MY DARLINGS!
I mean, you can either take this chapter as a belated Christmas gift, or a HAPPY NEW YEAR gift. Hopefully 2017 will be good to us, really I hope it will be.
Also, I should mention that this chapter is a bit...smutty ;) that is all I shall say and that is all that needs to be said I think :P I'm never sure if my smut is any good, but I do try, so I mean, there's that.
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"Remus," Hermione breathes, her chest rising and falling, and her arms travel up across his back, one stopping to hold onto his neck, the other burying itself in his hair. Remus is sucking at the side of her neck, and when he nips at her tender skin, and she gasps his name. She feels his lips stretch into a smile, and she arches her back into his touch as he grips her hips harder.
"Remus," Hermione pants, tugging gently at his hair, just enough so that his face is right in front of hers, his eyes molten amber with dazzling flecks of gold.
"Hermione," Remus whispers, his hot breath washing over her, and her skin feels like it's heating up, everywhere he touches bursts into flame and there's a roaring fire in her chest.
She wraps her bare legs around waist, and she smirks when the bulge in his pants presses against her barely clothed centre.
They had had heated snogging sessions before, but today they'd quickly divested each other of their clothes, and now they were down to their underwear.
Remus angles his head and his lips claim hers, and it feels sparks are sizzling between their lips. It all feels so rushed, yet terribly relaxed all at the same time.
Remus pulls away slightly, and Hermione sees it in his face-even of their proximity causes his features to blur in the darkness-he's in pain.
"Remus?" Hermione asks gently, her hands sliding to grasp his face, and she watches as his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a frustrated sigh through his teeth. "Is it a headache?"
Remus's eyes snap open, and the grimace his face contorts into answers her question, even if not a sound passes through his lips.
"C'mon, we should sleep...it is really late after all," Hermione murmurs, rubbing her thumbs across his cheeks-loving the feeling of the slight scruff that is present from a few days without shaving.
"How about this, I go get you some water?" Hermione asks, and Remus groans before putting his full weight on her, shifting so his head is laid across one of her breasts. She has to inhale deeply to get back most of the air that just fled her body.
"Stupid fucking Full Moon and its stupid fuckiny symptoms," Remus swears softly, and Hermione giggles, running her hands through his hair.
"I'm going to go get you some water, okay?" Hermione asks, but from her tone, Remus can tell it's not up for discussion.
Hermione taps his sides quickly a few times, and he groans before rolling off of her.
Remus watches-lying on his back-as she scoots off of the bed and bends down to scoop his shirt up off the floor where he had carelessly thrown it earlier.
Hermione slips on his shirt whilst making her way to the door, and as soon as she leaves, the door clicking shut behind her he lets out a loud groan.
"Fuck everything. Bloody fucking shit. Fucking fuckity fuck. Bloke can't have one thing. No, course not," Remus swivels his head towards his window and stares at the almost full moon and narrows his eyes.
"Just want to maybe have some intimacy with a brilliant witch, but noooo, you have to ruin everything, you shit," Remus points an accusing finger at the moon.
He leans back and grabs one of the pillows and covers his face with it.
It's a couple days after the whole Dumbledore fiasco, which means there are only a handful of days left until the Full Moon. The batch of Wolfsbane that Hermione had personally gone into Diagon Alley to get over a week ago has been a soothing balm to what had recently become severe symptoms.
Hermione's mere presence soothes his symptoms these days, even catching a whiff of her scent has a scarily potent effect that is almost instantaneous.
Remus has some suspicions why, but he doesn't want to dwell on those kinds of ideas too much. It starts to feel a little overwhelming when he does.
The sound of the knob twisting causes him to remove the pillow from his face, and to wince as another wave of pain rolls violently across the front of his skull. He smothers the pain as best as he can, and slowly sits up-trying to be careful not to make any sudden movements, cause he knows it'll only make him nauseous.
Hermione comes round to the side of the bed he's on, and sits on the edge, holding out a tall glass of cold water, and he wants to kiss her gently smiling face, so he does. She raises her eyebrows in surprise before responding in kind, but she pulls away before either can deepen it.
