Chapter 10

A/N: This chapter contains sex. Because I wanted to write a sex scene and Movie!Remus looked like he needed to get laid! Moony, this is my gift to you! Enjoy.

His hand began to move up and down my back again, and I traced the movement with my mind. I moved my hand to his cheek and turned his face to me and looked into his eyes. My gaze drifted down to his lips and I licked my own. He slowly moved towards me and I turned my face up to allow him access as his lips met mine. My hand drifted around to tangle in the hairs at the back of his neck and he began to move his lips against mine. I felt him lick my bottom lip and I opened immediately for him. His tongue slipped into my mouth to be met by mine. His hand ran down my back and tugged me closer as my tongue danced with his. I felt myself being lowered to the couch, never breaking the kiss. His lips moved off of mine and he trailed a line of gentle kisses across my jaw and down my throat, before coming back up to take my lips again. I wrapped my legs around him and held him close, feeling him bulging against my thigh, his lips on mine, his hand running up and down my side. The hand that then travelled up, brushing the side of my breast on the way to burying itself in my hair. He pulled back and looked at me.

"Are you sure you want this, Ashe?" I nodded, incapable of words at that point. His lips crashed back down onto mine and as his tongue took my mouth I ran my hands down his chest and tugged his cardigan up. We broke the kiss just long enough to pull the garment over his head and then he took my lips again. He plundered my mouth, thrusting his tongue and his hand ran back down my neck, over my breast and to the hem of my shirt. I gasped as I felt his hand come into contact with the flesh of my stomach and then travel up, up under the shirt and under my bra. His hand cupped my breast, kneading, squeezing and his thumb brushed over my nipple. I broke the kiss with a gasp and arched into his hand. His mouth moved to my throat and I heard him murmur against my skin.

"Bed, now." He stood and helped me off the couch, taking my hand and leading me to a door off to the side of the sitting room. The door opened to a sparse bedroom, with only a chest of drawers, an armoire and the bed in the room. The bed was a queen sized four-poster, with midnight blue curtains and white linen. He pulled me back into his arms and took my lips again in another searing kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved away from my mouth, once again trailing kisses down my throat. He broke the kiss only long enough to pull my shirt over my head and then his lips were on mine again, as his hands reached around my back to unclip my bra. It slid off of my arms and to the floor; his hands came around to cup my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He lent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth and I cried out, burying my hands in his hair as he palmed the other. I moaned as he shifted to the other breast, jerking my body flush against his, his hands spread across my back. I pulled him back up for another kiss as I set about unfastening his shirt. One by one I eased the buttons open; inch by inch his skin was revealed to my hands. I saw the scars, my fingers traced the lines they made across his chest and my lips trailed down his neck, following the path taken by my fingers. I ran my hands back up the contours of his chest, brushing his nipples as my fingers passed them and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. I sunk to my knees and pulled the shirt down with me as I moved to deal with his trousers. I unbuttoned them and then pulled down the zipper. They dropped to the floor and I reached down to remove his shoes and socks. As he kicked off the last shoe, I ran my hands back up his legs to his hips. I looked him in the eye as I pulled down his boxer shorts.

He reached down and hauled me to my feet as they fell to the floor. I could feel his arousal against my hip, now freed of his clothing it jutted out towards me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him; I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and ran the other hand down his chest, over his stomach all the way to wrap my hand around his erection. He gasped as my hand closed around him, gripping my hips and burying his head in my neck. I slowly moved my hand up and down, kissing his neck and listening to his breath hot and heavy on my shoulder. He grabbed my hand to stop my movements, before spinning me around and pulling my back against his chest. He made quick work of my skirt and knickers, and then his hand slipped between my legs. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, teasing and flicking. He moved his hand further, pushing his finger inside of me, pumping and circling my clit with his thumb. I rolled my head back onto his shoulder, moaning as his lips attached themselves to my neck. His other hand came around and squeezed my breast, as he tongued my throat. He spun me around gently again and lifted me onto the bed. Covering my body with his, he kissed his way up my body and I wrapped my legs around his waist again. He stopped and looked me in the eye.

"Ashe?"

"Please."

He reached down and guided the head of his penis to my opening, pushing forward and entering me with one thrust. My head fell back onto the pillow with a moan as his eyes squeezed shut and his head drifted down onto my shoulder. I kissed his temple and stroked his back with my free hand, my other hand wrapped around his bicep, straining with the effort of holding his weight. His ragged breath rushed over my neck and my hand drifted down further to squeeze his buttock, urging him to move. He laid an open mouthed kiss on my neck as he pulled out and pushed back in. His thrusts were slow and teasing and a sigh escaped my mouth. He lent down and kissed my temple, my eyelids and then he took my lips again, his tongue mimicking the movement of his hips. I hooked my ankles together behind his back and met his movements, thrust for thrust. Slowly his tempo increased as his forehead rested on my shoulder and his hands grasped my hips. I began to feel the tingle in my legs and lower back, the sensations taking over my brain. His arms lifted me off the mattress and held me tight to his body even as he thrust faster and harder. The tingle turned into a burn and my breath came out in short sharp gusts, torn from my lungs in time with his thrusts, harder and deeper. My body began to burn and shake and I hung onto his shoulders as his breath began to rasp, becoming gasps and groans. He tensed in my arms, the muscles in his back straining and coiling, his face contorted with pleasured pain and I shook violently as the sensations over took me. With a cry, the tension in my body released, just as I felt him pulse inside me, warm jets splashing into my cervix. The tension in his muscles relaxed and his head fell back down onto my chest, his breath tearing from his lungs with the exertion. I stroked his hair off his face as he raised his eyes to mine.

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