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Warning - This is a crack fic/pre-smut fic.
You sit there, so tempting, so succulent, and my mouth waters. I want to lick you, bite you, you make me so hot. Every part of you is perfect, from the very top to the very bottom and you look oh so innocent. You seduce me in a way no other has before you, and no other ever will again. I'll take my time with you, savor every second of you, make the time last and imprint it to my memory.
You feel so good as I run my finger along you, and oh, you taste incredible. I suck the taste from my finger slowly, imagining how much I will enjoy tasting the rest of you. I want to rush, but I force myself not to. This is not something that can be enjoyed with a quickie on the kitchen table.
No, it will be all the better in front of the fire, with wine and whipped cream. I will take my time to enjoy you, to make it a memorable occasion, to make it perfect.
Maybe I can convince Dora to join us, to make it all the more memorable. If she is with us, the night will be the best of my life for sure. She'll understand the need to take it slowly, she'll taste you with me, and she'll enjoy it as much as I will.
-xxx-
As Remus picked up the chocolate cake and placed it in the fridge, he shuddered in anticipation. He couldn't wait for the evening to come. Walking through the cottage to the fire, he flooed Dora's flat hoping she would be in, so he could ask her to join him in making a night to remember.
-xxx-
When Dora arrived at his cottage, she looked so beautiful, the can of whipped cream in her hands completing the picture of perfection in Remus's mind. He ushered her into the warmth and closed the door, gesturing her through to the living room, where everything was ready for them. The fire crackled merrily in the grate, the cushions that normally made up the sofa were laid on the floor in front of it, and a bottle of wine rested beside them, in a bucket of never-melt ice.
Dora shrugged off her coat, revealing comfortable shorts and a tank top underneath and sat down on the cushions as Remus left to get the guest of honor. He took two spoons from the drawer, carefully took the chocolate cake from the fridge and made his way back to the living room, dimming the lights and joining Dora on the cushions.
-xxx-
Not even crumbs remained on the plate, the only indication that anything had been on it were the two spoons resting a top of it. Remus and Dora lay side by side, happy and sated. Dora glanced at the can of whipped cream that had been discarded next to the cushions and smiled.
"You know, Remus, cake isn't the only thing whipped cream can be enjoyed with," she told him, squirting some onto her bare stomach. Remus stared at her with unadulterated want, smirking naughtily as he got her meaning.
Tonight would most definitely be a memorable night.
Written for the Duct Tape Competition for the color Red.