The sun draped itself over the little balcony like liquid gold, soft and slow, turning every surface it touched into something sensual. The city outside was barely waking, but here, in their small slice of morning, everything was already burning.
Remus stretched with a low, lazy hum, the sound sliding out of her like it had nowhere else to go. She took a sip of her drink, ice clinking in the glass, then rolled onto her stomach, arms folded beneath her cheek. The movement tugged the hem of Regulus’s shirt, borrowed, rumpled, thin with age, high over the curve of her ass, catching the breeze in a way that made Regulus forget how to breathe.
It was one of those rare spring days where the sun actually stuck around, and they’d agreed without words to drag their pillows and drinks and books outside, a blanket stretched over the sun-warmed tiles. Regulus had stayed in her pajamas, soft cotton and too many layers, but Remus had returned from the bedroom in something that made her nearly drop her drink.
An oversized linen shirt, left entirely unbuttoned, the edges barely brushing the tops of her thighs. The breeze kissed long legs gone gold under the sun, freckles blooming like secrets beneath the loose drape of the fabric.
Remus stretched again, deliberately this time, arching her back just enough to make the movement sinful. “This sun’s not going to last long,” she said, her voice low and lazy. “Might as well make the most of it.”
Then, like it was nothing, like she hadn’t just shattered every calm thought in Regulus’s head, she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms and pool beside her. The white bikini underneath clung to her like sin. She reached back, fingers delicate, and undid the knot at the back of her neck. The top slipped loose against the blanket. Her back was bare now, skin soft and golden, shoulder blades sharp and kissable, the gentle dip of her waist leading into the soft curve of her hips.
Regulus choked on her breath, an actual, audible sound that she couldn’t quite turn into a cough.
Remus glanced over her shoulder with a smirk that could ruin someone. “Didn’t peg you for the shy type, Reggie,” she purred, her lips quirking. “You know I hate tan lines.”
Regulus’s fingers tightened around her glass, her mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
Her eyes dragged down the length of Remus’s body, the arch of her back, the bare line of her side, the teasing swell of her breasts just barely hidden from view. Her thighs parted slightly as she shifted, hips moving with the kind of lazy confidence that could drive someone mad.
Regulus tried to sound unaffected. Failed. “Just… appreciating the view,” she rasped.
Remus gave a soft hum, smug and content, burying her face into her arms again, but Regulus saw the way her lips curled. The flush on her neck. The pleased little twitch in her shoulders like a cat stretching into the heat of her own power.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Reggie,” Remus murmured, voice dripping with innocence that was anything but. “Aren’t you getting hot?”
It wasn’t a question, not really. It was a dare.
Regulus didn’t look away.
She downed the last of her drink, sweet and sticky, the alcohol slow-burning in her veins. A drop slid down her chin, catching the corner of her mouth. She didn’t wipe it.
Instead, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. She didn’t wear a bra. She never had to.
Remus blinked, eyes locking instantly on her chest, something unreadable flickering across her face, hunger, maybe. Awe.
Then came the shorts, Regulus lifted her hips, dragging them down inch by inch, letting Remus watch, letting the sun soak into every inch of bare skin she revealed. The whole time, she never broke eye contact, until she was sitting naked in front of her. Only then did she run her thumb across her chin to catch the stray drop, then licked it clean, deliberately slow. Then she mirrored Remus’s pose, belly down, legs long and tangled, mouth close enough to whisper against her ear.
“You tend to forget I’m French, Remus,” she murmured, her breath ghosting hot over Remus’s skin. “And if you’re going to tease me like this…” Her fingers brushed lightly down Remus’s back, featherlight, until they dipped just above the swell of her ass. “…you better commit. Because if you want to do it—” she pressed her thigh subtly against Remus’s, her voice dropping to a purr, “—you should at least do it right.”
Remus sucked in a sharp breath, her hips shifting almost imperceptibly, but not enough to be ignored. Her eyes were molten, half-lidded and dark, the smirk she wore now far less innocent.
“Is that a promise?” she asked.
Regulus’s answer was a slow smile, wicked and sure.
Roommates my ass, Regulus thought to herself.
@indigostation asks and I shall deliver 🫡🫡
Ps: They fuck on that balcony like 2 minutes afterwards FYI, I was their neighbor!
