I would like to say right now that, yes I absolutely lurve Remus, but I personally don't want to fuck him, especially if Sirius is anywhere in the vicinity. Not to say that the Frances character doesn't fuck him because well…

This is basically well a sex scene so if you don't like it, but you like the story only read the first three sentences. YOU have been warned.

Chapter 6 – Encounters

Frances had decided she wanted to say with Remus for a bit longer. Then she'd move on to Sirius. These thoughts were running through her head as she took a walk around the castle to clear her mind. She was somewhere in the vicinity of the DADA room when she heard a voice behind her. "Miss Furlan, do you think it is wise to be walking the corridors at night? I mean someone might come along and think you are the most beautiful being they'd ever seen and carry you away to their off-uh, room and ravish you."

"I am so sorry, Professor." She drawled. "I promise it won't happen again."

"I think you need to be punished for it happening once. It is long after curfew." Her eye widened at his implications and he quirked an eyebrow. Oh, so that is what he means…hmmm Kinky Bastard! Me like! Well then, here goes nothing…

"Why, Professor, what ever did you have in mind? Blindfolds? Handcuffs? Whips? Spankings?" He looked shocked to say the least. He hadn't realized exactly how obscene that comment had sounded.

He took a breath and said calmly, "Whatever you want, my darling kinky Slytherin."

"Oh, now I'm the kinky one? You're the one who said I need punishment. Anyway…Where is your room?"

"Well. A bit eager, now, aren't we? Follow me." He turned and led her to his room. Once inside, He smiled at her. "Sirius is quite taken with you, you know."

"Oh?" She fingered the buttons of her shirt, slowly undoing them one by one, until (after two buttons) he stopped her and did it himself.

"Yes. After you have finished with me, I suggest you take pity on him and shag and/or date him. He fancies himself half in love with you already. Though I wasn't supposed to tell you that." He slipped her shirt down off her shoulders and discarded it. Slowly, very slowly her bra followed. He ran his hand softly up and down her sides. Fingers coming tantalizingly close to her breasts, even brushing the sides lightly but never really touching them.

"Are you suggesting that I'm a whore?...Oh God Remus, please. Just frigging touch me!"

"Well, you just did a pretty good impression of one." He complied. Kneeing, he took one of her breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand. He pinched her nipple lightly, then a little harder. He flicked his tongue over the other, and then scraped softly with his teeth. She gasped and jerked her hips. He stood and kissed her as she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. After running her hands over his chest and back, she reached down and unclipped his belt.

He shuddered when her fingers 'accidentally' brushed the bulge in his pants. She pulled the fly down and caressed him through the fabric of his boxers. He moaned into her lips. She smirked and ran her tongue over his lower lip, begging for entrance. He complied. She explored the cavity of his mouth as her hands worked wonders on his body.

"Okay. Enough of Frances the Dominatrix! My turn, and I'm going to make you beg!" Remus growled picking her up and laying her across the bed.

"Oooo, Look who's the kinky one now!"

"Hmm. I think I like having control over you. I could get used to this."

"Don't get to comfortable." She pulled him down on top of her and rolled him over onto his back. "Be submissive! You're hotter when you're on the bottom."

"Oh great! Wonderful, I mean I just love being dominated by my student." Remus froze. The realization of how very wrong this was hit him hard, but by now his erection was painfully hard and he'd rather have her get rid of it then having to do it himself. "Do you realize how utterly wrong and immoral this is?"

"Hmmm?" She murmured as she laid butterfly kisses across his lower belly. "Lift!" She commanded and he obliged by lifting himself slightly off the bed so she could slip his pants and boxers down.

"Apparently you don't care…You aren't a virgin, are you?" He asked. Mild panic laced his tone.

She looked at him incredulously. "Do you even have to ask? Of course not!" Her head dropped back down to his stomach and her tongue slowly, tantalizingly dipped into his navel…

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Sirius, with the Marauders Map in hand stood in the hall out side his friend's rooms. He was debating whether to interrupt them or not. It would be highly amusing, but also highly dangerous as Remus was likely to kill him.

He had just turned to leave when a scream of pure ecstasy erupted for behind the door and cut the air. It was quickly followed by a low, distinctly masculine, moan that turned into a cry halfway through. Well that solved Sirius's problem he would not interrupt, as there was now nothing to interrupt.