. + . Author . . . Aaden
. + . Date Written . . . August 2003
. + . Rating . . . R
. + . Pairing . . . Remus Lupin x Ambrosine Emerson
. + . Warnings . . . Teenage lust and desire! Hot steamy sex, eventually . . . *cackles as the room fills with shower steam*
. + . Note . . . Yep, Ambie's an original character of mine. If you don't like pairing
orichars with canon chars, don't read it. If you read this just to flame me
afterwards, up yours. Aaaand...this isn't done yet, nope. ^^' This is only
chapter one. Want me to finish? REVIEW! Review and I shall finish for all
of my gorgey reviewer people!
. + . Claimer . . . Ambrosine Emerson is mine. Miiiine! *hugs Ambie* She's
-my- character, as is all of the content of this little story. All words
and phrases are mine, and the ideas in it, so please, please be nice and
don't steal any of it. You may write a fanpiece including Ambrosine,
but please CONTACT ME before you do so...since my email isn't listed,
write your email in your review so I can get back to you.
. + . Disclaimer . . . Sadly, Remus Lupin does not belong to me, and nor does
Hogwarts...but it does belong to J.K. Rowling.
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.C A R N A L . D E S I R E S . . . chapter one
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The night was young. Though the sun had set hours upon hours ago, the sky
remained almost unaffected by its absence. Hues of blue and purple danced
along the horizon, appearing to be blended by a talented artist. Perhaps
the reason for the oddly bright night was due to the fact that the moon was
waxing--within twenty-four hours the moon would be full. Potion masters
would be stirring the contents of their cauldrons; lycanthropes would be
undergoing painful transformations. The full moon, though indeed bright,
seemed to bring darkness along with the light...both literally and
metaphorically.
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The exterior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was relatively
dim. Only meager amounts of illumination appeared to be protruding through
the castle's thick glass windows, the origin of which being the massive
great hall. Dinner was in full swing, the students occupied by munching
away greedily at the ample amounts of food that anointed their plates.
Students belonging to the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses were devouring
their food exceptionally ravenously; they were so absorbed that they failed to
notice the absence of their two top students.
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However, if one looked hard enough, truly concentrating one's gaze, one would
be able to tell that the dusty velvet curtains of the library of Hogwarts
failed to successfully accomplish their job. A sliver of light was visible,
flickering in and out of sight in accordance with the swaying of the
curtains. It was behind these very curtains that the missing two students
stood, called upon by Madam Pince to carry out their prefectly duties. They
were, perhaps, in for more than they had bargained for.
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"Thank the both of you so much." Pince said, the fact that she was grateful
evident in her voice. "None of the other prefects would agree to do it,
especially on such short notice. I really should have asked you two
first...since you are the pair that spend the most time in here, hands
down." She sighed heavily and raised a slightly bony hand to slide her dark
eyeglasses up her petite nose. The action seemed almost automatic, a
reflex, as if she was used to doing this.
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The students glanced at each other, secret smiles resting snugly on their
faces. This very library was where they had formally met in their second
year of schooling. Even in first year, the pair had been library
dwellers...however, both of them had been too shy to start a conversation
or even to say hello to one another.
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"It's a pleasure, Madam. Really, please don't fret over it." This was the
voice of the girl...though soft and nearly a whisper, her voice was as
sweet as honey. It was a polite voice that she possessed, such a voice
suggested she was always one to help others; the low volume hinted at her
timid nature.
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"Thank you again, Dear. Now, I will leave the extra pair of keys with
you..." The librarian said, dropping a long brass key into the boy's pale
hand. "Just slide it once in the first hole and turn twice, the door will
swing right open." Pince took a handkerchief out of her pocket and used it
to gently dab at her brow.
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"It's but a pleasure. Thank you for the key--I promise I won't lose it." A
smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a somewhat crooked smile,
but perhaps that was what made it such a handsome one. His voice was
deeper, more masculine than his companion's, though not in any way buff or
macho sounding. His voice rang equally soft, however a hint of something
undetectable was present in it, a special sort of ring that caused
him to sound as though he was laughing heartily and speaking
simultaneously. His fingers closed around the key, brass cold to his hand.
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"Everything will be tip-top when you come back. Don't worry about us! We'll
be fine. Your sister needs you more than we do." This time it was the girl
who spoke. She tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, black tips of
otherwise golden blond hair falling just below her shoulders. Her hair was
surprisingly smooth, and looked to be silken; not at all like it had been
when she was younger--slightly tangled and very much awry.
