She wolf in Disguise
Song-fic. Shakira - She Wolf
She held her breath for as long as she could, listening for any sounds of movement. Fast footsteps came closer and closer and closer and stopped right outside the closet door. Hermione sucked in a breath but that was her mistake. He had heard and swung the door open.
Bright light streamed in and she shielded her eyes. Once they adjusted the figure of Remus Lupin was clear as day. She could a deep breath, she could breath freely now.
"What are you doing in my closet?" he asked, gently lifting her out of the closet by her arm.
"Hiding. I can't take the abuse anymore." she gasped, doubled over. She clutched the mask of her she wolf costume in her sweaty palms.
"What happened?" Remus gently sat her down on the edge of his bed, wrapping a tender arm around her. Her little ragged and fluffy brown dress started to annoy her. She had a need to fill and the reminder was not what she needed.
"I was trying to get someone's attention. Down at the party. He kept wolf-whistling taking everything I did for granted. I'm sick of it." she felt the anger of months of wasted devotion building upside of her. "And what doesn't help is I haven't slept with a man for months. I need it. I need a release and he refuses to give it."
"I can't understand why he wouldn't want you. You're beautiful and, if I must say so myself, you look amazing in your…she wolf costume?" Remus gently tilted her head to his so that he could see her face. "Beautiful. How could he not want you?"
Hermione shrugged, feeling the hunger, the need for sex becoming unbearable. Now she was staring into the eyes of someone giving her attention and her wolf was calling for him to take her and help her release. Man to woman. Wolf to wolf.
Remus kissed her and it was by no means gentle, the wolf call in him too great to ignore. "I can help you, my little wolf. I can give you what you need." he nuzzled her neck, biting gently along her flesh to her collarbone. He roughly pushed her back onto his bed, sensing her need and needing to give it.
"I need it too. I've needed it for so long, Hermione, that every time I saw you I could just about stop myself. My wolf craves you. The wolf in me needed you. Needed to make you his. I want you to be mine. My wolf. My equal." he bit down on her neck hard and Hermione cried out but the pain felt good to her. It was what she needed.
She didn't realize just how much she needed another type of release. The bad inside her wanted out, just as much as her wolf did. Maybe they were one and the same thing. Maybe what she needed was be behave very bad in the arms of a boy. In the arms of the boy, or a man, who was not hers. She had not belonged to anyone before now and no one belonged to her but now Remus and Hermione had claimed each other.
They seemed to understand each other completely as he kissed and held and touched her where her skin had been aching to be touched for so long.
He made her his and now she was free. She could breathe.
