Hiya all! Just a little note for those who are interested. Moody got the information last chapter from his informant, told the Order then Peter let the DE know what was happening so they could set up the trap. Sorry but I couldn't make that clear within the storyline. Any little Peter betrayal bits are going to be pretty much purely for you guys so you can see the little things he did (and how bloody sneaky he was doing it). He isn't outed during this time. No one suspects him. Little bastard!

Dedication: For DragonDiwithout whom this fic would be sitting at the bottom of that big cyberspace rubbish bin, and for talking me off the ledge yet again. Love ya!

WARNING: PURE SMUT. Little to no plot enhancement. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If it were mine, it wouldn't be Kate with Remus in this chapter. Lucky cow! (sulks).

Chapter Thirteen

'Does that hurt?'

'Mmm, a little.'

'Tell me if I'm doing it too hard.'

'I…will…ow!'

Remus made a soft hissing noise and winced, dipping his fingers in the green ointment and applying it a little more gingerly to her shoulder as he mumbled, 'Sorry, sweetheart.'

Kate shook her head, dismissing his apology. She sucked in a breath and held it as his fingers rubbed the thick, cold cream gently into the bruised skin. She'd insisted on fixing his minor wounds first then Remus had repaired her broken clavicle, healed the cuts on her shoulder and her arm before they showered. He was now trying to take some of the ache and stiffness out of the deep, already dark bruising that was spreading across her skin.

Even after a few months together, she felt a little uneasy with his attentions. She still wasn't accustomed to having someone around to heal her cuts and bruises in such a…tender fashion and she wasn't yet sure if it was something she should get used to.

No matter how much I might want to.

But for now…his fingers felt so very good against her skin and he smelled incredible after his shower so she brushed aside her concerns yet again, figuring there would be plenty of time tomorrow to wonder what the hell she was going to do about all of this.

'That's feeling better,' she murmured, letting her breath out in a rush and rolling her shoulder experimentally, pleased that the dull, throbbing pain had eased with the use of the numbing ointment. 'That should be enough now.'

Remus smiled, stroking his index finger along the curve of the newly healed bone before tugging her shirt back into place. 'Are you sure you don't have any more aches and pains that need attention?' he asked mischievously and Kate grinned.

'Plenty,' she teased, a tingling spreading over her skin as he smiled at her. 'But I want to retain sensation in those particular areas - those fingers aren't going anywhere near me until you wash that cream off.'

He laughed and quickly left to wash his hands thoroughly before heading back to his bedroom, pausing in the doorway to stare at Kate. She was lounging on the bed, eyes closed, wearing only a half buttoned shirt of his and knickers. Her short blonde curls, still damp from her shower, hung ringlets around her face. He smiled; she was the most exciting, sexy, intelligent woman he'd ever met and if he lost her…

Remus' brow creased, the smile dropping off his face. That curse that hit her today…if it had been a little lower; if it hadn't rebounded off the bone…

Stop it.

He tried not to let himself think about what could happen to her when she went on missions - after his own experiences, particularly today, he had first hand knowledge of exactly what she went though and was even more terrified; she'd had too many close calls for his liking.

Over the months that they'd been conducting their covert relationship, it had become abundantly clear to him that he was madly, wholly, irrefutably in love with Kate but he had resisted the urge to tell her, fearing she'd pull away from him.

It was the only thing he held back - revelling in being able to freely talk about himself and his lycanthropy for the first time and know that she wasn't going to judge him. She was interested in his condition, his friends, his hobbies, his aspirations...she treated him as an equal, but not yet as a partner; something that irritated Remus as she deflected most of his attempts to learn more about her.

Even after she'd agreed to 'date' him (although they had yet to go out on one date), it had taken nearly all of these last thirteen weeks to get her to start to disclose any personal information, the first tidbit since she'd mentioned her father many months earlier, had slipped out a few nights ago when she'd asked to borrow his copy of 'Romeo and Juliet' to read.

'I love this play,' she told him when he reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed the hard cover book for her. 'My mum's a Muggle and a Shakespeare fiend. 'Romeo and Juliet' is my favourite.'

'I never took you for a romantic,' he teased, pleased she was letting some personal information slip.

'It has its place,' she said after a brief pause in which she seemed to realise she'd said more than she'd intended. 'In fairy tales.'

