By the time Hermione was up the stairs and into Remus' room her heart rate and breathing had accelerated greatly causing her to wonder whether it was due to the quick pace she had been practically dragged up the stairs or due to the wash of want and need that was coursing through her body. Panting slightly she watched the werewolf close the door behind them and place numerous locking and silencing spells on the room. It was the very back of her subconscious which actually took time to look around the room and note the unique decor. It reminded her greatly of how his office once looked: random objects and detailed posters of creatures and all sorts. The books also were a main feature, stacked on the floor in different places and along the walls on shelves.
Remus turned and stared at her. His eyes were dark and stormy causing Hermione's breath to hitch in her throat.
"You're beautiful," he said taking one pace forward before stilling.
Hermione smiled, "thank you," she replied, her voice huskier than she expected.
"There's ways you could look better though," Remus said gazing at her. His face stayed indifferent as he took another pace forward.
Hermione looked back confused. Should she be insulted? "And how could I improve?" she asked.
Remus shrugged stepping forward again, "less clothing perhaps."
Hermione inhaled sharply. She could feel herself flush within. Her stomach tightening slightly at his words.
Taking her silence, Remus continued, "Maybe on me," he added taking one more step towards her. "Your legs wrapped round me." He took another step towards her, now standing only a few feet away.
Hermione longed for him to touch her, to close the gap. His words were making her heat up. Her insides fluttering as she took him in. Remus stayed looking at her, his hands came up to his shirt and began unbuttoning slowly.
She wanted to touch him. Reaching her arm out to him she was about to step forward, to reach him but he stopped her quickly, "no!" he snapped, "you need to watch, to see," his voice said softer.
Hermione nodded, her throat to dry to speak. Gazing at him intently Remus finished off unbuttoning his shirt before all in one removing his suit jacket and shirt, allowing them to fall heavily to the ground.
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in his topless body. Scanning over his chest she was horrified to see the deep scars covering his body. Some were large and long, stretching over his torso. While others were shorter but still had the same pale pink look showing them to be permanent marks on him.
Remus watched her intently, "you can leave if you want. I'd understand Hermione. I've come to terms with my body, but I know it can shock others," he shrugged his shoulders and grimaced slightly as if remembering a previous encounter.
Had someone seen him like this before and walked away? Hermione contemplated the idea of another woman being in her position. Having this extraordinary man want her but turning him down. How was that possible? "I want you," Hermione said strongly.
Remus smirked slightly but stepped forward, now making them inches away from touching. Bending his head towards her he whispered in her ear, "You could go downstairs now, pretend like nothing's happened," his breath hot against her skin. "Any guy down there would die to be with you," he added lazily.
Hermione shook her head slightly, panting at the intimacy before repeating, "I want you."
"Charlie, Bill, maybe even Fred or George," Remus listed and somehow Hermione was grateful he had left Ron's name out of it. That whole situation had been an accident waiting to happen.
Hermione swallowed before bringing herself together. Reaching her hands up, slowly at first but noticing he wasn't asking her to stop again, she wrapped them round his neck, "nah, I'm fine thanks. I need experience, and rough, animalistic passion."
Lowering his voice even further Remus hissed the next statement, "Sirius fits the bill."
Hermione smirked at him, as confident as he had been so far she knew he was genuinely giving her the chance to run. The chance to leave the poor broken scarred werewolf behind. "I've always found him a bit too ostentatious."
"Big words Miss Granger," Remus retorted, a smile playing on his lips. Reaching his hands up to her face he cupped her chin before placing a small kiss on her nose.
"I like big things Mr Lupin," Hermione replied breathily. Remus immediately felt the tension in his pants at her words. His shocked expression passed quickly and he was quick to let out a soft moan.
His hands traced her jaw line before finding their way to her intricate mask. Removing it he let it drop to the floor not taking his eyes off of her.
"So beautiful." He murmured gently before leaning forwards and pressing his lips to her. Hermione's heart leapt with excitement as the kiss quickly heated up, their mouths fitting perfectly together as their tongues delved into each other's.
They both tasted the sweet yet fiery taste of firewhiskey on each other's lips but didn't hesitate. Remus' hands skimmed down her body before settling on her hips, grasping tightly. Hermione could feel his fingers digging into her but it only spurred her on more. Her hands came up to his hair, winding through it before grabbing hold tightly causing him to moan slightly into her mouth.
After a little while longer, Remus broke away. They stared into each other's eyes, trying to regain their steady breathing. "Turn around," Remus whispered. Hermione didn't pause to think. She could feel the desire and strength in his tone so turned immediately, waiting excitedly for his next move.
