Chapter 6- You Want Me to Put That Where!?
"Damn!" Remus cursed loudly, startling Rosemary. He immediately regretted the outburst. "I'm sorry, shhh, I'm sorry." he gently whispered in her ear.
"What's wrong" Rosemary asked deeply concerned.
"Ro, are you on any kind of Muggle birth control?" Remus asked. It was a plea more than a question.
"No. You're the first man I've been with in four years." She answered, suddenly coming to the realization that they were in big trouble.
"I can't cast a contraception spell on you."
"Oh no, you can't." She said quietly.
"You're fertile right now, I can detect the scent. We can't do this."
"You can smell fertility?" Rosemary was simultaneously impressed and tremendously frustrated.
Remus rolled over and lay on his back looking up at the ceiling and silently cursing his bad luck. For the second time in one day he found himself breathing deeply and trying very hard to ignore an erection that refused to be ignored. Rosemary sat on the bed with her head in her hands desperately trying to think of a solution to their problem. She looked at Remus with an expression he couldn't quite read.
"I wonder." she said tapping her finger on her lips, a gesture Remus immediately recognized as her thinking face. Hope surged in him as he sat up to see what she would do next.
"Pray to whatever gods you believe in that I find what I'm looking for." she said to him as she dashed out of bed.
Remus listened with interest to the cacophony of sounds coming from the loo. A great many things were falling, glass was breaking. It sounded as if someone had just released one hundred Cornish pixies in the room.
"Are you OK in there?" He asked wondering what the hell she was up to.
"Just hold on. He always hid some in here. I just have to find them"
"Find what?" He asked.
"The answer to your prayers." She called out.
Suddenly Rosemary let out a loud victory whoop that made Remus laugh.
"I found one!" She said breathlessly as she came out of the loo excitedly waving a small square packet.
"What did you find?" Remus asked expectantly, wondering how this tiny item was to be his salvation.
" A condom!" Rosemary was delighted with her discovery.
"What pray tell is a condom?"
"You don't know? Oh, I suppose you wouldn't." She cocked her head and thought about how best to explain the birth control device to him. "A condom is a rubbery sheath that you put over yourself to keep your seed from entering my body when we make love."
"That I put over myself." he clarified. He was trying to conjure a mental image of exactly how this would work.
"Um hmmm."
He eyed Rosemary apprehensively.
"A sheath I put over myself exactly where?" He asked very deliberately. If the answer to his question was what he suspected, this condom contraption wasn't the answer to any prayer he ever prayed.
"One guess handsome." Rosemary said crawling into bed next to him and running her fingernail lightly up his length. "Impressive." she commented appreciatively.
He felt a shudder run through his body. Her touch was as arousing as her answer was appalling. He stared at Rosemary with disbelief.
"Let me see if I understand you correctly," Remus closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before asking Rosemary to confirm his worst fear. "You expect me to wrap my penis in rubber before we make love?"
"Technically it's latex, but yes, that's the general idea." She answered with a hopeful smile.
"Please tell me you're joking Ro." he pleaded.
"No joke love. They can't be all that bad. Muggle men use them all the time."
"If this thing is the best Muggles can do for birth control, no wonder you outnumber wizards five thousand to one" Remus grumbled. He found the concept of a physical barrier between two lovers offensive.
"Come on! Where's that Gryffindor bravery I've heard so much about. Take a chance, try something new." Rosemary said trying to cajole a little enthusiasm out of Remus. Since enthusiasm was not forthcoming she tried a different tact. "Ok Remus, consider your alternatives. It's the condom or we play at wizard's chess. What'll it be?"
'This can not be happening' he thought to himself. He looked at the woman lying next to him. She stirred him as no woman ever had before. Abstinence was out of the question. He briefly weighed the relative merits of a baby versus the Muggle rubber wrap and, after a torturous battle with his inner wolf, common sense prevailed. Still agitated from his internal conflict Remus snapped, "Fine, give me the bloody thing and show me what I'm supposed to do with it."
'That didn't come out right.' he immediately thought to himself. He looked at Rosemary and knew he was in trouble before she said a word. She wasn't angry. Angry he could handle. Far worse, she was disappointed.
"Ro, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it came out."
"Never mind." she interrupted quietly as she sat on the side of the bed with her back to him gathering her clothes from the floor. "Don't do me any favors."
Remus sat behind her and pulled her close. She didn't resist when he began to kiss her neck and plead his case.
"Ro, I did NOT mean that the way it sounded. I'm not like that, ask anyone who knows me. I'm lovable, dependable, tragically flawed Remus Lupin. I would never intentionally hurt you like that. I don't know why it came out like that. It's like I was channeling Severus or something.."
"Severus Snape? The potion prick?" Rosemary interrupted with the beginnings of a very small grin. She forgave Remus the moment he put his arms around her. She was grateful for the opportunity to let him off the hook.
'Potion prick.' Remus laughed to himself. That was one he hadn't heard before. He mentally filed it away for future use.
"You've met him?"
"No, never, " she answered. "But seven Weasleys, a Granger and a Potter can't very well be wrong. Although to tell you the truth, I think Hermione fancies him."
