Author's note: Sorry about the delay. I have the outline to this story done, it's just a matter of 'fleshing it out' and making it work in a way that makes me happy. I wasn't sure how I was going to end things with Remus and I wanted to make sure that it was good before posting this chapter. The next few chapters will be transitional for everyone, because we all know some big events happen for all involved, but it won't be too long before Jeannie's back in action and setting her sights on another Marauder. Please let me know what you think. I love reviews!
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P.S. I own nothing, anything recognizable belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling.
Chapter 4: Fantastic Weekend
The first thing Remus noticed when he woke up the next morning was that the sun was already high, telling him that he had slept later than usual. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. The third thing he noticed was the smell of sex. Neither he nor Jeannie had bothered showering before going to bed last night and he could still smell her on him, and him on her. The lady in question was still fast asleep and Remus couldn't blame her. She'd had a long day, then a long night even before seducing him. Remus mentally snorted at that. She seduced me, he thought. And she knew about me. And she didn't care. Hmm.
He really hadn't had time the night before to analyze the situation, what with being sucked off and all, but now in the light of day he could see things a bit clearer. Actually, scratch that - it didn't make any more sense to him now than it had last night. Was he simply a warm body in the right place at the right time for her? Was she actually attracted to him at all, or was he just the best option she could find? He supposed that his friends in school had been right when they said he could be worse than a girl in these situations. Remus knew he tended to over-think everything, especially when it came to things he didn't fully understand - like young, beautiful women wanting him. He couldn't remember the last time any girl had been so assertive with him. Oh, that's right, it had never happened before. He had always been the proactive one in the few relationships that he'd had.
Not that he would mind all that much if she had simply used him, of course. He was a man (most of the time), and it had been the best sex of his life. Something about Jeannie had brought out the wolf - just a bit of him - and she hadn't seemed frightened at all. In fact, she'd encouraged it, asking him to growl at her. He'd never felt that free before, always knowing that he had to hide his true nature from his partners if he didn't want them running away or hexing him. Life was unfair for a werewolf, but he was used to that, and if Jeannie simply wanted to have a bit of fun with him, well, they were both adults. He was sure he could handle it.
Remus was brought out of his mental merry-go-round by a movement on the bed. Jeannie had woken up and was looking at him. He smiled at her and she returned it.
"Is the ceiling particularly fascinating this morning?" she asked, and he looked at her questioningly. "You seem to be studying it pretty hard."
"No, same old ceiling, just different circumstances," he replied. "You see, this ceiling has never seen this bed occupied by two people. At least, not while I've been in residence."
"Ah - you're not complaining are you?" she asked, tracing a few scars on his chest suggestively.
"Definitely not," Remus said, enjoying her touch, "but if we want breakfast, we might want to get out of bed soon."
Jeannie flopped back down on the bed and hid her head under a pillow. Remus heard her groan, than a muffled voice said, "You go to breakfast, I just want a cup of coffee and a shower."
Remus rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He gently removed the pillow from Jeannie's face and looked down at her. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and her long dark hair was all over the place. "If you want to sleep some more, that's fine, just call for a house-elf when you're ready. I have to at least make an appearance around the school before you make good on your promise," he said, raising an eyebrow at her and grinning.
"What promise?" she asked.
"You said last night that if I put you in my bed, you would put me back inside you. That was the deal. Remember?" he said, running his fingers along any exposed flesh of hers he could find. "Now, unless we had sex again last night in our sleep... " he trailed off. Remus had never been this bold with a girl before, but there was something about Jeannie that seemed to make it okay.
"Mmm, that's right - I did say that, didn't I?" she said, arching into his touch. She bit her lip and looked at him "You better go make your appearance then, because I'm only here for the weekend and I intend to make the most of it."
Remus' fingers paused momentarily in their exploration, then resumed. At least now he had his answer, he had a weekend. He could live with that. Flashing her a quick grin and swooping down for a kiss, he got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom for a shower.
"Remus?" she called, just before he got the bathroom door. He turned back to her. "Are you okay with that? I mean - with this just being a one-weekend thing?" she asked, biting her lip as if she hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. He walked back towards the bed, completely uncaring that he was stark naked, and enjoying the way that her eyes roamed his body. There was no disgust in her gaze, like some others he had known, just appreciation of the male form. When he got to the bed, he braced his arms on the edge and leaned over her.
"I don't know much about you, Jeannie, but I know enough to know that you are a one-of-a-kind woman. I have never met anyone like you and probably never will. I am perfectly happy to bask in your presence as long as you will let me and if that means that I have a weekend, then that's what it means. And yes, I'm okay with that," he told her, watching her face carefully. Her eyes widened slightly, but she smiled at him, and he knew that he hadn't scared her off. He smiled back and stole another kiss before heading back to his original destination.
"Oh, Remus," her voice stopped him again. He turned and raised an eyebrow at her. "Before you make your 'appearance', you may want to cover up that hickey on your neck," she said, laughing at him as his jaw dropped and he hurried to the bathroom mirror to see if she was lying.
"Jeannie!" he whined at her, making her laugh even harder.
All-in-all it was a fantastic weekend. They did have a fair amount of sex, of course, but they spent just as much time talking. It was clear to Remus why Jeannie had been placed in Ravenclaw. She had a quick intelligence and a sharp wit - both of Rowena Ravenclaw's most treasured traits, and Remus genuinely enjoyed her company. He had a feeling he was going to be a bit lonely when she left, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Here he was, a man in his early thirties, hanging on every word that came from the mouth of a girl of maybe twenty. Perhaps it was best if this was just a one-time thing. Remus knew himself well enough to know how easy it was for him to get attached to someone who accepted the wolf. He hadn't met anyone like that since school, and look how that had ended. He simply couldn't afford to get attached.
