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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 45

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: References to Light Choking.]

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

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Shoes scattered at the doorway of your bedroom (with the laces of his Oxfords tangling with the laces of your sneakers), socks peppering the trail from the door to the bed, clothes tossed haphazardly so that Remus’ jacket ended up on a heap on the floor and your light jumper caught on the bedpost – these little signs, these little consequences of loving each other perhaps showed that despite everything, your souls had not changed after all.

You and Remus barely made it to the bed – in fact, you only ended up on the bed because Remus was kissing you so fervently that he accidentally pushed you up against the bed and you vaguely fell back until you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed. Remus remained standing, but he leaned down and cupped your face in his hands as he continued to kiss you. His soft lips grasped at yours in a way that made your heart race.

Wanting more, you ran your hands up his arms and then, grasping his shoulders, you got up onto your knees. Kissing him back, you parted his lips a bit more before playfully running your tongue along his lower lip. Remus responded instantly, catching your lips in a real, deep kiss. You moaned softly. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you to him. Feeling his warmth radiate against your own skin, you felt indescribably loved, happy, and safe. Remus, your mind whispered, over and over again. Remus, Remus, Remus… Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair and you hugged Remus as you clutched onto his soft locks.

“You smell so wonderful,” you murmured. “And you taste…” You paused and pressed your mouth to his again, before you whispered devoutly, “…amazing…”

“You’re being silly,” Remus whispered back. “I think those car fumes got to your head.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t that, Rem.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.” You kissed him again, and then you confessed, “Though the sight of you trying to fix the car did make me fall in love with you all over again.”

“Me looking foolish, you mean?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “looking all lost and hopeless. You didn’t know what you were doing, did you?”

“Not a clue.”

You laughed. “I knew it. And that’s why I love you.”

“That’s why?”

“Oh, yes,” you said easily.

“Strange,” Remus murmured.

You grinned, and then you kissed Remus again, ever so lovingly. Several minutes passed by, with the two of you indiscernibly pressed together, before you parted briefly to draw breath. Even then, Remus did not loosen his hold on you, and you simply rested your forehead against his cheek. You whispered, “I really missed you.”

Hearing the genuine feeling in your voice, Remus reached up and caught your chin in his hand. He gently pushed your face up and he looked into your eyes. As always, the shades of hazel in Remus’ eyes were difficult to read, shimmering and clouding all at once, and conveying how complicated his soul always was.

You gazed back at him. “Well… won’t you say it back?”

Staring at your bright eyes, and recognizing that spunk that you had always had and that he had always entirely adored, Remus nodded seriously.

“Good,” you whispered softly.

Remus reached out and played gently with a strand of your hair, which had wandered over to your cheek. You smiled at him, and your smile was so kind and patient – weary even. Remus recognized within you something that you had not had before, when you were a student at Hogwarts, but had earned through your years since then – a tired, but resolute grace.

As a girl, it was that sense of adventure, the thrill of the chase, and the endless curiosity of what might be outside of the small, known world that gave you your boundless energy. At that time, this energy had been singular and entirely unaffected. It had been an amazing thing to behold. Back then, Remus had always marveled at how your cute little frame had been able to hold in your boundless energy.

But now, you were a woman, someone who could remain grounded in herself. You were no less spirited and no less adventurous – that sparkle in your eye told Remus all too clearly that you would forever be a little spirit masquerading as a human. However, instead of searching for an elusive adventure, you’d braved one already, and you now knew the value of a home.

You’d always had this aspect of patience to you, of course. Remus had felt it whenever you bit back your questions when you saw his scars, but it had felt strained then. Now, you felt more certain in yourself and everything that you felt for Remus radiated all the more strongly for that.

Remus gently ran his fingers across your face, tracing your cheeks and lips before running his finger up to brush your hair out of your eyes. You closed your eyes, to focus on feeling his touch. You admitted, in a quiet voice, “You touch me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes… So, don’t stop.”

Remus slowly slipped his thumb over your lower lip and pushed your mouth open, just a little. You breathed out softly – and Remus paused. Then, he kissed you fiercely.

“Mmpfh!” You were surprised by how greedily he kissed you, but as soon as his lips met yours, you responded in equal fervor. You were still on your knees, and your knees nearly slipped off of the bed.

Remus started and he fell forward. You both toppled over onto the bed. Remus managed to get his hands out in time to stop himself from landing on you. “Sorry! Are you all right?”

You laughed in delight from under him. “What was that, Rem? You kissed me so fervently! You did miss me, didn’t you?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. So bright, especially when you feel safe. I want to protect you, to preserve this space, where you can be yourself and be happy, just like this.

“Something wrong?” you asked, noticing that he was rather lost in thought.

Awakening at the sound of your voice, Remus suddenly trapped you in his arms and he kissed you once more, stealing your breath away in a mere second. “No,” he said, between kisses. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” He kissed you quite passionately, slowly nudging your head back kiss by kiss – and then the kiss softened and your lips slotted perfectly against each other… And Remus kept kissing you and kissing you -

“Mmm,” you breathed out. “Ah…” You pressed your hands against his handsome face and whispered, “L-Let me catch my breath, love…”

“I don’t wanna let you catch your breath,” Remus whispered. “I’ve forgotten how cute you are when you pant.” Still, Remus acquiesced and broke the kiss, although he kept his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “I missed you too, Lovely. I missed you more than you could ever know.”

You closed your eyes, and you let yourself fall into this wonderful, if not slightly melancholy, feeling of having your heart so incredibly full.

* * * * * * * * * *

There was a wonderful anticipation, all tangled up with an even more wonderful familiarity, as you and Remus rediscovered each other.

You recalled that you loved to pepper Remus’ stomach and hips with kisses, but at the same time, you found that you had forgotten some lovely details – like how he squirmed slightly when you kissed his cock through his briefs, how he trembled when you pulled his briefs down and then let your warm breath pass over his cock, how he blushed softly when you took a moment to kiss his hips all over, how he let out a soft, hurried pant when you finally parted your lips and took him into your mouth, how he grasped your hair increasingly tighter as you started to move your head back and forth, and how he let out that low moan that seemed to reverberate through his scar-covered chest when you let his cock push into your throat.

“Does it – Does it feel good?” you huffed out. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

“You feel perfect,” Remus groaned, and that low grumble in his voice told you that he was telling the truth.

You closed your eyes and worked even harder, wanting nothing more than to please Remus. In your mind, you had a secret wish. I wish he’d love my mouth as much as I love his hands…

All the while, you were on your knees on the bed and you held onto his hips as you tasted his cock on your tongue, over and over again.

“Lovely,” Remus choked out hoarsely, followed by a tight “nngh” as you bobbed your head up and down once again.

“Mm, getting so hard, Rem,” you whispered.

“Y-Yes,” Remus stammered.

At one point, Remus came close to cumming – and you suddenly felt his hand slip around your neck. Your eyes widened, and your heart let out a happy little jolt, but Remus, coming to his senses, had already taken his hand away.

Instead, he started to squirm away from you. But you reached up, grabbed his tie (for he was still wearing his button-up and tie) and you pulled him right back to your needy little mouth. I do like this tie, you affirmed in your head, as you held it tightly in your hand. I like it very much.

“L-Lovely,” Remus stuttered out. “Ah – hah – ah…!”

You moaned hotly, with Remus’ cock still filling up your mouth. You loved hearing Remus’ moans and you adored the way his hips were shivering. More, Remus, more, you pleaded in your head, and you worked yourself that much harder to make him moan harder.

Remus groaned heavily. For a moment, he leaned over you, and his hand slammed into the bedpost. He grabbed it tightly as he tried to remain upright.

“Mmpfh!” A light sound of air escaping you sounded out as Remus’ cock suddenly filled your mouth.

It was quite sweet though, that even though Remus was about to lose control entirely, he was still gently holding your hair back for you with his other hand. True, his grip on your hair was quite tight, but still, it showed his true gentlemanly colors that he didn’t suddenly yank at your hair – thought I wouldn’t mind that either, you found yourself thinking.

Finally, Remus panted out hoarsely, “T-That’s quite enough, sweetheart. Unless you want it to end here – ah…”

Putting your warm hands on his abs, you kissed your way up his thigh and stomach. Resting your chin on his stomach, you looked up at him. “Whatever you want. I’d honestly love for you to cum in my mouth. I must admit, I want to taste you. Mm…Yes. But I also want to feel you inside me. I’m all wet, and I want you, Remus.” You lifted your head slightly and began to kiss your way back down his stomach, as you murmured, “Your call, love.”

“Christ,” Remus muttered, feeling your soft kisses fluttering all over his stomach, “you’re so – you’re so…”

“What?” you whispered. You suddenly slid your hands up to his shoulders and then arched your back, stretching to kiss his chest –

“Christ,” Remus repeated. He felt spellbound by you. Warring desires rose up inside of him – he wanted to simply watch you and take you in, but he also wanted to take you… His hands flexed for a moment, as he imagined grasping your hips, your neck, your hair.

Before you could repeat your question and bring the conversation back full circle, Remus had gently pushed you onto your side. He pushed up your thighs a little, so that he could see your pussy peeking out from between your legs.

“Hm…?” A soft sound of surprise left you, as you went very quickly from giving to finding yourself in a position very much meant to receive.

“I think you too regard me too highly,” Remus said, his voice rather raspy. “I’m not very patient when I’m with you, I’m afraid. I can’t take my time with you, after all.”

You felt Remus’ warm hand cover your hip. Then, his fingers tightened and Remus pulled you gently but quite firmly towards him. At the same time, Remus shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, until his cock was pressing gently against your pussy.

You held your breath in anticipation. Remus’ eyes flickered up to yours. “Do you want this, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.” You breathed out heavily, as you added, “Please.”

Remus’ cock throbbed when he heard you say “please” so sweetly, but he merely nodded and then – he slowly began to push the tip of his cock between your warm pussy folds.

You tensed at once. “Ah…”

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” Remus whispered tightly. She’s all wet, but she’s even tighter than I thought she would be. I’m going to have to push a bit.