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"Alright, alright, I'm leaving!" Pince chuckled softly, beginning to walk
out of the library. "Thanks again, you two. You're absolute angels." The
door slammed, followed by a loud click, which signaled the secure lock of
the door.
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She sighed.
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"Poor Madam...her sister's going into premature labour. She must be
dreadfully worried...I hope everything turns out all right." She frowned, a
crease now forming between her brows. The look on her otherwise completely
smooth face was one of honest concern.
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"I'm sure she'll be fine." He said comfortingly.
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She forced a smile, her sapphire blue eyes shifting to the large piles of
books on one of the many nearby oak tables. There looked to be hundreds of
volumes resting there...all new orders that needed to be put in their
proper place among the many shelves of the labyrinth that was the library.
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"Ambrosine, I--" He reached out to her, intertwining their fingers
effortlessly, gently kneading her skin with his thumb all in one swift,
fluid motion. Their hands seemed to slip together almost perfectly,
flawlessly, thoughtlessly.
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The girl took a step back, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her gaze
slowly moved down the stack of books, along the carpet, and shot up to meet
his pleading amber eyes. His words seemed caught in his throat as he looked
at her.
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"I...I'm sorry." He sighed, his hand slowly drifting away from hers. "I
should know how to control myself by now. It's almost..." A sigh. "The full
moon, and you know how I get. If I do anything rash, please...slap me or
something. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He had told her this
time and time again, but he knew all too well that she needed to be told,
insisted upon, at least once more. He knew she would never protest, even if
he did get violent. She was far too kind hearted for that.
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She nodded, smiling softly, her eyes warmer now.
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"Thanks, Remus." She said softly.
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Again, he sighed.
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"And I'm sorry that I couldn't take you out tonight. I know you were really
looking forward to going to Honeydukes."
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"Please don't be...you know it's not your fault." Her voice was but a
whisper, her smile warm and loving as she peered into his eyes.
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"I know, I know." He said, chuckling as though it was a long-lasting joke
between the two of them.
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"Now..." She glanced back at the books, and then back to him. "Shall we
carry out these perfectly duties of ours?"
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"Of course. Strictly business."
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He strolled over to the table that her eyes' gaze had temporarily rested
upon, picking up a pile of thick books. She did the same, however with less
false enthusiasm.
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"'Taming Thestrals'..." She said, eyes upon the book on the top of her
stack.
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"Magical creatures section. Two shelves down." He grinned brightly at her
as he slid a thin book into an empty space on a nearby shelf, his body
turned to face her. He appeared rather happy to be helpful... But of course
he knew that she knew very well which section the booked belonged in, as
well as where it was. And he knew what her reaction to that would be...that
was what became of him after he spent nearly every waking moment thinking
about her; when they were together taking it all in and cherishing the
moment, taking note of her every mannerism, no matter how slight.
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She smiled at him.
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"I know where it is..." Her voice still rang as sweet as before.
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He chuckled.
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"I know you know where it is."
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There was a moment where the two of them simply looked at each other,
gazing into each other's eyes in a manner that caused them to appear as
statues. Not a sound broke the silence, and for this he was a little
disappointed, even though it was what he had expected. He wished she would
speak. He loved her voice, how the words just flicked off of her tongue
when she spoke, the way that the sound of each word altered with her
passionate emotions. At least she was looking at him...as he was her. He
found himself wondering if her thoughts towards him were similar to how
strongly he felt for her...he was driving himself absolutely up the wall.
He longed for her touch, for her to say his name again, to scream it. He
scolded himself for thinking such things...but he couldn't help himself. He
knew that it was a possibility that she simply didn't want it, despite how
long they had been seeing each other. She could surely find someone so much
better than him...Lucius, maybe. He quite hated to admit it, but he wasn't
particularly fond of this friend of hers. He knew that Lucius loved her,
even though it was Narcissa that he was seeing...though as to whether or
not he loved her as a friend or more, he did not know. Malfoy could offer
her diamonds and money and a beautiful house...what could he himself offer
her? His lycanthropy. She'd been strangely understanding when he had told
her the truth about himself...and he felt that he had never even once in
his life been so grateful. He had forbidden, no, pleaded and insisted upon
her not seeing him when he'd undergone transformation. Scared. He was
scared that he would scare her. She deserved to have someone so much better
than him...
