A/N: WOW! It has been a while since I have posted anything on here and for that I am sorry!
Anyway this is a little something I've been working on whilst I've had some free time.
IMPORTANT!
As some of you already know, I do have dyslexia and do struggle with spelling and grammar. hopefully you wont judge too harsh on that.
IMPORTANAT NO2! This is a smut/lemon so only 18s if you will!
Now on with the story!
"Crap," Hermione couldn't help but mumble as her foot fell on a creaky floorboard at number 12 Grimmauld place.
She always hated this old house, the dust that would clog ones nose, the squeaking doors and floors that moaned under each push or touch, the way that even when it was day, the house was dark, it was like shadows lurked within shadows. But what could one expect when living in the most Noble and Ancient house of Black? A family that, like this house, had been both dark in name and in nature.
Not all Blacks. She corrected herself as she took a small step, trying to use her memory to lead her in the direction she needed. No there was one Black that stood out, used his name for good and to fight those that stood for everything he was supposed to.
The late Sirius Black. Her best friends godfather, convicted and escaped convict and hero to not only her, but to the Order.
She sighed as she grabbed hold of the banister, feeling around with her foot until she found the beginnings of the staircase.
It wasn't all dark and gloomy she guessed. There were times where the house really came alive with laughter. Sure, the war had ended not two months ago, sure people still mourned the death of those they lost. But to Hermione, she was just grateful that her little family hadn't suffered much loss.
Okay, she admitted to herself that for some it was touch and go, Fred had nearly been crushed by a wall, if it hadn't been for Percy's quick thinking, one half of the annoying Weasley twins would be no more. If Charlie hadn't been flying close on a broom to sweep his fiancé Tonks to safety and away from her twisted aunt, then she too would be dead.
She took the final step on to the safety of the first floor before thinking about the final person.
Remus Lupin.
If she hadn't have been in the right place at the right time...well she didn't even want to think about that.
With another sigh she felt across the wall until she came to a door knob, twisting it slowly and grimacing at the loud groaning it made.
This couldn't get any worse.
Oh but she was wrong, as soon as the door was open she was assaulted by beams of light.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she made to close the door once more when the voice of the man she was just thinking about stopped her.
"Can't sleep Hermione?"
"Professor!" Her hand went to her chest as she took a steadying breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone was up," she gave a sheepish smile as she made her way towards the coffee machine and her goal.
He chuckled behind her, "don't you think it's about time you called me Remus? I haven't been your professor in years."
"Sorry, it's habit." She made herself busy pouring herself a hot mug of coffee to cover the heat that had suddenly spread through her cheeks.
After the war had ended and she and Ron had finally admitted that the kiss that they shared was just in the heat of the moment, she decided to take Harry up on his offer of living with him in the old Black home. It did, however, come as a surprise to learn that it wasn't just the two of them living here but their former professor also, after his little cottage had been invaded by Death Eaters searching for answers on Harry, Ron and herself.
"What are you doing up anyway?" She asked as she finally turned back towards him, taking a seat on the chair across from where he was sat.
"The full moon is just two days away, Moony gets a little... fidgety around this time." There was something in his eyes as he said this, the green of his irises flashing a deep gold that had her suddenly swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
Without thinking of her next words, the thought of anyone being even mildly uncomfortable forced Hermione to say what she did next, "is there anything at all I can do to help you?" Once again his eyes flashed gold as he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, before a small smirk flitted across his handsome aging face.
"Don't you think that's a loaded question Hermione? One may see fit to take advantage of such an offer," his deep chuckle and the way he was staring into her chocolate eyes had Hermione fidgeting a little in her chair. Surely she had misheard or taken what he said wrong, surely this experienced man wasn't flirting with her? No he couldn't possibly be.
"I-I, what I mean is-"
"Relax, I told you I get a little restless during the days leading to the full moon, it's hard to cage the wolf so to speak. Besides, Moony seems to like you," he licked his lip slightly as she froze.
"What do you mean pro- I mean Remus?" She took a small sip from her cup to distract herself, watching as the man's eyes followed her every movement.
"Tell me Hermione, what perfume is it you're wearing?" His sudden change of topic had her head spinning.
"My perfume?"
He stood from his chair then and made his way over to the sink, placing his empty mug inside for Kreacher to clean.
"I've wanted to ask you for some time now, as somehow we seem to know each and every time you walk into a room," he moved closer, stalking her as if she was pray. "Moony and I know when you are close, when you're happy, sad," he was so close now as he leant down, his nose travelling along her neck as he breathed deeply. "Excited."
"I don't wear any perfume," she boldly replied, not sure where this was heading and not sure if she wanted it to stop.
"Then I must say Hermione, your scent is simply mouth watering," she shuddered at how close his tongue was to her skin.
"Remus, are you okay?" She turned slightly towards him, noticing how close their noses were and how golden his eyes were now shining.
"You asked me if there was anything you could do to help, Moony is thinking of many different ways in which we could help each other."
It clicked like a piece of jigsaw.
