Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. – Rilke

oOo

"Shh–"

"He's asleep, Hermi–"

"Muffliato. Just in case."

Remus chuckled, kissed along her neck and up her jaw, brushing her hair back from her face. "Mm. You know I did that earlier."

"I really don't want to scar him."

"Very considerate of you." Remus' tongue traced the rim of her ear and she shivered, pulling him close as he turned his attention to her bare shoulder.

"Mm." Hermione waited until he came up for another kiss on the mouth, and then pushed him to the mattress, sitting astride his hips. He was hard against her center and she shut her eyes, moving slowly against him, relishing the slow burn. When he moaned she opened her eyes, wanting to see him, the beautiful vulnerability of Remus Lupin when he let himself relinquish control.

She murmured, "So what do you like to do, Remus?"

Remus' eyes, when he opened them, were hazy with lust. "What?"

"In bed. Anything you want me to do? Say?" Hermione smiled, though it came out more like a smirk. "Only, I've an idea...that I thought we might be ready to test out."

He reached up and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "What is it?"

"Just tell me if you hate it, alright?"

Mild trepidation crossed Remus' face. "Alright...you don't want to, er, whip me, do you?"

Hermione laughed. "Merlin, no. I wouldn't spring that on you like this."

"Right," he said, looking relieved. "Because we'd have to discuss that first."

"No, my idea is simply...it's simply a matter of speech," she told him; and, lowering her voice to a whisper, "Professor."

Remus shut his eyes and let out a quiet, drawn-out moan, his palms hot against her skin as he slid them slowly up her thighs.

"Hermione."

It was definitely a smirk this time. "I take it you like the idea, Professor."

She could almost see him bite back the moan in his effort to speak.

"It's...gods, Hermione."

She bit her lip. "Can we do it?"

"God, yes." He rolled his hips up, hard and thick and hot against her wetness. "Yes."

"Mmm." Hermione reached down, feeling for him, pressing him to her slowly, teasingly. "What should I do?"

Remus molded a hand against the back of her neck and pulled her close, pressing his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "I'm going to shag you, Miss Granger." It was her turn to moan, desire spiking in her system. He nudged his hips up, and she felt the tip of him begin to press into her, entering her, promising that familiar blessed heat. He rolled her over and he was the one on top, now, lifting one of her legs in the same motion, finding her eyes with his own.

"Professor Lupin," she whispered.

He buried himself deep inside her with one movement, and they groaned in joint pleasure. "Miss Granger," he managed, "You really should not entice me so."