“Lovely, tell me - ” Remus began again, but his breath gave out as he pushed in a little more – you cried out achingly and you suddenly pressed your face into the sheets. Your mind was already spinning in a soft whirl. How is he spreading me out so much already? I wonder if it’s because I’m lying on my side and my legs are together. But I – ah, ah, ah! Remus pushed in a little more, and your fists tightened on the sheets… but it was no good, and you still shuddered quite obviously, a ripple running down your frame. Remus watched you, your lovely side silhouette all shivering as you were laid out on the bed, lying as still as you could, like a good girl, as you took in his cock, inch by inch.

“Darling, you’re so tight,” Remus breathed out. “Are you – Are you all right?” He didn’t realize it, but his nails were digging into the soft skin of your hip as he tried to control himself.

Your only reply was a soft, muffled whimper.

“Uh, fuck… Are you sure you’re all right?” Remus checked in on you.

You nodded. A small part of your mind took in the fact that Remus had cursed, and cursed so softly and gently that it made you want to smile. But in truth, most of your mind was struggling to cognize anything, as the soft burn you were feeling between your legs was making your heart go awry…

Remus frowned slightly. Pulling out of you, he put his other hand down on the bed and he leaned over you slowly. Then, he gently pressed a kiss against your shoulder.

“Lovely,” he called softly, for you had resolutely hidden your face away into the sheets.

“I’m – I’m fine,” you replied, though you were clearly panting into the sheets.

“Look at me. Please, I want to see your face.”

You shook your head softly.

Remus opened his mouth and bit your shoulder – not hard, but hard enough that it made you lift your head and look at him.

“Ow,” you mouthed softly.

Remus let out a soft chuckle. “There you are. Stubborn as ever, hm?”

You blushed. That was when Remus noticed how utterly flushed your entire face was, how your eyes were gleaming, yet dazed already, how the front of your hair was a right mess, and how hard you were breathing already.

Taken aback, Remus’ mouth fell open. “I didn’t hurt you somehow, did I?” His anxiety began to build up. “If it doesn’t feel good, you have to tell me. You know I’m not very – uh – experienced at this and – well, if I’m not making you feel good - ”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “You didn’t hurt me at all. And it does feel good. It feels so good, Remus. It’s just that… As you were entering me, I - ” You swallowed softly.

“What?”

You hesitated, not wanting to sound silly. But Remus was looking at you with such gentle, almost scared eyes, that you felt you had to tell him the truth. So, you confessed, “I suddenly felt this rush inside of me, and I just – just desperately want you as deep inside of me as possible. I want so badly to feel that I was yours, and I want you to, you know, to give me that soft burn inside of me and – and all that.”

Remus watched as you nervously balled up his tie around your fist as you spoke.

“Such an intense feeling… I feel like a teenager all over again. It feels like a first love,” you murmured. “And so, I got – um – Well, I got all tight…”

“So that’s the reason, hm?” Remus realized. He grazed his lips softly against your shoulder. “It’s because you got all soft for me, isn’t it?”

When he puts it that way – With a sigh, you admitted, “I know how stupid it sounds. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I’d rather we just – we just keep going and – and – Remus?” You blinked in surprise as Remus suddenly stood back up. Then, he grasped your waist decisively and, with a deep grunt, he thrust his hips forward.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly as he finally took you, jolting his hips forward to push his cock deep into your pussy.

Remus moaned. Heaven. Feels so good to be inside her… He thrust again, fulfilling your desire to feel that soft burn inside of you. A first love… Does it feel that way? I suppose it does. But for me, it’s more of a continuation, as she’s been my only love. I’m forever in that state of first love with her. Yes, yes, yes…

“Hah, ah, hah…!” You gripped tightly at the sheets and panted out extremely fast as you felt Remus’ cock push deep inside of you, opening your tight walls up. At the same time, Remus felt your pussy clench on his cock. You let out a quiet, but tight whine and you shifted your thighs, so that they were rubbing softly against each other. As you did, you put your hands down on the bed and you slowly pushed yourself closer to the edge of the bed and closer to Remus. Then, gripping the sheets again, you swallowed hard and then you looked up – right at Remus – and your eyes clearly spelled out that you wanted – “More,” you whispered softly.

Remus was gone. Every wisp of coherent, rational thought dried up within the confines of his mind, and something else, something much more ancient and primal in the human soul than thought, took over.

Remus’ hands slid down your beautiful shape once – exactly once – and then, both of his hands found the curve of your waist. He grasped you tightly and all but pinned you to the bed – and then he thrust.

Some unholy moan rang out from you, and you shivered all over the bed, but Remus’ strong grasp kept you pinned to the bed and Remus was already steadily working up to an intense rhythm. It wasn’t so much that he was taking you quickly, so much as his thrusts were strong and deep and he simply wouldn’t let up one bit no matter how strangled your moans got or how terribly you shivered or how tightly your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Remus! Ah!” you gasped out, shocked by how intensely he was taking you and how damn good he was making you feel. It was in this moment that you had to recognize that somewhere between that shy, timid boy and that furious, beastly werewolf – there was a man, a man who knew, beyond every doubt, that he loved you.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn!” Your cries were fast turning into wails. Because it was all too much. To think that everything had come full circle - to remember those first kisses by the library window, that soft and secret touching session in your bed under the Ravenclaw tapestry, and that strange, but truly wonderful session in that broom cupboard when you and Remus first decided to give your relationship a try, and those sweet, young moments of being together right after graduation, to that night where the two of you had first made love and so many unspoken truths burst into sharp reality – only to be able to give yourselves over to each other now without holding back, it was honestly overwhelming and the intense heat flaring up all along your body was elevated elevated a hundredfold by the memories flooding through your heart.

It occurred to you that you were stuttering something out – some strange, gemlike thing came tumbling out of your lips – and it was as if both you and Remus heard it at the same time: “I – I… you…”

It was likely the only thing that could have made Remus pause, but pause he did. And when he slowed down, his body suddenly caught up to him and Remus himself was abruptly aware of how much his abs were burning and how tight his chest was. Letting out a hard breath, he reached up and pushed his hair out of his eyes and wiped away the sweat appearing on his forehead. But then, he reached down and grasped your face in his hand rather tightly. He murmured quietly, “What did you just say?”

You blinked furiously. Sweat was dripping down your forehead too. Remus tenderly wiped it away with his sleeve. And when you reached down and used his tie to wipe away a spot he had missed, Remus smiled at you. “What did you say, Lovely? I want to know…” As Remus asked his question again, he ran his hands all up and down your body, partly because he remembered you saying that you rather liked his hands and partly because he couldn’t help himself. You were still wearing your shirt and your bra, and Remus now took the opportunity to slowly strip off of your shirt and your bra.

You shivered a little as the cold air washed over your skin. But it also seemed to wake you up a little, as you managed to reply, with a soft smile, “Just… I love you.”

Remus’ eyes flooded with warmth. “Is that so?” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle your nose.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you scrunched your nose. “Yes…”

Remus grasped your waist and pushed you up the bed a little, so that he could join you on the bed.

“But you knew that already,” you murmured.

Remus grasped both of your hands in his and, squeezing your hands tightly, he pushed your hands gently down onto the bed. Using his thigh, he quickly pushed open your thighs, simultaneously shifting you over onto your bed. “But I don’t mind hearing you say it.”

You blinked as you suddenly found your boyfriend standing between your legs, with his sturdy hips pushing open your soft little thighs. “Oh…” you whispered. Your heart thumped quite hard in your chest.

Remus came onto the bed and, hovering over you, he looked down at you. His hazel eyes were flooded with an enchanting softness as murmured, “You know, don’t you? That I love you, too.” He paused, and for a moment, he seemed worried, as he insisted, “You must know.”

Your eyes became misty, and your heart swelled with love as you whispered back, “Yes.”

Remus nodded. Then, he bent his head down until his forehead met yours. He squeezed your hands tightly in his again, and then – “ah!” you cried out, as Remus pushed himself back inside of you.

As Remus kept making love to you, and as your mind became hazier and hazier and your toes began to curl, your hands slipped down Remus’ sides. You instinctively clutched onto his shirt to stop yourself – but Remus thrust just then – and with a soft, raspy cry, you accidentally yanked Remus’ shirt with both of your hands. A button flew off and bounced onto the sheets.

“A-Ah, s-sorry!” you stuttered out.

“Never mind,” Remus grunted, and he kept going. You felt so good to him, with your soft, velvety walls opening up for him and squeezing so tightly at his cock, plunging in and out of your now wet little hole.

At one point, you lifted your head and kissed and bit Remus all down his neck and shoulders. Then, as Remus took you harder and harder, he reached up and grabbed the headboard with one hand, and you found yourself staring blearily at his chest. You made to bite his chest, too, but the tie got in the way. He also still had his shirt on. Don’t know how that never came off, you thought hazily. I’ve been negligent.

“W-Wait – ah – R-Remus,” you moaned.

“What is it?” Remus growled, with a low groan following his question. He was fucking your pussy so well, and he was starting to get close to that point of losing all conscious control. But when he opened his eyes and stared down at your flushed face, his brow furrowed. “Am I being too rough?”

“No. It’s only that… I want to feel – feel your warmth. I want these - ” you gave two quick tugs at his tie and shirt “ – off.” And you finished with a nice, “Please.”

Rather sheepishly, Remus mumbled, “Ah. Right. I forgot I was still wearing these.” He reached up and made to unbutton his shirt. You quickly reached up and helped him – undoing his tie and helping him with half the buttons.

You both were panting quite heavily and your fingers slipped and scattered all over the place as you both impatiently cast aside his tie and his shirt.

But once they were off, you eagerly pulled Remus back on top of you and then you hugged him so that he fell onto you – and while Remus voiced his concern that he was crushing you, you let out a happy sigh and hugged him tighter, sinking into his warmth and taking in his wonderful scent.

Meanwhile, Remus was going, “Lovely? Lovely, I’m crushing you, aren’t I? Can you breathe?”

“Mhm,” was all you said, for you were too occupied with nuzzling his shoulder with your cheek, while appreciating the way he was making you feel so safe and so warm. All I need, you thought, is that burn inside of me again…

Remus’ brow furrowed, however, as he wasn’t sure which question you were saying “mhm” too. He hastily pushed himself up.

When you let out a soft noise of protest, he looked at you confusedly.

“Where are you going?” you breathed out. “Don’t you want to continue?”

