater, warm palms against heated skin before they start to rise, taking the sweater with them...even as a low pleasurable sound escapes his lips at the feel of your kisses which trail down his chest...taking the sweater higher and higher as you sink, until you were on your knees, and he would slip the sweater free from your body.

Fri Feb 22 20:48:37 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: That single, urgently whispered word was like a key fitting into a lock. It had slid in smoothly up until now, and all it needed was a single sharp twist to release the mechanism. Fluid and without resistance, it gave - and she felt such a vibrant joy mingled with desire and anticipation, it nearly took her breath away. A sweet shiver ran up her spine as she ran her hands down your arms to take your hands in her slender, warm fingers. Looking into your haunting grey eyes, she stood on one foot, then the other, shucking off her sneakers.
Taking a half step back and allowing your fingertips to slide from hers, she moved her hands to the waist of her worn, low slung jeans and began to unbutton them with slow deliberacy, a teasing smile toying on her lips.
She would leave it up to you to remove her sweater.
The denim crested her hips, and she pushed them down, with a little wriggle as they fell to her feet, then stepped free of them into your embrace once more. Relishing the feel of your cool clothing on her warm, bared skin, she pushed up on her tiptoes now without the added height of her sneakers to kiss you once more.
Being here, with you - feeling you against her. It felt like coming home.
But strange, too, in a way. You were so familiar, each line of your face and angle of your body a well travelled map she'd traced with her own body - but the years had placed distance between your mind and hers, and both hearts. It was a wild leap she took now, to try and bridge that gap.
She was breathless with excitment, her breathing quickened and body tingling with sheer desire, wanting you so badly, all over again.

Blue eyes searching yours, she placed a soft kiss on your lips, then bent her head to lay one on your exposed chest for each button of your shirt she undid, punctuating as she started at the top and worked her way down until she'd sunken to her knees, with fingers hooked on your belt.

Thu Nov 08 18:17:42 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: The more he tasted, the more his mind went abuzz with sensations long lost to the flow of time... the more he realized how dreadfully bad he wanted this. You, his first real love once again in his arms, allowing the transfer of warmth... heat... need... to radiate between the two in that embrace. An embrace to start the night, but certainly not finish it and leave the two cold and wanting more.... instead, an embrace to stir feelings...to tease... to present a hold so deep and dark that the two, jumping in, would forever be lost with one another...
... a near divine taste of you still, and yet even with it... he wants more. Could you feel it? That urge...need for you? Of course you could. If it was any more apparent, it would be sitting in front of your face...and come to think of it, not such a bad position if he does say so himself.
But for the moment, sweet bliss as he looks down when you finally nibble, then pull back to search his eyes. That look in yours after you'd seen the one in his own.. Could it be any clearer?
When your hand rests just beneath his belt, a slow sort of grin starts to form upon those slightly bruised lips...and then a slow nod...a whisper of your name upon a single breath.... and then with a steel to his voice, a next whisper carries the demand...the need.... the desire...
"Now...."
..and to which that hand's grip tightens upon the curve of your ass...to urge you on. The other.. upon your back, falls down lower...until the hem of that sweater to rise against the expanse of smooth skin...very slowly...as if to re-memorize every bit of it with his hand...

Wed Nov 07 17:33:16 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Your lean frame shuddered gently against her own, foretelling the desire and want that ebbed between you and she, and the firm grip of one wide palm curving around to cup her asscheek and haul her non too gently closer. Her fuzzy-sweatered arms latch around your neck, hair falling in lazy spirals around her face and your own as the kiss is deepened. Jaws stretch, teeth clack, and tongues probe in that age old dance... often more intimate than even simply making love.
She stretches into you, lingering against your strength, and her mind suddenly registers something that flicks a hot ember of desire into her belly. She can feel your longing for her, how pleased you are with just this kiss... that hard lump pressing into her belly. She gasps softly into your mouth, and her hips twitch against yours without thinking.. seeking to ease that sweet ache set aflame with the burning ember.. and only suceeding in fanning it higher.
With a soft little sigh, she shifts against you in a slow undulation, enjoying the taste and feel of you once more... trying to clear the fog away from her mind long enough to weigh her options here. As it stands, through her hazy inner eye, she sees two very simple ones. The first, and most logical and better for both involved would be to stop this. Sever this kiss, this embrace, this too familiar contact.. laugh it off as slightly embarassing, apologise to each other, and sit down to have a conversation like adults.
The second choice was just so much more alluring. The chance to start again, to throw herself headlong back in with you and ride this to whatever destination may come... and Merlin knew how badly her entire body was screaming for your rough hands, the gentle touch of your mouth, the warmth of your skin against her own.
Agonizing over this for just a few moments, all she needed was the tightening of your palm under the curve of her ass to make the decision resolute in her mind. Pulling back just slightly, she hesitated... twining the fingers of one hand in the long strands of your ponytail as she slowed down the intensity of the kiss... suckling at your lower lip gently. One hand eased away from your shoulder, returning to her side and falling away from your own, and she nibbled at your lips tenderly, as if to ease the blow of pulling back.
Breathing quickened, she lifted her gaze to match yours... searching your eyes intently. Whatever she saw there must have been right, for there was soon no mistaking her motives, as her free hand moved back to your person once more, although now it rested below your belt. Her fingers gripped firmly... speaking far louder than the soft, shy sort of smile she gave you before whispering your name on a breath against your mouth.