He rolled her over onto her back and held himself over her, not content to let this drop. 'You don't believe in romance?' he asked and she smiled.

'Such notions are for ingenuous children and Muggle movies, Remus,' she told him. 'Romance is sadly lacking in the real world. When did you last recite sonnets to a woman while you had her bent over the kitchen table?'

He grinned, fondly recalling their activities of the previous night. 'You want poetry, Katie? You want me to recite some Shakespeare to you while my mouth is working its way up your thigh?'

Kate chuckled and shook her head. 'I don't need poetry to get in the mood, Remus…'

'Maybe not,' he said, thinking. 'But poetry and verse is what you shall get, my lady. Let me think… somehow I don't think "Frailty, thy name is woman" will go down well…'

'Damn right,' she said, twisting until he fell onto his back and she swiftly straddled him. 'Do I seem frail or weak in mind or body to you?'

'Hell, no,' he murmured, appreciatively eyeing off her breasts. 'You do like getting overpowered occasionally, though.'

'Rubbish,' she said then let out a yelp of surprise when he grabbed her around the waist and threw her back down onto the bed, taking up his previous position over her.

'"The lady doth protest too much, methinks",' he teased and she grinned.

'Even with my stunted romantic perceptions, this is hardly the stuff romance novels are made of, Remus,' she retorted.

'True,' he agreed, kissing her gently. 'How about…'"My heart is ever at your service."'

'Nice but not exactly poetic,' she said, closing her eyes as his mouth began to travel along the delicate chord of her neck.

'Lady you bereft me of all words. Only my blood speaks to you in my veins",' he quoted making her giggle softly.

'Mmm, better,' she whispered as his lips trailed hot, open mouth kisses down her sternum to her navel.

Remus chuckled, running his hands up her legs and gently easing them apart.

He bit her inside thigh and said softly, '"Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, I never saw true beauty 'till this night."'

Her body tensed a little and he glanced up, wondering if he'd pushed his luck and revealed too much about how he felt. Kate was biting her lip and staring at him quizzically.

She opened her mouth then closed it before she smiled tentatively and said lightly, 'Are you lost down there? Do you need some help finding your way?'

Remus sighed quietly in relief that she hadn't pushed him away, then reached up and took her hand, bringing it down between her legs and draping her fingers over her slick sex.

'Show me the way,' he said with quiet intensity and with a wicked, wicked smile that made his whole body prickle, she did.

'You going to stand there all night?' Kate asked now, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him, her (his) shirt gaping open, creamy skin and plump breasts partially uncovered for his eyes to feast upon.

His body reacted, swiftly and urgently. This was no mere attraction; this was elemental, chemical; this was primal and wild, and he could no more have stopped it than he could prevent the full moon coming each month. Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him and tapped it with his wand to lock it.

Pausing at the bottom of the bed, he pulled off his shirt, then his pants and boxers as one. He stood there, as still as a statue, watching Kate's eyes move hungrily over him and he felt heat and tightness building low in his belly. His cock was already dark and engorged just from her scorching gaze and he could see her nipples peaking, thrusting insistently at the thin material of the shirt. They were both ready - and they had done little more than glance at each other.

'How do you do this to me?' she murmured, shifting to her knees to meet him as he crawled across the bed to her.

Remus' fingers traced the edge of each lapel, seeing her flesh pucker from the light touch and felt a sense of satisfaction that he made her as crazy with need as she made him.

'Same way you do it to me,' he said softly, fingers releasing the buttons from their holds.

Her hands moved to help him but he batted them away gently, finishing his task then flattening a hand against her abdomen, sliding it slowly up the mid line of her body - over her stomach, her ribs, between her breasts, around to the nape of her neck, eyes following its leisurely progress. He grasped a handful of the shirt collar and drew it downwards, letting it drop onto the mattress.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a covetous smile as his eyes committed each inch of flesh to memory again, his mind adapting already held images to include the new scars and marks that today's excursion had left on her skin. Each time he saw her, it felt like the first time: the sense of wonder, anticipation still so very fresh; the desire to explore and conquer, to claim her and make her his own still as powerful as if they hadn't made love many, many times before.

'You are glorious.'

Her chest rose and fell faster, breasts heaving as illustrated so often in those bodice ripping romance novels that Lily Potter adored, but Remus realised as his heart jack hammered and his insides twisted into knots, that the actual sight, the very non-fictional effect of that tremulous movement of a woman's chest, was so very ineffectually described in the trashy books.

