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Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire	By : CMW Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 57

Twelve Kisses: Chasing Rainbows
“Come with me!”
Jasmine looked up from the magical loom that she’d charmed months ago with her blood and a basket of color-changing thread. Once a week, she filled the basket with charmed thread and enjoyed the soft click-whoosh-click of the loom that had been in the family since Merlin’s housekeeper demanded tapestries on the walls of Camelot’s dungeons. The loom was enchanted to weave the tales of adventure and chivalric romance that spun through the minds of the weavers that had coated the shuttle with their blood. Castles and museums around the world displayed tapestries woven by the loom in Jasmine’s sewing room. Muggles marveled over the fine quality of the weaving and wondered how ancient weavers had managed to switch threads without ever leaving evidence of a knot. To Jasmine, though, the loom was just a family heirloom that made beautiful pictures.
Jasmine laughed as Sirius tugged her arm then picked her up bodily. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she grinned at his impetuousness. Seeing him smile was one of the best parts of her day – and his smile filled her every day.
“What are you doing, you loon?” she laughingly demanded.
His answering bark of laughter made her giggle even more.
“We’re chasing rainbows!” he announced and whirled her out of the sewing room, through the parlor and out the door. Remus sat on the sofa, engrossed in a letter, but waved before she closed the door.
“What? It’s rai….”
Sirius cut her off with a shoulder nudge toward the mountain. A double rainbow arched over the peak and toward the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.
“We’re going to find the ends.”
Jasmine’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped as she tried to stifle a chuckle. He was insane. It was a delight. “But what about….”
“She’s at school and will be until later. Come on, open up!” Sirius carried her to the gate and bounced her in his arms until she pulled her wand out to spell the gate open.
Jasmine glanced across the street at Mr. Percival’s home then up the street toward town. Her brow was wrinkled. She didn’t like that he was out in the open like this. What if someone saw him – the evil Sirius Black, murderer and prison escapee…. She couldn’t be without him again. When he’d died… or gone through the veil… died, damn it…. She clung to him.
As soon as she closed the gate behind them, the world spun around her in a dizzy whirl of color. She let him control the Apparition, to take them wherever he wanted. She shrieked in delight, his strong arms around her.
They landed in a snow drift, high on the mountain. While Sirius searched for the rainbow that arced over their heads, Jasmine tapped his chest to be put down. Ignoring the snow reaching her waist one her feet were down, she planted her hands on his chest and pushed. A yelp later, Sirius disappeared in the snow drift. As she laughed uproariously, he reached up and tugged, sending her into the snow, too. Covered in white, he climbed on top of her, rubbing his frozen beard against her not-yet frozen lips. With a scorching kiss and a murmured spell, they spun away again.
Jasmine found herself, shivering, flat on her back at the frozen edge of Black Lake, being thoroughly kissed. Sirius rolled so he was on the bottom and waved his hand, casting a warming charm. Jasmine relaxed into his chest and kissed just above the first button of his shirt.
“Did you ever play Twelve Kisses in school?” he asked, bestowing one of his charming, lazy smiles.
“Erm….”
“Where you dashed around the school, and stopped to kiss in different corners?”
“Oh! That! No. Can you imagine, being sent up to talk to Minerva, or worse, Professor Grandpa, if I was caught?”
“But...” Sirius prompted.
She offered a slow, sensuous smile. Despite the lingering chill, she felt him harden underneath her.
“Come on,” he invited, and he Apparated them away again.
They landed at the bottom of a ravine, the covered bridge that led to Hogwarts loomed in the distance. Mist and Scots pines surrounded them in quiet majesty. It looked as though no human had set foot in the spot since the days of Merlin and his witchy Morgana. The rainbow was barely visible.
“I could give you twelve kisses… and you could tell me where you want me to give them to you,” she offered shyly. “That’s the version I know.”
He claimed her lips, his fingers clenching on her hips. Against her lips, he whispered, “Kiss my lips now, Jasmine-mine.”
Together, the whirled away.
And landed in violet.
Their lips parted in a gasp of wonder. The light was purple… everything was purple. They lifted their hands to stare.
“You did it!” Jasmine’s laughter was shocked.
“I didn’t think….”
“The swansong of a Gryffindor,” she parroted Severus, though her voice trailed off as she looking into his normally rain-colored eyes. Now, though, his face was bathed in violet. His eyes looked like they belonged to an ancient mage in a Muggle fairy tale.
Sirius’s smile was bemused as he gazed at her. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. “Kiss me twelve times, Beautiful… first one right here.”
Like a butterfly’s wing brushing his lips, she whispered a kiss over his lips. Her eyes never left his. “One.”