“I… I thought I was…” Remus began.

However, it didn’t matter, as you already pulled him back down on top of you. Wrapping your arms around him, you buried your face against his neck and sighed out happily.

“Aren’t I too heavy?” Remus whispered to you, still worried. “I feel like I’m crushing you.”

At this, you mumbled, a bit mindlessly, “Well, maybe I like being crushed. You ever think of that, Remus Lupin?”

Oh. To his complete surprise, Remus felt his chest constrict and the muscle in his jaw jumped as he suddenly clenched his jaw. I could give that to her.

But then, startled at himself, Remus shook his head and bleated out, “Uh, I don’t – I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

At this, you did in fact pause. “Oh. What did I say? Did I say something silly?”

Remus stared down at you. Oh, she wasn’t serious.

You blinked up at him and let out a soft sigh. “Can’t we talk a little later? I… I would rather…” You closed your eyes and rolled your hips gently against him. “I want to make love with you, and get lost in that.” You moaned out, “Mm, can’t we, Rem? Can’t we – ah - do that?”

Remus blinked. Well, yes. Yes, certainly, a low voice in his head whispered. But all he managed to stutter out was, “Er… I s’pse so.”

You ran your hands all over his chest. You whispered, in a raspy voice, “Well, give it to me, then.”

Remus felt his cock throb at your words. Slowly, without realizing it, he was beginning to loosen up. In truth, he had, in his own unconscious, been struggling with his anxieties, most of them generated by his overthinking. It’s my first time being together with Lovely again. What if I do something wrong? What if I make her uncomfortable? What if I can’t make her feel good?

But the way you were asking him, in such straightforward words, to simply be with you and to take you, helped Remus to shut away the part of his mind that was always causing him to worry. Feeling more confident, Remus pushed his cock back inside of you. You both let out low moans of pure pleasure at how good it felt. Your thighs twitched as you felt his cock pushing deeper into you.

Remus’ arms came in slightly, keeping you right below him, and you held onto him in a hug, as he began to take you harder and harder.

Yeah, feels – uhn – so good, Remus thought. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he rolled his hips against you. Your legs were slowly but surely being pushed open more and more as Remus began to take you more aggressively.

Ah… you moaned, both in your head and aloud. Gods, I’ve forgotten how good it feels to be with him like this. Mm, Remus. You wondered vaguely if he could feel how hard your heart was beating for him. Wanting Remus to realize how in love with him you felt, you grasped onto his arms and then, lifting your head a little, you peppered kisses all up and down the insides of his arms.

Remus groaned, and his reply was to thrust into you harder. You moaned and fell back against the bed, only you turned your head and pressed your mouth against Remus’ wrist. You were now panting rather audibly, for Remus was doing his utmost to thrust you into you hard and fast, for that unbearable tightness was beginning to coil in both of your stomachs, and Remus was not only chasing his pleasure rather intently, but he could very much feel how tight and wet you’d gotten, and it felt so fucking good for Remus to sink his cock into your little pussy over and over again, that he was truly beginning to get lost – not just in that soft, romantic way, but also in that rather carnal and lustful realm of pure sex and pure pleasure.

Remus dropped his head and began to huff into the blankets just above your head, and his hips dropped slightly, too, meaning that his cock delved deeper into your pussy as he pounded into you.

“Ah!” you cried out, and the cry tore out of your throat. That cry joled Remus slightly back to reality.

“Lovely, am I – uhn – am I taking you too hard?” Remus whispered, checking in with you.

You shook your head furiously. “No, it f-feels so g-good. Ah…! Harder! Please, harder!” you begged.

“Mm,” Remus growled lowly, and he leaned into you to raise his hips a bit more. You breathed out as you felt your legs lift slightly in the air, and then Remus, knowing that he had your consent, began to properly pound into you, to properly fill your tight cunt with his cock, over and over and over again.

It was all too soon that your mind began to whirl, and stars began to flood your already hazy vision. Your breaths came out in sharp exhales, bursting out of you. Your tummy rippled as you trembled under Remus, with his thighs pushing up against yours consistently, and his cock delving deep into your tight hole repeatedly.

“Uhn!” you moaned desperately, with your voice wrenching into a tight cry. You were shifting atop the bed too, rocking your hips back and forth as much as you could, taking in as much of Remus as you could, and wanting that sweet, sweet release –

Ugh, s-shit, Lovely, if you m-move like that, I’m going to – I’m going to – Remus grabbed you roughly and kissed you – he fell on top of you – you let out a muffled cry – and then, Remus thrust into you as hard as he could –

“NNGH!” You let out a hard, labored cry –

Remus barely ripped away from you in time. Remus, leaning over the bed on his hands and knees, though with one hand on his cock, came all over the bed. He was bent over and he let out a low moan, almost a whine, as he pumped his cock with his hand – and his cum spurted all over the sheets.

You wanted to go to him, perhaps sink onto your knees and kiss his stomach all over as he came, but you were so entirely spent that all you could do was pant your heart out and watch Remus through an intense, misty, pink haze…

Finally, when Remus had managed to calm himself down, he came back to you, sliding towards you on the bed. You were still lying with your head on the headboard, but lying out on the bed otherwise, and with your hands resting on your tummy.

Remus came over to you. He approached you slowly and he gave you the gentlest kiss on your shoulder as he whispered, “How are you?”

You were still exhausted, but you smiled softly and replied, in a somewhat raspy voice, “Splendid.”

Remus paused. In a tone that managed to be both shy and teasing, he lisped quietly, “That’s quite the adjective.”

“Mm…” you agreed.

Remus reached up and made to push his sweaty hair out of the way, but that stubborn little lock of hair on his forehead flopped right back out.

“Pft…”

“Are you laughing at me?” Remus said, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You shook your head. “No, sir.”

“Are you sure?” As Remus spoke, he looped his arm around you and pulled you to him.

“Mhm,” you replied.

“You absolutely sure?” Remus whispered, biting lightly at your ear. At the same time, his hand grazed over your thigh and – you breathed out – as he gently pressed his fingers over your pussy.

“I – ah – Yes, I-I’m sure,” you stuttered out. You were still so warm between your legs, and you were feeling rather tender, too. And yet… You swallowed hard as you felt your pussy clench softly at the thought of having Remus again.

Remus hesitated. Was it just my imagination or did Lovely just twitch her hips? He pushed himself up on one arm, so that he could glimpse your face.

You were still looking rather flushed, and you were gazing downwards in somewhat of a daze. But then, when Remus pressed his fingers lightly against you once more, sure enough, he noticed the way you wiggled your hips immediately. Speaking very softly, so as not to break the haze you were in, he asked you, “Lovely, do you want my fingers inside of you?”

You paused. Then, you nodded.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

Remus smiled, and he gently pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“O-Oh…”

The instant Remus pushed his fingers inside of you, your pussy wrapped around his fingers tightly. Remus hissed softly, and his cock throbbed. Even tighter, and all hot around my fingers… Gods…

You had closed your eyes when you felt Remus enter you again, but you blinked your eyes open and looked around when you felt Remus suddenly disappear. “Remus?”

“One second.” Remus positioned himself between your legs. You pause when you felt his hands easily split your thighs open. You stared down in surprise as Remus then laid down and lowered his head to lap at your pussy. At the same time, he pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“Oh…!” You reached around blindly for a pillow and then put it over your head.

Remus chuckled lightly at the sight, but the next second, as he pushed his fingers deep inside of your hot little cunt, and then sucked hard at your pussy, the pillow fell off of your face and he saw how you were panting all over again. She’s so cute…

“Ah, Remus…” you moaned liltingly.

“Mm, yes, getting all wet again, darling?” Remus whispered, and he pressed his mouth to your clit and tongued you. “Mm…”

“Ah!”

“So sweet,” Remus groaned, and he slid forward slightly to taste more of you. At the same time, his fingers were pumping steadily in and out of you.

You stared up dizzily at the ceiling – and all you saw was a pink haze and a string of fuzzy golden lights… In your mind, you were chanting in a soft, needy whisper, Remus… Remus… Oh, Remus…!

Remus gently lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder. Then, he reached down and slid his hands under your ass and lifted your hips slightly, and then he buried his head between your legs.

“Ah!” You gasped and arched your back at once. The pink haze disappeared, replaced by a strong, thrumming golden light that threatened to swallow you whole at once.

“Mmphf, mm, mm, mmm…” Remus moaned heavily as he ate you, lavishing your pussy all over with his tongue before sucking hard at your wet little pussy.

“A-Ah, ah, ah!” Your tummy rippled and buckled as you felt that intense pleasure coiling up in your tummy. Before you knew it, you had wrapped both of your legs around Remus’ shoulder, but then – you suddenly ripped yourself away, rolling over onto the side. You managed to grab the pillow and bury your face in it as you landed face-down, on your stomach.

Remus frowned and lifted his head. “Lovely? What’s wrong?”

You panted hard into your pillow for a moment. Nngh, gotta get myself together… I – Ah… But I’m throbbing so much in my pussy…

“Are you all right?” Remus said worriedly, following you.

You lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him.

Remus froze.

Then, you said, “Again.”

“A-Again?”

You blinked at him. “Do you not want to?” You glanced down. “It looks like you do.”

At this, Remus blushed slightly. But as he leaned over you, with his chin grazing your shoulder, he whispered, “Are you teasing me? Knowing I want to just as much as you, if not more, but wanting to hear me admit to it? Hm?”

You smiled as you gently lifted your hips and pressed your ass up against his cock. Moving your hips up and down a little, you murmured, “Maybe… I like when you get a little vocal.”

“Do you? I think it’s rather embarrassing.” Remus tenderly pushed aside your hair and kissed your shoulder.

“No, no,” you told him earnestly. “It’s quite – well, to tell you the truth, it’s very nice to listen to. It does things to me, if you catch my drift.”

Remus blushed. “If you don’t ever hear me moan again, it’s because of how self-conscious you’ve made me just now.”

“No, really,” you insisted. “You have this little puppy moan, but this deep growl and it – well, as I said, it does things to me, like make me go all tight and – mm!”

Remus reached over and put his hand over your mouth to shush your nonsense. At the same time, with his other hand, he grasped your hip and pushed you down firmly on the bed. “Shush, sweetheart,” he murmured, “that’s quite enough out of you.” With that, he pushed his cock back into your tender, wanting pussy.