Before long she felt a hand come up. His fingers danced lightly over the exposed skin on her shoulders and the top of her back. Trailing down they fell onto the top of her zip and ever so slowly Remus lowered it, the noise putting Hermione more and more on edge.
Once the dress was completely unzipped Remus let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. The dress that had been created to catch his attention now lay in a heap at her feet but Hermione didn't care. Her only focus was on him. The man who had captured her attention.
She stood now, in his room, with her grey suede heels and panties on. Her bra was non-existent as she had fitted the now removed dress with a corset. She shivered slightly at the loss of his touch before feeling him bending down behind her and helping her out of her shoes. This was all moving painfully slowly and Hermione could feel the tension burning inside her.
Once her shoes were off her feet and placed to one side Remus resumed his position behind her. "Reach up and put your arms around my neck," he ordered. Hermione did as she was requested and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had to lean back slightly but enjoyed the feeling of her back on his chest. Remus soon began a gentle assault on her with his lips. He kissed her hair, inhaling deeply, before lowering his lips to her neck that was free from hair as it was tied securely to the other side. He changed between light kisses and nibbles, up and down her neck and shoulder. Biting and sucking his way over her flesh as she groaned at the feeling.
Taking one of his hands he flattened it on her stomach, spreading his fingers out he covered most of the witches' abdomen. Hermione tried to make sense of what was happening and attempted in vain to stay coherent as the feel of his skin on hers and his mouth on her flesh made her go weak within.
"Please," she gasped immediately feeling his smile against her.
"What?" he asked innocently. "What do you want?"
"T-t-touch me," she stumbled blushing slightly.
"As you wish," Remus answered. Within seconds his hand slid further down, resting gently on the hemline of her underwear before slipping underneath the fine materiel. Hermione breathed in as Remus found his way swiftly to the spot which was already so sensitive from the build up of emotion in her.
Rubbing gently on her swollen bundle of nerves he enjoyed listening to the soft moans and mumbles that fell from her lips. After a little while more Remus moved his fingers further back and slowly entered two into her. Hermione instantly grasped hold of his hair moaning at the sudden intrusion. Remus began moving his fingers in and out, his palm rubbing against her sensitive clitoris sending fire through her belly.
Hermione could feel his erection through his trousers bumping against the small of her back and instinctively grinded back on him causing a groan to escape his playful lips. His fingers sped up causing her to grind further into him and within seconds Hermione had her first orgasm of the night. Waves of release came crashing through her and gripping her arms around his neck he supported her extra by placing both hands back onto her hip. She panted and sweated until able to speak once more.
"Thank you," she whispered unable to conjure up anything more to say. Remus turned the unsteady witch around and Hermione could see instantly the softer expression and gentler eyes. "Hi," she murmured, slightly giddy as she looked into her perfect face.
"Hey," Remus breathed easily back. "You okay?" Hermione nodded, biting her bottom lip slightly. He let out a deep throaty chuckle at her inability to speak and thanked himself that she was here in his room. "Now I think it's time we got down to some proper business don't you think miss granger?"
Hermione smiled weakly back, still recovering from her orgasm, "yes Professor, I think that's a great idea."
Remus bent down and scooped the light young woman into his arms without any trouble. Hermione could only gasp in awe as he carried her to the bed, laying her down and standing back from her. She looked quizzically at him stepping away before he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Undoing the belt on his trousers Hermione watched eagerly and wide-eyed as he lowered his black trousers letting his hardened member spring free.
"No boxers Remus?" Hermione said staring at his large erection. She had had sex before but never had she come across such a large man.
Remus growled playfully watching her stare before moving towards where she lay. Hermione had propped herself up on her elbows as she lay on the bed so saw Remus walk across to the foot of the bed where her feet rested. Closing her legs firmly together he grabbed hold of her underwear and giving her a wink slipped it down her legs before throwing it across the room. Hermione giggled but turned quickly to jelly as his eyes turned to hers, seeing the passion burn in them.
Remus separated her legs before kneeling in-between them. Leaning forwards he placed a hand on either side of her shoulders before leaning down and kissing her on the mouth. Hermione fell back onto the pillows as she kissed the man she wanted now more than anything. He kissed with as much patience as he could, the erection he now had was becoming harder and harder as he tried to control himself and look after her.