Curving his lips into a ghost of a smile, Sirius whispered, “And can I give you twelve kisses?”
“Twenty four kisses seems like an awful lot, doesn’t it?” Her small fingers slid into his black hair and she nuzzled his nose with hers.
His voice held an echo of laugher. “I think we can manage, if we have patience and go slowly, don’t you think?”
Their laughter sang through the purple air. Sirius took Jasmine’s hand and tugged. She renewed the warming charm as their footsteps squished through the damp meadow into indigo. With a gasp, Jasmine stretched herself out, one hand in the indigo light, the other still in the violet. “Look!” she commanded.
Her face was a blend of the two colors. His gaze was a benediction.
“One,” he breathed, kissing her cheek, “two.” He kissed the other cheek. His lips were a prayer on her skin as they stood in the middle of a miracle.
Turning her face to capture his lips, she said, “That’s not how to play… you tell me where you want me to kiss you, and I tell you where I want you to kiss me.” Their lips clung again.
“Kiss right over my heart, Jasmine-mine. Feel how it beats only for you,” he commanded. A barely audible moan muted the demand.
Sliding the buttons open on his coat, she nuzzled the base of his throat. His fingers tangled in her hair when she tugged the buttons on his shirt free and rubbed her lips over his skin. They stood for just a moment while she listened to the beating of his heart. His nipple hardened under her cheek. “Your turn.”
“Mine, now, Sirius, please,” she asked against his skin.
Silently he pulled her jumper off and the shirt underneath. He rested his head on the lush curve of her breast and pressed a kiss over her heart. Each swore it skipped in joy.
He stood and tugged her hand. Together, they walked through indigo, into brilliant blue.
“Just like your eyes,” he said in wonder.
Face wreathed in a blissful grin, she closed her eyes and stood up on her toes. “Kiss, please.”
He obeyed with a chuckle and kissed each eyelid. “Four,” he announced and pointed to his nose.
“You could bend over!” she giggled.
“Nope.”
She pressed close and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to draw him down. He barely relented.
“Sirius!” she pouted.
“Climb!” he chuckled.
She hopped. He laughed. Rubbing her breasts against his chest, deliberately enticing him, she cooed, “Please bend over.”
“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby,” he faux-groaned in teasing approval and bent over. His hands were busy unclasping her bra while she smooched his nose. He groused, “Too many clothes.”
She giggled and raced out of his arms.
He caught her bathed in green. Pressing against her back, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts under her loose bra.
She groaned this time, a husky sound of need with an echo of laughter. “My neck….”
He bent down and rubbed his beard over her shoulder, knowing it drove her wild. His tongue traced over her skin, from shoulder to just behind her ear. He breathed, “Like this?”
“Oh, Merlin… yes,” she said, dropping her head to the side.
He kissed his way back to where he started and murmured into her flesh, “Five.”
“Your turn,” she offered, her voice trembling as he continued to stroke his beard over her skin.
Sirius lifted his hand from her breast and silently offered the palm to her. She closed both hands over the back of his hand and brought his palm to her lips, breathing in his scent. Her tongue flickered out to taste him. The flavors of salt and man made her sigh in pleasure. He cupped her cheek and drew her face carefully to his, kissing her lips.
“That one was free.”
She nodded mutely and led him into golden yellow.
Bathed in gold, she unbuttoned her wool trousers, letting them hang from her hips. Sirius dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to the little spot just under her navel. The slightest touch made her giggle and flinch but rubbing his moustache and beard firmly right there always made her moan. He stroked her with his cheeks, pressing kisses to her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
“Where?” she sighed, her eyes closed.
He spoke into her soft belly, “Back of my knee.”
He reluctantly stood and charmed his boots and socks off – and renewed the Warming Charm again. Jasmine unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans open. His trousers fell to the ground. He’d eschewed pants.
Biting her lip while Sirius stepped out of his trousers, Jasmine couldn’t help but admire. Staring at him was her newest hobby.
He shrugged out of his shirt and stood nude before her. She dropped to one knee and pressed her lips to the back of one knee then stared at the play of muscle underneath his skin. His calf tightened so every muscle was clearly defined. His thigh turned to rock. He groaned, "Six."
Jasmine admired and stood with a deep breath. Sirius tunneled his fingers into her hair, staring as the red of her hair rippled in the golden light.
"It's like cool fire," he breathed in wonder. "How would it look...."
He took her hand and led her into orange.
Everything turned a bright, vivid tangerine. His fingers were still tangled in her hair. His smile was teasing.
"This stuff isn't red, it's orange."
She pretended to pout. "Well, everyone knows that, don't they? But it's just not polite to call someone an orange-head."
