The covers rustled as Remus Lupin rolled over onto his back and stared at the black ceiling. The house was quiet and he knew that it must be around two in the morning. As he moved his arms above his head, he grimaced at the pain felt in his shoulder, confused as to why it was there. Mentally going over the last week, he recalled dueling with Harry, a run through the forest with Ron and Charlie, reading a book in the library, and…her.
Suddenly all was explained as Remus remembered the events of last night that had him lying on his bed naked and sore. The woman in question had a body that would make a goddess jealous, it was exquisite to the touch and he loved learning how to make her wiggle beneath him. He had known her for years, but never had they been as intimate as the night before. Remus felt a shiver go down his spine and bit his lip to hide a moan, not wanting to disturb the soft body beside him.
The woman in question murmured in her sleep and moved to lay her head against Remus’ chest, throwing an arm over his waist in the process. He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped from his mouth. The witch had no idea what she was doing to him, as she pulled him closer to her body. Of course, Remus reminded himself, she was asleep and did not know the just how maddening her movements were at the moment. The more she rolled against him, the more his blood rushed to his groin and made him stiffen; it was starting to become unbearable.
A thought hit Remus out of the blue and he started, gently pushing the young woman off his chest and going to stand by the cold window. What if she regretted what had happened and begged him to forget all that had happened between them? He couldn’t bear the thought, it made his chest clench violently at the immediate thought. He began to wonder if there was anything to do that would make her stay with him and hold no regrets. His chest grew tighter at the possibility of losing this incredible person, it was simply too terrible a thought to think.
Deciding to act now, before he lost any chance in the future, Remus turned from the dark window and hurried to the bed in the center of the room. Hermione lay on top of the sheets huddled around a pillow, her hair splayed out at all angles. Gods… Remus could feel himself tighten once more and he groaned at the thoughts running through his mind. He was going to give this beautiful being everything she deserved and more, Merlin knows he didn’t deserve what she had given him that night. Everything.
Vowing to give her the time of her life, Remus crawled up onto the bed and loomed over her body, leaning over to leave light kisses on her neck. She smiled in her sleep and sighed softly, wishing that the dream would continue. Last night had been better than all of her dreams combined, and she hoped that it never ended. He kissed down her neck and towards her breasts, so incredibly happy that they had fallen asleep as naked as the day they were born, making his job that much easier. He caught a nipple in his teeth and pulled gently, wanting it to stand attention when he was done with her. Pleased with his work, he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She writhed beneath him, still not awakening.
Done with the teasing, and feeling the need to taste her, he moved down her body to nestle his face between her thighs, kissing both lovingly. The bed of curls looked so welcoming to his ministrations and he wanted nothing more than to worship her body for the rest of his life. Not wanting to waste more time, Remus licked her folds from one end to the other and her eyes flew up in surprise.
“Remus,” she hissed, arching her back as he continued pushing his tongue in and out of her body, her stomach was beginning to tighten in response.
“You are so wet,” he told her, changing tactics to assault her body with his tongue and fingers. She meowed and began to pant harder, grabbing his hair into her hands and urging him on. He pushed harder with two fingers and licked her clit once, twice, three times as she finally let loose around him and opened her mouth to a silent scream.
Remus looked up at her face with smoky eyes and a large smirk. She grinned shyly back, still breathing heavily and tugged his hair up, wanting, no, needing to kiss those delicious red lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it wantonly. Their kiss became heated as he leaned against her, using his elbows as support.
“I need you,” she gasped, pulling away from his mouth, “now.” Who was he to deny her? He grabbed his hard cock and guided himself into her warm center, gasping against her neck at the feeling. He could do this forever, so he decided he had to make this one last. He thrust in roughly, causing her to moan in his ear, a very erotic sound. Pulling out, he let his hot prick rub against her clit and pushed himself up and used his hands to hold himself over her, teasing her entrance.