“Mmm!”

“Uhn, f-fuck, sweetheart,” Remus groaned. So fucking warm inside of her, and she’s gripping already. Merlin, this isn’t going to take long.

You instinctively started to arch your back, but at that moment, Remus thrust into you – your thighs trembled, and you felt yourself collapse right back onto the bed. You let out a warbled, muffled cry as you hid your face into the pillow again. Ah, so deep, and I’m all – my pussy’s already so… nngh… You shut your eyes tightly and moaned quietly, but intensely as you felt Remus’ cock fill you right back up again.

Remus stared down for a moment at your shivering shoulders. His eyes traced the line of your beautiful, strong back. There was something about this position that Remus had always liked. He loved being able to glance down and see your sweet, soft little body taking up space in his bed, and the way you grasped at the pillow and buried your face in it to let out muffled moves was very cute, even if it did slightly annoy him that you were grasping onto the pillow instead of him. Besides, when Remus inevitably collapsed on top of you, he could keep you under him and form a sort-of protective barrier around you. He could cover you all over with kisses and you had to lie there and blush as you received his love, his love that he so wanted to give you, even if he wasn’t fully confident in his right to show you the depth of his desire for you. But for that moment, in the rush of the afterglow, he could finally show you, at least a little, how much he adored you…

Still, that moment was quite a ways away, for Remus was only beginning to take you again – going slow, though quite deep, as you were already quite wet, from your last session. He kept one hand pressed against the mattress, to hold himself up. But with his other hand, he reached down and slowly, slowly, slowly ran his hand up from your waist, up your back, all the way to your neck. He brushed your hair aside and then he gently wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.

Your heart leapt when you felt Remus’ hand close in around your neck. Oh my, you thought. You felt tempted to turn around and look at Remus, but you didn’t want him to take his hand away, so you obediently kept your head bowed down and waited eagerly in anticipation for Remus to take you – And take you, he did.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly, as Remus jerked his hips forward. His cock slammed back into you, until he bottomed out in you. Your knees bent as your feet kicked in the air. You grabbed the pillow for all you were worth and buried your face against it, moaning desperately.

Remus groaned equally desperately, and when he felt your cunt clench tightly around his cock, his hand tightened on the back of your neck too.

Breathing out harshly, Remus began to rut into you, relieved that your pussy was so wet, because it meant that he could take you rather roughly and it would be pleasurable to you, too. He felt your warm, tight, velvety walls being pushed open to take his cock as he pushed into you, and when he pulled out, your pussy would grip at him a little, as if you didn’t want him to pull out, as if you liked nothing better than to have his thick cock buried deep inside of your pussy.

You had the perfect pussy to fuck, Remus thought, because you were all warm and soft but right towards the end, deep in your pussy, you got very, very tight – and that tight spot of yours, that was what Remus chased, that was where he wanted to push into, because you felt so incredibly perfect all wrapped around his cock. And though you had never said anything aloud, Remus sensed that that was your sweet spot, and that when he was able to fuck his cock into you that deep over and over again, you seemed to lose your pretty little mind until you were sobbing and cumming all over him, which was exactly what Remus wanted.

Soon, you were huffing and puffing into the pillow and you needed more air. You shakily put your elbows onto the mattress and tried to lift your head.

Remus’ breath caught when he saw how stunning your shape was when you arched your back like that. What was more, with your head still slightly bowed down, your hair had fallen forward, and Remus could see exactly how easily and comfortably his hand was slotted against the back of your neck.

Remus squeezed – you moaned at once - and your head fell back a little, and you arched your back even more. At the same time, your hands shot out and slammed onto the headboard in front of you. Your breasts, in all their softness, were bouncing lightly in time to Remus’ fucking you, and your nipples were so pert and erect as you arched your back… Remus moaned hotly. Without realizing it, his fingers tangled messily with your hair and, fisting your hair in his hand, he pulled your head back a little. At the same time, he thrust into you again – you cried out – and your hands slipped and you fell right back down onto your pillow.

Remus quickly let you go, not even realizing that he’d just (albeit gently) yanked your head back like that right as he drove his cock into you, making you feel a burst of heat in your tummy. Remus blinked blearily as he watched as you shivered all over, with your hips shuddering against the sheets.

Godric, I can’t believe Lovely’s in my bed like this, shuddering away all like. Doesn’t she have any idea how beautiful she is? With a low, almost helpless moan, Remus leaned over and, slipping his hands under your shivering hips, he proceeded to run his hands all up and down your body until, finally, he grasped your breasts in hands, and then rutted into you roughly from behind.

“Oh, Godric! Ah!” you panted out. “R-Remus!”

Remus moaned and bit hard at your shoulder. “Gods, you’re wet,” he growled softly, but quite intensely into your ear. “So wet, Lovely,” he repeated, and then he moaned as he sloppily fucked your pussy.

You blushed a little. It was true, for you could hear the soft squelching sounds now as Remus fucked you, and you could feel how easily his cock was pushing in and out of you now, and most of all, you could feel how terribly, desperately hot you were in your tummy and between your legs.

“All wet,” Remus whispered, very much in love with you, and also teasing you a little as he noticed your face getting pinker and pinker as he kept telling you how wet you were. He squeezed your breasts in his hands and bit at your shoulder again before he whispered lowly, “Leaving all those little wet patches on my pants whenever we so much as kissed, do you know how much that messed with my head? I wondered if you were doing it on purpose at first, to torment me. But now, I see that you just can't help yourself.”

You tried to reply, but all that left your mouth was a protesting pant, followed by a deep, low moan.

“This explains how you could be so oblivious about it all,” Remus said accusingly, all the while grasping fervently at your breasts and taking you rather hard from behind. “You – uhn, fuck, feels so good, mmm – You drove me absolutely mad for you. Did you know that? Hm?”

“N-No,” you breathed out harshly. You swallowed hard, and then let out a desperate moan, as Remus kept going – kept pushing you towards that point of utter tenderness and tension –

“Nngh!” You let out a ragged, but fierce little moan, as your pussy suddenly clamped down all around Remus’ cock, squeezing him. Unable to help yourself, your thighs caved in a little, squeezing Remus even harder.

Remus took in a sharp, sudden intake of breath. There was a beat where he was absolutely still, keeping his cock pushed deep inside of your pussy, and keeping you trapped all under him, gathered up beneath him in bed, while you were moaning and sobbing and shaking under him.

I-I’m cumming, you realized hazily, barely recognizing your own body, your own pants, your own cries, as a wave of intense warmth and relief crashed over you all at once. It felt like someone had cut the strings between your soul and your body and you were able to take off into flight forever. Your mind was spinning, you couldn't seem to get enough breath, and your entire body was shaking, shaking with pleasure and complete release. F-Fuck, I-I’m c-cumming so h-hard – ahhhh! Ah! Ah, ah, ah!

“Oh, fuck, Lovely,” Remus breathed out. “You’re – Merlin, you’re tight!” Gritting his teeth together, Remus let out a rough, deep growl. Then, he suddenly wrapped his legs around yours and fell over onto you. Pressing you hard into the bed now, and with his hands gripping your breasts and his mouth clamped hotly onto your shoulder, Remus fucked you like a man at the end of his wits.

“Nngh – H-Hah, ah, ah, ah!” you cried out. You started to lift your hips, out of the sheer need to do something, to move, to anything because Remus was drawing out your orgasm, but it was so much, too much, and you couldn’t take it anymore without outright losing your mind – but Remus was taking you too hard and he drove you right back into the mattress. You started to cry out his name, when you suddenly heard Remus let out an ungodly moan. Your eyes widened and you suddenly clutched at the sheets, keeping as still as you could, so that he could cum all over you, just as you wanted.

A moment later, with a hard grunt, Remus suddenly grabbed your shoulders and thrust one last time – you moaned loudly, almost pitifully – and then Remus pulled out and came all over you. As you felt his hot cum drench you, you moaned softly. At once, your pussy began to drip with cum. “Mm,” you breathed out, and you wiggled your hips very, very lightly.

Remus let out a defeated moan. “Don’t – Don’t – I can’t help myself if you look so – so pretty,” he breathed out. Then, he fell over, right on top of you.

You could feel exactly how quickly his chest was rising and falling and you could feel his hard huffs blow across your cheek as Remus tried desperately to bring his heart rate back under control. You reached up to touch his chest, to soothe him, but Remus shivered violently at your touch. Your mouth fell open. “Remus?”

Remus turned over onto his side, hiding his face from you. “Sorry,” he breathed out. “Just give me a moment to get my – my heart back under control here.”

You rolled over so that you were lying on your side behind him. Then, you slowly and softly pushed your head up so that you were resting your chin on his shoulder.

Remus flinched slightly. You could feel it, too – that sharp, golden spark that ran through both of you whenever you touched like this…

You let out a breath. Remus squirmed. We’re so sensitive with each other. It’s as if we need to take turns protecting each other, yet we’re the ones affecting each other so much in the first place. It’s such serious, heavy energy, you thought, almost mournfully. But this is love, I think. I suppose what I can do is to keep it as light-hearted as possible, just to keep us human, to keep us from floating away together and forgetting about our human selves entirely.

You whispered softly, in a teasing tone, “But what if I don’t want to give you a moment? What if I like to see you come all undone in front of me? What if I secretly savor that part of being with you, hm?”

Neither of you fully realized this, but the two of you were mirroring the moment from before, when you had been the one to be overwhelmed and buried your head in your pillow, and Remus had teased you until you’d finally shown him your face.

Still, the words were familiar enough. Remus let out a soft sigh. He lifted his head and turned around so that he could look at you.

“There you are,” you said lovingly, and you smiled when you saw Remus, for he was in a right state. His face was sweaty, his hair was messy (with that darned curl still sticking resolutely to his forehead), his eyes were burning with a silvery, intense fire, and his chest was going up and down as he tried to reel in his breath.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Remus breathed out. “For a moment, I was – I couldn’t think about anything. I could only feel you – your warmth, your body, your energy…”

You smiled at him. “That’s what sex is supposed to feel like.”

“Is it?” Remus said vaguely. He let out another hard breath and once again pushed his sweaty hair back.

