Sirius' mouth is hot on hers and their long soft bodies are lined up perfectly: hip to hip and breast to breast. Sloppy wet kisses are placed along Remus' stretched neck and her breath hitches when Sirius touches her there. It's all so intimate and new, being touched and held like she's the only person in the world that matters, that will ever matter.
The French, Remus thinks, have this saying for an orgasm. La petite mort. A little death.
Stop that, Sirius says, stop thinking so much. Remus huffs a laugh that sounds more like a grunt and loses herself to the feeling of Sirius' fingers inside her. Just this once she'll allow herself to lose control.
Sirius smudges a last kiss to Remus' half bitten lips before moving her kisses further south. Remus isn't proud of the sound that leaves her mouth but she can't help but make it again when the other girl looks up at her and smiles a grin that can only be described as dirty. One last swipe of the tongue and flick of an expert wrist and there it is -
To die.
A little death.
Remus' moans don't sound human. In fact Sirius swears that the wolf has taken over.