This practically wrote itself – I love writing fluffy Remus and Cassius scenes! :-)
First Christmas
"Happy Christmas." Cassius murmured into Remus's ear. His voice sent a slither of arousal down Remus's spine.
"Mm." Remus rolled over sleepily and cuddled closer to his mate. Cassius kissed down Remus's chest to his groin, licking over Remus's morning arousal. Remus threaded his hand through Cassius's smooth hair as his hips arched up to his mate's mouth. "Cass?"
"Wha?" Cassius asked, his mouth full.
"You don't…have…to….we can…have sex." Remus gasped out, warmth spreading down to his toes and up to his fingertips.
Cassius lifted his head and smiled. "This is just the warm-up, Remus."
"I just…we used to do this before we could have sex and I thought-" The words were rolling out of Remus's mouth without thought, drawn out by Cassius's fingers sliding over his skin.
"Sex just adds to the things we can do, silly werewolf wife of mine, it doesn't have to take anything away."
"Oh. All right." Remus felt his body get hotter as Cassius crawled up his body to kiss his mouth.
"May I continue, then?"
"Yes, please." Remus breathed against Cassius's lips.
"So glad to have your cooperation." Cassius drawled.
"And…" Remus grabbed at Cassius's shoulders.
"Yes?"
"You'll do the thing with your fingers, too?" Remus asked hopefully.
"Which thing would that be?"
"You know." Remus whispered, bending his knees to capture Cassius where he wanted him.
"When I do this?" Cassius's fingers slipped between Remus's legs. Remus couldn't answer. "Could I get some verbal confirmation that this is what you want?" Cassius grinned as his fingers slid in further.
"Ngh." Remus said, pulling Cassius in for a wet kiss, swallowing Cassius's laughter.
Remus was arching up, panting and incoherent when Cassius's fingers were replaced. Remus's eyes flew open and met green eyes just inches away from his face. Suddenly, Remus couldn't breathe as he realized for the millionth time since they had mated that Cassius was his, only his. Remus was the only one who could be joined with Cassius in this way, Cassius was his.
"Remus," Cassius rocked above him. "Breathe."
Remus's fingers clutched at Cassius's back as he took in a gasping breath, Cassius's scent made him dizzy. 'Mine!' The wolf howled triumphantly.
"Love you." He growled, as his orgasm hit, pulling Cassius closer. Cassius jerked and then collapsed on top of him.
Feeling warm and contented, not to mention sticky and sweaty, Remus nuzzled Cassius's neck.
"So…the warm-up…is that the same thing as foreplay?"
"Yeah." Cassius pressed a kiss against Remus's neck before shifting to lay his head on Remus's chest.
"So…what's the sex part called?" Remus relaxed his hold just a bit and allowed one hand to stroke up and down Cassius's back.
"Sex."
"It doesn't have a special name?"
"Sex is the special name. I suppose you could say making love or fucking or shagging or buggering or tossing the quaffle."
"What? Who says that last one?"
"Sixth and seventh year Ravenclaws, during Transfiguration class, when they're trying to make arrangements to have sex. It would be a handy euphemism for you to use since you don't like saying fuck."
"I am certainly not going to refer to sex as having anything to do with Quidditch, that's weird."
"You're going to say making love, aren't you."
"So what if I am?" Remus asked huffily.
"Doesn't matter to me, you can call it anything you like." Cassius's hand traced over a scar on Remus's ribs.
"I was just asking because before we just fooled around. And now all that's called foreplay because we can have sex now."
"You're really fixated on the fact we can have sex now, aren't you." Cassius said, his laughter tickling across Remus's chest.
"Well…it's a big thing."
"Thank you."
"What? Oh. No! I mean - yes, you are big, but I meant it's a big deal, it's special that we can have sex now."
"It is special." Cassius agreed. He lifted his face up and looked at Remus. "I love you. I'm glad you mated with me. I'm glad you married me."
"Me too." Remus kissed his husband, his mate, tenderly.
"Let's go open presents." Cassius jumped out of bed.
"And this is our first Christmas together." Remus said as he got out of bed much more slowly.
"We were together for Christmas last year." Cassius said as he did a quick cleaning spell on both of them.
"Our first Christmas as a married couple." Remus said as he pulled on his pajamas
"That's special, too?" Cassius asked as he pulled his pajama pants on.
"Yes, of course it is!"
"Because we can have sex." Cassius said slowly.
"No, because we're married!"
"Right." Cassius said, with a slight shake of his head as he headed down the stairs.
"Just…it's special. We made a commitment." Remus said as he walked down the stairs behind his mate.
"I said right!"
"I know, but you didn't mean it."
"I meant it."
"Being married is a big deal."
"Not because of the sex."
"No, because you can have sex without being married – you had sex all the time before you married me."
"All the time? I spent the last two years 'fooling around' with you – which did not include sex!"
"Well…before that you had sex all the time."
"Riiiight. Hardly had time for school, eating or anything else except fucking."
"Oh…just…" Remus shook his head, he couldn't articulate what he felt. "It's just special."
"So…it's special that we're married and it's special that we have sex but they're special for completely separate reasons."
"Yes." Remus said firmly.
"Is this something that I'll understand when I get to be your age because I'm very confused right now."
"Maybe." Remus smiled. "It might help to have some gray hair too." He brushed his hand through his hair self-consciously. At twenty five, he only had a few streaks of gray now but werewolves were usually totally gray by their early forties.
"Really? I'll never understand it then." Cassius sat down on the floor next to the Christmas tree. There was a small pile of presents underneath.
"Why?" Remus asked as he looked down at his mate.
"Because my hair will just stay the same color."
"Really?"
"Great-Grandfather was one hundred twenty three years and Grandfather was eighty seven when they died in that potions accident and their hair had never changed. Father's hasn't changed either and he's…fifty nine."
"Huh." Remus said thoughtfully, lowering himself to straddle Cassius's hips. Cassius rubbed his nose against Remus's as they cuddled in front of the fire, next to the Christmas tree. Remus sighed happily.
"I don't know if you've really noticed but I do have white hair, so I've looked old since I was a baby."
"It's more silvery." Remus said, his fingers tangled in the hair in question. "And…what's that supposed to mean?"
"Just checking to see if you were listening, your eyes were glazed over." Cassius smirked.
"They were not!" Remus protested, even though he knew it was probably true. Moody had, on more than one occasion, teased Remus about making gooey eyes at Cassius.
"They were." Cassius pulled Remus closer to him so that their hips met. "Remus."
"Yes?" Remus slid his hands up Cassius's scarred back, feeling the warm skin clench under his hands.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"We have to fuck quick because I want to open my presents." Cassius's hands slipped under Remus's shirt.
"Oh, no. I'm opening my presents now, you'll have to wait to make love to me." Remus pushed himself off Cassius's lap but he didn't get to open any presents for another hour.
