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MORNING, REMMY.

IT TOOK IVY A MOMENT to gather her thoughts as she slowly woke up. She was almost too scared to open her eyes, wondering if she'd be alone in the bed they'd all fallen asleep in. So, she selfishly took a few moments to herself, flashes of scarred and tattooed skin in her mind.

She turned and hid her face in the pillow, thinking of the hours spent exploring each other's bodies, her cheeks heating up from the memory. And even though she felt a bit embarrassed about the things she'd let Remus do to her, she couldn't help but smile.

But then it instantly fell, her mind beginning to worry about how this would affect everything. Remus was Sirius' best friend and a close one of her own. And Merlin, even though Val was really happy with Viktor, she'd still slept with him at one point and had feelings for him. Sure, it had been Sirius' idea, but would he be mad at her for enjoying it so much?

How was she meant to face the day and look both of them in the eye, acting like nothing happened?

So, Ivy was resigned to staying in bed for a little while longer, pretending to be asleep. And as she did so, she finally paid attention to her surroundings. She could smell the faint scent of cigarettes and hear Remus and Sirius talking quietly so as not to wake her.

The pair of friends were sitting by the open window, passing a cigarette back and forth, neither caring to put on more clothes aside from their underwear.

"She won't be able to look me in the eye for weeks," Remus was saying, chuckling a little bit.

"Oh, just cuddle her when she wakes up and she'll melt," Sirius replied, a smile on his face. "Be careful getting back in the bed, yeah? Want her to wake up in our arms. Makes her feel better."

"Sirius Black, the king of aftercare," he joked, shaking his head. "You've come a long way from the bloke that would, and I quote, use 'em and lose 'em in school."

"I'd never use her," he said softly. "She's the love of my life, Moons."

The two sat in silence for a good minute, and Ivy considered stretching to let them know she was beginning to wake up, but then Remus spoke again.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for last night."

"Don't know why you're thanking me. I forgot how good you are with your mouth," Sirius chuckled.

"I mean it," Remus said, rolling his eyes playfully. Then he sighed. "You both made me feel... wanted for once."

"Val wanted you," he pointed out.

Remus shook his head. "Val had a schoolgirl crush that I took advantage of. I'm just lucky she doesn't hate me for it. I also hope she doesn't tell Viktor, because that boy could easily kick my ass in a fight."

"Boy, I'd pay to see that," Sirius joked. Then he passed the cigarette back. "I'm just glad you relaxed. I know how hard it is for you — being comfortable in your own skin."

He took a long drag and then blew the smoke back at Sirius, who smiled. "Yeah, I'd say I felt plenty comfortable last night. Ivy just... has this way of seeing the best in people."

"Well, it wasn't very hard for her. You're perfect, Moony," he told him. "Need you to start believing it, mate. Or do we have to have a repeat of last night to get it into your head?"

"Fuck off, yeah," Remus laughed, shaking his head. "Jokes aside, last night was..."

"Yeah," Sirius agreed, neither needing to put it into words to know how the other was feeling. Then he put out the cigarette on the windowsill and nodded toward the bed. "Back at it. She usually wakes up around now."

Ivy was glad that neither could see her smile as they climbed back into the kingsized bed. Sirius was gentle so as to not wake her as he pulled her into his chest, running his fingers through her hair. And Remus settled on her other side, leaning back against the headboard.

It wasn't until Sirius began tracing shapes on her thigh that Ivy decided to truly get up for the day. She took in a deep breath and moved closer to Sirius, burrowing further into his chest while tangling hers and Remus' legs together.

"Morning, Bunny," Sirius murmured, kissing the top of her head.

"Morning, Siri," she mumbled, still hiding in his chest.

Then she felt warm lips on her neck and knew who they belonged to by his lack of beard. "Good morning, Sweetheart," Remus said while pulling back, his voice raspy in the morning.

"Morning, Remmy," Ivy said, her cheeks heating up. But she still craned her head a bit, giving him better access when he leaned in to kiss her skin again.

"How do you feel?" Sirius asked her.

She stretched her legs, giving her muscles a test, only to find that she was quite sensitive between her legs. Ivy couldn't even remember how many times she'd come the night before. She was exhausted in the best way possible.

"Don't wanna get out of bed," she mumbled shyly. "Don't want this to end."

"Who said we have to?" Sirius asked, pulling her into a slow kiss. Then he spoke against her lips. "Why don't you go properly greet Moony?"

Ivy gathered the strength to turn around, Sirius keeping his arms around her waist as she faced Remus. Slowly, she looked from his bare chest and up his long neck, meeting his brown eyes that were studying her softly. She then leaned forward, placing a quick and shy kiss to his mouth, making him smile sweetly.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Hi," he repeated with a small smile. "Is it alright if I touch you, Sweetheart?"

A bit of excitement ran through Ivy as she realized that there could potentially be a continuation of the night before — she was elated that they didn't have to go back to normal just yet. So, she nodded while biting her lip.

As Remus slid his hand underneath her shirt, Sirius began to kiss her neck softly. She took in a breath as Remus' thumb brushed her nipple with the lightest of touches. Though her neck was covered in bruises, Sirius was still trying his best to create more, thinking her skin looked like a tapestry or work of art that he was dying to add to.

