author's note: Here there be [straight] snogging (SB/OC). Rated PG-13.
Chapter 3: Black Gets Lucky, p.1
Sirius Black smiled at Tocelyn Price while he walked three times in front of the entrance to the Room of Requirement (what the House Elves called it; even their magic didn't allow them in without permission). I need a place to snog, he thought firmly, and then opened the door. It was dark inside, with a few candles burning, and an enchanted violin playing. And of course, a giant bed in the center.
Unfortunately, the bed was occupied.
"MOONY!"
"Aw, shit." Lupin grabbed his and Brocklehurst's robes. "Scuse me a bit, please."
"Thought you said no one could get in here," sniffed Price.
"Let me talk to Lupin a bit, luv." The boys walked to the other end of the hall. "What the hell were you doing, Moony?"
Remus grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Really need to ask?"
"What? No! I meant - dammit, how the hell was I able to get in when you were already there?" They had definitely tested it - if someone was in the room already, you weren't supposed to be able to enter.
He shrugged. "I'm guessing the Room sensed you wanted it for the same reason I did."
Black tapped his chin. "I suppose that makes sense. Hmph."
"Yeah, look, we need to draw up a schedule. Prongs and Wormtail aren't going to want the Room as often as we are, but they'll probably want it sometimes."
"Right. Well. I guess you can have it for a bit longer now -" he looked at his watch - "say another hour?"
"I suppose." They shook hands, Lupin returned to the Room, and Black went to Price. "Well, as you probably figured out, Lupin got dibs for the next little while. So we could go kill some time elsewhere? Say, my room?" He pulled her hands to his chest and smiled at her, but she didn't melt at all.
"Aren't your OTHER roommates going to be in there?"
"They'll scoot for a bit if I ask nicely. So?"
She let go of one hand and squeezed his other. "All right then. But they're not allowed at all. I've no desire to let Potter or anyone else see anything."
Price was a bit shy, he reflected as they walked back. He slinked his arm around her waist, but she pushed it off her with a glare. She had absolutely refused to do anything in any sort of semi-public place. Which, at Hogwarts, was virtually all of them. The description of the Room of Requirement had convinced her, though. She was annoyed about having a frigid reputation, she had confided, and had no problems getting off with Black as long as they had total privacy. Whereas Black could care less who caught him, as long as it wasn't a teacher or Filch.
"Isn't it funny that boys can't go in the girls' rooms, but the other is fine?" he said as they climbed up Gryffindor Tower.
"I dunno, men do tend to rape more than women."
For once Black had nothing to say, till he got to the Fat Lady. "Pumpkin juice." He helped Price through, and she let him, so that was a good sign. "You're still all right with this, right?"
"Don't be silly. I can still hex you if I have any issues," she teased.
"Right then." He smiled and they went up to the boys' dorm, to the room he shared with Potter, Pettigrew and Lupin. Only Peter was there, but he was getting dressed.
"James is at Quidditch practice," he said. "He should be at least another thirty minutes."
It was always James with Pettigrew. Not Potter and rarely Prongs. How could he deny it? "Well if you could be so kind as to tell him not to come back for a bit, I would be most appreciative."
"Sure, I was going to watch the practice anyway."
Of course you were, Peter. "Later then."
As soon as the door slammed shut, Black cast an alarm charm on the door. "In case they come back early. Now then." He led her to the bed. "Where were we?"
She finally smiled and pressed her lips against his. Her mouth was slightly open, and she had clearly at least done this bit before. Black gently probed her mouth with his tongue, rubbing against the roof of her mouth before wrapping his tongue around hers. She was a little surprised but pushed her tongue against his as well.
While they kissed, he snaked one hand into her hair. With his other hand he loosened the top of her robes. He cupped her breast and attempted to pinch her nipple through her bra. "Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned, and her body went slack against his arms. He broke apart from her lips and put a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone, where he bit her, hard. She gasped out loud - in a good way - and he pulled her robes off a bit more. His erection was almost painful. She helped, reaching her arms back to shake them loose. He went ahead and removed his as well, then unbuttoned her blouse while he kissed her collarbone more. She unhooked her bra. Sirius moaned, "How lovely," and cupped both her tits.
His lips made their way down the right one first. He tongued her softly around the nipple, and the noises she made encouraged him. Also, the fact that she was now laying down, blouse totally unbuttoned, bra hanging loose. He licked her nipple then began sucking on it. With his right hand he caressed the other one, pinching the left nipple gently. She was still moaning and gasping and occasionally muttering "Merlin!" By varying his sucking speed he could change the pitch of her noises. He then switched, his mouth now on her left nipple, hand on her right nipple. This time there was very little gentleness.
"Oh MERLIN!" she gasped when he bit the nipple. Not too hard, not yet. She broke away for a minute, though, and pulled off her shirt and bra. "Beautiful," he breathed, and meant it. There was nothing hotter than a topless girl who wanted your hands and mouth on her tits. After admiring the view for a minute, his head was pulled back to her chest. He obliged, lying on top of her, sucking at her nipples again, licking, sucking, moaning. She started thrusting against him. He gasped; as if his cock wasn't rock-solid enough! He definitely had no problems obliging that, and ground his hips against hers. He pulled his head back to concentrate on the dry humping. "So beautiful," he whispered, his hands squeezing her tits again, pinching her nipples again.
They had talked a little bit about sex, enough to let him know that she'd had one summer fling with a Muggle that was basically awful, and he was determined to show her that that was an aberration, that sex could be amazing and wonderful. But Quidditch practice would be ending soon, and they were going to have the Room of Requirement soon enough, and -
As if thinking of it had been a charm, the alarm went off. "Fucking hell," spat Sirius.
"It's just me," announced Remus. "You guys can go back to the room."
