Chapter 2: Drawings
I know, there's already some smut. Exciting, right? :) Well, as with all things, this is also my first lemon, so please please review. I live for compliments and criticism.
Oh, and just a note: for those of you who, like me a few days ago (I had to look it up...) don't know, the age of consent in the UK is sixteen. I didn't want to confuse anyone, simply because I know I would have been.
There I was again, sitting in his class, unable to concentrate on what He was saying, too entranced in his lips. Class had gone on for just over two months now, and Lupin was looking better than he had when he first showed up. His face wasn't as haggard or thin, though he would skip class sometimes and come back looking tired again.
I had taken to daydreaming during his classes, coming up with some scenarios that would make many people blush (Sometimes, I even did). I had actually thought about those scenarios so much that they had filtered through to my unconscious mind and I had my first sex dreams…about Remus Lupin. I had never had practice with the real thing, but the dreams seemed pretty realistic, and, more often than not, I would wake up with a not altogether unpleasant wetness between my thighs.
So, as I recalled my dream from the night before, I started to doodle, something I had also been doing quite often. I drew the hard plains and subtly toned muscles that I imagined were hidden by his still shabby robes above a figure on the bed, one with ample breasts and nice hips. That's when inspiration came over me. If I could make my young teacher subconsciously aware of what lay under my clothes, it could probably turn into what I wanted.
I closed my notes and raised my hand, calling Lupin over.
"Yes, Andrea, did you need something?" That husky voice haunted my dreams…literally. I almost forgot why I had called him over. Brushing my hair back and running my fingers along my collar, I asked.
"Well, I'm sure you went over it, but I can't find it in my notes. I know of the giant squid, mermaids, and other creatures in the lake, but I don't remember how many different species live there, and some of the less known." I tried to act like I really didn't know.
"Well, you take really good notes; it's probably in there somewhere." He leaned over my desk, flipping through the pages, again noting how detailed they were and that 'it should be around here somewhere,' to try to find the day before's notes. I was too intoxicated by his smell to realize that he was getting dangerously close to the pictures I had just been drawing. Once I realized, though, there was only one page left. Right before I could stop him, he turned the last page.
He stopped moving, stopped speaking, and he just stood there, studying the fairly graphic picture I had just finished. Finally, he seemed to get a hold on himself, probably realizing that the class was wondering why he was silent.
"You see? There it is." He pointed to the opposite page, where my answer sat, clear as day.
He moved back to the front of the room, sat at his desk, and concluded the day's lesson, dismissing us without homework. "Andrea? I'd like to speak with you." Just when I thought he wasn't going to say anything and let me leave.
'Oh shit, I'm busted. He'll probably turn me in to McGonagall, and she'll yell and suspend my prefect privileges. Oh, and probably give me a month's worth of detentions with Filch, at that.' I thought to myself as I approached his desk, books in hand, with a heavy heart, wishing I could just be struck by lightning.
When I reached his desk, he started talking. "Could I see that picture again?" A strange mix of emotions took hold of his face, and I hoped anger wasn't one of them.
I didn't trust my voice, so I handed him my notebook. He opened it and stared at it for a moment more before he cleared his voice. "Well…this is very…detailed. I think you have some natural talent…with drawing, I mean." He stammered. I was confused. I had expected the yelling, or worse, the quiet anger and then McGonagall, but it wasn't there. Also, it was very unlike professor Lupin to stutter.
I looked at him questioningly before my mind processed everything. The main emotion on his face was foreign to me because I had never seen it before, other than in movies. It was lust. But he was trying to hide it, and I also saw some guilt and a bit of anger, though I knew it wasn't directed at me.
'I wonder…' I said to myself before subtly looking down to the part of my teacher's anatomy that he was inconspicuously trying to hide. I had to hold back a low noise that my throat was trying to make, almost between a purr and a growl, as I realized that Professor Lupin, the literal man of my dreams was hard. Very hard.
He started to say something else before I silenced him by sitting on his lap and kissing the hell out of him. After he got over the shock, he tried to shake his head and push me away, but I rocked my hips against the hardness I felt beneath his robes. With a low growl, his arms dropped and his head fell back. I tried it a few more times and the growling became almost constant. Before he had a chance to regain his wits, I took a risk, reaching my hand into his robes and fumbling for what I knew would be there. 'Aha!' I found it, and his growls turned to moans as I slowly stroked his hardness, which was a bit bigger than it was in my dreams. Even as he moaned, though, I could tell that, unless I took evasive measures, he may come to and stop me. I knew that this could be the only time I would be able to do this, so I wanted to make it good for him. I brought my other hand down and pushed his pants below his robe down a bit, exposing him. Gauging the look on his face, I slid down until I reached his newly exposed appendage. I slowly licked up his length, feeling more than a little awkward, but his shallow breath and little noises spurred me on. I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked just a little, tasting bitter. I might have stopped, but he gasped, and he seemed to like it so much. So I moved down a little, bit by bit, using my tongue, and sucking some more. His moans became a bit more desperate, so I moved faster, knowing what was about to happen.
But Lupin surprised me. He grabbed my face and pulled me off of him, and I managed to grab his member with my hand just before he came, spurting white everywhere. Then I realized that he had pulled me off for my sake, that he knew I had probably never done that before and didn't want to drown me…I pictured that and almost chuckled.
I reached for my wand and cleaned us both up, not wanting to have to explain that sort of stain to my fellow Gryffindors.
After we were clean, he lifted up his head, his eyes still slightly glazed over. His words shouldn't have surprised me as much as they did.
"You shouldn't have done that." His voice was hoarse and I was aware of the blood still rushing to the middle of my body, but I tried to ignore it.
"I know, I know. Your job, right? I could have gotten you into some serious trouble if anyone walked in on that. And I'm sorry." I was, stupidly, hoping he wouldn't care about that.
"I'm not talking about my job." Again, there was some anger there, but, again, I knew it wasn't directed at me.
"Well, if you're talking about statutory and the law, I AM a sixth year. And I'll be seventeen very soon." I was a bit confused; he should have known that, given he was my teacher.
"It's not that either, though I AM old enough to be your father."
"Yeah, if you were like fifteen or sixteen when you had me."
"It's not that…"
"Then, you didn't like it?" I had thought he did. Maybe he just acted like he did so I didn't feel bad.
"Of course I did; I'm a guy." He answered me, looking a bit worried about the moisture building in my eyes. "It's just…I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I'm trouble. I'm not good for anyone. If you had any sense of self-preservation, you would tell me to quit now and never look back. I would, if you told me to." His eyes almost seemed to beg me to banish him, but I wasn't going to.
"What if I don't care about that?" I stood up, gathered my things, gave my teacher a chaste kiss, and left.
Remus POV
I stared after her as she left, mentally berating myself for allowing that to happen. Then I looked back to my desk and realized that she had accidentally left her notebook. But when I realized what page it was still on, I wondered if it was truly an accident…
I felt just a bit awkward writing this (most likely because it's my first time, I guess); did it show? How can I avoid that? Is it always awkward your first time? I would be ever grateful if you would drop me a line, maybe answer some of these while you're at it ;).
