You look at me with those sweet eyes.

How?

After twelve years, twelve long, hard years, you still look at me they same way you did before, as if we had just gotten over a petty fight. Remus, you know you make me weak in the knees. My heart has waited many a year to see this day, the day that you will take me back. Not because I did anything wrong, but because I didn't tell you the truth. The truth about little Peter, who was so close to you.

Though, he was not that close to you and your petite body. The body that let me do naughty things to it when we were younger. Things that made you feel uncomfortable and made your innocent manhood excited, yet, scared at the same time. I remember those days.

I remember them well. The dementors couldn't take them away because of the marks on my hips. The marks that your loving imprinted to me. I loved that feeling of ownership that would overcome those beasts. The power of knowing something they didn't.

Oh, Remus. My love for you is stronger than anything else in the world, no, universe. I loved, and still love you, for being the way you are.

Touch me. Touch me the way I used to touch you. Make me feel loved again.