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need to get your shit together. Stop crying, because you can't go into his room and bring
up this subject with tears in your eyes. He'll see it as a pity fuck."
Mia wiped the tears from her face and reached for her wand, casting a Cooling
Charm on her skin to take the swelling and blotchiness away from her eyes.
"You're right, it should have been done a long time ago," Sirius continued. "Frankly,
I blame Prongs's prudish tendencies rubbing off on the rest of us." He smirked, and Mia
actually found herself laughing in reaction. "Plus, I'd be lying if I said I haven't been a little
curious."
Before she could think of how to reply to that, he tugged on her hands and lifted
her to her feet. He pressed his cheek to hers, his hands roaming over her hips to cup her
arse.
Mia began to panic as thousands of thoughts simultaneously intruded her mind.
"How is this even going to work? I've always assumed that when it needed to be done, it
would just be me and Remus. Or maybe two of you would get drunk and experimental.
But with three of us—Oh Merlin. Three.. ." She breathed in deep as she felt herself begin
to hyperventilate.
"Relax, kitten." Sirius smirked. "I can count, too. I'm pretty sure we can figure out
the logistics as we go."
"That's easy for you to say, do you plan on being the one in the middle?" she
demanded, her voice cracking a bit as the firewhisky threatened to make a return trip.
"Well," Sirius began with a dark chuckle, squeezing her arse again, "it's not as though
we're entering totally undiscovered territory here, kitten."
"Never simultaneously," she anxiously argued. Sirius was right, the two of them had
little mystery left when it came to the bedroom, and she enjoyed all of their activities.
However, while she had only ever been with Sirius and Remus separately—and had no one
else to compare them to—she had never before had reason to complain for size or stamina;
and what had previously been something that left her feeling just a bit smugly pleased now
had her mind reeling with logistic issues regarding positions and whether or not her body
would even be accommodating for such a feat.
Sirius, however—whether thanks to the firewhisky or his own desires—seemed
much more relaxed. Perhaps it should have unnerved her to see the glint in his grey eyes,
but, in reality, he was right. She could not go into Remus's room looking like she was a