Title: Pent Up Frustration

Rating: M

Summary: Hermione is frustrated that Remus won't just give in.

Gift for love1776 on Valentine's Day 2011.

She's frustrated because he won't give in and put them both out of their misery. They've been living together for months now, and even Sirius thinks Remus is being too noble for his own good.

They do practically everything together – everything except sleep together, which in Sirius' opinion is what needs to happen, before they all snap.

Her arguments are met with excuses about age and societal expectations, so this evening, she takes a different approach.

"Remus, I want you to fuck me."

Remus nearly chokes on his dinner as Sirius says, "I'll just excuse myself."

"Hermione –" he splutters.

"We're intellectual equals."

"I'm not denying that!"

"Aren't you attracted to me?"

"Of course, Hermione, but – "

"I'm tired of your excuses. If I were older, would you make this big a deal out of it?"

"Well, no, but – "

"Then it's settled." She gets up from her seat, crosses over to his side of the table, and straddles him in his chair.

"Hermione! What are you doing?"

"What we both want to." She kisses him and he can't help but kiss her back, just like she knew he would. It's passionate and aggressive, and wonderful until he comes to his senses.

He pulls away from her mouth and says, "This is entirely inappropriate", even as he's standing them up and hoisting her onto the table.

"Well you must not care about that as much as you claim you do," she says, pointing at his obvious erection.

"Is that how you want to play, witch?"

"I want to play any way that will get you in my pants."

He groans lustfully.

"Remus, please just stop trying to resist."

He kisses her forcefully, running his hands from her shoulders to her thighs and back up again. Then her blouse buttons are popping off and he's attached his mouth to one of her nipples and it's all she can do not to scream finally.

His pants are off in a matter of seconds and hers follow shortly after. He's palming a breast with one hand and fingering her with the other, working his way into her hot center.

"Merlin, Hermione, you have no idea the things I want to do to you."

"I think I've got some inkling, actually," she says breathlessly.

He enters her in one rapid motion and the both let out gasp of pleasure. Soon his cock is moving in and out of her and she's matching him thrust for thrust.

"Remus, yes, harder please!"

He knows he won't last much longer when he feels her walls constricting around him, and with one last scream of, "Yes, fuck me!", he's over the edge.

She's leaving a trail of kisses up his jaw and he holds her tightly to himself.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot, Hermione."

"I suppose I can forgive you, as long as this becomes a regular occurrence."

"And as long as you don't do it on the table again," come Sirius' voice from the living room.