Her eyes flick down to the glass of water, and Remus growls lowly in the back of his throat before he accepts the glass and says, "thank you. I'm still pissed off at the moon, not you, that's why I growled I mean. I didn't intend for that to happen, but it did, so I'm sorry."
"It's no problem, love, really. I get it," Hermione responds, and Remus finds he notices something different about her every time he looks at her, like how there's a tiny dimple on her right cheek when she smiles, or how her hair seems to shine in the moonlight.
Hermione moves back onto the bed whilst Remus downs the glass of water, and he carefully places it on the bedside table before looking at Hermione properly. She's staring at him under hooded eyes and he finds himself playing with his lip ring with the tip of his tongue.
She's biting her lip, and any pain he felt previously has now fled his body. He feels fully invigorated, and he throws the pillow thoughtlessly to the side, and he crawls over to her, until his body is hovering over hers. Hermione smiles lazily, and even though everything in him needs and wants, and Moony is fully awake, Remus pauses and reins in his urge to simply take.
"I don't…" Hermione trails off, and pushes herself up off of the bed slightly, leaning back on her forearms and he moves backward to accommodate her shifting.
"Want to have sex yet?" Remus asks boldly, and from the pretty pink blush that blossoms across her cheeks, his guess is right.
"Yes...but we can do other things," Hermione says slowly, and Moony surges back to the surface. Take. Take! TAKE!
Remus takes a deep breath and ignores the other part of him, pushing him out of the way and ignoring him. That's not what tonight is about.
Remus is about to respond, when Hermione falls back onto the bed, and one of her hands rises to dance across his skin, sliding and sliding until her fingers are playfully toying with the waistband of his boxers.
Remus's eyes widen and he sucks in a sharp breath when Hermione brazenly starts stroking all his length through the thin fabric.
"Fuck. Witch, you will be the end of me," Remus hisses lowly, and Hermione's only response is to grin brightly at him. Okay, two could play at this game, Remus leans down and captures her mouth as his hand moves towards the white lace that covers her cunt, and he swallows the gasp that leaves her as his fingers slide across her velvet wetness. Merlin she feels amazing.
It's labouriously slow, the way they explore each other's bodies, and Remus finds himself nipping and sucking at the crest of Hermione's breast, and he knows that there'll be a mark there in the morning.
Hermione surprises him when she lets out a loud moan as he sinks the digits of his middle finger into her-tantalizingly slow-and before he can register what's happening she pushes him onto his back.
Remus can only grin wildly, and he sits up and pulls him to her, and Hermione grins before wiggling out of his grasp, turning around, and she sits back on her haunches as she moves her hair to the side and scoots back towards him-moving her hair over her shoulder to her front and glancing back at him with a light blush.
Remus didn't need it spelled out for him, he sits up and it only takes him a moment to unclip the back of her bra before throwing it aside. Remus toys with his lip ring as he pulls her back into him, so she's firmly seated between his legs, and his hands ghost along the sides of her breasts before he begins to play with her taut nipples.
Hermione shudders against him, and her head falls back onto his shoulder, "Remus," Hermione moans and he about loses all control right there.
Her hand moves to grasp the side of his face, and her nails graze his scruff when his mouth finds her earlobes and nibbles on it lightly.
An errant thought passes through his mind about his best mates and their uncanny ability to have the worst timing ever, but then he recalls that Hermione probably threw up locking charms on her way back in. Did she put up silencing charms though? Remus smirks to himself and finds he doesn't care.
Hermione turns her head enough for her lips to meet his, and his hands glide down her front, and slip inside her panties again, and he can't help the smug smirk when she starts grinding on his hand.
"Hermione," Remus whispers against her lips, and her response is nip at his bottom lip, and for her tongue to play with his lip ring, and he decides right then and there that he can't hold out any longer.
Remus breaks the kiss, and slides back enough for him to lie down, and Hermione quickly slips off her panties, and his breath is simply stolen away. It strikes him in that moment that she is his, with her wild curls and shy smiles, all his. The caramel on her skin is surrounding him now, it's everywhere and he can't think coherently.