His nod was grave. "And no one wants to think of a woman's gorgeous body," he skimmed his hands over her curves, "with a citrus fruit for a head." He grinned. “Of course, now I am.”
She gasped and playfully swatted his shoulder. "You'll owe my citrus a kiss for that!"
He laughed and twisted his body, inviting her to swat his bare arse. Not one to miss an opportunity to touch him, she pinched it. Sirius returned the favor with a chuckle and a deep kiss to her lips. Her trousers slid from her hips to the ground, leaving her in panties, wool socks and clogs.
He pressed gently on her hips and walked her backwards as they kissed; she stepped out of her trousers and clogs as they walked. Only a few steps took them to the edge of orange and red.
Jasmine watched the play of color on his face, reflecting on his black hair. Those rain-colored eyes shone magically in the light. Jasmine's eyes skipped down his nude body. Sirius was aroused. His shaft bobbed and swayed as they moved. She blushed. It was just so… there. So big. So unashamed. Normally, she only saw it when they were in bed or in the shower… or lying next to the fire after everyone else had gone to sleep. She’d had several very close-up examinations of his manhood, but … there it was… just… there. And so orange.
She giggled.
“Are you laughing at the Black family jewels?” he asked. His face was serious but the quiver in his voice said he was holding back a laugh.
She snorted and shook her head, “No!”
“You are! You’re laughing at my pride and two joys.” Faux indignation colored his words and his moustache twitched.
Her laughter became uncontrollable. She tried hiding her mouth with her hands, but the guffaws echoed through.
He roared, laughing as she was, “You’re chortling at me sausage and eggs!”
“Never!” she exclaimed and bent over double doing exactly that.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he tugged her closer to the subject in question. “The punishment for such an insult is a kiss, wench!”
Trying not to stumble and fall on the ground, Jasmine pressed close and dutifully kissed him. Pleasure took over from her laughing chore and her tongue caressed the head of his shaft. It was a kiss, though she didn’t know what number – nor did she care. Squatting down in front of him, her body was bathed in the beginnings of red, while Sirius was still in the cheerful orange light.
She marveled for just a moment, memorizing the colors before slowly sucking his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over him, tasting the cool, moist air on his skin and the salty cream of his eagerness. She looked up at him, through the magic of the rainbow, her mouth wide around his shaft.
He’d closed his eyes. His face was a mask of pleasure. His chest heaved with his panting breaths and his head was tilted back into the orange light while his hair streamed down behind him. The laughter was gone for the moment. He looked like every dream she’d ever had.
Jasmine let him guide her head; his fingers fisted in her hair. He moved her mouth exactly the way he wanted. As she sucked, lost in watching him, he groaned and lifted his head to look into her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine-mine.”
She made a soft, happy sound around his cock, her eyes shining with love.
“Enough,” he said and pulled back, out of her mouth. His cock twitched. He swallowed. His words thick with desire, he said, “I need you.”
“Yes.”
He Summoned their clothes into a pallet on the ground, went to his knees and carefully pulled her down to her back.
Orange changed to red.
She gazed up at him with a smile and stroked her hands over his chest. She whispered again, “Yes,” and drew him over her. “Please.”
Renewing the Warming Charm as he moved, he settled between her thighs, his fist surrounding his cock as he guided himself to her channel. She lifted. He sank into her slick heat. Together, they sighed in praise and passion.
Washed in red light, they moved together. Jasmine’s hair was spread over the clothes underneath them. Sirius’s hair fell to one side in a black and red curtain. She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing to bring him closer… deeper as he stroked in and out of her. He pounded deeper… faster. Every breath shortened as they moved, from long, slow, soul-stroking sighs to sharp pants. His hips sped up and his fingers curled into the bed of clothing. Her legs dropped to the ground so she could lift her hips to meet every thrust. The red light was perfect.
Her fingers claws at his back and delved into his hair. She strained up and he strained down. They met in the middle in a passionate tangle of tongues and lips and moans. For an eternal second, they breathed together, and then she shattered.
The colors all broke apart in her mind, and reformed, breaking apart again and again… over and over as pleasure ripped through her body. Her breath was trapped on a cry. He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers, his body taut and his face trapped in exquisite agony. He buried himself deep and growled his completion.
They melted into each other and the bed of clothing as the rainbow faded away, leaving only heavy, grey clouds that promised more rain at nightfall.
After nuzzling her neck and kissing his Jasmine, Sirius rolled to the side to avoid crushing her. When he caught his breath, Sirius grinned at her. “So, how many kisses were there?”
She chuckled and shook her head, still panting, “I don’t know.”
“I suppose that means we’ll have to start all over again.”

Low in her belly, magic happened.
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