Sun Nov 04 21:43:03 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: It was as if time had slowed for the two within this room. Every second seemed to be glorious minutes that he could stand there, lips locked with your own with a key that ..for the moment... had been forgotten...had been lost to time ...and the insistence...urge...that you and he never stop. If only there were some spell to slow down time...
... It would certainly be getting a work out here. As he comes to realize that he has you, in his arms.. kissing him... wanting him.. loving him... it's the most wondrous feeling....and he can only want more...feel the greed rise within him ... Hungry..Ravenous.. you were certainly mirroring many of his own feelings..his own desires...
.. as his lips part, his tongue...warm..moist..finds your own, curling against it in a slow sinuous dance that was intended to entice the senses..to light you afire...
... one hand slides down, lower until it finds the curve of your perfect ass..and then before he ever does it, you can feel the strength surge through him as fingers curl..tighten against the covered flesh there and pull your rising form into him even moreso...
He wanted to feel you close...so close.
You ... one half of the whole. He..the other. Together...
... complete....

Thu Nov 01 21:26:01 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: How many great love stories had included an ethereal, world shaking kiss such as this? Many, she'd be willing to bet. Many held the tune you and she played right now, the starcrossed lovers reuniting to share something once lost, and making history with it. Angels sang and blew trumpets, doves flew from trees and time stood still in all those old tales where the damsel waited eons for her prince to come and rescue her on a white horse.
But this was no fairy tale, and a kiss would not last for all time. Human bodies pulsed and ebbed with life and desire, and the harder you held her against you, the higher that flame crept. Licking at her toes, warmth spread through her, and she pressed harder up against your mouth. Her tongue edged along your lower lip, curving to invite your own forth.
She was suddenly hungry for you. No.. ravenous. Like to devour you whole.
No room between you and she now for her to cling to your shirt, so her hands slide up your shoulders to weave into your hair at your nape, under the ponytail and along your scalp... rising up a little on her toes to lean into you.

Thu Nov 01 20:33:11 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Whatever the answer.. together they would share it. As they share this kiss, the meeting of lips that had been apart for far too long. They yearned, needed each other even as much as their owners had that same passion for the other. The light in the room slowly fading to evening...dusk.. and sending shadows slowly away as the room begins to darken... only further setting you apart from everything else within the room that mattered at all. Vibrant hues of what you wore, of your cheeks... your eyes... all seen until that kiss takes place, and in that instant that he feels his lips touch yours again....a similar spark surges through his own body, and you can almost feel the needy vibration of lips as they turn, melding into your own parting lips and doing much the same... as your other hand clenches, hands upon your cheeks slowly slide back around you, only to grip into your back and pull you in tighter against him... nothing else mattered but you and him. And yes, this moment.
.... A surreal feeling, almost...and if he had a second to linger at your lips for every time he'd thought about how much he missed kissing your lips... hours, you and he would spend here, lips locked in this ethereal kiss.

Thu Nov 01 20:15:54 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Was it possible to have a second 'first kiss'? And, if so, was it possible that it could be better than the original many times over? Whatever the answer really was, she knew the correct one here.
She didn't know if she'd ever yearned so badly for a kiss in all her life, nor had to watch the fruit of her longing arrive so slowly, so surely. Watching the changing light in your dark eyes heralded it's coming, but she found herself unable to do anything, neither for nor against it, as your warm hands moved against her back, then lifted to cup her cheeks.
She felt disconnected, listening to the heavy reverbration of her heartbeat hammering in her ears, throbbing in her veins... as she swam in your depthless eyes. Your face angled slightly, your mouth intent upon hers... and she found her chin tilting unbidden to offer her lips up... as if in a daze.