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But he was lost in his musings...
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"I'll go and put these away, than..."
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...And had quickly been brought back to reality.
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She smiled sweetly at him before slowly turning to walk away, down one of
the aisles in between a few shelves. She sighed, eyes upon the book. His
eyes were on her, and she knew it. Those longing amber eyes, which she
just couldn't get enough of.
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'I'm so lucky...' She thought to herself, having to use a lot of force in
order to slide a particularly large book into a particularly small space.
Without a doubt, she loved and adored him with every part of her being. She
loved his strengths and his faults, the cute way that he blushed when she
kissed him when the feeling struck her. She loved it when he looked into
her eyes, when he touched her hand...that was, admittedly, as far as they'd
gotten. She didn't mind all that much...she loved him, and could be with
him daily, and that was what mattered to her. If she had to live a life of
eternal virginity just to stay by his side, she'd stay with him in a
heartbeat without any second thoughts. But...he did love her, didn't he?
And she loved him. Wasn't the natural progression of things...the peak of
intimacy...still out there to be experienced?
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This mere thought caused her to blush deeply. She shook her head, trying to
rid herself of the it.
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He had been watching all of this, of course, the smile on his face widening
considerably in wonderment at what was going through her mind.
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"What are you thinking about?"
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The question was unexpected, the enquirer's voice comforting. She
swallowed, a cloudy blush again drifting swiftly onto the sky of pale peach
that was her cheeks.
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"...You."
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Her voice was a whisper, her eyes drifting slowly to meet his...ah, how
pretty they were, those amber eyes.
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He felt his cheeks flush and looked away, sliding another book into an
empty space on the shelf.
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The two of them continued their tasks without so much as another word. She
wondered if she'd made him uncomfortable. He, however, was in such a happy,
blissful state at the mere inkling that it was him she'd been thinking
about.
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Near an hour later, the two of them had finished putting away nearly one
quarter of the books, not a word having been uttered since she spoke. It
was, at the same time, a comfortable and uncomfortable silence. Since the
both of theme were not of the socialite breed, they were quite used to
large gaps of silence, and between them, this was indeed comfortable. Even
though it was so, however, they both longed for one another to break it.
Neither of them wanted to speak first, but in the end, it was she who did so.
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"Did I say something wrong?"
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"No, Ambrosine. Never."
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His answer was quick, definite.
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"I..." She swallowed. "I remember when we first met."
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He smiled.
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"Right at the sorting."
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"...But...when we actually introduced ourselves..."
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"We were in second year. I remember. For that Astronomy essay, we had to
check out books. You had the last copy of the one I needed, and...you were
sitting right over here..."
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He stepped a few feet to the left, stopping to let his fingertips glide
along the ancient wooden table.
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At this, she couldn't help but smile, slowly following him over to the
table and sitting down in the very same chair that she had that one special
day. She took a random book off of the shelf, pretending to read it avidly.
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He grinned, catching on.
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"I...I, uhm, e-excuse me, miss..."
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She looked up.
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"That...that book you're reading. It's the last copy and I was w-won-
wondering...if I could please use it when you're, you know....f...inished."
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She smiled and set the book down on the table, sliding it to him.
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"I...it's okay." She said. "...You can use it first, if you want."
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"...Thanks..."
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He slowly sat down next to her, eyes upon the book for a few moments before
looking up at her.
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"I-I'm Remus Lupin, by the way...it's nice to meet you."
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"Ambrosine Emerson." Her voice was soft. That aspect of her certainly
hadn't changed. "It's a pleasure."
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He smirked devilishly, leaning forward and planting a passionate kiss on
her lips…her soft, pink lips. He didn't dare let his tongue venture beyond
the realms of his own mouth, despite his urge to forget all of the rules.
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She found herself kissing him back. Oh, how she loved his lips...the gentle,
loving warmth of his lips over hers. Wait a second... She pulled away
gently, resting her forehead against his, chuckling, cheeks flushed.
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"You didn't do that when we first met."
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"I know."
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A pause.
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"But I should have."
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She snickered.
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"Oh, Remus..."
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She sighed.
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"What shall I do with you?"
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He smirked.
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"Whatever you want."
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"Remus!" She laughed, leaning against him just slightly.
