Okay, I am sorry it has been so long since my last update. Life has been a little strange lately.

Also kinda lost my groove...I am a huge fan of Glee, and therefore a HUGE fan of Cory Monteith. I still can't quite believe he is gone. For those of you that don't care, skip ahead and enjoy. I just can't imagine an episode of Glee without him in it. It is going to be truly strange and sad. Gah. I don't know. I'm just so sad. :( My heart hurts. RIP Cory...I hope you truly find peace.

Anyway, I won't keep this chapter from you anymore. Sorry it's such a short come back. Rest of the story is in the works though, promise.

Chapter 14

Both man and beast heard that. In the back of his mind, Moony heard something, felt something, but he wasn't sure what. The noise that grumbled somewhere from inside of him was exciting. Moony was in control now, at least for the most part.

He grabbed her, forcefully pulling her into his space, desperately pouring his mouth into hers. She relaxed against his body, gripping his clothing aggressively. Tongues fought in an epic battle for dominance. Remus tangled his right hand in her thick hair, tugging back roughly, exposing her neck. He tore at the flesh below his teeth, nibbling at it almost rough enough to break the skin, sucking, tasting every inch of her possible. He made his way down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened in the moonlight.

She leaned back, arching as she thrust her pelvis forward, like she was daring him to explore her further. She ground herself against his dress pants—trying to achieve the friction she so desperately longed for. Her heat, along with her want, his pulse pumping loudly, paired with his need—the amass buildup of all their pent-up frustration and emotions were finally surfacing as together they became one in this lustful, passionate affair.

Her eyes rolled, thoroughly enjoying the undeniable arousal she was feeling. Moony's hands found the small clasp on the back of her dress, greedily tearing through it before undoing the zipper. He pulled the straps down over her shoulders, exposing just the tops of the soft pale pink flesh of her cleavage. Groaning as she bit her lip in response, she could feel the older man's erection—which only made her want him that much more. She pulled her body up, bringing her face to meet his once again.

"Hi," Remus' voice was shaky, caught in his throat, not positive if what he was thinking was actually what he was saying or made any sense coming out. This young woman had captivated him; been his undoing ever since that first day they met on the train headed to Hogwarts in her third year. But he'd never tell her that. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, in every sense of the word.

"Hi," she breathed back.

His hands were hovering somewhere between her waist and hipbone. His callused fingers were sprawled across her back, brushing against her exposed heated skin, propelling electricity to run rapidly through her. She shuddered at the sensation, involuntarily biting at her lower lip for the second time.

"Merlin, Hermione, you are so turned on, I can feel your body aching with desire, smell your arousal," he growled.

"You have no idea," she whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

He pulled her hips into him with more force than he had meant to, but the action only seemed to excite the both of them further as he pulled them onto the floor.

She sat down on him, straddling him between her thighs.

He could feel himself harden further as his eyes traced the contour of her body, legs spread as she sat atop him. He held onto her hips, pressing her down firmly so that she could feel the affect she was having on him.

Her smile was shy and innocent; a glimpse of the girl that he had met so many years ago. It was nice to know that she was still there. That look faded quickly, replaced by a mischievous, wicked grin that said she was ready for him. She leaned forward, pressing her semi-exposed breasts into his upper body. She knew she was teasing him and she liked it—the thrill, the power, everything—and she found herself wondering how long she would be able to keep it up.

His right hand found its way up the sexy curves of her body and twisted itself into her curly brown hair while his left smoothed down over her red dress that had ridden up quite significantly. Groaning in approval, he continued to grope the young woman's exposed backside. He pulled her forward, enclosing their mouths again.

The intensity and desperation of their actions increased substantially within a matter of only a few moments. It was messy, raw, animalistic—very Moony—and it was hot as hell.

He repositioned them so they were sitting back upright; Hermione in his lap, legs hooked around his waist, while the two were literally tongue-tied.

She hastily pealed him out of his sweater vest and then his undershirt, tossing them aside, returning her lips to his just as quickly. Eyes closed, she blindly dragged the palms of her hands across the taught muscles of his upper chest—feeling the dark hair that was there, his dozens of werewolf scars from over the years—down to his abdominals, combing her fingers through the hair she was delighted to find at his bellybutton that continued on, disappearing down into his trousers. Her hands were anything but still as she explored the exciting uncharted territory.

She almost whimpered at the loss of contact when he broke their kiss. But it was soon replaced by a moan as he then began nibbling along the side of her jaw line, down to the pulsing artery in her neck. She dug in her fingernails, scraping down his back, uncontrollably bucking her hips forward, grinding into him.

He pulled her dress off over her head so anxiously that he nearly ripped it in two.

She arched her back, which allowed her to elevate her upper body closer to his face, giving him easier access. He expertly pressed a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down the front of her neck, into the dip in the middle of her collarbone, down the valley between her still mostly covered breasts. Hovering, much to her approval, for a few minutes while he cupped and kneaded their underneath sides much like you would to bread dough. The pads of his fingertips were sexily rough, as he slowly dragged them down to her stomach muscles, passed her sides, massaging her soft skin, all the way to her back, so he could work her bra. All that, along with the bittersweet torture of his skilled tongue worked together like fire and ice—hot and intense as the cool night air swept across the saliva, sending chills up her spine—or maybe that was just his affect on her.

Remus and Moony danced together tonight with this beautiful angel in the moonlight.

x x x

The two of them put their clothes back on in silence, the buzz of everything that had just happened still lingering heavily in the air.

His pants were on, but that was all.

She pulled her dress up around her shoulders, standing before him, back to him, a silent zip me up.

The zipper was loud and slow as he tugged on it. He stopped about half way up, unable to resist the temptation of touching her again. He slipped his finger underneath the wide strap and pulled it down her arm, lowering his lips to her shoulder blade. Kissing, biting at her flesh, up and down her neck.

Her head rolled back, landing on his still bare chest.

"This can definitely not happen again," Remus said into her flesh, leaving a small mark behind.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she knew that he was right. It had to be a one time thing because he was married and she had to move on. She pulled herself up and away from the comfortable heat of his skin. She turned around to face toward him.

"I know," she confessed.

"You mean you're not upset?" he seemed surprised.

Her face scrunched in question, "Why would I be upset?"

He shook his head, licking his lips, pulling her into his body for one last tender kiss. "You never cease to amaze me, Miss Granger."

She kissed him back; wishing more than anything that this moment, what they had together could last forever. "I should probably get going. I will see you at Christmas."

"At Christmas," he repeated before she apparated, leaving him alone in the workroom.

The guilt of what happened between the two of them affected him more than he thought it would. Although he did not regret being with the younger witch, he regretted what it symbolized. It meant that his family was broken and there was no chance in fixing it. The damage was done; it was too late.

A/N: So I tried to keep the T rating, hope that I did okay. I'm used to writing these scenes with an M rating. What did you guys think? Please be honest!