Wow, he looks good when he does that, a small, young, and smitten voice whispered in your head. Goodness, I knew I was in love with Remus since forever, but am I still not over my crush?

Remus, noticing you staring at him, said, a bit self-consciously, “What? What is it? Am I looking all foolish again?”

You smiled. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Remus sighed. In a remorseful little voice, he muttered, “Can’t be helped, I suppose.”

Resisting the urge to repay the favor of pinning him down and lavishing him with kisses, you instead lifted your hand into the air – a small, quiet gesture.

Remus slowly lifted his hand, too. Then, he very thoughtfully slipped his fingers between yours and began to close his fingers around your hand. You smiled, but Remus kept going and that quiet, gentle handhold gradually became very tight and pressing.

You blinked. “Remus?”

“Sweetheart, come closer, won't you?” Remus murmured, though still between hard pants. His voice was a little ragged, on account of how hard he’d been huffing and growling as he took you today.

You softly scooted closer to him. "Hello," you said quietly.

"Hello," Remus replied, equally quietly. He ran his hand all down the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek.

You lifted your hands and pressed them warmly against Remus' chest. You softly traced his scars with your fingertips. "This one's newer," you murmured, running your fingers along a brighter scar.

With his other hand, Remus reached down and grabbed your hand in his. Then, he slowly pressed your hand firmly against his chest, so that your palm covered his newer scar.

You looked up at Remus. He trusts me, you realized. He isn't hiding himself from me anymore. Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled up at him.

"Don't cry, Lovely," Remus whispered gently. His thumb flickered under both of your eyes, as he murmured, "I can't stand it when you cry."

You slipped your arms around Remus and buried your face against his chest and took deep breaths, taking in his calming scent. Remus kissed the top of your head and he put his arms around you, tucking you in against him and reminding you that you were with him, that there was nothing to be afraid of, because he loved you.

Nothing more was said, because nothing needed to be said. As you lay there, it occurred to you that you could hear a soft, warm pitter-patter. It’s been raining all day today. It suits us, somehow. This sense of nostalgia that appears only when we're hidden away together, in our own little world... Perhaps it's a little sad to think of, but it's home for the both of us - yes, for the both of us.

* * * * * * * * * *

Back at your mother’s apartment, your brother approached her and asked, “Mum, how come you were so hard on Remus?”

“Because life will be hard for them," your mother replied, not mincing words. "They need to recognize the strength that they have, if they want to be truly happy together.”

“What do you mean? They seem happy. I mean, they seem in love, right?”

Your mother snorted. “Oh, sure, those two have got love all sorted out. They can’t help themselves, clearly. But you know, love doesn’t always bring happiness. You have to be willing to work for happiness. And you have to do it together. If you’re afraid of yourself or if you don’t trust your partner, the happiness won’t come. I was trying to teach them that.”

“Well, I don’t think Sis took it very well.”

“No. Foolish, headstrong girl,” your mother said, shaking her head. But a moment later, she added, in a quiet voice, “But that’s how it should be, I suppose.”

When your brother looked confused, your mother explained, “Your father was just like that, too. I remember that when I went to meet his family, I wore my best dress. But his entire family still disliked me – saying that I was too hardy for a woman, that I wasn’t graceful or feminine, that I wouldn’t make a good wife or mother. And do you know what your father did? He took my hands, led me out of the room, and proposed on the stairs of his family house that very evening.” She looked at your brother. “Do you remember much of your father?”

Your brother paused. He squinted for a moment, as though he were trying to bring a hazy vision into focus. “Hm… I think I do, actually. But then, I’m not sure if it’s a memory or a dream. It all blurs together sometimes. Probably because I was so young.”

At this, your mother reached out and gently put her arm around your brother. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice that she rarely ever used. “No, my memories and dreams of him blur together too. It wasn’t because you were young. It was because we loved him so much that our hearts remember him more than our minds do. And that’s how it should be, I think. I’m sure that that’s exactly how he would want to be remembered.”

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You and Remus returned to Grimmauld Place. Things were hectic for a while as the Order prepared for Harry’s hearing after his use of the Patronus Charm at Privet Drive.

Once the hearing passed and it was decided that Harry was allowed to return to Hogwarts, Remus reminded you of your promise to go see your mother (a stupid “credibility check,” as you called it) and he asked, in a somewhat embarrassed voice, if he might be allowed to tag along “to fix the horrendous impression that he’d given to your mother so far.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her, Remus,” you assured him, but you were fine with him coming along with you, as long as he would not take to heart any harsh things your mother might say to him.

You and Remus had this discussion in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, and Sirius was there and heard all of it. When you returned to your room to go “at least look at some job openings,” Sirius turned to Remus. “Look at you. She’s got you meeting the mother-in-law already, huh?”

Remus replied, “No, it was my request to go and see her.”

Sirius chortled. “What a puppy.”

Remus blinked. “I’m a what?”

Sirius nodded at the doorway, which you’d just exited through. “A puppy. For her.”

Remus replied, a bit peevishly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Padfoot. You’re the dog here, not me.”

Sirius laughed. “All right, suit yourself.”

Remus looked over at Sirius. “What about you, Padfoot? Aren’t you interested in seeing anyone?”

Sirius sighed before he reeled off, “Moony, do I have to remind you that I’m a mass-murderer felon on the run, with a huge bounty on my head? Besides that, all the real Death Eaters are after me and would love nothing more than to kill me and sell my corpse for money?”

“Oh. Right.” Remus shut up. He turned to leave the kitchen as well, when he heard Sirius murmur, “Besides, Remus, you got your second chance. But I never did. Marlene’s gone. I’m never going to make peace with that.”

Remus turned back. “Sirius…”

Sirius remained silent.

Remus continued, “You did everything you possibly could to protect her. You even hid your feelings from her, just to make sure the Death Eaters wouldn’t target her - ”

“- And they did anyways, and I wasn’t even there when they killed her,” Sirius finished flatly.

“It could have happened to any one of us,” Remus said quietly. “I know that doesn’t make it any better, but what I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t your fault. Not in the slightest.”

Sirius said nothing.

Remus said cautiously, “Sirius?”

Sirius’ eyes had gone dark. But he merely said, “Don’t worry, Moony. You just take care of your woman, all right? You were always more mature than the three of us – it’s only right that you finally have some happiness.”

Remus looked worriedly at his best friend. He could feel Sirius’ barely restrained fury and behind that, a need for chaos and violence, feeding into Sirius’ already strong tendency for recklessness.

But now you had come down, with a messy roll of half-heartedly tagged job pamphlets in your hand. “Come on, then, Remus. Let’s be off.” You reached out and took Remus’ hand. As you pulled him along, you remarked, “With any luck, my brother will be home, so you can escape with him if things go poorly.”

“You’ve already thought of an escape route for me?” Remus said, chuckling nervously.

“‘Course. Last time she saw you, you were practically naked in my bedroom and you were ogling my breasts right in front of her.”

“I was decidedly not doing that.”

You shrugged. “I know you weren’t, but my mother doesn’t, and she’s the one with all the power here. Hence, you need an escape route.”

Remus sighed, quietly accepting his fate, as you pulled him along and out the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

However, as soon as you and Remus stepped out of Grimmauld Place, it became clear that Remus had his own plans in mind. “I’d like to go somewhere before we head to your mother’s. I’ll Apparate us there together, if you’ll take my hand.”

You looked at him curiously. But knowing that it wasn’t safe to be standing out on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place for too long, you took Remus’ hand without further conversation.

Remus turned, Apparating, and you followed him, clutching his hand in yours, as he took you to…

“A car rental shop?” You scrunched your nose as you looked up at the signpost hanging above the Muggle store. “Remus, why did you bring me here?”

“I rented a car for us. Just for today,” Remus answered.

You stared at him, amazed. “Uh, why?”

Remus merely opened the door and nodded at you to step inside.

As you went inside, you whispered to Remus, “Is this some front for an Order hide-out or something?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Ten minutes later, you stared in disbelief as Remus started up the small, tired car – the car gave a little lurch that made Remus frown - and began to drive it out onto the streets.

You had grown up in the Muggle world, after all, so the car was familiar to you, but you could not imagine why Remus wanted to take a car to your mother’s place.

Fifteen minutes later, the car gave a loud blech, and both you and Remus started. Remus gave a somewhat nervous chuckle and patted the driving wheel. “Almost there, just hold on…”

* * * * * * * * * *

Finally, the two of you parked on the sidewalk outside of your mother’s apartment. The car let out a tired sigh as Remus turned off the ignition. Then, Remus reached into his cloak and pulled out a tie. He took off his cloak, revealing that he was wearing a white button-up and a patchy grey jacket underneath. Remus quickly put on the tie. He brushed his hand through his hair once or twice.

This entire time, you stared at him with wide eyes. Finally, you croaked, “What in name of Merlin are you - ?”

“I simply want to make a good impression,” Remus replied quietly.

You started to respond, but he looked so serious that you bit your tongue which, given your temperament, was quite a feat.

“Shall we?” Remus exited the car. He came over and opened your car door.

You swung your legs out. Instead of getting up, you simply looked up at Remus, studying him. Your head went up and down as you took him in, from head to foot.

Remus blushed, tugged at his tie, and looked away. “We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”

You slowly got out of the car. Remus closed the door behind you and locked the car. The two of you made your way up to the apartment door.

You had barely started to knock when the door flew open – and your brother caught you in a huge hug. “Sis!”

Having graduated from college and started a professional job as an accountant, your brother was now very much an adult. You were amazed to see how much he had grown. I can’t believe he’s all grown up, you thought fondly. Now you had to reach up to pat his hair. Yeah, he’s not so little anymore.

Still, his trademark smile was exactly the same as when he had been a little boy, as he said excitedly, “Long time, no see! How come you were away for so long?”

“Oh…” You paused, thinking through everything that had happened since you had seen him last. You settled for, “I was busy with a few things.”

“Mum says you haven’t got a proper job.”

You rolled your eyes. But then, you admitted, with a sigh, “Well, she’s right.” You looked at your brother and smiled. “But we can’t all be accountants, can we?”