But the instant your mouth brushes her own, the hazy fog snaps, a crackle of electricity sparks to seal her lips to yours and the volt shot down her spine to tingle her fingers and toes.
It felt like coming home.
She sighed softly, her lips parting to tangle gentle with yours as her other hand now clutched the front of your shirt with its twin... pulling your frame in tighter against her own.
Her whole world coelesqued to contain only you, in this one perfect moment.

Thu Nov 01 18:53:28 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Still standing tall, eyes lingering down upon your own deep ones.. strong arms still around you, a slow breath is taken when your fingers curl into that fist...as if making some sort of statement with that action. One that he may get more than you might think.
.. Within his own mind, a near shame at having ever ruined things with you in the first place.. the stress of the relationship and that one act...separately, perhaps manageable.. but together.. just pressing a button that didn't need to be pressed... and then.. there was nothing left but a memory and an empty spot in his bed where the smell of you had faded too soon... yes, when something clicked, and things made sense... one step towards each other.... then another... until the two were so entwined in each other's lives that it was nearly impossible to tell where one ended and the other began..
..and as he feels the soft caress of your hand to his face..a prickle of burning deep inside, came unbidden..and as you keep your eyes on his own while he speaks, he can't help but notice the spark there.. it held a vibrancy in it that brought back memories...in a mere flood...to drown and overwhelm him. It's then that the look in his eyes starts to hold more...comfort...warmth and even...care there.
....as your finger traces a path along the side of his mouth...and those soft words leave your lips, he inhales slowly...breath held there for the briefest of moments as he takes this in. He knew it....he wasn't the only one to feel that way. Slowly, a warm smile curls onto his lips....
"I.. I never stopped loving you either, Revelle.. "
confession, statement... it didn't matter to him. To him, that you still did said more to him than anything else ever would. And still, he would know the difference between just knowing it...and acting upon it...
Ahh, the fates indeed would watch this pair, and given past history... a reconstruction of a relationship.. or perhaps..a renewal of something that never truly left in the first place... and to take that step, to bring those words to truth, to life...
..hands slowly slip from your back..moving slowly until they rise and take both sides of your cheek in their palms.. there was nothing else to be said for him... in this moment.. there was only one thing he wanted to do. Had wanted to do for years...
...without a hint of hesitation, as eyes rest upon your own.. he leans in gently...and tilts his head slightly to the side as warm lips press into your own...
a kiss... right now. In this instant.. that's all he wants. He isn't thinking further ahead right now. You'll have to forgive him... he's lost his mind...and heart...
to you.

Wed Oct 31 21:51:30 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Your arms tighten into a band pulling her more firmly against your chest, and the hand not on your cheek rests on your shoulder.. curling slowly into a fist, bunching the fabric of your dark shirt up in her grasp as if to reiterate how badly she'd never wanted to let you go.
So much she wanted to say, so much was built up behind her lips, walled behind a dam of self preservation and fear of letting it loose once more. Looking up into your face, feeling the rough hint of stubble of your jaw under the caress of her fingertips as you spoke those soft words... brought back such memories. It was so easy to recall that first night in the infirmary when your fate had suddenly crashed into hers, and a spark had caught and turned into an inferno. It burned hot and furious, and both had been caught in the flash. More than just you and she, it had affected others, as well.
But that wasn't really all on her mind at the moment. No, she was engaged in a simple battle of wills, between her mind and her heart. Both had an agenda, and both took a stance on either side. She knew she needed to step back from you, put some air between your body and her own to try and quell that vibrant thrill that raced up her spine when you held her and spoke her name... and at the same moment, her whole being yearned to be yours once more.. to take back what had once been hers. She wanted to believe you'd grown and overcome the problems that came between, that she and you could have bliss together again.
But, more predominately, she didn't care. It was welling up possessively inside, and making rational thought difficult... that downfall that was her undoing everytime. She gave her love so freely, so uncaring at the time as to how it could be mistreated.
Ugh. Too much muddled thinking... she'd not expected to feel so strongly upon reaccquainting herself with you. Or, perhaps, that was the whole reason she'd come.
You spoke, each word like a finger run along a violin string, and she couldn't help the soft little smile upon her lips as she gazed up into your eyes. They held such promise, such... desire... she couldn't tell if it was coming from you, or if she was projecting it, seeing what she wanted to see.
Surely, that little quiver of your muscles couldn't be her imagination.
Turning her hand away from your cheek, she traced her index finger slowly along the side of your mouth, smoothing the short dark hairs of your mustache and relishing the sheer fact of touching you once more. Her eyes followed her finger, as she spoke, barely above a whisper.
"I never stopped loving you, you know."
A confession, or a statement? She flicked her gaze back up to your eyes as if awaiting an answer, to a question she didn't ask. Keenly aware of your lean frame against hers, she swallowed again and gave her dark hair a little toss to cover it up, shaking the raven tendrils from her eyes.
The fates were watching these two, rasping paperying hand together in delight as they watched them come back together... but when they stretched the string that bound them, would they strum it as a harpstring, or snip it cleanly in two?

