Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone. What would I do if I owned Remus?! Not much, I'll send him to the Red Cross. By the way, 'she' from the last story remains un-named. Let your imagination fly! C'mon...you know you want it.

Authors Notes: Slight rating change. Oh gosh, I've never ever written anything verging on sex, I hope it's ok. Please tell me if it's bad or good. Thanks for everyone reviewing! That's all.

Sex, the sheer heat, the intensity and pure intimacy. How I longed again for her touch, though I knew subconsciously, that it was virtually impossible. She was dead, stone cold and immobile till the end of time. But in the lonely hours where Severus is teaching and Albus is occupying Cornelius Fudge on another expedition, I let my mind wander and caress the fading memories of her. I'm lying in my bed, letting the grief flow over the contours over my body as I sniffle and sigh, trying to imprint permanently into my mind what she looked like, what she smelt like that last night we made love.

I remember her smiling nervously at me, her night dress hanging like a potato sack over the frailness of her body. She was sitting on the edge of our bed, brushing out the tangles of her long hair before she settled down for sleep. I remember her expression as I entered the threshold, tying the towel tightly around my waist. I smiled at her as she bit her lip, seeming to stare at the towel. When I approached her she suddenly snapped out of her trance. Her eyes fleeting over my own. Her face plastered with a coy smile. In one quick action she slipped her legs underneath the duvet and flipped over, showing her back to me as she reached for a dog eared book she always read before going to bed. I gave a small laugh at her as she placed it gingerly on her knees and started murmuring the words out.

"You know, I bet you've read enough of that book to have memorised it" I comment as settled myself beside her, she gave a derisive smile and pushed her reading glasses up.

"Hush, darling. I'm reading!" she whispered, slouching down on her back.

I rarely ever saw her without a presence of a book, whether it be a children's or a text book. She'd always have one tucked underneath the hollow curve of her arm. That was the essence of her, a true Ravenclaw. Full of wit and yearning to learn.

"Remus, close the door and turn out the light" She murmured quietly as I obediently slid across the room, turning the light off at her command and pulling the door into place. Guided by the lamp beside her side I stepped towards the bed. I let the towel fall, and with a glimmer of joy I saw her glance sideways, her lips baring a small curve. I slip into bed naked and take my share of the thread thin cotton sheets, wrapping them upon my body. I gaze at my wife as she continues reading, although she still wore a amused sort of smile. Laying my head on the pillow, I turn my head, just to watch her as she flipped page over page. Her mouth still moving in time to the words. Something deep in me was so engrossed with her tonight, something instinctively pure and harmless.

Just watching her doing something as placid as reading was enough to make my hands twitch in desire to caress and squeeze the contours of her body. Closing my eyes, I felt a sudden impulse to seize her frail body and throw her on her back. In my mind I could see myself, crouched over her, naked as the day we were born. Ready to have sex with her like a true animal. I visualised myself biting the nape of her neck, gripping her shoulders as I gave it to her loud and relentlessly.

Thrusting my hips against her as I pounded her violently, nuzzling my head against her veil of hair. But in reality I would give her the most tender touch I could muster, full of care and compassion. I wouldn't forgive myself if I'd ever hurt her, physically nor emotionally. But there she was, ready for me to take, to mark my territory. It was simply irresistible as she read her book, occasionally her eyes would mischievously gaze into mine and she'll bite her bottom lip, leaving a lingering expression of lust. After an hour of me staring, hoping she'll get the message, she snapped shut her book 'The Holy Bible' and set it on the bedside table before turning off the lamp beside her bed.

I felt her shuffle down the bed, her arms automatically reached for my shoulders before she fell asleep. I was of course, a little distraught. Who was I to deny the moon's call? A gave a glance at the pearly orb through the window and saw a perfect half moon.

"Honey..." I murmured pulling her towards my body, in the blue light she opened her eyes, full of curiosity and brimming with mischief. She obviously knew what I wanted.

"Hmm?" she answered, trying to look non-chalent, at that point I felt the pressure of her leg against my inner thigh. I exerted a light groan, her eyes bored into my grey ones, her arm slipping out from underneath the sheets to smooth my greying hair.

"I want to eat you up like butterbeer" I whispered, burrowing my head into the curve of her neck, there was a slight giggle of excitement and things proceeded.

I know that was the last time, I didn't know it at the time but in these hours I'm missing her, though the solace of Severus, Dumbledore and even Harry is enough to make me momentarily forget, but I can't forget about the son, the son I would surely never see while he's in the protection of his grandparents. They distrust me, almost detest me. They hate me enough to deprive themselves of their daughter. To them family always came before love, but for her love came before family. Though it may sound selfish. God how I miss her whispering those prayers.

I can't describe the pain, feeling as if my heart was wrenched out of my rib cage for all to see, but I must remain presentable and proper. No student wishes to see a professor crying...