"It's because it's getting closer to the moon, your hormones are all over the place and can cause you to become aroused. If it wasn't so close you wouldn't be saying such things." She tried to rationalise as her heart began to rapidly beat against her chest, excited but scared about what could be happening.
"Trust me Hermione," he moved closer once more, "I would." She gasped slightly as he tugged her out of her seat and turned her so her back was against the table, he leaning slightly over her bent frame.
"You have no idea how 'aroused' even your very voice makes me, how turned on I get when I see you curled on the couch with a book between your hands. How after you step out of the shower I have to take a cold one of my own." He moved closer still, until his lips were pressed against her ear, "how I've lost control and made myself cum to the very thought of you. Tell me that's because of the moon."
She was speechless, Goosebumps were scattered all over her skin, her panties were feeling a little damp at his words, she was so turned on she wanted to moan.
"Moony wants you Hermione, I want you and I'm done fighting it." With that his harsh lips crashed down on her own causing her to back fully into the table.
Merlin but he was passionate! His lips moved against her own with such devotion, each stroke was like he was worshiping her lips, his demanding tongue licking the seam and asking for her to open.
Like the good student she was, she followed his order.
Sin, the ex professor tasted of sex and sin and a small hint of the coffee he was previously drinking.
He pulled back slightly and she felt the groan leave her throat before she could stop it. "I'm sick of trying to stay away from you Hermione, sick of trying to deny the fact that you're my mate and I want, no, that I NEED you. I almost lost you during the war and I'm not going to let you go until you know." Before she had chance to process his words, his lips were back on hers and his strong hands were gripping her hips, pulling her body closer to his until she felt just how much he wanted her.
She had never been kissed like this before! Had never had a man demand and control her in such a way. Having his tongue invade her mouth had her raising her arms to wrap them around his neck.
"Please tell me it isn't just me that feels this Hermione, please tell me I'm not too old, not to poor to have you." His lips left a maddening trail along her neck, his tongue and teeth grazing against her skin as they both began to pant slightly with the need for oxygen.
"I've wanted you for so long Remus, you're a good man but if you don't kiss me right this second I may-" his lips were back on her own, his hands that were firmly planted on her hips lifting her so she was sat on the table, her legs opening wider to accommodate him.
Merlin the sensations he was releasing in her! The boldness she had never felt before as she reached for his shirt.
That was until he once again released her lips and pushed her hands away. Humiliation spread through her bones as her cheeks began to turn red, not from the sensations any more but from rejection.
"I've waited too long Hermione, wondered far too many nights exactly what your body looked like, felt like, tasted like. I want to undress you, I want to savour this moment." Her eyes snapped to his, the pure amber that was staring back at her caused heat to race through her, going down and further down still until a rush and wetness soaked her underwear.
His dark eyes flashing momentarily as he sniffed the air, "fuck, you smell like honey."
His hands sought her top first, reaching and unbuttoning each button slowly, the pads of his fingers skimming against the bare skin that was revealed until he pushed the offensive material off her shoulders. She was more than grateful that she had already removed her bra as a cold breeze had her nipples aching for attention.
When the item was removed he slowly lowered his fingers down her side - completely ignoring her bare breasts - sending a shiver down her spine he was barely even touching her and she wanted to explode!
His large rough hands reached her bottoms next, hooking his fingers inside both her pants and panties and easing them from her hips and legs until she was completely naked in front of him. Only then did he step back and admire the young woman in front of him.
She felt like she was being devoured with his eyes, the hungry look he was giving her was setting her on fire. She knew she had scars, a hideous purple scar across the upper part of her body, but the way he was looking at her?
She felt like it was beautiful.
"You're fucking perfect Hermione, can I touch you?" She nodded her head, desperate to feel his hands on her.
"Please."
With no more encouragement his hands moved to her face, sliding his left hand around her neck as he pulled her in for a blazing kiss, his tongue sweeping hers in a battle of dominance as he placed himself between her legs once again.
His right hand slowly eased from her face downwards, his fingertips moving to touch first her collarbone and further still until he was cupping her fully in his hand.
She wasn't sure who moaned louder as her head fell back in pleasure, his thumb and finger reaching to pinch her hardened nipple and twist it to the left slightly.
"You're body is so responsive, do you feel what you're doing to me?" He thrust his hips forward, his covered crotch grinding softly against her bare heat.
"Remus, please please let me touch you." She begging, unsure of how much more she could take.
"Not yet love," he moaned in her ear, "I've not tasted you yet," his tongue flicked against the shell of her ear as he removed his hand from her neck and replaced it with his tongue.
The sensations of his hot breath mixed with the wetness was chilling in the best of ways as he licked his way down towards her breast.
"Oh," she groaned as he flicked her bud, swapping between soft nibbles and tugs, swirling his tongue to ease the soft pain that shot through her. The feeling alone had her embarrassingly wet as she tried to find slight friction to ease the ache.
"I can smell how wet you are Hermione, can smell how much you want this," his voice was rough as he lifted his head from her breasts.
"Tell me Mione, where do you want me to touch you?" Her cheeks flooded with colour as his hand trailed lower.
"Please Remus, I need you." She was begging, her need growing.
"Tell me what you want."