Leaving her lips Remus began placing delicate kisses down her throat until landing down at her breasts. Moving to one he placed a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently on it while one of his hands took a hold of the other free nipple and began rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before squeezing down. Hermione arched her back at the sensations and could feel the fire in her stomach growing once again. Gasping she grabbed his hair, running her fingers through it and noticing briefly how long she had waited to do that.
Once Remus was satisfied she was happy enough with his assault on her breasts he began kissing her again. Moving down to her navel he bit down slightly harder and felt her shudder beneath him. However, when he tried to move lower Hermione's voice halted him, "no!" she said. Looking up at her he raised his eyebrows awaiting an explanation. "I-I-well I..." she tried.
"Hermione, don't worry," he said kissing her again.
Yet once more Hermione stopped him. "No please," she said before adding, "I need you Remus, please. I want you in me. Now."
Remus smiled back at her, smiling gladly that he too no longer would have to wait. "Yes, ma'am." Kneeling up he placed his thumb onto her clit rubbing circularly as he entered two fingers into her. "You're so wet baby," he moaned closing his eyes as he pulled his fingers back out. Hermione blushed but couldn't help her involuntary ache she felt when his fingers and thumb removed themselves from him.
Opening his eyes Remus moved and positioned himself over her, "you sure?" he asked as he lined himself up at her entrance. Waiting for the one word to allow him to continue.
Leaning her head up to one of his ears Hermione whispered seductively, "yes." In that instance Remus thrusted forward, entering her tight body. It took all his strength to not collapse onto her as she moaned as he filled her inside. Waiting patiently until she was ready to move Remus watched her flawless face squeeze up as she adjusted herself beneath him.
Hermione was aware he had stilled and was grateful as she came to terms with his large member inside her. But her patience was getting thin and even as she tried to move under him he still stayed unmoving. "Fuck me," she whispered once more, moaning as she got the result she hoped for. Remus pulled almost completely out before thrusting deeply into her but instead of stopping this time he began thrusting in and out. Hermione had to try and control herself as she listened to the skin slapping against each other and his panting above her. Her arms came around him and without thinking she ran her nails down his back.
Remus let out an almost howl like answer as her nails dug into him. Her touch scorched him and he wanted more. Picking up the pace he thrusted hard and fast into her making a mental note that she was definitely enjoying it rough. Hermione gripped his hips as he pounded into her moaning as he filled her and stretched her.
"Beautiful. 'Mione. Mine," Remus panted.
It was then that Hermione felt the familiar tug in her stomach as heat washed over her bringing her into her second orgasm. His possessive words and tone had brought her over the edge and tensing around him Remus was soon to follow. Climaxing he shouted her name, emptying into her as he came.
"Remus, Remus, mmm," Hermione moaned as she spasmed and released settling back into the soft mattress and duvet.
Remus tried his best not to collapse onto her and rested on his elbows as he tried to regain his breathing and sense. "Merlin," he exclaimed breathlessly. "You're fantastic." Hermione grinned at him.
Rolling off of her Remus and Hermione both winced at the sudden loss but without hesitation found themselves wrapped together. Hermione laid her head on his chest and cuddled him as Remus held her to him tightly.
They lay silently, listening to each other's small sounds. It was Remus who was first to break it, "think we should head downstairs, rejoin everyone?" he suggested.
Hermione was glad the room was semi-dark as she scowled in the dark. "Yes, I suppose so," she said trying not to sound deflated at his quick rejection.
"Oh, okay," Remus replied. "I thought someone might notice us both gone. Wouldn't want to get you into trouble Hermione." Placing a kiss on her forehead he felt Hermione relax on him again.
Twisting her head Hermione looked him in the face, "do we have to go? I don't mind a little trouble."
Remus laughed before hugging her even tighter, "nah, they probably haven't even noticed we're gone." Kissing her on the lips he grinned foolishly, glad that he held her in her arms. "Oh, by the way," Remus began, thinking of something, "next time... I want to taste me."
Blushing Hermione thought over his words, "next time?" she grinned.
"Next time," Remus repeated as he wordlessly levitated a blanket over to them and settled it down, covering their glowing bodies.
Hermione closed her eyes, tired from the enjoyable exercise. Snuggling onto his chest she wrapped an arm over him hoping he wouldn't let her go and would keep his promise. "As long as I get to taste you," she whispered.
Remus had to hold down a cough and splutter. His eyes remained wide open for the next hour or two as the young witch fell asleep. His mind racing with thoughts to try and distract him from jumping up and taking the woman again. 'Oh yes,' he thought. 'Definitely next time.'