“What do you want, Hermione?” he asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it up along her folds, she whimpered in response and arched her back. “Now, now love, you have to tell me exactly what you need.” She arched her back once more and he latched himself to her breast and began to suck.
“Gods, Remus…” she groaned, bucking her hips in hopes of creating a friction. He pulled away from her and smirked, catching her eyes and moaning at the heat he found in them. The caramel swirls teased her, reminding him of chocolate and her sweet taste. “I need you…inside me.” She begged, grabbing his hips and rolling so she was on top of him.
“Witch!” Remus gasped and she slid onto his length and began moving slowly, what a hot tease. He gripped her waist and tried to help her go faster, but she smacked him away.
“I want this to last,” Hermione murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips with hers. Who would have ever thought that this was her second sexual encounter of any kind? Certainly not Remus Lupin, you can be assured. The way she squeezed as she moved along his rigid member made him gasp out of pleasure; nothing could ever feel this wonderful.
Remus couldn’t do the teasing anymore, it made him lose his breath and he needed to feel her under him so badly it hurt. Without warning, he flipped Hermione over and began to pound into her body, leaving her gasping and moaning wildly. Not to mention loudly.
“You are so fucking tight,” he groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. The friction was perfect between their bodies as they both came closer and closer to the orgasmic end.
“Remus!” Hermione suddenly cried, clenching tightly around his throbbing cock and slowing her movements ever so slightly. At his name, he felt his body jolt and he joined her on the ride down, leaning to kiss her sweetly on the lips. “Oh Remus,” Hermione whispered, loosening her legs and hugging his waist.
Remus smiled down at her, not bothering to move out of her body and enjoying the connection that it meant for them. “Hermione,” he whispered back, kissing her nose gently. He leaned against the pillows as she laid her head against his chest, trying to calm his breathing.
“Remus,” she whispered again, “I need to tell you something…” He tilted his head so their eyes were level and nodded his head, too worn out to respond verbally. “I think that this was the most…incredible experience of my life and I don’t really want it to ever end, but I think it would be best if I left now so that we can just move on…” Remus kissed her roughly and felt tears pool in the corners of his eyes. This was exactly what he had feared –the rejection of wanting him, of needing him forever like he felt for her. It was unbearable, he couldn’t believe he had let himself become so caught up in this silly affair.
“Go,” he said harshly, pulling away from her body. “I am not going to fight you on this, no matter how badly I may want to. You mean everything to me, Hermione Granger, and if this was nothing more than a cruel way to lose your virginity, a plot to make this a one night stand, you are sorely mistaken. So leave, now, before I make you go.” Remus could feel his heart slowly break in two as he moved away from her on the bed. Hermione had silent tears rolling down her cheeks and he felt terrible for causing her to feel that way.
She stood up, looking for something to cover her body, finally grabbing his button-up shirt and throwing it around her shoulders. “Fine, Remus, but you are a stupid prat that didn’t let me finish what I was going to say,” she whispered, trying her best to button up the shirt with her shaking fingers. “If you had let me explain I would have finished by saying ‘move on to the shower.’ But no, Remus Lupin, you had to jump to your damn conclusions and just assume that I would never want anything more. You cruel bastard,” Hermione ended, wrenching the bedroom door open and hurrying out into the hallway.
Remus leapt up from the bed, allowing the sheets to fall from his waist and ran out into the hallway behind her. He pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard against the mouth. “I’m sorry, Hermione, I’m so fucking sorry. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted a one night stand. I never should have just assumed that you wouldn’t want this just as much as me. Please,” he pleaded into her ear, pressing his naked body against hers, “please just forgive me.” He felt her shift and pulled back to stare into her beautiful, chocolate-filled eyes that were brimming with tears.
“I love you, Hermione,” he whispered, pushing himself into her hot center and pounding against the wall. “So fucking much.”
“Oh Remus, I love you too…” she whispered back, meeting his thrust every time. This is where they were meant to be, together forever and loving one another.