"Please touch me," she boldly grabbed his hand and guided him to her centre.
"So wet, so fucking perfect," he used his thumb first, swiping and flicking against her clit before pressing the pad of his thumb against her little button and rotating in slow circles. Slowly he gathered more of her to spread around her sex, using just the lightest of touches to cause her unbelievable pleasure.
"Merlin," she moved her hands to his shoulders eager to touch him in any way he'd allow.
"It's Remus love but don't worry, you won't forget it after tonight," and with his words he slowly eased a long finger inside her, thrusting the digit in and out in order to stretch her before adding a second.
"Remus!" She all but screamed as he placed the hand that was previously on her breast against her mouth.
"Shh, we don't want to wake up the whole house do we?" He smirked as his fingers picked up the pace and her fingers finally moved to the front of his shirt.
"Tnis needs to, this has to -oh OH - off." She stuttered out as her fingers shakily removed the buttons from their holes and pushed the top away.
She opened her eyes - not realising they were closed - and let her eyes rake across his chest, taking note of every scar as she moved forward slightly to lick the jagged lines of the most pronounced ones.
"Oh fuck!" He moaned as his fingers picked up slightly. She continued to kiss a path across his chest, letting the tip of her tongue poke between her lips to tease his own nipples.
As she felt the pressure building behind her navel he suddenly removed his fingers from within her causing her to moan with the loss. That was until his fingers and thumb was replaced with his hot mouth as he dropped quickly to his knees.
"I've never tasted anything as good as you Mione, I could survive on your taste alone," She moaned as the brief embarrassment she felt was forgotten, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table and closer to his mouth in order to devour her flavour.
"Remus please!" She could feel herself inching closer and closer to her orgasm, she began rocking her hips into his face. As she could feel herself begin to tighten he plunged two fingers deep inside her, curling them slightly in order to find that secret little place inside her.
She bit her lip hard as she came around his hand, her scream vibrating against her lip as she fell back against the table. Remus continuing to thrust his fingers inside her as she rode her high.
"That was, I mean wow!" She caught her breath as she sat up once more and instantly went for his sleep pants. "Please don't make me wait any longer," she whispered as she saw his slight hesitation "I need to feel you inside me Remus."
He put his hand on top of hers as he stilled her.
"I need you to know what this will mean Hermione. If we did this- if we made love tonight then I won't be able to go back, you will be mine and I will be yours. You're my mate Mione, I don't mean to scare you away but to me that means life." He placed his head on her shoulder and he waited for her to process his words, waited for the rejection.
"I know what I'm getting involved with Remus," she reached for his face and lifted it towards her, her hands reaching to push his pants down and watching as he kicked them off. She swallowed at his size but she held her nerves and she looked in his eyes. "I want this, I want you. I can't explain it but I want to belong to you."
She slowly reached her hand out and grasped his lengh, moving her hand up and down experimenting with the way she squeezed and held him.
"I know this will be your first time so I want you to know this may hurt, I'll try and go as slowly as I can so you can adjust okay?" He was panting as she lined him with her opening feeling as he inched his way inside her.
If she was honest it wasn't the best feeling, that feeling of being too full and feeling her body stretch to accommodate him wasn't something she was prepared for, but she bit her lip until he broke past that final barrier.
"Shh, Shh it's okay," he stopped moving as he stroked her hair and face. Wiping the tears that had fallen with the pain. The strained look he was wearing telling her exactly how much it was taking not to move his hips forward.
After what seemed like a lifetime - to Remus anyway - Hermione nodded her head and began to rock her hips.
"Move please Remus," he obliged, snapping his hips softly in time with her moans, pulling back just to dive back in. He was in heaven, every nose she made, every sound that passed her sweet, sweet lips was driving him closer to the edge.
He knew he wouldn't last, knew the moment he had almost came from just her kissing him. She was delicious and after tonight she would be his.
"Faster," he pulled all the way out of her before slamming back in and being rewarded with the longest of moans. Her nails gripped his shoulder as he continued to explore her body moving his lips from her neck, to her ear and back down to her nipple.
She was exquisite.
"I'm so close, so so close!" She was panting and sweating with the need and as his fingers moved and flicked her sensitive nub she exploded around him triggering his own release.
"Oh, oh! Holy shit! I mean Merlin almighty!" She stammered as he sagged against her, her Heat throbbing in time with her orgasm as she felt her former professor fill her.
She wasn't sure what to feel as she felt herself come down and the reality of what just happened settle. She wasn't sure of Remus was sure she was his mate, all she knew was she was happy and she was more than a little satisfied.
"I meant what I said you know?" She lifted her head and stared into the green eyes of her lover, "I can't go back now, you own me Hermione. Mind, body, soul, I'm yours."
She reached forward to kiss his lips softly, cringing slightly as she tasted herself on his tongue. Just as she was about to reply though the kitchen door slammed open.
"What the actual hell is going on here!"
A/N: So yes, this hopefully means I'm back, I have just had a baby so whilst he is sleeping I am trying to write more of my other stories, hopefully soon I can start posting them again.
Anyway I can hear him stirring, so let me know what you think?
And until next time,
Jess
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