Wed Oct 31 19:18:45 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: Surely you could feel the own beat of his heart, so loud it sounded to him, as close as you were to his chest. Do it quickly, mercifully and release both you and he from the torment of being so close, yet so far away. The story of their relationship... so close you and he had been, and yet so little time.. so far away each was from the other.. until the relationship simply could not take anymore.
But here, now. He could change things. Could he?
..
You were the first to bring life to those eyes. When you would look at him, into his own eyes... with that love, tenderness, care that you held so easily within your own... it was that look that he responded to. Brought him out...
Though, as you lingered in his arms, it was almost as if it were yesterday, and for a brief fleeting instant... he has this image of you and him laughing, you in his lap... and it nearly causes his heart to constrict.. though this does not show as you speak...
"You're too kind."
a near roll of his eyes before grinning down at your giggles...that was one thing he missed about you. And while he could go on and on about what he missed of you, really.. it all came down to ...
..you.
"I've... missed you too, Revelle... a great deal."
emphasis placed, and his voice nearly as quiet as your own as the laughter dies away, replaced with something more..intense.. and almost mirroring your own look.... without even realizing it, his arms around you tighten just a bit more..

Wed Oct 31 19:03:33 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: She was terrified you would feel the throb of her heartbeat begging you to do just that.. to drop your head and lay your mouth upon her own, to fold your hands in her hair and allow her to stretch up against you...
As much as she entertained thoughts of it, she knew it was a bad idea. You and she... wanted to be good for each other, and somehow never arrived there. But rationalizing it didn't make it any easier to resist the urge to throw herself over the precipace one more time in your arms, and plummet to whatever end would arrive.
She ached for it... had missed your touch and your smile so badly... no manner of replacements could ever fill the gap left in her soul at your loss. She'd tried many tactics... forgetting you, ignoring you, even welcoming the pain and prodding it sore... none had satisfied or soothed as much as this subtle instant in your arms.
She saw that rougish grin playing across your features, and there was that light in your eye.. the one you thought long deadened. But the spark remained... no one had been able to take that from you.
She seemed content to linger in your arms.. although she knew it would be best to seperate before anything happened... she simply could not bring herself to actually step away just yet.
"You of all people should know where my skills lie, Sirius... Why, who else would give you a flea dip with such tenderness and care?"
Breaking down into giggles at that, she saw her hand come up on its own and press her palm to your cheek. As suddenly as her laughter started, it faded, replaced by a thick lump in her throat as emotion crashed into her, a tidal wave of sadness and regret that swamped her, laying a catch in her voice when she whispered next, searching your dark eyes with her own.
"I've missed you..."

Wed Oct 31 18:51:52 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: The feel of your own body against his own, warm..soft.. feminine... it was so familiar, he found himself unable to let go of you... at least for the moment. There was alot of catching up to do... Every year he'd gone without seeing, touch, kissing you.. was another year that grated upon him... Sending him into fitful sleeps at night, restless waking moments while he would attempt to fall asleep other nights when he'd think about you...
.. As he'd spoken, he had indeed caught that little teasing smile.. and to it.. you can see the hint of that familiar grin forming..the merest flicker of it while he listens to you... and it finally does come when you finish up those words and chuckle...spreading across his face like wildfire...
your smiling lighting your face up, making it as appealing to him as his appeared to be to you, even if he was unaware of it. Would you respond if he were to lean down...lay the briefest of kisses over your lips?...
"Ahh, and how do you propose to go about earning back those 40 points I took from Ravenclaw then?"
a teasing grin of his own now. Long ago, yet never forgotten... Likely something he would never forget. For one reason... or another.

