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My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should have worshiped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My Church offers no absolutes.
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
Hozier, 'Take Me To Church'
It had begun to pour, with the wind howling and rain blowing in all around them, soaking them through, but they hardly noticed. Hermione felt a joy and pleasure that was indescribable. She had climbed the tower looking for solace from the night sky, for some privacy in her grief. When she saw him return, her heart found a joy she thought had been forever banished. She kissed him and rejoiced like a prisoner being granted a reprieve.
"What about McGonagall? She'll get rid of us both if she finds out," said Hermione, worry and anxiety clear in her voice.
"Then we won't let her find out," he said, looking deep into her lovely eyes, sounding so sure. "I love you, I won't let anyone take that from me. I want you as my own, forever," he promised, clutching her dearly.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, for she felt the same. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. He began kissing her again and she melted under his rapturous touch, feeling herself being swept away by the pleasure. They both seemed to want the same thing but we're too shy to come right out and say it, so Remus found a bit of courage and offered her his hand and said, "Come with me."
She gladly took it as he led her out of the tower and back through the castle. Sneaking about after what had happened with McGonagall, Hermione should have felt nervous, but she didn't. She was with a Marauder after all, and she knew they wouldn't get caught. He held her hand as they walked in silence and he led her through many an unfamiliar passage until they finally reached his rooms.
Once inside in private quarters, with the door sealed and warded, he suddenly felt his nerves take hold.
"Would you care for some tea?", he kindly asked, looking for something to do to ease the sudden tension.
"Yes, please," she answered softly.
"It'll just take a moment, make your yourself at home," he said, disappearing into his kitchen.
She looked around and took in his beautiful quarters. It was tidy and organized, sweet and comforting, just like Remus himself. There was a sitting room, with a worn leather sofa, a fireplace flanked with full bookshelves, a sitting chair and desk. Off to the right was a small kitchen where Remus was busy making tea, and to the left was his bathroom and bedroom.
"You're soaked," he said, walking up behind her, setting down the tea tray as she examined his many books.
He cast a drying charm on them both, the magic washing over her, flushing and tingling her skin with much appreciated warmth. He then bent down to gently kiss the back of her neck, nuzzling her sweet curls, his warm breath gracing her skin, causing her to sigh with pleasure as she leaned back against him. He ensnared her in his capable arms and held her tight, his body molding perfectly to her own, their breath and heart beats matching one another's.
She tilted her head back against his firm chest, she felt positively dizzy with delight. Laying against him, she could feel his heart beating through his chest and knew he was just as excited and nervous as she was.
She turned to face him and gave him a small smile, feeling nerves rise in her chest. Her eyes swept over his face, taking in his beautiful eyes, his kind smile, his full red lips, the sprinkling of soft stubble that graced his cheeks. She silently marveled at how strikingly beautiful he was, she could hardly believe that she was close enough to hold him, touch him, kiss him.
She reached a soft hand up and cupped his cheek. Remus closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, feeling unworthy of her tenderness. She smiled at this and gently pulled him close to take his soft lips, still not quite fathoming that she could just kiss him whenever she wanted to. She deepened it and he tenderly took her in his arms once more. Their kisses quickly became more passionate and intense as their mouths and hands began to explore and touch and tease with greater confidence. Their desire mounting, she led him back to his sofa, the tea long forgotten, and gently pushed him into a seated position.
He couldn't deny how exciting it felt to touch her and have her, he in fact couldn't recall a time where he felt more turned on, his body felt electrified with desire. But as excited as he felt, he also knew this was all most likely new to her and he wanted to let her set the pace. So he let her take the lead and he smiled as she pushed him onto his sofa. She stood before him looking more alluring and sexy than anything he had ever laid eyes on.
His chest heaving, his heart racing, he watched her with hungry eyes, full of desire. He wanted her, every part of her and that alone set her heart ablaze. Holding his gaze, she felt so bold, so very sexy and wanted. She had never felt anything approaching this kind of desire and confidence. He gave her that feeling and she loved him for it. She liked being the center of his world, feeling like she had all of him just to herself.
