A/N: This is the next in my line of Remus Smutshots, of course. If you've missed the last one, it was RL/MB (yes, Millicent Bulstrode). As with other pairings I've done between Remus and Next-Gen characters, I've had to be more than a little bit creative with this one, which is Remus/Molly (Percy's son, granddaughter of the first Molly). So we'll see how this works.
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She was not young enough to be his granddaughter.
That was the small bit of comfort Remus kept repeating to himself when Molly Weasley climbed into his bed like she liked to do.
No, not Molly of Molly and Arthur, but her granddaughter, Percy and Audrey's daughter, who was very, very pretty.
He'd been seduced, of course, although he didn't have any particular problem with it. He couldn't see what Molly saw in him. She was young and beautiful and talented and he was old, war-torn, a monster.
But those excuses hadn't gotten him very far with Tonks and they worked even less well against Molly Weasley, who had all of her grandmother's stubbornness and determination, which no man could really hope to stand against.
She'd started showing interest in him when she graduated from Hogwarts, making excuses to visit him for a variety of reasons, and Remus just thought that she was being unusually friendly at first, or that she was fighting with her cousin over Teddy.
What he hadn't expected was to be the object of her affections, which she showed after a while by kissing him firmly, boldly, and right in front of her cousin and Teddy.
Remus had flailed, confused and strangely aroused by the whole situation, and of course the next thing he knew the entire Weasley clan was arguing for or against any sort of relationship between the two of them. No matter how he tried to say that no such relationship existed, no one believed him.
And the next thing he knew they'd voted on approval by and large and that one kiss was replicated several times over. He found her visiting him at home alone, and found her easily coaxing him into more than just kissing, desperately trying to touch and kiss every bit of her he felt comfortable accessing.
When she first started stripping off her clothes for him he felt more than a bit uncomfortable, but when she pressed her body against his and kissed him into submission while peeling off his own clothes he soon forgot all discomfort with the situation.
Her skin tasted more addictive than chocolate, felt more smooth than silk, and when she moaned his name so sweetly how could he dream of doing anything but obliging her every sinful wish and pleasure? When giving her pleasure was so pleasing to him, what point was there in saying no?
And so they went from a single, simple kiss that he tried to deny having any significance to Molly sharing his bed, melting against his skin, and screaming his name in her throes of passion. It had become their ritual, and what a brilliant, animalistic ritual it was. When he wasn't with her he needed her, and when he was with her all he wanted to do was be as close to her, as entwined in her, as he possibly could.
Remus sat up, running his fingers lovingly through her auburn hair, realizing how barely he fought against her affection when she professed it. Surely that meant he loved her deeply, he thought, watching her sleep so angelically, her pretty lips swollen and redder than usual from their desperately hungry kisses.
Then again, maybe he was just tired of fighting.