Wed Oct 31 18:42:00 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: The weight of your arms heavy around her shoulders, a comforting pressure she'd long thought she'd forgotten.. but oh, how it came rushing back in an instant and left her with a heady, weightless feeling she would have expected from a kiss... not a mere touch.
Your embrace is no slack armed thing, ropy arms corded and tense against her back, she could feel the vibration of your life against her, eveloping in warmth. She sighed softly, a small, contented thing, before she realised she'd let it out.. and you were pulling back a little to cran your neck and look down at her.
Putting your mouth at such a tempting angle.. so close. Her dark eyes fell upon it, as you spoke of something... and for a few moments, which made it clear she'd been distracted, all she could do was watch your lips form words. A blink, and she drug her gaze upward, forcing herself to meet your gaze and focus... She nodded, catching up.. and gave you a little smile. Teasing, gently.
"Yes, I've heard there's to be a new rector. I've decided to sign back up for classes. Won't the kids all be jealous when they find I've been given housepoints by the new Rector, in payment for some taken away so long ago?"
A little chuckle, smiling at the memory

Wed Oct 31 18:29:54 ~
Sirius R. Black said to Revelle Arden: The old door slowly creaking open yields your form to the sight of his eyes, barely concealing a hitch of breath at the mere sight of you. Your face, your hair... still as he remembered it.
.. As you stepped forward, his hand rises to meet your own, a firm, strong touch...grasp of your own... smooth skin to slightly calloused, yet firm of his own... he inhales slowly as you speak, your voice bringing with it a painful reminder of what he'd lost.. though never does it show in his face... While within, he may be close to a turmoil of emotion... on the outside, he was keeping himself under control for the moment... as strong.. as he could portray.
"Revelle... Hey.."
The deep voice of his own speaking your name in that greeting, and leading it not into a plethora of emotion. Your nervous swallow brings a slow breath and rise of his head, looking down at you still.. even as a gentle smile rests there upon his face... and while your eyes traverse his form, he seizes the opportunity to do the same.. his own familiar, haunted eyes falling down your own body...taking in the curves... the way you stood... you looked quite well also. The years had been good to you.. he knew they would be.
It's without a moment's hesitation that he realizes he's missing it all. Moreso than anything else in his life. Just the mere sight of you was enough to give rise to old feelings, old temptations.. old passion.
As you move into his arms, he does not hesitate, his own strong arms moving down to envelope you.. you can feel the warmth from him as he can feel the same from you..and while your hug may be gentle, his is a bit firmer..and for the briefest of moments... his eyes close...and a silent inhale of you as well brings a well of aromatic scents... ones lingering over your letters.. ones that used to drive him insane with need. And was threatening to do the same yet again...
Finally, pulling back just a little, till his eyes find your own, a gentle smile still there as he responds to your question...
"... I've moved up at the University. More responsibility, less fun.. "
a soft chuckle comes, before he continues..
"... So I'm... doing alright.
You?"
He resists the temptation to speak so quickly of how much he'd missed you. There would be an appropriate moment, he's sure of it...

Wed Oct 31 18:13:40 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Merlin help her, the thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest and come up her throat as she stood on the stoop, listening to your footsteps as you crossed the room to the door, imagining the way you carried yourself.. that boyish, cocky sort of strut you ever carried. That thought was immediately followed by a swift stab of turmoiling pain and regret.. sharper than she'd expected to recieve from just a memory. The door hadn't even opened yet, and she was already almost sick with remorse and regret. It took a deep breath and a hercluean effort to push it all down and greet your eyes with a smile when you eased the door open.
In a flash, she considered your familiar face, the lines she'd once traced with loving fingertips and spent many nights doing so in her dreams. You haunted her, Sirius Black. And try as she might, it was so hard to shake you.
But she put on a brave front, and stepped forward to extend her hand to you warmly, praying that you'd not notice the tremble in her fingers or at her mouth when she firmed it into a smile and spoke your name.
"Sirius... hello."
Shyly, yes, a little. She was unsure how to act around you, unsure if you were as nervous as she. Those flat, dark eyes of yours held your cards close to your chest, betraying little emotion deeper than pain or anger... two of which she'd seen in them far too much.
A nervous little swallow, allowing her gaze to wander from your eyes to your mouth, then down the rest of you. You looked good.
Too good.
She had a thick taste on her tongue... and it took her a moment to realise it was the taste of longing, for the way things used to be.
Be bold, be bold, and everywhere, be bold.
Your hand still in hers, she stepped forward over your greeting and moved with ease into your arms... knowing you'd not deny her as she slid her arms around your waist and pressed her body to yours in a gentle hug. Not to seem needy, or demanding... and one you could easily extract yourself from, should it make you uneasy.
"How are you?"
She spoke, her cheek pressed to your shoulder. Eyes closed, she inhaled the scent of you... spice and something earthen. It nearly made her knees weak.