Remus worked the fabric of her shirt up until he exposed her chest and then he leaned down, beginning to kiss her soft skin. She let out a soft sigh, leaning into him slightly. His treatment of her was so slow in comparison to the night before. It was like he was taking his time, trying to memorize every single touch and taste.

She whined when he slid his hand between her legs, swiping at her sensitive cunt — Sirius had helped her into a shirt when they finished the night before but forwent underwear. Now she could see why. And Remus cooed comfortingly at her reaction.

"I'll go slow, Sweetheart," he promised. "Want you to take my fingers f' me, yeah? Think your pretty cunt can take two?"

"I bet she could take more," Sirius said, lips brushing Ivy's ear as he pulled her into a better position, her leaning on his chest as Remus moved between her legs. "You were so good for us last night, Bunny. Only fair we return the favor, right, Moons?"

"Such a good girl," Remus agreed, continuing his agonizing pace. "I dreamed about this perfect little cunt." She squealed when he pinched her clit, the sensation making her toes curl. "Think you deserve a treat."

Ivy just turned her head into Sirius' chest and nodded in silent agreement as Remus continued to toy with her opening with his fingertips. She tried to bring her hips off the bed, but Sirius forced them back down, holding her in place.

"Stay still for him, Darling," Sirius ordered.

"Want more," she mumbled, craning her neck to kiss Sirius.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Someone's feeling needy this morning."

"Can you blame her?" Sirius asked, smirking a bit. "You wrecked her last night, mate."

"She's soaked, Pads," Remus groaned, dipping his fingers fully into her cunt, making her close her eyes and moan. "I've barely touched her."

Ivy couldn't even be embarrassed by how wet she already was as his long fingers slipped inside of her, stretching her and caressing her walls. He drove his fingers in and out of her at a torturously slow pace that had her a panting, whining mess in a matter of seconds as Sirius kept her down.

Sirius' hands sought out her chest once he was sure she would keep her hips down on the mattress, seeking out her nipples. He pinched and rolled the perky buds, loving the little mewls that escaped her mouth.

It was the perfect morning, Ivy decided, as Remus began to curl his digits inside of her as Sirius kissed her lips sweetly, his big, warm hands continuing to trace every inch of her.

All too soon, that familiar coil inside of her was tightening, and she grabbed onto Sirius's hands, digging her nails into her skin. "Ah - Siri, I'm gonna - ah!"

"I know, Darling," Sirius murmured in her ear, his eyes glued to Remus' fingers sliding in and out of her. "Let it all out for us."

Her body trembled as an orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, rendering her near useless as her already sleepy mind slipped into the familiar fuzzy head space she'd spent all night in. And Sirius could see her drifting off.

"Bunny, how about breakfast?" he asked, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear. "Rem can clean you up while I cook some muffins."

Ivy hummed and snuggled further into Sirius, still catching her breath. "Don't want breakfast. Want you."

"And maybe," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I'll let you have me once you've eaten something and drank some water. You had a long night last night. So, can Remus take you to the bathroom?"

She turned to look at Remus and nodded before crawling across the bed toward him, her shirt falling back down and hitting her thighs. She sighed happily when she felt the cum between her legs spread — she wished Remus would've licked it up with that impressive tongue of his.

Remus made it seem so effortless as he carried her to the connected bathroom, waving his wand to fill the tub up quickly with warm, soapy water. And as he sat her down in it, she reached for him until he joined her, sliding his underwear off and tossing them to the side.

"You're so pretty, Remmy," she complimented, tracing the scars on his strong forearms while leaning back against him.

He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. "You're prettier," he claimed before beginning to clean her off with a washcloth. And he adored the whine she let out when he passed over her practically abused cunt, knowing he'd be thinking about the cacophony of sounds she made the night before for the rest of his life.

"That's debatable," Ivy said matter of factly, making him chuckle. "But Siri's the prettiest."

Remus grinned in amusement. "Oh, most certainly."

They sat in silence for a minute before Ivy frowned, coming to her senses just a bit. "Do you think Val will hate me?"

He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I think that Val will wish you'd have taken pictures," he said lightheartedly. "And I don't think she's capable of hating you. She loves you and she's not the type of person to hold this against you. All that matters is you were happy and comfortable with everything that happened."

"I am," she mumbled, drawing her knees to her chest, leaning her cheek on them. "I'm a bit sad too, though."

Remus frowned, fearing she was already regretting it. "Sad about what?"

Ivy blushed, and he loved the sight of it. "That it can't happen again."

Fighting off the urge to chuckle, he gripped her chin lightly and turned her to face him. "Who said it wouldn't?"

"You're going to fall in love one day, Remmy — find your Sirius. And they won't want to share you with me," she mumbled, wondering when she'd gotten so greedy.

Of course, Remus was doubting as always that someone would fall in love with him, though he didn't feel as inclined as usual to argue about it. He supposed the night together had something to do with it.

"Well, until then," he said, reaching for a towel, "you're welcome to as much of me as you're comfortable with."

Her face grew even hotter. "I think last night showed I was comfortable with all of you." Then her eyes began to shine with an idea. It flashed in her mind for a second before she shoved it back, but Remus still caught it.

"What is it?"

"You said..." Ivy trailed off shyly, looking at his hands instead of him as her cheeks heated up. "You said something about pictures."

Remus let out a groan, leaning his head back against the rim of the tub. "You're gonna be the death of me, Sweetheart."