Without pulling her eyes from his, she reached down and slowly pulled up the hem of her flowing gown to reveal her long, creamy, legs and clutched the fabric in her hand, leaving only the very tops of her thighs covered. His breath hitched at the sight of her luscious legs and a small moan of surprise escaped his lips. She was revealing herself bit by beautiful bit and he thought he might die from the sheer torture of it. But if he had to pick a way to go, this would definitely be it.
She smiled as she stepped forward and gently climbed into his lap, slowly bringing her body to rest against his own. Strattling his legs and letting her blazing core brush against his obvious excitement, he moaned in pleasure once more as his head back fell back and his eyes shut, his hands reflexively reaching out to grab her hips and hold her steady. She dropped the fabric in her hand and let her dress pool around her hips, watching him slowly become undone beneath her. She paused a moment and rested her hands on his chest, feeling his heart tap out a wild, beautiful beat.
He pulled her fingers to his lips, kissing them, delighting in touching her. She smiled at him as she pulled her hands free to reached up and pulled her hair free of its constraints and down tumbled a mountain of beatiful curls. He buried his hands deep in her incredible hair and again pulled her in to taste her delicious mouth, but this time his kisses were harder and more desperate, further pushing her into a state of sheer ecstasy.
In all of his fantasies about her, he had never imagined how absolutely amazing she would feel to touch and taste and watch. Her body writhing above him, her lovely sweet scent swirling about him, her tender mouth seeking his out with such eagerness, she was breathtaking to behold. He could openly delight and take joy from being with her, without fear or caution and that freedom made him feel positively euphoric.
As she consumed him with intoxicating kisses and began to slowly writhe in his lap, her body rubbing against his so wantonly, he soon felt woozy with ecstasy, his whole body tingling with an overwhelming excitement. He realized he was quickly losing what little control he had and desperately needed to slow things down.
Pulling away from her, his breath coming out in ragged spurts, he fought to find some equilibrium, "Hermione," he finally managed, "we should... we should really slow down."
"I'm so turned on by you...I need to slow down," he almost begged.
The luscious witch in his lap, merely smiled at him. She felt amazed, positively stunned that she could have this effect on him. That he was so obviously excited by her only spurred her desire.
"I want you to know how much I love you and how much I truly want to go further with you," he said, "but I don't want you to feel pressure to move any further or faster than you're comfortable with. I want to move at your pace. I can wait as long as you need. Nothing needs to happen tonight. I'm just happy to be with you," he said, as he tenderly cupped her face, looking happier that she had ever seen him.
Touched by his considerateness and emboldened by her desire, she knew she was ready to give him everything.
"Remus, you're so kind...and I...I truly appreciate you being so understanding," she said, gathering her courage.
"But I...", she swallowed hard, "I want you. I want to have you, tonight. I've never been with anyone before and I want my first time to be with you, I'm ready," she said.
The weight of her words hit him and he realized what an incredible gift she was offering him.
"Are you sure?", he said taking her face in his hands. "I don't want to do this if you're not ready, it's really alright," he said sincerely.
"I am sure. Never been more sure of anything. I trust you, I love you, Remus," she said, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his palm.
Her honey brown eyes boring into his, she then placed his hand over her chest, holding it there so he could feel her heart beat and know that it beat only for him.
"Please make love to me," she softly asked, her lovely voice so rich with need and want.
Sweeter words had never been spoken and Remus shuddered at the delight that fluttered through his heart.
He stood with his arms around her, lifting her and taking her into his bedroom. He murmured an incantation and suddenly a dozen lit candles filled his small bedroom, bathing them in soft light. He set her down gently on his large, soft bed and climbed in to lay next to her. He gave her sweet, soft kisses, starting at her mouth, then gently kissed and nibbled at her shoulder, she gently moaned at the touch, the skin there was so sensitive.