Your brother pulled a face. “I know, I know, it’s such a boring, predictable job. But it turns out that it comes easy to me, it’s good money, and I’ll save up until we’re more comfortable. Then, I’ll think about what I want to do next.”

You reached up and gently patted his hair again. “Well, now, don’t work too hard.”

Remus had been standing patiently behind you this entire time. Just then, he reached up to nervously adjust his tie for the umpteenth time, and your brother caught sight of him. He pointed to Remus and shouted, “It’s him!”

You deftly shoved your brother inside of the apartment before he could scream aloud to the entire flat neighborhood that Remus was a shapeshifter.

Sure enough, your brother cried out, “You were wicked cool! Scary, for sure – but awesome!”

You reached out and grasped your brother’s shoulder. “Tone it down a little, will you?”

Your brother shook his head. “No way! You didn’t see him, but he was a hero! He saved us, y’know, Mum and me!”

Remus was slowly turning tomato red. He put his hands up and mumbled desperately, “No… No, really… Please don’t -”

“Ah. You’ve come, have you?” Your mother entered the room.

“Hi, Mum.” You held up your job pamphlets. “Look, I’ve done my due diligence.”

“And?”

“What?”

“What job did you decide on?”

“Oh.” You glanced at the cover of the first pamphlet. “Uh… Gringotts Bank Teller.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Your mother huffed, “You have to be a goblin to do that.”

You paused. “How did you know that?”

In truth, your mother now had a near encyclopedic knowledge of the Wizarding World, both because she took her job extremely seriously and studied all there was to know about the magical world and also because Arthur Weasley was one of those wonderful people who filled up spaces with the most pleasant, easy-going chatter of the many places and people he was interested in.

Your mother crossed her arms. “You’re not being serious about this, are you?”

“I am!” you said hurriedly. “I swear.”

Remus stepped up to your side. “The truth is that there’s an organization that needs your daughter very much.”

Your mother eyed Remus distrustfully.

Remus continued, “You’ve likely recognized from working at the Ministry that things are… not altogether well in the Wizarding World. And the organization operating at Grimmauld Place is attempting to rectify that, and they rely entirely on volunteers. While it’s not a formal job, per se, it’s quite important work.”

“Hm.” Your mother looked Remus up and down, much as you had done in the car. “Well, that’s true,” she conceded. “Arthur has been telling me about Professor Dumbledore’s efforts to break the truth that the Dark Lord is back. The Ministry doesn’t seem to be taking the news very well.”

You blinked. “Mum, you know so much…”

“I’m the only one left out!” your brother interjected. “Wish I was magical. And a cool beast-man, like he is.” He nodded at Remus.

Your mother paused. “Speaking of…” She came and stood in front of Remus. “You coward.”

“Mum - ” you began.

“You shush. I’m not talking to you.” Your mother stared hard at Remus. “You didn’t tell her what you are.”

“No, ma’am,” Remus said quietly, defenselessly.

“I cannot believe you. You went so far as to be in a relationship with my daughter, and you didn’t tell her?”

“Mum, stop it - ”

“That you would lie to her like that, you awful person - ”

Remus’ face was becoming ash white. He mumbled, almost under his breath, “I- I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You raised your voice. “Mum!”

“And how dare you be so ashamed of what you are?” Your mother poked Remus’ shoulder hard. “Do you think that you’re the only one who suffers? Most people who are poor bear the difficulties of life on their bodies; most people who are physically tired are mentally exhausted; most people who are mentally exhausted are alienated from society. Yes, your situation was extreme – but how could you let yourself fall so low, Remus Lupin? People call me a wretch, a beggar, even a whore. The only thing that saves me from my own misery is that I don’t let myself believe in it and I don’t let myself become it. But you - ”

Completely fed up, you suddenly jumped in-between your mother and Remus. Turning to your mother, you said furiously, “He saved your life, so I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about! Besides, this is between me and Remus and I’ve decided that I’m fine with it, so who are you to come in and cause problems for us?”

Your mother said quietly, “I don’t want either of you to suffer just because you’re in love. Feelings can fade away, but the truth doesn’t.”

At this, Remus’ eyes flashed up to your mother.

But you were too enraged to notice. “Remus insisted that we come here and pay our respects to you, but I’ve had it. Come on, Remus, let’s get out of here.” You turned and grabbed Remus’ arm and yanked him out of the apartment.

Your brother called after the two of you, “I still think you were awesome!”

* * * * * * * * * *

You led the way back to the car, fuming all the while. “I don’t know what she expects, when she goes off like that. Honestly, who does she think she is? She can say stuff like that to me, of course, because I’m her kid, but what right has she got to say anything to you?”

Remus slid into the driver’s seat. “She’s right, though” he said quietly. “She’s only saying things I need to hear.”

“She’s not right,” you said hotly. “And we’re not coming back here until she apologizes. Let’s go, Remus.”

Remus started up the car.

However, on the way back – the car suddenly lurched once more and the drive became extremely bumpy.

“Oh, no,” Remus sighed. “I’ll have to have a look.” He pulled the car over.

You started to clamber out as well when Remus said, “No, you stay in the car. It shouldn’t take long, I hope.”

You waited in the car for ten minutes before you stuck your head out of the window. “Do you know what you’re doing, Rem? Or do you want some help?”

“No, no, I’ve got it. It’s a flat tire, that’s all.”

You waited ten minutes more – “Forget it,” you muttered, and you got out of the car.

You walked over to the tail end of the car. “Sorry, Remus, but I’d rather be out here and - ” Your words died on your lips as you took in the sight of Remus, with his shirt half-opened, sleeves rolled up, hair a right mess, grease on his shoes and pants, a streak of dirt on his cheek, and some type of grim on his forearms, and his tie flung haphazardly over his shoulder. It was rather humid outside, the sort-of atmosphere that gripped the world right before a rainstorm, and Remus’ face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked utterly bemused, with his brows drawn together, as he stared hard at the car tire.

You put your hand over your mouth and fought the urge to break out laughing.

Remus looked up at you. “Sorry this is taking so long,” he said ruefully. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Never mind,” you said. “Let me help. I know how to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, my father taught me when I was quite young. That was back when we had a car, and when he was still around, of course…” You rambled on as you replaced the tire with ease. “He loved cars. He used to take broken junk cars and fix them all up. My brother and I would just sit and watch him. Mum would bring us juice and sandwiches. If it was a nice summer day, we’d all sit outside together while Dad worked on his car… There. Done.” You stepped back to review your handiwork. “That should get us back to the car rental store.”

Remus gave you a sheepish grin. “Nice job.”

You laughed brightly. “Oh, Rem, you look a right mess.”

Remus reached up and pushed his now-scruffy hair back from his face. “I’m sure I do.”

You came over and attempted to straighten out the front of his hair. “Ah, what a shame. When you even wore a suit...”

Remus sighed. “What a mess. Everything fell apart today, didn’t it?”

You used your sleeve to wipe the streak of dirt off of his cheek. “Why did you go to the trouble of all this, anyhow? I know you wanted to make a good impression on my mum, but why the car and the suit?”

“Well…” Remus gave a half-hearted shrug. “Isn’t this what a stable, successful man looks like in the Muggle world? A car and a suit?”

“Sure, but why would that matter?” you asked, confused, but tenderly dusting off the shoulders of his jacket.

“It’s only that I – Well - ” Remus cleared his throat. “It’s clear to me that your family loves you, and I suppose I wanted to give them confidence that you’ll be safe with me.”

“Oh…” You paused. He wanted to convince my mother that I’d be safe with him. You stared up at Remus. How… How sweet…

“I couldn’t come right out and say it, not just yet,” Remus murmured, speaking almost to himself now. “Still, I wanted to try to convey that to them. I thought, well, maybe showing that I can be a respectable, decent man – in the Muggle way since they might be more familiar with that – might help them feel more comfortable with me. Especially with your mother. Although, she seems quite knowledgeable about the Wizarding World now, so maybe this was all for nothing. But I wanted to show her that I’m not some half-naked loon tripping over pears and oranges – well, I was – but that’s not all I am - ”

You flung your arms around Remus’ shoulders and kissed him as hard as you could.

Remus started. His hands flew out and he grasped your hips as you all but barreled into him.

Remus Lupin, you wonderful man, you thought, as you kissed him silly. Always so thoughtful…

“Lovely!” Remus breathed out, as you furiously kissed his face all over.

A car passed by just then, and all five people inside wolf-whistled and the driver honked.

Embarrassed, Remus murmured, “Er – perhaps we should – uh – drive back first…”

You and Remus, both a bit dazed, got back in the car.

“It’s quite hot outside, isn’t it?” Remus murmured, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. “I didn’t realize while I was outside, but now we’re back in the car, I can tell that it’s very humid outside.” He peered out of the window and up at the sky. “Looks like rain soon.”

You nodded, though you weren’t looking out at the window at all. You were staring at Remus, and you watched as a thin sliver of sweat dripped from the side of his face. You hesitated. Humid… Yes, that’s why I’m feeling this way. That’s all it is. Humid. Electric. Feverish… You clasped your hands together and then sandwiched them between your knees. Just the humidity…

Remus drove a little ways, but when the car stopped at a traffic light, you whispered, unable to help yourself, “…Remus.”

“Hm?” Remus looked over at you.

You were staring at him, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your shirt had gone slightly lopsided, catching a bit on your shoulder. But Remus only noticed that for a second, because the next moment, he caught sight of your expression – your brow was furrowed and your eyes had that brilliant sparkle that was your trademark when you wanted something – Remus’ heart thumped –

“Remus,” you whispered again. You lifted one hand and slowly reached over and put it on top of Remus’ hand. “You… You look good in a suit.”

“Oh…” Remus, hardly realizing it, began to lean over to kiss you…

The traffic light turned green.

“Traffic light,” you whispered softly.

Remus started. “Ah, right. Sorry. Must pay better attention.” Your hand slipped off of Remus’ as Remus began driving again.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be too needy, but your mind was dizzy with a strange sort of fever.You blurted out, “I’m sorry, but could we stop the car behind that tree? Just for – Just for a few seconds.”

“Um, all right.” Remus parked the car in an empty parking lot, behind a leafy willow tree. He made a half-hearted joke, bleating out, “Huh, did we fix the car just to drive another five feet?”

