Pale hands roamed tan skin. Soft moans were being held back so those that would yell and scream their disapprove of the relationship wouldn't be awoken. A lion curved it's back into the mouth of a snake. Wrong had never felt quite so right. The lion with curled, crazed red hair looked down at the the snake with hair just as, if not more, red.
"Lily..." She moaned, unable to get more than that one syllable out before a serpentine toungue flicked over a sensitive bundle of nerves, forcing her to either bite on her lip or risk waking up anyone else in the house.
"Shhhh, Roxanne," the snake as she slithered up towards the round, tanned, perky mounds that looked as appetizing as ever. It was winter break, and the Burrow was as cold as ever with it's lack of a heating system, but the two girl were covered in a thin layer of sweat. The snake could only be thankful that the lion knew how to control it's roar. She didn't need any weasels ruining this moment.
A sharp intake of breath as the snake gently nipped at the perky dark bit at the tope of the mound she had made her way to. "Lily..." The lion moaned again, moving it's hand towards the snakes red hair, and pushing down when the hand reached it's destination. The lion just couldn't get enough of that warm, lovely toungue on her. Every movement was forbidden. Did that make it wrong that every moment was pure ecstasy?
Probably, but if it bothered the snake she didn't show it in the form of hesitation as she slided her hand down a dark stomach and swiftly allowed her long, slender, fingers entrance to the moist opening that was practically screaming for her. "Roxanne, if you wake your mum up, she'll hang us both." The last three words were timed with the circles that were being traced around the lion's most sensitive spot.
As the snake pinched, the lion moaned again. "Lily... Potter..."
This time, to silence the lion, the snake hovered it's face over the lion's, bring her hands to cup her partners face, and placed soft lips on the even softer lips of her partner. The lion's hands moved fron their place of the sheets, which were being held onto for support, and tried to bring them to the snake's face before having to grab the sheets for support as the snake pinched her hot spot. As the kiss ended, the snake went started to slyther downward again, but then...
"Ron, it's two in the morning! I doubt anyone's awake," Aunt Hermione said, outside of the door.
"Blimey Hermione, we used to stay up until three!" Ron's voice returned, and if a glare could be felt, it would be right then. "Alrught, alright... Coming, 'Mione."
While this was all taking place, the snake with red hair astonished the lion with the way she was able to collected their disguarded clothing off the ground and dressed both of them in what seemed to be seconds. Astonished as she was, she also couldn't resist feeling a bit like crying. After they got dressed, the snake always left, and the lion. Laying her head down, she awaited to hear the door open, but instead felt a quidditch-built arm around her. Though she knew only one person with arms that could hold her so strongly yet be so gentle at the same time, the Lion turned around.
"Lily..." the lion said, still a bit shock that the typically unaffectionate snake was staying her.
"Roxanne, shh. I wanted to stay... because... Oh, what the hell, I love you. Now go to sleep before I change my mind." The snake interupted, and snuggled her head into the lion's mane of curly hair. Not long after, the two cousins fell asleep, bliss written all over their faces.