Here are the last two chapters. Sorry I was missing in action for a bit! No one gave me any feedback for the prequel story idea so I've abandoned it for now. Enjoy these last bits, and drop me a line if you get a chance!
Sex scene number two, the one you've actually been waiting for. Sorry, I debated whether to write both of them…and decided I might as well go for the gold as it were. ::sigh:: I'm becoming ever more pathetic.
--Aimes
Remus had carried Hermione up to her room and set her gently down on the bed. As soon as he released her she snapped awake.
"Oh gods. I'm alive, thank you thank you thank you. I am alive aren't I?" Remus grinned.
"Don't you think you would know if you weren't?"
"Well I've never been killed and resurrected, so actually I probably wouldn't."
"I think you would remember the dying part."
"Right, but post traumatic stress syndrome would block out the memories, right?"
"I don't know.
Do psychological phenomena apply to dead and resurrected people?"
She burst out laughing. "I haven't
a clue and I'm glad I didn't find out!"
"Me too," he replied sincerely, sitting beside her on the bed.
"Where are Callah and Snape?"
"Draco ordered them to her room."
"Good. They need to hash it out." Remus looked at her in surprise.
"Callah told me about their…history. They're good for each other, if you ask me."
"I agree wholeheartedly," he replied. A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in!" Hermione shouted. Draco entered and tossed them a potion each.
"Standard healing stuff. Should do the trick. Tried to give some to Callah and Severus, but they didn't answer the door. Must be out cold already. Get some rest, you two." He exited, shutting the door behind him.
"Gods, if he were a woman he'd be Molly Weasley," Remus noted.
"Out cold indeed," Hermione snickered. "Warming each other up, more likely."
"I don't know," Remus said suddenly. "I mean it's so obvious that they're still in love, but there's so much pain there too."
"Love's stronger than the pain, Remus," Hermione asserted.
"Is it? Neither of them think they're worth being loved, Severus especially. Can they really get past that?"
Hermione shrugged. "Yes. They can, and they will. They taught each other to love once, they can do it again. I have faith in that much at least."
They were silent for a moment.
"Remus…what you said just now…you do know that you're worth being loved, don't you?"
He looked at her and smiled wanly. "Maybe. I'm not sure anymore. I question it a lot. Severus and I get drunk together and question it."
She reached over and hugged him fiercely. "Of course you're worth being loved, you great idiot! You're wonderful! You're kind and sweet and caring and smart…" her voice was muffled by his shoulder, and she trailed off into silence.
"Say it, Hermione." She froze in his arms. "I don't have the courage. Help me. Say it." Remus' tone was pleading.
Hermione pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Say it, Mya, or it'll never be said. Where's that Gryffindor courage? Rah rah rah!...okay that was just stalling. Deep breath…aaaaandddd…say it!
"I love you," she said simply. Her brown eyes locked with his silvery ones.
"I love you too," he replied softly. He kissed her gently but with increasing passion.
They pulled apart and he hesitated. "Where do we go from here?" he asked.
"To bed," she replied with a smile, and started to unbutton his shirt. Remus caught her hands quickly, a bit roughly, staring into her eyes. There's the werewolf in him. Good, I hate men who think I'm going to break. Hermione flipped him onto his back and went back to work on his shirt.
"Are you sure you want this, Hermione?" his voice was soft but firm. She laughed and caught his gaze.
"Shut up and enjoy the ride, Remus." Hermione let her hands wander all over his flesh and began to grind against him. Remus caught her hips, groaning. She kissed down to his belt, then murmured a quick spell to divest him of the rest of his clothing. So is it the werewolf that makes him that…impressive, or is it natural? It's natural!
Hermione gasped and pulled away abruptly. Remus was looking at her in confusion. "Did I just--?"
"Bloody hell, you were in my mind!" In my mind. Are you still in my mind? Yes. Do you think this is related to the moon-witch thing? Probably…unless you're in the habit of communicating telepathically with your lovers. Nope, although they could've been in my mind without me ever knowing. Would explain a lot of break ups. I'm sure.