“I suppose so,” you said. You meant to laugh, but the tension was killing you. It’s just that he’s so kind and considerate, and it honestly makes my heart race, and I’d like to be close to him… Please… Rather thoughtlessly, you’d reached out, as if to touch his chest – but you suddenly paused, and your fingers slipped around his tie instead.

Remus, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping his hands into fists, whispered tightly, “Lovely?”

“Remus…”

“What?”

“I like your tie very much, too.”

Remus looked over at you, slightly puzzled. “You like me in a tie and suit?”

You nodded softly, staring at him as though through a haze. “Yes, very much.” You slowly slid your hand up his tie, up his chest… His warmth… I love feeling his warmth… I want – I want to sink into him. You swallowed hard, though you tried to be discreet about it.

“Well,” Remus said wryly, “that doesn’t bode too well, does it? Seeing as we go around in cloaks most days - ”

You cut him off, with a soft, but quite tight, murmur. “Remus.”

Remus paused. Why does she keep saying my name? I mean, I don’t mind at all. But it sounds like she wants something, only she won’t say what it is. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that you had slid your hand up his tie and were now pulling gently at the knot. He wondered, is she trying to get my tie off? Remus’ gaze traced your hand, then your arm, up to your shoulder, then to your face… His eyes met yours.

Oh. The realization hit Remus all at once.

Remus’ mouth suddenly became very dry, and his heart leapt into his throat. He heard himself say, in a cracked, uncertain voice that barely sounded like him, “Would you – Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

Your eyes brightened at once, but, almost in contrast, you nodded solemnly.

“Yes…?” Remus whispered hoarsely.

And then, that blessed word fell from your lips, “Yes.”

That was it.

You both leaned towards each other at the same moment, and your mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. At once, shy but needy whimpers escaped both of you. You kissed each other feverishly, both of you turning your heads to slot your mouths together perfectly.

In that moment, all there was in that run-down little car was the tender hum, emitting from that feverish, lion-like, yet all too quiet passion that flows from our very cells when we are with our other halves.

After a long while, Remus’ hand slipped up the back of your neck (making you shiver most wonderfully) and his fingers slipped into your hair, as he pressed your head softly towards his, to kiss you deeper. You were straining slightly to breathe, as you were having to learn over the middle compartment box, but you did your best to hide it because you didn’t want to separate from Remus even an inch.

But Remus, who had brought up his other to caress your cheek, paused – for the back of his hand had brushed past your chest, and he realized how hard you were panting.

In a soft, deeply protective voice, Remus breathed out, “Come here.”

“Hm?” you murmured, still too busy kissing him. But suddenly - “Oh!”

In one swift motion, Remus grasped you and pulled you over. You gasped slightly as you suddenly found yourself in his lap.

“Better?” Remus murmured, and he leaned forward to grasp your hair again and kiss your neck rather roughly.

“Ah… Yes…” You clutched onto his shoulders and tilted your head back for him.

As he kissed your neck all over, Remus murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Lovely? Is this why you were complimenting my tie?”

“I really thought you looked nice in it,” you said softly. “But – ah - ” you gasped softly as Remus bit your neck gently – “Mm, yes, this is what I wanted.”

Having your confirmation, Remus moved with more intention now. His hands traveled down your body, feeling your breasts and then slipping down your curves, feeling your soft tummy, and then grasping gently at your hips.

You moaned, and you moved your hips softly, instinctively reacting to his gentle, loving touch.

A soft pitter-patter sound began to fill the car, as the skies finally succumbed to the weight of its gathered tears, and let the rain fall gently onto the humble earth.

Remus was kissing you lower and lower, until he greedily yanked up the front of your shirt and buried his face against your breasts. You gasped, and you hugged Remus tightly around his shoulders, holding onto him as much as you could. Remus used one hand to fist the front of your shirt and keep it out of the way. With the other, he pushed down your bra, and then, bending his head down, he pressed his open mouth against your sweet breasts.

“Uhn…” You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of Remus lavishing you with his mouth. Oh Godric, his mouth feels so good on me.

“Lovely,” Remus whispered in a raspy voice, “open your mouth a little.”

“Huh - ? Mmpfh!”

Remus had gently but decisively stuffed your shirt into your mouth, so that you could hold it up and out of the way. This left Remus free to press his hands against your back, so that he could push you forward slightly against him, and this allowed him to kiss, suck, and bite your breasts even more lovingly.

“Mm!” you gasped, and the sound came out quite muffled.

Remus’ mouth was so hot and wet, and he was sucking and biting your breasts all over, and he was holding you so that you were anchored to his lap, and you could hardly squirm.

“Mmm…” Remus moaned long and loud. Lovely’s gotten softer, somehow, he thought adoringly.

Sharing the driver’s seat together, and with Remus being rather tall and lanky, the two of you were cramped together. Remus could feel every little breath and move you were making. He felt how your legs tightened on either side of his when he bit softly at your breasts, and he could feel your tummy buckling when he ran his tongue in wet little circles around your nipples.

The fact that this space was so confined meant that it was very hard to move, and slowly but surely, a deep, feverish desire bloomed inside of you, responding joyously to the love that Remus was giving you, but also responding impatiently to the constraints of this tiny space. Soon, the fever had spread to the top of your head to your toes and you were bursting with the need to kiss Remus back, to undress him, to feel his warm skin on yours, to taste him, to have him inside of you – anything, any movement, any release – please!, you begged in your head.

Finally, with a loud, breathless gasp that made your shirt fall out of your mouth, you tugged Remus’ head back up again and you aggressively kissed him once more. Your hands slipped off of Remus’ shoulders and onto the driver’s seat behind him. Grabbing that, you pulled yourself closer to him and pressed your hips into him.

Remus breathed out heavily, and his hands fell to your thighs. When he leaned in to kiss you back, his hands steadily slid up your thighs.

You mumbled something that Remus didn’t catch and between kisses, he whispered to you, “What?”

“I said I wish I was wearing a dress,” you murmured back. “Or a skirt.”

You felt Remus’ lips curve up as he chuckled softly. “Is that so?”

You wiggled your hips slightly, hoping that Remus would get the message and slide his hands further up.

Remus kept his hands resolutely still, and he murmured to you, “Why? What are you imagining?”

You were now shifting back and forth quite obviously on Remus’ lap – yet he still kept his hands exactly where they were, in the middle of your thighs.

You groaned wantingly, “You know what, Remus John Lupin.”

Remus kept that soft smile on his lips, as he whispered teasingly, “My full name?”

“Yes, because you know,” you said accusingly. You bit down on your lower lip and let out a frustrated sigh. “…You know I have a a thing for your hands. And I… I like when you touch me.” You blushed as you admitted, “I always have.”

Remus gazed up at you, admiring your blushing face. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” you insisted. Reaching up, you gripped the back of his hair in your hands as you fidgeted on top of his lap, shifting your thighs this way and that, still hoping that his hands would slip up your thighs…

When Remus refused to budge, you groaned and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. You tugged a bit at his hair as you muttered, “Mean.”

Remus let out a quiet laugh before he acquiesced. “All right, all right.” Finally, he slid his hands up, letting his large, warm palms move up your pants.

Lifting your head up, you hurriedly reached down with one hand undid the front button of your pants.

Remus whispered, “Why are you in such a rush, Lovely?”

In a rush? You blinked rather stupidly, for in all serious, you didn’t think you were in a rush. Rather, you didn’t understand why everything was taking so long. Why aren’t Remus’ hands on me already? you thought desperately.

But you’d already given one embarrassing confession, and you didn’t feel that you were due for another so soon. So, you managed to mumble out, “Um, don’t we have to return the car by five?”

“Ah, I see,” Remus said lightly. He let his hand brush tantalizingly between your legs as he whispered, “The car…”

“Y-Yes,” you mumbled, your voice catching when you felt Remus’ hand brush up against you. “We’ve got to return the car. Be responsible – Mm…”

Remus, finding you irresistibly cute, leaned forward and kissed you again. You started to wrap your arms around his shoulders, when he pulled back slightly to say, “And who was it that made me stop the car in the first place, hm?”

“Oh…” You looked down. Even knowing that Remus was teasing you, you felt embarrassed. Yes, it wasn’t just the humidity, was it? you thought. It was pouring rain now, but you were feeling more flushed and wanting than ever.

Remus watched you as you steadily became pinker and pinker in front of him. Oh, Lovely… Look at you, he whispered adoringly in his head. But you know, don’t you? That I want you just as badly, if not more.

At that moment, you sighed a little. Then, you turned back to Remus and said, in a low voice, “All right. I want you, Remus. I… I couldn’t wait.” You bit your lower lip again, before you continued, “And I would appreciate very much if – if - ” Your brow furrowed as you struggled to voice what you wanted to say. You burst out, rather intensely and rather ungracefully, “Don’t make me wait! Not when I want you so much.”

Remus blinked. He’d forgotten how your voice became low and raspy when you were all pent-up and wanting like this. Besides that, your reaction was much more genuine than he had intended. I was only teasing her a little. But Lovely’s so serious. She must… He swallowed hard. She must really want this. Even more than she’s letting out. She’s starving for me to touch her…

“I want you,” you repeated feelingly.

Well, I can take care of that, Remus thought. Before he knew it, he had pushed his hand into your pants and he was pressing his long fingers up against you, touching you through your panties.

Remus heard you inhale quickly and your fingers tightened in his hair.

Remus leaned forward and caught your mouth in a kiss. Yes, I can take care of you, Lovely, he said stoutly in his head, declaring a promise to himself. And I will. I won’t keep you waiting ever again. He pushed his hand further inside of your pants, until he slotted his hand firmly between your thighs. Only heaven and hell can ever know how much I want you too, my love.

You shuddered against him. “Ah… So warm…”

“Mm,” Remus breathed out, as he rubbed his hand against you.

You moaned softly as you felt that wonderful, warm pressure between your legs and against your panties. “Uh…”

Remus hugged your waist with his other arm and whispered lowly, “Just so you know, I’ll happily pay another day for this car, if it means I get to take my time and enjoy you.”

Your breath hitched – and Remus’ fingers lithely pushed aside your panties and pressed down on your bare clit –

O-Ohhhhh… Your hands slipped out of Remus’ hair. One slipped onto the window, and the other fluttered about in the air until you finally found the dashboard to hold onto.

