Entangled

Chapter Ten: That's New

"Wait." Lupin pulled away from Rita slowly, breaking the kiss, as they stood at the edge of the Black Lake, under the cover of darkness. He was stunned, taken off guard by such a spontaneous gesture. Although he pulled away from her, he himself wished that he hadn't. And he could tell that Rita had wished that he hadn't either.

"I..." Rita shrugged with an attempt of an apology, but she wasn't really sorry for kissing him.

"We've might have had too much wine," Lupin said quietly, as if to speak much louder would alert the entire school of what they had done. "I can't..."

"Why, because you need my consent? I kissed you," Rita indicated he and herself respectively with a finger, which she prodded into his shoulder. "It felt like the right thing to do."

"You're married."

"To a man who has decided that he doesn't want that anymore, and nor do I." Rita whispered.

"But you're my colleague—"

"You're my boss," Rita corrected him, though the correction seemed to hurt her case to instigate an affair. "Act like we haven't had any chemistry since I was at your house, Remus. Deny that there isn't anything between us."

Lupin seemed to be at a loss for words. Although his words defied the laws of the appropriate steps of a relationship, his body language said otherwise: his pupils were dilated, his arms had wrapped around Rita as she had kissed him, and they still lingered around her waist during this hyper-quiet conversation. Rita knew that he wanted to. He just wouldn't let himself. She wondered if his concern was that she would be heart-broken, but Rita had an entire arsenal of reasons why this hope-to-become affair wouldn't be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"We can't," said Lupin, pulling away.

"You won't." Rita challenged him.

Lupin met her eyes; and for the first time since they had spoken, he looked as if he saw something in her that he hadn't seen before. A darker side. Rita's color from her face seemed to return. (Had she been pale all day long, or was this something else?) Her mouth was pouted, as if she were angry, and yet her face wasn't flushed. And she was uncharacteristically calm. Lupin approached her slowly.

"What," he asked, "is that look?"

Rita sealed the gap between them, and again without warning, she pressed her lips against his fiercely, silently claiming them again for her own. Lupin felt something bubble up inside him—a solitary lifestyle could immediately disintegrate own's own self-control, and he wondered distinctly if it was the inner beast within him that loudly disagreed with his self-restraint.

So he didn't pull away this time. Rita wrapped a strong hand around his neck to intensify the kiss. She smiled within it as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

Then he grabbed her wrist and began walking toward the Forbidden Forest.

"In there?" Rita said incredulously, knowing damn well what darkness hid in the shadows within those boundaries.

"Well, we're not doing this in plain sight," Lupin growled, promptly deciding 'this' was going to happen tonight.

"Ooh, that's smart," cheered Rita approvingly, tittering close on his heels.

"A good friend of mine once told me that if you're going to do something wrong," Lupin told her, abruptly pulling her through the darkness of the Forbidden Forest and pushing her up against a heavy tree trunk, "Do it right."

"Clever man," Rita replied, uttering a small oof as her back collided with the tree trunk.

She realized that they were a few feet away from Hagrid's hut.

Lupin placed his hand on the tree trunk of the side of Rita's head. She met his gaze, and as he had noticed a darker side of Rita, she noticed that the pleasant, cheery nature of the man named Remus Lupin seemed different. He was looking at her, now, as an animal peered at his prey before chasing it.

Rita felt a vague sense of danger, and yet she liked the feeling. It was thrilling.

She realized that she was slightly panting, a bit overwhelmed by the thrill of it all. They were really going to do this. A bit of reckless sex in the Forbidden Forest at twilight. How wonderul.

"So are you just going to stare at me, or—?" Rita taunted.

Lupin interrupted her, shoving his tongue down her throat. She inhaled quickly. Rita returned his kiss, battling for dominance. She reached for his tie and pulled it, bringing his body closer to hers. He went forward, and gasped as piece of clothing tightened around his neck.

She reached in between them and found his belt. Lupin batted her hands away; they broke the kiss. He slung the belt off his trousers and then, to Rita's surprise, brought her arms above her head, tying the belt around the tree to bind her hands to it.

"That's new," Rita breathed.

