Songs:
Wendy Time (The Cure)
Skin (Rihanna)
WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES (KINDA SMEXY) RIGHT AFTER THE STAR SIGN (***) .
With one last swipe of lipstick, Callisto took a step back, examining herself in the mirror. Her usual school uniform had been traded for a short, tight, wine red, velvet dress that complimented her slim figure, showing off her colar bones and long legs. Her makeup was simple yet made her blue eyes appear much more piercing and the dark shade of lipstick contrasted nicely against her pale complexion. With Narcissa's help she had managed to style her hair in loose curls, charming it to stay intact throughout the night, before also casting a few spells on her high heels to prevent them from causing her any discomfort.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Callisto questioned, looking at Narcissa through the mirror's reflection. Despite Callisto's efforts to convince her to come with her to the Gryffindor party, the girl was adamadant that she prefered to stay right where she was instead of "being surrounded by sweaty, smelly Gryffindors".
"More than just sure." Narcissa retorted, looking up from her book. "You look hot."
"Thanks." Callisto smiled, checking at the clock. The party should have started around 20 to 25 minutes ago, giving her just enough time to appear fashionably late just as the alcohol would start streaming. "I should be going. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
"In Lupin's bed?" Narcissa snarkily, sending her a teasing smile. Callisto rolled her eyes at the comment and took her wand in her hand, putting it in the small purse, wrapped around her thigh. She had charmed the purse a few months ago, making sure that it wouldn't stick out of her dress no matter how tight it was, that it would fit the bare necessities by using an undetectable expansion charm and that it also wouldn't slide down her leg while she moved.
"Vulgar." She smirked, winking at her before she walked out of the dorm. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the few Slytherins sitting in the Common Room wearing their pajamas or casual clothes, but she ignore the quizical stares and got out of the door, heading to the Gryffindor Tower.
When she arrived, the portrait was just closing and she slid in the room, her eyes immedialy scanning the room for familiar faces. The party looked better than what she had anticipated. The lights were dimmed down, lighting the room just enough so that nobody would end up tripping over themselves. Music was booming loudly as people danced around, holding red plastic cups. Of course, the Marauders had made sure that their introverted friends wouldn't feel uncomfortable and they had left the couches in the room, where some people were sitting either chatting with each other or guarding their friends' drinks while examining everyone that went close to them with narrowed eyes.
"BLONDIE!" She heard the familiar voice of Sirius Black as he sauntered over to her, holding a bottle instead of a cup.
"Black." She acknowledged, taking in his image. His hair was falling messily around his slightly flushed from the alcohol face. The top three buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned and a wide grin was on his lips, glee shining in his dark grey eyes.
"Marlene told us you were coming." He said, checking her out from the top of her head to the end of her heels. "You look ravishing, darling! Little Remmy is going to have a fit."
"Okay, I'm taking this from you!" Remus' voice popped up, his hand wrapping around the bottle as Sirius let out a cry in protest. "Fine, but don't you dare complain in the morning about a hangover!"
"A complete catch, Blondie!" Sirius exclaimed, leaning closer to her ear. "Oh, is that McDonald? Excuse me for a moment..."
Sirius left, the crowd parting as he began his pursuit on tonight's victim, Mary McDonald. Callisto's eyes followed him as he disappeared in the room, not noticing Remus' gaze on her. Okay, maybe Sirius' comment about how he was going to have a fit did have a certain hint of truth. Among the dress that looked like it was made for her, the long blonde hair falling in loose curls, her dark lips and alluring eyes, Remus found himself blushing without her saying anything.
"A pleasure to see you, Lupin" She commented. "As always, of course."
Only that this time, he wasn't in the boring school robes that didn't do anyone particular justice. He was in black jeans and a burgundy t-shirt, his hair was ruffled and there was a certain look in his eyes that Callisto knew all too well. It actually looks like Callisto was right to accept Marlene's offer because after all, a little party never killed nobody...
"Why do you insist on calling me Lupin?" He questioned, not resisiting the urge to smile at her.
"It has a nice ring to it." She answered. "Besides, we're not close enough for me to call you Remus just yet."
"How much closer do we have to be for that to change?" Callisto smirked at the comment, ignoring the fact that he probably didn't mean to make it sound as suggestive. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Like what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because what I understood is that you merely inquired how mentally closer we have to be for me to consider calling you by your first name."
"Wait, you did?" He blurted out, immediately scolding himself as he fell right into her trap.
"I did, but it looks like you had something else in mind." She mused, crossing her arms under her chest. "Not as innocent as we look, Lupin?"
"You're infuriating." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had nice hair, Callisto observed. A light brown color that couldn't classify as dark blond though that was the perfect mixture of messy and styled. It looked like people actually had something in mind when they said that a haircut can make or break.
"All part of my charm." She mused. "So, how about you tell me where I can find alcohol?"
"Am I going to regret that?" He asked, looking down at her with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"If you keep on standing there you'll never know."