Palms cupped each breast, weighing them, feeling them tighten in the cradle of his hands as her nipples hardened even further, inviting his touch, begging for his touch. Thumbs ghosted over the hardened buds and Kate moaned, eyes closing, teeth biting down on that lush bottom lip. Remus kneaded her breasts lightly, pushing them together then lowering his head to nuzzle his face in the mounds for a moment before drawing both nipples into his wet, warm mouth.

'Oh!'

The noise slipped involuntarily from her lips, as did the molten liquid that he could smell trickling from her core. He could feel her melting and was planning to draw out this delicious torture until she puddled in his hands.

He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and was surprised when in a very short time, he heard her familiar, climactic cry and felt the shudders that rocked her body.

'Shit,' she breathed and he released her nipples, blowing air over the moist nubs and making Kate gasp again before he raised his head with a slightly smug smile.

'How do you do that?' she asked incredulously, voice husky and breath coming in uneven rhythm as she tried to regain a little control after the unexpected orgasm.

'Had a good teacher,' he told her, holding her shoulders firmly and pushing her slowly until her back was pressed against the mattress. 'And it helps to have a very responsive partner.'

He smiled as he pulled down her underwear then he shifted between her thighs, lifting her legs and resting her ankles on his shoulders. He looked down at her, eyes darkening in anticipation as he drank her in, his expression reverent as if he was looking upon a work of art, as if he'd finally found what he'd been craving all his life.

Kate had never been particularly self conscious; she worked hard to keep herself fit and was proud of her body but the way he looked at her, with such passion in his face, made her skin flush and her breath hitch.

A finger stroked and her long drawn out sigh filled the air.

'I can't stop wanting you, Katie,' he whispered, easing the finger between her soft folds, swirling it in the moisture he found there, making her buck up. 'You're always there…in my head…always.'

He leaned over and kissed her stomach, moving his lips back and forth, brushing them down, down, down, his breath teased her throbbing clit. She was already shaking and muttering something incomprehensible, but something that was, unmistakeably, a plea.

'I love how you are always so ready for me,' he said, knowing she was beyond listening to him but also knowing that somehow the words would make their way to her and, as she tensed, curling her toes, he knew she'd heard him.

The first stroke of his tongue was blessed relief and excruciating agony all rolled into one for the both of them. Her needy sex pulsed under his mouth, life itself on his tongue and he moaned in ecstasy, hastening his firm strokes, meeting her need without knowing how he knew how to do it.

She tasted exactly like he imagined nirvana would if it could be reduced to a liquid form and as she arched up, he gave the first indication that his control was fraying, fingers digging hard into her hips as he fought his own need to make her his. He moaned again, the vibrations against her clit making her scream out loud as she was thrown head first into the maelstrom.

As the crashing waves of pleasure ebbed, his mouth trailed up the same midline path that his hand had travelled earlier, kissing her with musky flavoured lips as the head of his now weeping cock pierced her, stretching her swollen flesh exquisitely as he claimed her. No one else fit like he did, he was made to be here.

'Look at me, Kate.'

She did, opening her eyes and as he fell into the cerulean blue, he realised for the first time that even though he'd been pleasuring her, he had never been in command. He was under her spell, she controlled him completely and even more startling was the fact that he didn't care.

He withdrew then plunged and she moaned, hips rising to meet his every thrust, welcoming him. Driving deep into her, his long, smooth strokes soon lost their restrained pace and, as she murmured, 'Harder' and clutched at his shaking arms, he gave over the last pretence that he had ever been in control of this and let her stake her claim on him. He pumped hard and fast, shifting so he could hold her hips at an angle that allowed his cock to hit that elusive spot inside her that he knew would send her soaring with him.

Kate's legs tightened around his shoulders and she urged him on, her voice an audible fuck as she begged, 'More, yes, harder, faster…please, Remus,' until with a savage, carnal thrust from him, she shattered for the third time, the powerful tremors of her body sending Remus tumbling over the edge and he was falling, his world exploding as he released himself inside her and whispered her name like a benediction - over and over until nothing else existed but Kate.

All quotes in italicised section belong to William Shakespeare.

I have gone through this so many bloody times that reading the phone book is a more erotic prospect right now. Please let me know if it was in the least bit sexy. Review?