"Full of surprises," Lupin replied to her. He tightened it with a final tug.

"I'm pleased."

"You will be."

A flush of color burned her cheeks with a statement backed behind such confidence, and Lupin grinned impishly as he was satisfied with her reaction. Just as quickly as he bound her hands, he brushed his hand up her black dress, and he found her underwear where he cupped her between her legs.

Rita uttered a wanton whimper.

Lupin placed his mouth against the shell of her ear,

"Is this what you wanted?"

Rita nodded.

"Finally speechless," Lupin said with delight. "Unbelievable."

She felt his fingers tap against her thigh, and then they wriggled her underwear to the side where he found her clit. She made a loud squeal. Lupin glanced at Hagrid's hut, and then covered her mouth with his hand.

"Rita, honey, if we are going to do this, I'd rather not get caught the first time. He's right there."

Rita muffled something behind his hand. He lowered it.

"What?"

"I said," Rita breathily chuckled, "So there's going to be a second time?"

Lupin rolled his eyes, as if to say this had been a waste of time that could be used doing more fun things.

He pulled her underwear down to her ankles. Rita's hands wriggled within the binds of the belt against the tree, and she really wanted to touch him before their tryst. Lupin took notice of her fingers clenching and unclenching, and then said with amusement,

"You know, normally, I'd have taken you to a nice dinner—"

"It's okay, I usually drink my lunch." Rita excused the propriety with a delightful grin.

"And we'll do more foreplay when we have time."

"Remus, I'm practically already there, I have been all damn night. So can we just...?" She pointed with a restrained finger down at his trousers. "I do appreciate your slight apologies all the same, Remus."

Lupin uttered a chuckle, and he undid his trousers, dropped them to the ground. He grabbed the bottoms of Rita's bare buttocks and hoisted her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist dutifully. He steadied his throbbing cock against her wet entrance.

Rita cried out as he penetrated deeply with one thrust inside her. Lupin shot a hand over her mouth, growling a repeated warning about the closeness of Hagrid's hut where the half-giant would be sleeping. Rita's eyes pinched closed as Lupin pushed inside her with each thrust.

She heard him make satisfied grunts of her own. She had known that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Rita's climax began to climb, taking in all the sensations—Her hands were bound to the tree by his belt; he held her against the trunk in order to thrust up inside her; his strong hands pinched her thighs to keep a grip of her, despite the sheen of sweat beginning to shine on them both.

She uttered a low, long moan as his thrusts began to slow, as he enjoyed every inch of her. Lupin's mouth found her neck. She inhaled a startled breath as his teeth bit down—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to know that he was there.

Rita then smirked widely, which Lupin took notice of, a bit confused as to why she looked so devilish. She eyed upwards, which Lupin followed her gaze. He saw her hands gesture—Wandless magic. A trifecta of sparks left her bound hands, igniting her weak bondage; the belt disintegrated, and her hands were free.

"What—" Lupin paused the entire fucking with confused amusement. The few second delay allowed Rita to jump out of Lupin's clutches.

She took him down to the ground, straddling his waist, and pressed her thumb and four fingers around his throat, pinning him to ground with one hand.

"Darling," sneered Rita delightfully, "Don't you know who I am?"

Lupin was startled, and yet he was relieved when she mounted him, pushing his cock back inside of her as she slowly began to ride him. Lupin found ecstasy, his eyes rolling back into his head as she rose up and down on his cock. He supported her movements, his hands finding their way to her thighs as he met her thrusts.

"That's new," Lupin said between moans and gasps as her hand around his throat tightened.

"Full of surprises," Rita remarked.

"I'm pleased."

"You will be," Rita breathed, and she hammered down a final time, clenched her muscles around his cock with a will.

Lupin reached his climax, his nails dug hard into Rita's thighs; and that pushed Rita to orgasm.

She rolled off him, and they stared up at into the black canopy above them. Their chests rose and fell rapidly until they slowed. Lupin turned his head to his side to look at her. She was beaming. He noticed in his peripheral vision that dawn was breaking; there was a streak of light on the horizon.

"Good morning, Rita."

"Good morning, Remus."