Wed Oct 31 17:56:50 ~
Sirius R. Black said: Correspondence, the first step towards what he hoped was a real resolution. One that worked out favorably for each... He'd pushed it all way.. all the doubt.. all the fears..all the angst and turmoil he'd endured after what he'd done to you. It was enough to nearly drive him insane.. and Azkaban had been bad enough. How easily did it come back after trading those letters with you, your fragrance still lingering on them like a tease...
.. unfathomable eyes rest outside, until a familiar walk gathers his attention, and for that instant, a breath catches in his powerful chest. Eyes follow your form as you walk towards the entrance of the building, and just the mere sight of you brought back so much emotion that it nearly drowned him...and sent him careening back into memories of your hair, your voice... your skin...
.. And once you vanish from his line of sight, his eyes close. He would not move to meet you. He needed these moments to compose himself. No one had ever stirred him as you had... No one brought such emotion..
.. A slow swallow, the keys have ceased being toyed with as he tosses them over onto the table, a swift turn and then he can imagine your form moving up the stairs as his own had... the way you carried yourself.. your eyes....
When the knock comes, he almost jumps...but merely tilts his head down, just a wee bit and moves towards the door... He knows it's you. It can't be anyone else.
Fingers close on the doorknob and then slowly, he turns it, eyes move up, to where your eye level was... how well he remembered it.. and then he takes a step back, as he does so, pulling the door open with him...

Wed Oct 31 17:46:30 ~
Revelle Arden said to Sirius R. Black: Agonizing days had formed into weeks and months, and bled away into years. When she recieved the first owl from him, pulling apart the scroll to see the name at the bottom, it had all seemed to unreal. So much time had passed, and yet, it seemed like no time at all. Her hands had shaken, reading his words on the parchment, although it had been easy enough to entertain polite correspondence through the mail system. Not having to see his face, remember his hands on her hair. It was all so easy.

Now, waiting across the way in a small shop's window, it wasn't as easy as she'd thought. She'd been sipping coffee when he arrived, and her heart leapt in that old familiar jumble in her breast at the sight of him. Trim, but not as lean and lanky as he used to be, she watched him with trembling fingers around her coffee cup as he swung a booted foot over the back of the bike and leaned it to the kickstand, looking up the street before heading inside.
He was early. She'd thought he would be.
Now, she drummed up the courage to walk across the street under his gaze, knowing he'd likely see her emerge from the parlor. Standing, leaving her coffee cold and undrinken on the table, she considered her cloak, and thought of tossing the hood up so he'd not recognise her.
Phooey. Let him see she wasn't afraid, or weak, anymore. Folding her cloak over her arm, she pushed her raven curls back with one hand and opened the parlor door to step out on the street. Not looking up at the window in which he leaned. Her familiar form crossed the alley quickly, clad in clothing she was accustomed to; faded old jeans, running shoes and a warm sweater against the chilly fall air.
Inside the building, she climbed the stairs quietly.. looking up intently to see if he emerged to wait for her, a sign that he'd indeed spotted her crossing. He didn't appear, and she stopped before the door marked in her last letter from him. Her hand moved to turn the knob, then hesitated... and went to her hair instead.. a nervous gesture. Butterflies turned drunken spirals in her stomach, and she was regretting the cup of coffee she'd already downed.
Her other hand lifted and rapped twice, gently. No need to barge in, in case the rooms had been switched for some reason or another. She knew he was here.. that was enough.

Wed Oct 31 17:31:00 ~
Sirius R. Black said: He'd finally taken over the University's position as Rector, not something he'd sought when he was the mere guard for in ... in a form... yet here he was... and still... watching so many unfamiliar students come and go, he had felt the long lingering for one... one he'd ruined things with long ago.
A soft sigh comes as his tall, built form rests in front of the window, dark, azkaban bred eyes looking out, as if waiting for someone.. or... hoping... The Rector's robes lay over one of the chairs, forgotten and he had yet to get used to them... leaving him in just a pair of boots, jeans...and a black, long sleeved button up shirt which conceal the tattoos over his body.. Hair is pulled back in a ponytail and from his hand lingers a pair of keys. The keys to his bike which he toys with..almost nervously..
owls had been exchanged, and he'd arrived...albeit early, yet he was here.. A firm hope that she would keep her word... and come here as well. If anything, he needed to at least earn her forgiveness... if not repair some damage...
Something..
Anything.
Revelle.... come to me.
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