My first entry in a Gaia Sorting Hat Guild Short Story/Poetry contest! We were limited to only four paragraphs . . . o 3o Anywho, we're looking at Remus/OMC with mentioned Remus/Tonks.
le besoin
Remus knows he should stop.
He starts it because he does not know how to stop it, these craving, these needs. It's fine, he thinks, if it is just once, just once before he marries and he can't anymore. Just once. However, once turns to twice turns to thrice; Monday turns to Friday turns to weeks. Each one he has is nameless, faceless, but not heatless or clueless. They know why he is there, know what he needs, and that only intensifies the shame.
He swears to stop. As he watches the bloke pull up his trousers, cover his lithe torso with his cloak, rob him of the little money he has, he looks down at the band on his finger and knows that he'll stop, he'll stop. He will stop for her sake, he will. Raising his wedding finger, he looks at the bloke and whispers, "I will."
The bloke smiles and casually shrugs his knapsack on his shoulder. "Next Saturday it is, then."