Hermione's chest rose and fell as she watched him kiss and nuzzle her neck and softly fondle her breast, her nipples hardening and straining through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned in delight as he lay atop her, his body firm and strong above hers as he pressed against her. His mouth traced slow, deliberate kisses along her neck, he gradually reached behind her neck and slowly untied her dress. As he paused and looked her in the eyes asking for permission, she nodded.
He pulled the ties free and slowly lowered her dress to reveal her creamy, white breasts and pink taunt nipples. He gasped with pleasure at the sight, she was so incredibly beautiful. He rose to his knees and pulled her dress all the way down her legs and once free he tossed it to the floor.
She lay before him in black lace panties and nothing else and he felt stunned by the sight. He settled back onto his legs to catch his breath as he took in the sight of her perfect body. As he stopped, his eyes on her almost naked body, Hermione deeply blushed and panicked. No one had ever seen her body like this, what if he didn't like it? What if she didn't turn him on now that he saw her naked?
She tried to look away and cover her breasts but he caught her hands and gently pulled them away from her body.
"Don't, please don't. I want to look at you," he said, his voice imploring.
He crept forward and settled next to her, taking her face in his hands, "You are so beautiful. Thank you for this, I don't deserve you."
She kissed him and pulled his still-clothed body atop hers and she said, "Of course you deserve me, Remus. You're amazing, you know. Now take off your clothes," she said playfully.
Her words had turned him on even more and he smiled and obeyed.
He sat up and she joined him and began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his sandy-colored chest hair and tight, lean stomach. She ghosted a hand down his abdomen, marveling at his beautiful body. She couldn't believe she was actually here, really seeing him, it felt so surreal. She then unbuckled his belt and pants and pushed him back on his bed as she slowly pulled them off to reveal his navy blue boxer shorts and long, muscular legs, covered in light downy-soft hair.
His chest and stomach were tight and the trail of hair that disappeared into his boxer shorts caused Hermione to yearn to take them off and discover the rest of him. But as she reached to pull them off, he took her hands and sat up and said, "Not yet," as he pulled her into his lap and began kissing her, holding her amazing body, feeling the heat radiate off of her. The kissing was incredible and he wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure for as long as he could.
Rolling around his bed, rubbing and gliding against each other in nothing but their underwear, Hermione felt drunk with pleasure, as the unfamiliar tension and sweet anguish building to an exquisite fever pitch deep in her belly.
He finally settled atop her and kissed her and relished each and every inch of her. Her lips, her skin, her curly wild hair. She was a wonder and she was all his.
He kissed his way down her body, kissing her shoulders and breasts, pausing a moment to take each nipple in his mouth and tease them with his tongue, causing her to gasp with delight. He smiled up at her, she looked so beautiful when she gave over to the pleasure and he wanted to see that look again.
He left a trail of kisses down her lean stomach, his hands roaming all over her body and then he slowly, oh so slowly, began to pull off her black lace panties. She gasped at the tantalizing sensation of the lace being slowly stripped from her willing body. She stared at him with such raw desire, wanting so badly to feel him atop her once more.
Once she was completely naked, he leaned over her again giving her a deep kiss and then moving lower as he settled his head between her legs and began to slowly lick and kiss her sweet center.
Surprised by the sudden unexpected sensation, Hermione suddenly felt self-conscious and a bit embarrassed by the way he was touching her. As prudish as it was to think, it made her feel dirty to let him do that.
"Oh, Remus you don't have to do that. That's...I know it's not ... boys don't really like doing that, or so I've heard. You really don't...", she rambled but he cut her off.
"I want to do that, I like doing that with you," he said sitting up and looking her in the eyes.
"If it brings you pleasure, then I want to do it. I want to feel every part of you. This is your first time and I want to make you feel good," he said staring into her beautiful eyes, his hand cupping the back of her head.
"Let me show you how good it can feel with me," he tenderly said, wanting so dearly to make her feel as loved and as beautiful as she truly was.
She felt so safe with him, she knew he would never harm her or do something she didn't like. He would stop if she wanted him to, but it had felt amazing and she honestly wanted more.