When Sunday evening came, Jeannie packed her things while Remus did his usual school duties. When she finished, she went back to Remus' rooms to say goodbye. She found him in the living room, sitting on the sofa. Leaning against the door-frame, she took a minute to memorize his features as he marked his place, set his book aside and looked up at her. She smiled at him and he returned it.
"Are you leaving now?" he asked her.
She nodded. "Dumbledore's letting me use his floo so I can go straight home. He didn't want me traveling at this time of night," Jeannie answered, knowing that Remus would understand what she wasn't saying - namely, that Dumbledore didn't want her to risk running into the madman Sirius Black. She had asked Remus if he knew anything about Black because all she had heard was that he was insane, but Remus had deflected the question - and had looked so uncomfortable with the subject - that she hadn't tried again. She figured there was a good reason why he didn't want to talk about it, and that was his business, so she left it alone.
Remus pursed his lips and nodded, then smiled at her. "I've enjoyed having you here," he said.
"I know you have," Jeannie replied with a dirty grin. "I made damn sure of it."
He laughed. "Yes, you did. I just hope you got some pleasure out of it as well - I'd hate to think that I took advantage of you."
"Hey - I jumped you, remember? And I wouldn't have stayed if I wasn't having a good time," she said, walking over to the sofa and straddling his lap. Remus moved to make them both comfortable and took a long, deep breath. "Are you smelling me, Lupin?" she asked, her voice husky and teasing. He mumbled an affirmative. "Just how much can you smell?" she asked, pulling back just a bit. "No - really, I'm curious," she said when he looked slightly embarrassed.
"Well, um," he started, a bit uncomfortable. "I can smell moods, emotions - particularly strong ones like fear or arousal, but I can also smell you. Not just your shampoo or lotion or what you had for dinner, but something that is uniquely you - I'm not sure I can really explain that," he said as she cocked her head to the side as if trying to understand. "You're not going to run from me now, are you?" he asked, jokingly.
Jeannie chuckled and started kissing his neck. "Not a chance," she said. "What time is it?" she asked, nibbling on his earlobe.
Remus groaned and looked at the clock on the mantle over his fireplace. "Nine-thirty," he said, his voice getting rough. "When is Dumbledore expecting you? "
"Ten"
"Thank Merlin," he said, his hands going to her ass as she began to move against him, grinding her hips into his. "Oh, Jeannie," he groaned. Sliding his hands up and under her sweater, his fingers found her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. Rolling and tweaking her nipples, he gently pulled on her piercings, knowing she liked that. She moaned and ground down on him harder, then leaned back and stripped off the sweater. Remus growled and immediately took a nipple in his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer.
Suddenly she let go of his hair and stood. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and bringing him with her, "one more time." Jeannie walked backwards around to the back of the sofa and leaned against it, Remus followed. "Bend me over the couch and fuck me," she said urgently, shivering as this earned her a growl. One of his hands shot out to grab the back of her head and he brought her in for a searing kiss. His other hand began undoing her jeans. He popped the button and lowered the zipper, then slipped his hand inside to see how wet she was. Her hands were busy undoing the buttons of his shirt in record time. Remus slid two fingers into her, swallowing her moan.
"You want to know what I can smell?" he asked her, breaking their kiss. She nodded. His nostrils flared. "I can smell your pussy. I can smell how wet you are. Gods, Jeannie, you're gagging for it - aren't you?" His voice was strained. She nodded again.
"Fuck me, Remus. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now," she ordered, going for his pants. Once undone, she removed his hand from her jeans and simply pulled them down, taking her panties with them, then turned around and braced herself on the back of the couch. She turned her head and looked at him challengingly.
"Come on."
Remus ran a hand down her back as he positioned himself at her entrance. Once in place, he grabbed her hips and surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out and he began pounding. They both knew they didn't have much time. The room was filled with moans and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Remus was delirious with pleasure, but he needed her to come with him, so he slipped a hand around to rub her clit while taking her even harder. She cried out again and bucked her hips. He draped himself over her back and growled in her ear "Come, Jeannie," and that was all it took. Her whole body seized up, every muscle clenched and she screamed. Her pussy tightened like a vice around him and he couldn't have held back if his life depended on it. He shouted as he bucked violently and spurted inside her, her body's contractions milking him.
They stayed that way for a minute while they got their breathing under control, then Remus raised himself up off her back and pulled out of her, enjoying the way her body grabbed at him as if it didn't want him to go. He pulled his pants up and buttoned them, then gently pulled Jeannie's upper body against his and ran his mouth along her shoulder and neck. She turned her head and they kissed again, then she pulled away so she could pull her pants up. She was completely unprepared for the sound of Remus suddenly giggling behind her. Jeannie lifted her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. His laughter just got worse.
"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly. "I really am - its just that this," he gestured between them, "does not happen to me. Ever. In fact I'm not quite sure that I haven't dreamt it all up. If it weren't for the fact that everything smells like you - including me - oh shit!" he said suddenly, looking over her shoulder. "It's five-to-ten. You have to go. You can floo from here, if you like."
Jeannie hurriedly finished doing up her jeans, then moved to Remus' fireplace, finding her sweater and throwing it on. "It's alright, I sent all my stuff before I came here, I'll just floo straight to his office," she said, turning to Remus and smiling at him. They looked at each other for a moment, then she leaned up and kissed him softly. "Bye," she whispered, and in a whoosh of green flame, she was gone.
Author's note: Well, that ended with a bang. Literally. I hadn't originally planned it that way, but it was the only scenario that seemed to fit well, so that's what's written. Please review.
P.S. I'm making Jeannie and Tonks the same age, which is about thirteen years younger than Remus and Sirius.
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