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Two bottles of fire whiskey later, Callisto and Remus were dancing in the middle of the room, all of their worries and fears disappearing in the turmoil of sensations caused by the strong alcohol. It was completely out of character for him. Remus Lupin just didn't dance that intimately with any girl, much less Callisto Claire. But there was something about the way her body was pressing against his as his hands roamed down her sides, swaying them passionately to the beat of the music. Their surroundings seemed to drown, fading away in a blurry, vague image that held no interest. There was only her; the intoxicating smell of her perfume invading his nostrils as his lips trailed down her neck, barely touching the sensitive skin.
Unlike Remus, she had been in that situation before. The touching, the dancing; she knew how it went down. But never had she felt the same buzzing feeling erupting every time his rough hands moved. And when his lips touched her neck ever so slightly, she got completely lost in the feeling, savoring the scent of chocolate mixed with his cologne. Callisto slowly turned around, her arms softly wrapping around the back of his neck, observing every little detail on his face as if she was trying to memorize it. From the light freckles on his nose, to the small scars littering his cheeks, his slightly crooked nose and those deep brown, warm eyes.
"The room is spinning, Lupin." She mumbled, her eyes never leaving his. "I don't want it to stop."
Maybe it was the alcohol running in their veins or something else they hadn't truly noticed before, but when her eyes fell on his pink lips and she hesitantly leaned in, he closed the space between them. It lasted for mere seconds when he pulled away, their faces inches apart. That didn't last for long. With a bravery that was probably rooted more in the fire whiskey and less in her own mind, her lips collided with his. It was a slow kiss, the lust they both felt oozing out of it controlled as ever, but that didn't seem to be enough. One hand was at the back of her neck and the other low on her waist, feeling the soft material of the dress as her lips moved in sync with his. The faint taste of strawberry fire whiskey that lingered and her hands threading in his hair, lightly tugging at it was enough to fill him with a new found hunger. She wasn't in a better state herself. They were as close to each other as possible, their bodies curving into another, but she wanted more. She craved his touch, she needed it.
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"I want you..." He huskily whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning on her neck. "I want you now."
And so the two broke away, his hand gripping hers as they walked up the dormitory stairs, when he stopped midway and pushed her against the wall.
"Fuck, Lupin..." Callisto breathed out as he trailed rough kisses down her neck. She was melting every time his lips made contact with her skin, her eyes closing shut at the sensation of his hands running over her body.
"That's what I'm planning to do..."
They stumbled in the empty room, heading towards his bed as he lifted her off the ground and laid her gently on the mattress. He stopped for a moment, looking at her with glazed eyes. His hand cupped her cheek and he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, slowly going down her neck and her collarbones before his hand moved to the zipper of her dress.
"Are you sure about this?" He questioned, smiling as Callisto nodded and kissed the tip of his nose.
"You're so...sweet." She mumbled, helping him remove the dress. "You're wearing too many clothes, baby..."
Even in his drunk daze, Remus hesitated to take off his shirt, unbuttoning it as slowly as possible. She was so beautiful, her hair falling on her almost naked body as she moaned lightly in the kiss, her hands running up and down his chest, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. He finally took off the shirt, her gaze immediately fixing on his scarred body.
"They're beautiful, Remus..."
And that was all he needed to hear. Everything would be forgotten in the morning, that was the only sure thing but none of them cared. They craved each other with a fiery passion none of them had felt before and maybe things would have been different had they never indulged in fire whiskey but after all, not all love stories start with an innocent look and a friendly smile.
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Callisto's eyes flattered open and she immediately closed them shut as a piercing headache split her in half. Everything was a mess in her head; rendering her unable to recall anything other than a fluttering feeling in her stomach as someone's lips desperately connected with hers. She nuzzled closer to the pillow, a pleasant scent lingering on her nose. It was surprisingly comfortable and warm. Maybe a bit too warm to be an actual pillow...
Her eyes shot open and images of what had happened not too many hours ago flooded her mind as she saw the sleeping figure of Remus. She looked at herself under the covers to double check that this wasn't just a very elaborate dream, a sense of horror filling her as she stood up and started tip toeing around the room in search for all of her clothes. Her eyes fell on Remus again, the fluttery feeling in her stomach intensifying at the sight of him sleeping soundlessly with his lips slightly parted. Callisto had to leave, she knew that much and she had done this before. But never was she tempted to walk up to anyone and press a soft kiss on their cheek before walking as silently as she could from the dorm.
She was lucky. She was so damn lucky that nobody saw her. Hell, she wasn't ashamed of what had happened nor did she regret it, but for some unknown reason she wanted this to stay a secret. Was it for Remus' sake? Perhaps yes. Everybody would question it if they saw a Slytherin strutting down the staircase with a party dress on, hickeys on her neck and collarbones before the sun even rose.
Oh, she couldn't stress how lucky she had been! The way to the Slytherin Common Room passed like a breeze even though her whole body was aching slightly with every step she took. She opened the door to her dorm, careful not to wake up Narcissa. The dress was soon off again, getting replaced by a pair of pajamas that covered the small bruises on her chest. She carefully put it back in the closet and got under the sheets, closing her eyes.
The fluttering feeling never left her stomach, Remus' smiling face the last image that came to mind as she drifted off to a soundless sleep.
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And this is the beginning, my dearest readers. Shit is going to get serious from now on so buckle your seatbelts!
I hope you enjoyed this one,
Pigeon hater (aka yours truly)