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"What can I say, it's that time of the month."
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"I noticed."
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"Did you really?"
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"It's a little difficult not to."
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For a moment they just gazed into one another's eyes, time seeming to
simply stand still. He found himself lost in the shining deep blue oceans
that were her eyes, lost almost to the point of no return. He felt that the
only thing stopping him from simply kissing her again, taking her into his
arms as he did in his dreams, his fantasies...was her. Her and his feelings
for her kept him from doing anything rash.
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She blushed, as she often did when they were this close, and he was giving
her 'that look'; that look that quite obviously gave it away...there was so
much more to the calm and composed facade that served as his external
shell.
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"You're so cute when you do that..." He whispered, warm breath on her neck,
one of his hands creeping gently up to her left cheek, caressing the soft
skin gently with his thumb. He didn't know why, but simply doing and saying
this caused him to blush, though considerably less than usual (perhaps this
was due to the moon phase?).
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"...When I do what?"
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"When you blush, silly..." He allowed his tongue to escape his mouth,
gently licking her earlobe and trailing his lips down her smooth skin until
he met something that he considered to be somewhat of a considerable
nuisance...the collar of her white dress shirt. And then there was her
blazer to think about. And his.
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"Remus..." She whispered, voice a barely audible sound.
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Ah, that voice...her voice...caused a pleasant shiver to move along his
spine. His stomach did somewhat of a nervous flip, tightening. Why did she
have to have such a captivating effect on him?
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His lips, of course, were occupied. He didn't respond.
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"...Don't you think we should...finish up with the books?"
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Well, to be honest, the books slipped his mind completely. There was a sign
that he was getting a little too carried away too quickly. 'All right...'
He thought to himself. 'Pull yourself together. Think about what she wants.
This isn't the time or place.'
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He planted a gentle kiss on her neck, raising his head after doing so to
again look her in the eye.
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"...You're right." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Ambrosine."
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"Please, Remus...don't be. It hurts me to hear you say that..."
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"Where?"
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She offered a confused look.
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"Where does it hurt?"
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"Everywhere."
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"Than I guess I'll just have to kiss it better...everywhere."
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This brought a smile to Ambrosine's face. She leaned forward to kiss him
gently upon the lips...and it was his turn to blush.
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Even if it was a short kiss, which lasted only a mere second or so, it was
enough to send Remus into that nice blissful state of mind. He had the urge to
kiss her back hotly, and could have, had she not pulled away so quickly.
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"Ah Remus..."
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She sighed softly.
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"Ambrosine Ambrosine Ambrosine."
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"Shall we continue with the books...?"
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"So we shall, my dear, so we shall."
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He hopped up and offered her a hand, which she graciously accepted as he
pulled her to her feet and into his arms in one fluid motion.
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"The books, Remus..." She whispered. "We need to finish..."
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"I know. I just wanted one last little hug from the one I care about most."
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She blushed.
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He felt a peculiar yet not unfamiliar feeling in his lower regions, which
was accompanied by an odd sort of tingly flip in his stomach. It often
decided to visit him when he was with her like this, embracing her, his
angel, his body against hers. He desperately hoped that she couldn't feel
one particular part of him, which stuck out just a little bit more than
usual...and if she did, perchance, feel it...she would feel it in her more
sensitive parts. He couldn't help himself, though. He had her head on his
shoulder, and he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest.
Normally...he would have been able to control himself, but...his
animalistic instincts had already began to take over; the moon was almost
full.
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She chuckled softly, hugging him.
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The feeling in his groin tightened. Why did she have to do that? It was
pleasant, and he, for the life of him, wasn't complaining. He would have
given anything in the world for her to continue, to perhaps touch him, or
maybe...take something off...
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He scolded himself for thinking in such a way. No. 'Control yourself,
Remus...' He told himself firmly. If he hurt her when he was like this, he
knew that he would never be able to forgive himself.
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Unbeknownst to him, however...her thoughts verged on a similar manner. Her
face was flushed, and she was looking away now. It made her so happy to be
with him, to be with him like this, to be so close to him. Her skin ached
for his touch, she longed for it now with every part of her being.
But...did he want to? She didn't know, though she wished she did. She
wished that he would kiss her again, and just hold her as he was now... He
was showing signs that he wanted to, but did he? She didn't want to make
him unhappy.
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Then why did she keep mentioning the books?