“There you go,” Remus murmured, pushing his fingers in tight little circles against your clit. “Getting all warm and wet, mm, good girl.”

“R-Remus,” you blurted out – and then you let out a soft, but desperate, open-mouthed moan as Remus leaned forward to kiss the side of your neck softly while he touched you.

You didn’t know if Remus was aware of this, but he had a tendency to cage you in and pin you down when he got lost in the heat and pleasure of it all. Sure enough, the more fervent your gasps became and the more your hips bucked against his hands, the more Remus leaned forward, until he was all but pinning you down against the steering wheel.

You leaned forward at first, trying to even out the balance. But when Remus finally pushed aside your panties with a quick brush of his fingers and then pressed his warm hand directly against your bare pussy, your mind went beautifully blank for a second and you leaned back entirely.

HONNNNKKK!

You both jumped – and you hit the top of your head against the roof of the car – “Ow!”

“Lovely!”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just… the stupid car horn.”

Remus sheepishly hugged you back towards him, so that you weren’t leaning against the steering wheel. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.”

“Well, forget about it again,” you murmured, and you began to kiss his neck.

Remus moaned softly, and he let his head fall back against the driver’s seat.

You let out a soft growl and you bit and sucked at his neck. Your hands found his shoulders and you held onto him as you buried your head against his neck. At the same time, your thighs, positioned on either side of his, squeezed tightly, and then you gently rolled your hips forward against him. At the same time, with your mouth still latched onto Remus’ neck, you let out a hard pant, and Remus felt your warm breath puff across his neck.

Remus’ heart gave a leap when he felt you push up against him like that. His eyes opened, and his hands shot to your thighs.

Remus continued to let you have him, kissing and biting at his neck all over, making sure he knew – both now when he was feeling your sweet mouth on him and later, when your soft love marks would bloom brilliantly all over his neck – that he was yours.

Remus was more than happy to let you take your time in kissing him so sweetly and marking him as yours, but he couldn’t merely sit still. He had to touch you, too. He had to. His hands slid up to the insides of your thighs and he made to touch you again, only you were pressed up too close to him. Not wanting to push you away, yet needing to touch you, Remus made to push your thighs open more, but the space was too small, and your knees pushed up against the car door on one side, and the middle compartment on the other. Remus let out a noise of impatience.

You paused. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s only – Well, if I could only touch you,” Remus murmured, with his words all tumbling out in a soft waterfall. “Could we perhaps move to the back seat?”

Before you could even make sense of his words, Remus had lifted you slightly. Realizing what he wanted, you quickly clambered over into the backseat and Remus followed after you.

As soon as you turned around, Remus pushed you gently but hastily down onto the seat with a rough, needy kiss.

“Ah…” You moaned against his mouth, and your hands came up to his chest, to help steady him, while Remus’ hands had already found your waist to hold onto as he tumbled into the seat after you.

Remus was quite greedy with you, sinking into you quickly so that your thighs had to spread to make room for his hips. His hands slipped off of your waist, and he put one hand down on the seat to keep from collapsing on top of you, but with his other hand he touched your face lovingly, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly while he cradled your face.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the wonderful sensation of Remus holding you and kissing your neck all over. Everything was so perfect – except for that growing ache between your legs. “Since we’ve got a bit more space now, might you - could you – um – could you maybe – ah…” you stuttered out, as Remus sucked hard at your neck.

“Hm?” Remus replied rather nonchalantly as he left a soft flurry of love bites all over your throat – his reply, as it were, to tell you that you were his.

“Ah!” You trembled and your hips bucked softly, and it took you a minute to pull yourself together before you managed to whisper, in a wanting, yet dreamy voice that sounded much the same as it had many years ago, when the two of you were curled up under the Ravenclaw tapestry, sharing your dormitory bed: “H-Hands. Want your hands on m-me.”

Remus nodded. He began to reach down and slide his hand back into your pants, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Remus paused and looked down at you, wondering why you were grabbing him like that. You stared up at him and whispered, “…Inside me.”

“What, Lovely?” Remus murmured. “Say it again.”

“Fingers…” Your hand slipped down and you gently traced his fingers with your own, as you breathed out, “…inside me…please.”

Remus breathed out. He lowered himself to gently press his forehead against yours. “You want my fingers inside of you, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently, and you guided Remus’ hand to quickly slip into your pants.

Remus smiled, adoring the way that you were asking for him. He brushed aside the thin slip of cloth covering you with the back of his fingers, and then -

“Ah...” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt his fingers push gently inside of you. Your hands came up and you gently held onto the sides of Remus’ jacket.

“Mm,” he whispered hoarsely. “So tight, sweetheart.”

Remus burrowed his fingers deeper into you and then curved them slightly inside of you, pushing you open just a bit.

“Uh!” Your thighs trembled and you squeezed Remus’ jacket tighter, with your hands bunching up into fists. Your stomach tensed, and your head came up for a moment, as a tight pant escaped you.

Remus slipped his other arm around your shoulders and, gently pulling you up, he hugged you to him.

You hugged him right back and you buried your face in his shoulder and moaned as Remus fingered you harder.

You grasped messily at the seat and blearily made your way up until your head was resting against the window. But Remus followed you, until he had you caged right where he wanted you – against the window, and very much in his arms.

Mm, Remus thought, loving the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers. All tight and sweet, my Lovely…

And as he pumped his fingers inside of you steadily, you slipped back down slightly, until your face was pressed up a little against Remus’ chest. You tried in vain to prop your feet up against the seat or the floor, but Remus’ hips were resting between your thighs, and besides, he was touching you quite fervently now, and you didn’t have much strength left in your legs as your thighs squeezed against his hips and your toes curled in your shoes.

In desperation, you reached out and sought solace by hugging Remus and gripping his jacket in your hands and moaning deeply against his chest.

Remus felt your hot breath on his chest. He bent his head down and gently nudged your head with his, bringing your face up, and then he caught your lips in another kiss. You kissed him back, but then Remus thrust his fingers into you – you cried out and fell back. And when Remus chased you for another kiss, you panted out, “Ah – W-Want - , B-But c-can’t, Rem!”

Remus paused. He hadn’t noticed until now how hard he was squeezing you into his hug, making you pant quite hard while he finger-fucked your pussy deeper and deeper. A sheen of sweat was on your forehead, and your face had gone all pink. Remus also realized, for the first time, how tense your thighs were and how tight your grip was on his jacket.

“Oh, Lovely, are you close?” Remus breathed out, surprised.

“Nngh – Of course I am – Are you – Are you teasing me?” you half-panted and half-mumbled out, almost indignantly.

Remus smiled softly at you. He replied, earnestly, “I wasn’t teasing.” In his head, he thought, Though now I want to, seeing how cute you are like this, Lovely…

While he was gazing at you, his hand had paused. And you couldn’t stand it. More than anything, you needed him to keep going. “Rem, don’t stop, please,” you begged suddenly. You reached down and grasped his wrist needily. “I – I am close. Please don’t stop.”

“All right. Just… shush. I’ve got you, Lovely.” Remus worked his fingers back into you – deep and somewhat roughly – and he watched your mouth drop open and the flush on your cheeks turn even more brilliant.

“Oh, Godric, yes, right there,” you breathed out heavily. “Ah, ah, ah…!” Your hands pattered down his arms furiously and then – you scrabbled a little at the front of his shirt before you managed to yank his shirt out of his trousers so that you could grip it – right as that incredible tension began to coil up in your tummy.

Remus could feel your pussy spasming all around his fingers. “So tight,” he hissed lightly. He could only imagine how tight you could feel around his cock… He pushed his fingers back into your wet little pussy harshly, and you gasped, “Ah!”

Your back arched – Remus hurriedly tugged downwards at your waist, to keep you anchored against him, for he wanted to feel you cum for him – and your thighs trembled heavily all over and then – “Uhnnnnn…!”

Remus moaned with you, as he felt you release with his fingers still buried deeply inside of you.

Desperately pushing your hands against the window and the seat, you lifted yourself just enough that you could clamp your thighs together, drawing Remus’ fingers even deeper inside of you as you came all over his hand.

Remus groaned. Her sweet cum… Mm… I want it. His eyes flickered up to you. You had your eyes closed, and you were panting furiously. Your shirt was caught just above your bra, and Remus watched the way your tight little body moved as you fought to catch your breath. I want her, Remus thought. I… want her so badly. All of her.

“Sweetheart,” Remus whispered.

“W-What?” you breathed out. “Do – Do we need to return the car?”

Remus still kept one arm around you, but with his other hand, he gently pulled down the front of your shirt. As he did, he replied, “I suppose. But that’s not what’s on my mind.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want to take you to bed,” Remus said, and he lifted his hand and slowly sucked at his fingers. “If you’ll let me.”

“Oh. Oh.” Your heart jolted happily.

“To do that, I suppose we have to return this car first, though I have half to mind to drive straight to Grimmauld Place right now.”

You stared at Remus with wide eyes. He’s so assertive. Has he always been like this?

Remus paused. “Unless… you don’t want to, of course.” Just like that, his gentlemanly demeanor returned. He reached up and quietly fixed your hair for you.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” you said finally, smiling at him.

“Okay, then.” Remus gently helped you to get back in your seat.

When you had clambered back into his seat, Remus paused.

“Wha – Oh! I’m so sorry,” you said, when you noticed the small wet spot you had left on the front of his trousers.

Remus chuckled. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m the one who made you like that, after all.”

You stared hungrily at Remus. Oh Gods, if he keeps talking like that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.

Remus looked over at you. “What?”

“Let’s… get going, please,” you said, and your voice nearly cracked with want.

Remus nodded. “All right. And I’m sorry to stop there, but – well, for what I’d like to do with you, the car simply isn’t big enough.”

Your heart skipped a beat – and your pussy thumped. You slotted both your hands between your legs and squeezed them. In a small voice, you whispered tightly, “Um, if you speed a little, I won’t tell.”

Remus laughed lightly, but his eyes were serious and his entire body was quite tense as he hurriedly drove the car back to the shop.

You waited outside for him. When Remus came out, you held your hand out and said, “Rem - ” By then, he had already grabbed your hand and Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

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