So she leaned back again on his soft bed and gave over to her desire. She watched with rapt attention as he resumed his spot and again began to touch and lick her. She had only touched herself a handful of times before and it had never felt like this. Her stomach began to tighten and her body began to writhe under his loving touch. His tongue languidly licking over her nub, the rising tide of pleasure ebbing and flowing within her. She started to moan and rake her hands through his soft hair, her hips undulating with each delicious sensation, relishing every single thing he was doing to her.
She slowly but surely felt a coil of pleasure wind tightly within her belly and as Remus began rubbing her swollen nub more quickly and with more pressure, she soon felt that coil burst apart as her back arched and she screamed his name over and over again, quaking with unimaginable pleasure. He looked up at her just as she came undone to see pure ecstasy play across her face and he felt euphoric. He had made her feel that and she had screamed his name when it happened. He wanted her now more than ever.
Laying back and shaking from the pleasant aftershocks that quaked through her body, he slid up the bed and took her in his arms. She looked up at him with a new found amazement.
She took his lips in a searing kiss. Sliding her hands down his tight body, his muscles taunt beneath his smooth, soft skin, her desire to have him building once again. He still had his boxer shorts on, and his erection was straining against the fabric. She smiled and gently pushed him onto his back, then reached down and slowly pulled his shorts off, freeing his throbbing member and eliciting a groan of pleasure from Remus. It was so much larger than she expected.
Seeing her naked body above him, her hair wild and face flushed with pleasure, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her back and kissed her with so much passion and longing, such hunger, they both knew they wanted more. She laid back down and pulled him closer. He settled atop her and gazed deeply into her incredible eyes, touching her sweet face, feeling the heat and desire rage through him like an inferno. She smiled at him and kissed his lovely lips with equal fire.
Positioned right at her opening, he slowly, gently pushed himself in, stoping half way, to give her a chance to get used to his size. He moaned at how incredibly tight and wet she felt. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and Hermione felt heavenly, her body such a blessed gift. He closed his eyes and tried to remember exactly how this felt, so he could remember it forever.
"Are you okay?", he quietly asked, cupping her face tenderly.
She nodded and smiled and slowly began to move her hips beneath him. He dipped in and out slowly, not wanting to cause her pain. As she got used to the new sensation, the slight pain that had been there soon disappeared and she found her pleasure building again as she began to slowly writhe and buck her hips to take him in, digging her hands into his shoulders, devouring his lips.
"Harder, Remus," she moaned into his mouth.
The words were beyond sexy as Remus finally allowed himself to fully fill her and the sensation was absolutely mind-boggling. He began to quickly pump in and out, feeling his whole body tighten with anticipation. He kissed her hard and then lowered his head to take her nipple between his teeth as his hand cupped her bottom and pulled her tighter against him so he could drive more deeply into her.
She screamed with delight at the sensation as she came again, this time even harder and longer, feeling profound pleasure rip through her and she again screamed his name with ecstasy.
His name spilling from those sweet lips were his undoing as he came with such a fierceness, holding her tightly and taking her lips with every ounce of passion he had. He had been with other woman, but it had never felt like this, so all encompassing, so devastating. As he came down, he felt so elated, so satisfied. He slowly pulled away from the beautiful witch and wrapped his warm arms around her, both completely spent.
He held her and lazily trailed his hand up and down her arm, occasionally grazing her nipple and eliciting a giggle.
"That tickles," she said, giving him a soft elbow.
"Thank you for that, it felt incredible," she said smiling.
He merely smiled back, enjoying being able to give her such joy.
He leaned down and captured her sweet lips, "I can assure you, the pleasure was all mine."
They were quiet for a long time and then she finally asked, "Does it always feel like that?"
"No," he said honestly. "Only with you."
She kissed him and said, "I love you, Remus."
"I love you, Hermione," he said, savoring her kiss, enjoying the thought that he could kiss those lips as often as he liked.
He had never known this kind of joy, it was both intoxicating and terrifying.
Entwined in each other's arms, they soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, the likes of which they had never known.