She had adjusted to the new concept quickly and gone back to work on his engorged cock. Hermione took the (considerable) entirety of it into her mouth and sucked. Hard. Good lord, Hermione! Stop distracting me. His projected thoughts turned into a chaos of sensation. She smiled and resumed her ministrations. Hermione licked his cock, kissing and sucking on it aggressively, responding to the cues of his body and mind. As he reached the edge, she squeezed his balls gently, and he came hard. She kept him in her mouth till the last spasms of his orgasm had passed, swallowing his cum.
You…that…gods…
Hermione pulled back, gasping. She'd felt it. She'd come with him…oh gods. That's incredible. I suddenly understand why men go at it nine hundred times a day. See? It's not our fault! They both broke into laughter; before she realized it, he had her on her back, pinned. Remus used the same spell she had uttered to rid her of her clothing.
"You're beautiful, Hermione." How did I come to deserve someone this amazing? You got lucky, darling, and don't forget it!
"I'm as lucky as they get," he whispered to her, diverting his attention from her left breast for just a moment. He returned to his task and bit gently. Hermione gasped in pleasure. "Sorry, love, that's going to leave a mark."
"Marking your territory then? How…lower mammal of you," she teased. "I suppose this means I can't keep up my regular schedule of lovers…"
You're mine forevermore my queen. Never question it, love. And don't forget it goes both ways. It doesn't get any better than you.
Remus had managed to lick his way down, past her navel where he'd lingered for several moments, to the curls of her vagina. He turned his focus to her clit, using his tongue to build the climax in her. Hermione came explosively, screaming his name. And he suddenly understood what she was talking about: as the orgasm crashed into her, he came as well, feeling her orgasm. He was instantly hard. You're bloody amazing. Likewise.
Their coupling became frenzied. He began grinding into her, going ever deeper with each thrust. Hermione shifted, flipping him over and mounting him. Remus gazed up at her riding him: her hips moving rhythmically, fluidly, her head tossed back, breasts thrust out. This is what perfection looks like. Shut up and fuck me.
They approached climax together, and when they came together it was the most overwhelming experience either had ever had. They felt the orgasm from both sides, and the pleasure crashed over them. Hermione fell against Remus as the aftershocks hit them like gentle waves.
Wow. My thoughts exactly.
Later:
Callah drew lazy circles on his back, then asked a question that had been bothering her for years.
"Severus…"
"Yes, love?"
"I…do I remind you of her? Of Rain? Is that why you fell for me?"
He looked down at her seriously. "You share a few traits. But not really. You're actually the complete opposite. She was energetic compared to me, but self-contained all the same. You're vivacious. You live life. I…always thought if I ever loved anyone they'd be like her, but…you're not. And I love you just the same. I love you more than anyone or anything in the world." He grew quiet.
"I thought so," she replied softly.
"If I had fallen in love with you because you were some sort of substitute for Rain, I'd have left you, Callah. Because I wouldn't do that to you. I realized that a few years ago: I love you completely, with every molecule of my being, and I would never wrong you by not loving you with everything I have…I'm not expressing myself very well." He looked annoyed.
"You're just not used to expressing anything. Besides, I understand perfectly. If you had fallen in love with me because I was like Rain, it wouldn't have hurt as much when it ended. Because I would have been a cheap substitute of the real thing in any case. You love me because I'm me…" she trailed off and kissed his chest gently.
"If you ever leave me again, Callah, I will hunt you down and drag you back." He was teasing and serious all at the same time.
"If I ever leave you again, I hope you do, because I would never leave willingly," she replied with a smile. "Severus?"
"Hm?"
"We still need to shower."
He broke into laughter and pulled her out of bed. "Let's get to it then."
Still Later:
Hermione awoke snuggled in someone's arms. Remus Sex God Lupin. Sounds good to me. She smiled to herself.
"You awake, love? Are you hungry or anything?" So attentive, I could get used to this. What's the saying? An animal in the bed, a gentleman in the streets? I think it's "a whore in bed, a lady in the streets." Same thing.
"Hungry…yeah…" she said with a predatory smile. For a repeat performance!
Remus grinned at her.
"I've got to be the luckiest guy on the planet."
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," she teased.
He laughed, then pinned her beneath him and began to tease her, kissing her, deepening it, then pulling away just as she began to heat up.
After a few moments, she growled.
Come here Remus Lupin, she beckoned in her mind. Let me show you a really good time!
And she did.