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. . . f i n
. + . Date Written . . . August 2003
. + . Rating . . . R
. + . Pairing . . . Remus Lupin x Ambrosine Emerson
. + . Warnings . . . Teenage lust and desire! Hot steamy sex, eventually . . . *cackles as the room fills with shower steam*
. + . Note . . . Yep, Ambie's an original character of mine. If you don't like pairing
orichars with canon chars, don't read it. If you read this just to flame me
afterwards, up yours. Aaaand...this isn't done yet, nope. ^^' This is only
chapter one. Want me to finish? REVIEW! Review and I shall finish for all
of my gorgey reviewer people!
. + . Claimer . . . Ambrosine Emerson is mine. Miiiine! *hugs Ambie* She's
-my- character, as is all of the content of this little story. All words
and phrases are mine, and the ideas in it, so please, please be nice and
don't steal any of it. You may write a fanpiece including Ambrosine,
but please CONTACT ME before you do so...since my email isn't listed,
write your email in your review so I can get back to you.
. + . Disclaimer . . . Sadly, Remus Lupin does not belong to me, and nor does
Hogwarts...but it does belong to J.K. Rowling.
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.C A R N A L . D E S I R E S . . . chapter one
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The night was young. Though the sun had set hours upon hours ago, the sky
remained almost unaffected by its absence. Hues of blue and purple danced
along the horizon, appearing to be blended by a talented artist. Perhaps
the reason for the oddly bright night was due to the fact that the moon was
waxing--within twenty-four hours the moon would be full. Potion masters
would be stirring the contents of their cauldrons; lycanthropes would be
undergoing painful transformations. The full moon, though indeed bright,
seemed to bring darkness along with the light...both literally and
metaphorically.
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The exterior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was relatively
dim. Only meager amounts of illumination appeared to be protruding through
the castle's thick glass windows, the origin of which being the massive
great hall. Dinner was in full swing, the students occupied by munching
away greedily at the ample amounts of food that anointed their plates.
Students belonging to the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses were devouring
their food exceptionally ravenously; they were so absorbed that they failed to
notice the absence of their two top students.
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However, if one looked hard enough, truly concentrating one's gaze, one would
be able to tell that the dusty velvet curtains of the library of Hogwarts
failed to successfully accomplish their job. A sliver of light was visible,
flickering in and out of sight in accordance with the swaying of the
curtains. It was behind these very curtains that the missing two students
stood, called upon by Madam Pince to carry out their prefectly duties. They
were, perhaps, in for more than they had bargained for.
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"Thank the both of you so much." Pince said, the fact that she was grateful
evident in her voice. "None of the other prefects would agree to do it,
especially on such short notice. I really should have asked you two
first...since you are the pair that spend the most time in here, hands
down." She sighed heavily and raised a slightly bony hand to slide her dark
eyeglasses up her petite nose. The action seemed almost automatic, a
reflex, as if she was used to doing this.
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The students glanced at each other, secret smiles resting snugly on their
faces. This very library was where they had formally met in their second
year of schooling. Even in first year, the pair had been library
dwellers...however, both of them had been too shy to start a conversation
or even to say hello to one another.
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"It's a pleasure, Madam. Really, please don't fret over it." This was the
voice of the girl...though soft and nearly a whisper, her voice was as
sweet as honey. It was a polite voice that she possessed, such a voice
suggested she was always one to help others; the low volume hinted at her
timid nature.
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"Thank you again, Dear. Now, I will leave the extra pair of keys with
you..." The librarian said, dropping a long brass key into the boy's pale
hand. "Just slide it once in the first hole and turn twice, the door will
swing right open." Pince took a handkerchief out of her pocket and used it
to gently dab at her brow.
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"It's but a pleasure. Thank you for the key--I promise I won't lose it." A
smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a somewhat crooked smile,
but perhaps that was what made it such a handsome one. His voice was
deeper, more masculine than his companion's, though not in any way buff or
macho sounding. His voice rang equally soft, however a hint of something
undetectable was present in it, a special sort of ring that caused
him to sound as though he was laughing heartily and speaking
simultaneously. His fingers closed around the key, brass cold to his hand.
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"Everything will be tip-top when you come back. Don't worry about us! We'll
be fine. Your sister needs you more than we do." This time it was the girl
who spoke. She tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, black tips of
otherwise golden blond hair falling just below her shoulders. Her hair was
surprisingly smooth, and looked to be silken; not at all like it had been
when she was younger--slightly tangled and very much awry.