He revels in the light squeak she makes when he grips her thighs and pulls up along the length of her body, and he shifts so that her pussy is right there, and he makes sure he has a good hold on her before he tugs her down slightly and then as his tongue darts out of his mouth and starts to lap at her cunt.
The light moans are only incentive to seek out her clit, and when his lips close around it and start to suck, she falls forward, and manages to catch herself just in time. Remus is wholly unprepared for what she does next.
Hermione starts to tug at his boxers, but then makes a frustrated noise when they don't come off like she wants, and he lifts his arse enough for her to tug them down-not pausing for a minute in his ministrations-and she deftly pulls them down, and he pauses long enough to kick them off using only in his legs.
He about dies when Hermione's lovely lips wrap around the tip of his cock, and it's just as his tongue moves to enter her delicious cunt, and the sound of her gasping as she starts to bob her mouth along the length of his cock is surely going to be his undoing.
She leans back, and her mouth makes a light popping sound, and then she's spitting into her hand, and wrapping her hands around his cock before her mouth returns to its prior job.
The feeling of her smooth tongue against his cock as her warm mouth moves up and down, and her hands stroke the length of him, makes his toes curl, and he feels like spots are dancing in front of his eyes.
His fingers dig into her supple thighs as he flattens his tongue and licks slowly in between her lips, and laps at her like a man quenching his thirst. Godric, did she taste good, and Merlin why is the caramel and vanilla getting stronger.
Remus feels like his head is spinning, he's drowning on Hermione, and he has no problem with it, not in the slightest.
His leg muscles clench sporadically, and he resists the urge to buck his hips upwards, but he is coming undone as Hermione dutifully unravels him. He can feel it building and building.
Remus slips one hand from Hermione's thigh, and he begins to rub his finger over her swollen clit, and licks faster. Soon Hermione's quivering above him, and he knows he's going to come soon if she keeps doing what she's doing.
It doesn't take long, and one of Hermione's hands tightly grips his thigh, digging her nails in as she tumbles over the edge, and her body falls slack. She doesn't ease up however, and within moments Remus's cum is shooting into her mouth.
He's utterly spent, but he still hears her swallow, and he finds himself in awe of the witch in his embrace.
Hermione's tired limbs somehow work up the energy to carefully roll off of Remus, and her warm brown eyes are practically glowing, and his amber and gold ones are sparkling, and they both begin to laugh kind of breathily.
Hermione shifts into a sitting position, and then she breathes out deeply before she crawls forward, laying beside him, and she throws a leg possessively over him-ending up in between his as he turns to face her.
There are no words that need to be spoken, Hermione leans in and presses a chaste kiss to his lips, and he removes himself from her enough to grab the sheets to pull up and over them, before settling back into their previous position.
Remus falls asleep with Hermione in his arms that night, and everything seems better than okay. The War, the disappearances, all of it seems to melt away in her embrace, and before they know it, they are both fast asleep.
Thursday, April 12th, 1979
Full Moon
Potter Manor
She stays as long as she can, but then James and Sirius are ushering her away, and Remus clings to the blanket she left that smells like her. Caramel and vanilla.
The nausea, the pain, the agony all seems to lessen as he buries his face in it, drinking it in as much as he can. Eventually, as per usual, the pain intensifies to the point where not even she can help, and then he's shifting as he must every month.
He knows his own mind once his body changes, and his friends are there, they always are, the grim and the stag. Remus is however quickly distracted as Moony nudges him towards the woollen blanket lying across the earth, and for once the wolf doesn't urge him to run and frolick, to let the air glide across their coat as they surround themselves with rustling trees and other sounds of nature, to follow all the scents they can.
Remus and Moony both understand what this means, and Remus tiredly tries to push it away, but Moony then decides that they need to curl up next to the blanket; Remus decides not to fight him, he finds that he wants to as well. The wolf and the man are both in agreement for once, and Remus doesn't know if that's a good thing or not as he lies down on the cool earth, his head and paws snuggling into the blanket. He doesn't know what to think.
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