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Regulus is immediately intrigued so she follows the blog, and they start messaging not long after, getting to know Remus Lupin, the woman behind the screen. They talk almost every day and they quickly find each attracted towards one another. They also find out they live on towns merely an hour away, and suddenly the wanting of seeing each other doesn’t seem too far away.

Regulus keeps posting on her blog and Remus keeps being the first person to comment on each post, and the flame of need keeps growing and growing within them.

Until one day Remus finds herself on Regulus’ town due to a work conference and she is quick to let the other woman know of it. They make plans to meet after Remus is done with her things. Dinner. Something casual.

Except it is not casual at all when they finally see each other in person for the first time. The fire within them has spread through every single nerve and it itches to escape, to take hold of its twin, to entwine so fiercely that it would be impossible to see which one ends and the other begins.

There’s lingering stares, fleeting touches, flirty words and soft smiles. They talk about everything and nothing. It’s comfortable and it’s exhilarating. Then Remus offers Regulus to take her home. They hold hands the entire drive, and they don’t let go until they get to Regulus’ apartment. But then hands begin to wander, touching skin and mapping everything; the sighs, the moans, the gasps. Clothes are gone one by one, leaving a trail guiding to Regulus’ room.

Remus makes sure to love her thoroughly–she works her tongue and fingers efficiently, learning Regulus’ body and what makes her pretty mouth open in a high-pitched moan, and her legs spread wider. She savors, and marks, and savors some more. Then Regulus takes out the toy; the pretty soft pink double sided dildo that started all this, and the one Remus has been seeing in her fantasies every night.

She grabs it from Regulus and makes sure to give her a show while slowly sliding it inside herself; thighs spreading so that Regulus can see everything, soft little gasps escaping her lips as Remus brings the toy in deeper. Once it sits comfortably inside her, she coaxes Regulus to slide the other side inside of her, and she makes sure to now be the one to give Remus a show– turning around and sliding it so so slowly until she flushes against Remus with a slick sound, both moaning at the sensation and the noise.

Remus grips Regulus’ waist and brings Regulus to sit on top of her, hands traveling up until they rest on Regulus’ breasts, fingers playing with dusty pink nipples while she hooks her head on Regulus’ shoulder, kissing just underneath her ear before whispering.

“Come on darling, ride me”

Regulus places both hands on Remus’ thighs for leverage and begins riding her, bouncing up and down on Remus’ lap, the feeling of both the toy and Remus against her coaxing out high moans and whines out of her. Remus continues playing with her nipples, and never stops whispering sweet nothings on Regulus’ ear.

The pressure builds, and builds, and builds until Regulus is choking on a scream as she comes, head thrown against Remus’ shoulders and hands gripping at thighs so hard her fingers leave tiny crescent shapes. Remus moved her hands to grip at her waist and starts rocking her hips up, slick slaps echoing around the room, following the symphony of Remus’ moans, Regulus’ whines and hitched “yes, yes, yes.”

The morning after finds Regulus pleasantly aching, curled around her soft, lavender scented sheets as the world starts coming together around her. Her nose picks up the scent of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon pancakes, her ears hear the soft patter of feet against her wood floors, and her eyes catch the alluring figure of Remus Lupin coming through her bedroom door, carrying a breakfast tray in her hands, and a wonderful smile on her lips.

It also helps that James can’t keep her hands off of Sirius–she’ll wrap around her like an octopus in their sleep, she’ll circle her arms around Sirius’ waist or hips, massaging the soft flesh. And in their most intimate moments, James will kiss every inch of Sirius’ skin, babbling sweet nothings and marking each word with bites or love marks.

And the compliments, more specifically the trucker compliments in spanish James never fails to say each morning when she walks into their kitchen to Sirius making breakfast in nothing but her soft cotton underwear and one of James’ t-shirts.

“Uff, tantas curvas y yo sin frenos.”

“Tanta carne y yo sin dientes”

“Qué bonitas piernas, ¿a qué hora abren o qué?”

And each time, the compliments come with James’ hands all over Sirius and kisses pressed to her cheeks or neck. It never fails to make Sirius laugh, and to fall in love with James a little more, because Sirius knows that James will always find ways to make her feel loved, and cared for.

Friends with benefits James and Remus, who are both feeling very much more than just fuck buddies, but are scared of confessing for fear of losing what they have, and each other.

Cue to them going to a karaoke bar and Remus gets roped into singing a song, and chooses Cherry Pie–that was the song playing from James’ speaker the first time they had sex. So he gets up on the little wooden stage, determined to rock James’ socks off.

“Hey Potter, you know this one?” Remus smiles at him, paired with a wink.

Then he proceeds to sing his heart out to the song that locked his fate the moment he heard it for the first time. He dances around the little bar, keeping his eyes on James and the way his brown eyes twinkle underneath the fairy lights strung all around the place; looks at the big smile he has as he watches Remus let loose, thanks to his determination and a couple shots of tequila, and twirls and twists about the establishment.

On the last cords of the song he comes closer to James, making the man he’s been in love with for the better part of two years stand up and making him wrap an arm around his waist as Remus wraps the hand not holding the mic around James’ neck and dipping low into a dramatic arch.

Claps and whistles are heard all around them as Remus comes back up, huge smile on his lips as he comes face to face with James; whose eyes are watching every centimeter of Remus’ face in amazement.

“Remus Lupin,” James whispers as he pulls him closer. “I fucking love you.”

“James Potter,” Remus responds, lips millimeters from James’. “I fucking love you, too.”

And under a wooden roof littered with twinkling lights, to the cheers and applause of strangers, Remus and James kiss for the hundredth time.

Regulus’ mouth immediately starts to water and he can’t stop the thoughts of just wanting to get Remus’ pants off, sink down to his knees and go to town.

His horniness keeps spiking up when Remus holds his waist with one hand while walking to avoid people crashing into him.

It all comes crashing down when a band starts playing and Remus takes Regulus dancing, and he just looks so fucking good? Keeping Regulus close, donned in cowboy attire and how good he looks with the hat.