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"Alright, alright, I'm leaving!" Pince chuckled softly, beginning to walk
out of the library. "Thanks again, you two. You're absolute angels." The
door slammed, followed by a loud click, which signaled the secure lock of
the door.
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She sighed.
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"Poor Madam...her sister's going into premature labour. She must be
dreadfully worried...I hope everything turns out all right." She frowned, a
crease now forming between her brows. The look on her otherwise completely
smooth face was one of honest concern.
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"I'm sure she'll be fine." He said comfortingly.
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She forced a smile, her sapphire blue eyes shifting to the large piles of
books on one of the many nearby oak tables. There looked to be hundreds of
volumes resting there...all new orders that needed to be put in their
proper place among the many shelves of the labyrinth that was the library.
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"Ambrosine, I--" He reached out to her, intertwining their fingers
effortlessly, gently kneading her skin with his thumb all in one swift,
fluid motion. Their hands seemed to slip together almost perfectly,
flawlessly, thoughtlessly.
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The girl took a step back, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her gaze
slowly moved down the stack of books, along the carpet, and shot up to meet
his pleading amber eyes. His words seemed caught in his throat as he looked
at her.
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"I...I'm sorry." He sighed, his hand slowly drifting away from hers. "I
should know how to control myself by now. It's almost..." A sigh. "The full
moon, and you know how I get. If I do anything rash, please...slap me or
something. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He had told her this
time and time again, but he knew all too well that she needed to be told,
insisted upon, at least once more. He knew she would never protest, even if
he did get violent. She was far too kind hearted for that.
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She nodded, smiling softly, her eyes warmer now.
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"Thanks, Remus." She said softly.
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Again, he sighed.
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"And I'm sorry that I couldn't take you out tonight. I know you were really
looking forward to going to Honeydukes."
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"Please don't be...you know it's not your fault." Her voice was but a
whisper, her smile warm and loving as she peered into his eyes.
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"I know, I know." He said, chuckling as though it was a long-lasting joke
between the two of them.
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"Now..." She glanced back at the books, and then back to him. "Shall we
carry out these perfectly duties of ours?"
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"Of course. Strictly business."
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He strolled over to the table that her eyes' gaze had temporarily rested
upon, picking up a pile of thick books. She did the same, however with less
false enthusiasm.
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"'Taming Thestrals'..." She said, eyes upon the book on the top of her
stack.
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"Magical creatures section. Two shelves down." He grinned brightly at her
as he slid a thin book into an empty space on a nearby shelf, his body
turned to face her. He appeared rather happy to be helpful... But of course
he knew that she knew very well which section the booked belonged in, as
well as where it was. And he knew what her reaction to that would be...that
was what became of him after he spent nearly every waking moment thinking
about her; when they were together taking it all in and cherishing the
moment, taking note of her every mannerism, no matter how slight.
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She smiled at him.
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"I know where it is..." Her voice still rang as sweet as before.
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He chuckled.
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"I know you know where it is."
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There was a moment where the two of them simply looked at each other,
gazing into each other's eyes in a manner that caused them to appear as
statues. Not a sound broke the silence, and for this he was a little
disappointed, even though it was what he had expected. He wished she would
speak. He loved her voice, how the words just flicked off of her tongue
when she spoke, the way that the sound of each word altered with her
passionate emotions. At least she was looking at him...as he was her. He
found himself wondering if her thoughts towards him were similar to how
strongly he felt for her...he was driving himself absolutely up the wall.
He longed for her touch, for her to say his name again, to scream it. He
scolded himself for thinking such things...but he couldn't help himself. He
knew that it was a possibility that she simply didn't want it, despite how
long they had been seeing each other. She could surely find someone so much
better than him...Lucius, maybe. He quite hated to admit it, but he wasn't
particularly fond of this friend of hers. He knew that Lucius loved her,
even though it was Narcissa that he was seeing...though as to whether or
not he loved her as a friend or more, he did not know. Malfoy could offer
her diamonds and money and a beautiful house...what could he himself offer
her? His lycanthropy. She'd been strangely understanding when he had told
her the truth about himself...and he felt that he had never even once in
his life been so grateful. He had forbidden, no, pleaded and insisted upon
her not seeing him when he'd undergone transformation. Scared. He was
scared that he would scare her. She deserved to have someone so much better
than him...
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But he was lost in his musings...
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"I'll go and put these away, than..."
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...And had quickly been brought back to reality.
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She smiled sweetly at him before slowly turning to walk away, down one of
the aisles in between a few shelves. She sighed, eyes upon the book. His
eyes were on her, and she knew it. Those longing amber eyes, which she
just couldn't get enough of.
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'I'm so lucky...' She thought to herself, having to use a lot of force in
order to slide a particularly large book into a particularly small space.
Without a doubt, she loved and adored him with every part of her being. She
loved his strengths and his faults, the cute way that he blushed when she
kissed him when the feeling struck her. She loved it when he looked into
her eyes, when he touched her hand...that was, admittedly, as far as they'd
gotten. She didn't mind all that much...she loved him, and could be with
him daily, and that was what mattered to her. If she had to live a life of
eternal virginity just to stay by his side, she'd stay with him in a
heartbeat without any second thoughts. But...he did love her, didn't he?
And she loved him. Wasn't the natural progression of things...the peak of
intimacy...still out there to be experienced?
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This mere thought caused her to blush deeply. She shook her head, trying to
rid herself of the it.
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He had been watching all of this, of course, the smile on his face widening
considerably in wonderment at what was going through her mind.
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"What are you thinking about?"
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The question was unexpected, the enquirer's voice comforting. She
swallowed, a cloudy blush again drifting swiftly onto the sky of pale peach
that was her cheeks.
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"...You."
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Her voice was a whisper, her eyes drifting slowly to meet his...ah, how
pretty they were, those amber eyes.
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He felt his cheeks flush and looked away, sliding another book into an
empty space on the shelf.
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The two of them continued their tasks without so much as another word. She
wondered if she'd made him uncomfortable. He, however, was in such a happy,
blissful state at the mere inkling that it was him she'd been thinking
about.
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Near an hour later, the two of them had finished putting away nearly one
quarter of the books, not a word having been uttered since she spoke. It
was, at the same time, a comfortable and uncomfortable silence. Since the
both of theme were not of the socialite breed, they were quite used to
large gaps of silence, and between them, this was indeed comfortable. Even
though it was so, however, they both longed for one another to break it.
Neither of them wanted to speak first, but in the end, it was she who did so.
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"Did I say something wrong?"
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"No, Ambrosine. Never."
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His answer was quick, definite.
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"I..." She swallowed. "I remember when we first met."
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He smiled.
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"Right at the sorting."
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"...But...when we actually introduced ourselves..."
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"We were in second year. I remember. For that Astronomy essay, we had to
check out books. You had the last copy of the one I needed, and...you were
sitting right over here..."
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He stepped a few feet to the left, stopping to let his fingertips glide
along the ancient wooden table.
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At this, she couldn't help but smile, slowly following him over to the
table and sitting down in the very same chair that she had that one special
day. She took a random book off of the shelf, pretending to read it avidly.
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He grinned, catching on.
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"I...I, uhm, e-excuse me, miss..."
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She looked up.
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"That...that book you're reading. It's the last copy and I was w-won-
wondering...if I could please use it when you're, you know....f...inished."
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She smiled and set the book down on the table, sliding it to him.
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"I...it's okay." She said. "...You can use it first, if you want."
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"...Thanks..."
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He slowly sat down next to her, eyes upon the book for a few moments before
looking up at her.
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"I-I'm Remus Lupin, by the way...it's nice to meet you."
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"Ambrosine Emerson." Her voice was soft. That aspect of her certainly
hadn't changed. "It's a pleasure."
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He smirked devilishly, leaning forward and planting a passionate kiss on
her lips…her soft, pink lips. He didn't dare let his tongue venture beyond
the realms of his own mouth, despite his urge to forget all of the rules.
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She found herself kissing him back. Oh, how she loved his lips...the gentle,
loving warmth of his lips over hers. Wait a second... She pulled away
gently, resting her forehead against his, chuckling, cheeks flushed.
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"You didn't do that when we first met."
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"I know."
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A pause.
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"But I should have."
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She snickered.
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"Oh, Remus..."
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She sighed.
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"What shall I do with you?"
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He smirked.
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"Whatever you want."
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"Remus!" She laughed, leaning against him just slightly.
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"What can I say, it's that time of the month."
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"I noticed."
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"Did you really?"
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"It's a little difficult not to."
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For a moment they just gazed into one another's eyes, time seeming to
simply stand still. He found himself lost in the shining deep blue oceans
that were her eyes, lost almost to the point of no return. He felt that the
only thing stopping him from simply kissing her again, taking her into his
arms as he did in his dreams, his fantasies...was her. Her and his feelings
for her kept him from doing anything rash.
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She blushed, as she often did when they were this close, and he was giving
her 'that look'; that look that quite obviously gave it away...there was so
much more to the calm and composed facade that served as his external
shell.
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"You're so cute when you do that..." He whispered, warm breath on her neck,
one of his hands creeping gently up to her left cheek, caressing the soft
skin gently with his thumb. He didn't know why, but simply doing and saying
this caused him to blush, though considerably less than usual (perhaps this
was due to the moon phase?).
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"...When I do what?"
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"When you blush, silly..." He allowed his tongue to escape his mouth,
gently licking her earlobe and trailing his lips down her smooth skin until
he met something that he considered to be somewhat of a considerable
nuisance...the collar of her white dress shirt. And then there was her
blazer to think about. And his.
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"Remus..." She whispered, voice a barely audible sound.
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Ah, that voice...her voice...caused a pleasant shiver to move along his
spine. His stomach did somewhat of a nervous flip, tightening. Why did she
have to have such a captivating effect on him?
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His lips, of course, were occupied. He didn't respond.
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"...Don't you think we should...finish up with the books?"
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Well, to be honest, the books slipped his mind completely. There was a sign
that he was getting a little too carried away too quickly. 'All right...'
He thought to himself. 'Pull yourself together. Think about what she wants.
This isn't the time or place.'
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He planted a gentle kiss on her neck, raising his head after doing so to
again look her in the eye.
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"...You're right." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Ambrosine."
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"Please, Remus...don't be. It hurts me to hear you say that..."
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"Where?"
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She offered a confused look.
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"Where does it hurt?"
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"Everywhere."
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"Than I guess I'll just have to kiss it better...everywhere."
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This brought a smile to Ambrosine's face. She leaned forward to kiss him
gently upon the lips...and it was his turn to blush.
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Even if it was a short kiss, which lasted only a mere second or so, it was
enough to send Remus into that nice blissful state of mind. He had the urge to
kiss her back hotly, and could have, had she not pulled away so quickly.
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"Ah Remus..."
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She sighed softly.
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"Ambrosine Ambrosine Ambrosine."
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"Shall we continue with the books...?"
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"So we shall, my dear, so we shall."
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He hopped up and offered her a hand, which she graciously accepted as he
pulled her to her feet and into his arms in one fluid motion.
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"The books, Remus..." She whispered. "We need to finish..."
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"I know. I just wanted one last little hug from the one I care about most."
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She blushed.
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He felt a peculiar yet not unfamiliar feeling in his lower regions, which
was accompanied by an odd sort of tingly flip in his stomach. It often
decided to visit him when he was with her like this, embracing her, his
angel, his body against hers. He desperately hoped that she couldn't feel
one particular part of him, which stuck out just a little bit more than
usual...and if she did, perchance, feel it...she would feel it in her more
sensitive parts. He couldn't help himself, though. He had her head on his
shoulder, and he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest.
Normally...he would have been able to control himself, but...his
animalistic instincts had already began to take over; the moon was almost
full.
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She chuckled softly, hugging him.
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The feeling in his groin tightened. Why did she have to do that? It was
pleasant, and he, for the life of him, wasn't complaining. He would have
given anything in the world for her to continue, to perhaps touch him, or
maybe...take something off...
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He scolded himself for thinking in such a way. No. 'Control yourself,
Remus...' He told himself firmly. If he hurt her when he was like this, he
knew that he would never be able to forgive himself.
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Unbeknownst to him, however...her thoughts verged on a similar manner. Her
face was flushed, and she was looking away now. It made her so happy to be
with him, to be with him like this, to be so close to him. Her skin ached
for his touch, she longed for it now with every part of her being.
But...did he want to? She didn't know, though she wished she did. She
wished that he would kiss her again, and just hold her as he was now... He
was showing signs that he wanted to, but did he? She didn't want to make
him unhappy.
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Then why did she keep mentioning the books?
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