"You wouldn't say that if you knew him. He really is a prick."
"Some women find pricks *very* attractive." she informed him in a lilting voice.
"Well I just did my best imitation of a prick and you didn't seem to find it very attractive." He joked.
"No I didn't." she smiled. "You should stick with what you're good at."
They shared a laugh and the tension dissipated as quickly as it had begun. Remus made an additional mental note to thank Severus for being such a greasy git.
"Can we start this over?" Remus asked Rosemary as his hands found their way to her breasts.
"I suppose. Where would you like to start from?" She was losing herself in the sensations he was creating with his hands and with his mouth.
"How about from 'Remus I need you in me now'?" he eagerly suggested.
"I think you're going to have to go back a little bit further." she teased.
"Hmmm. How about from here?" He moved from behind her and eased her back against the mattress. He peppered her face and body with light kisses as he made his way in front of her. He knelt on the floor and placed her legs over his strong shoulders.
Rosemary gasped as Remus lightly blew on her damp chestnut curls. His capable, strong hands gently caressed her inner thighs causing her to tremble with anticipation. His approach was very different from the first time he gave her this most intimate kiss. That had been driven by reflex and passion. This time the passion was choreographed to produce feelings she had never experienced before.
He teased her with an exceptionally gentle touch, skillfully tracing around her entrance with his tongue, savoring her sweet, sweet essence. Her body reacted without conscious thought, rocking her hips, slowly at first and then more forcefully, seeking more of the irresistible sensations he was triggering.
Remus held her hips down on the bed to slow the pace. He wanted their one opportunity to make love to last as long as possible. Using his thumbs, he gently parted her folds and began to lightly stroke her center. The movement of his tongue became bolder as he thrust it in and out of her.
Rosemary's moans became cries as the amazing things that this man could do with his mouth overwhelmed her. He lightened his touch to bring her back down as her body approached release only to build her back up again.
Rosemary was quite sure she would drop dead on the spot if he slowed down one more time.
Using every bit of sensory perception he had, Remus read her body like a book and knew that the time had come to bring her home. He moved his mouth up to her center eagerly licking and sucking on her nub while his fingers skillfully moved inside her. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until her entire body shook with pleasure and she was screaming his name.
Remus laid down next to Rosemary and could not take his eyes off of her. She had the look of a woman well pleasured. Her eyes sparkled, her face and chest were slightly blushed and her breathing had a sensuous catch to it. To Remus, there was no more beautiful sight in the world.
"That was incredible" Rosemary struggled to find the words to express what she was feeling. It was the understatement of the century. "What about you? I don't know if I can match that."
"Don't worry," Remus said kissing her softly on the forehead, "We're not done yet."
"I think I might be." Rosemary regretfully offered. "I'm totally spent."
"We'll see." Remus looked like a man with a secret.
Remus held her close and whispered lover's words in her ear. As she relaxed he began to slowly explore the unexpectedly sensitive areas of her body. He rained feather soft kisses down on her eyelashes, ears, jaw line, collarbone, and wrists. Only when she began to respond to his patient ministrations did he move his attention to the more sensitive areas of her neck, lips and breasts; all the while carefully avoiding the most sensitive area between her legs. He would not touch that until she begged him to.
Remus delighted in her body. He ran his hands up her ribs, cupping her full breasts. He moved his mouth down and took each nipple in turn into his mouth, gently sucking and flicking them with his tongue. He felt her hips begin to move against his. It took every bit of self-control that he possessed to wait until she was ready again before entering her.
Rosemary was astonished to find that her body was responding with need again. The one area he would not touch was the one that was aching to be filled.
"Please Remus, now. I need to feel you inside me. Please."
She didn't need to ask him twice.
"Put that thing on me Ro." Remus commanded hoarsely.
Rosemary quickly complied. Remus hated the feel of the sheath but was determined to deal with it for her sake. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly giving her time to adjust to his presence. He began to move in deep slow thrusts hoping that getting on with things would improve the situation; however, if anything, it only made matters worse.
He had anticipated that sex would feel different with a barrier, what he had not anticipated was the strength of his reaction to the scent. Unlike other men, Remus experienced his world as much through his enhanced sense of smell as he did through sight, sound and touch. This was especially true when he was intimate with a woman. Scent was his roadmap. The heady combination of pheromones, sweat, and natural lubrication let him know when a woman was aroused, when she was fertile and, most importantly, when his actions were satisfying her. The wolf in him reveled in marking his mate with the distinctively masculine scent of his own semen and pheromones.
Remus growled in frustration. Tainting her scent and completely masking his were unnatural chemical odors that reminded him of a potions experiment gone horribly wrong. His aggravation was building; the scent was all wrong, the feel was wrong, everything was wrong. In one decisive moment conscious reason gave way to his carnal nature. He withdrew from her body and tugged the sheath off. He quickly reentered her with a deep groan of satisfaction, immersing himself fully in the total sensory experience.
In an instant he found himself flat on his back with a very angry partner glaring down at him.
"What is god's name do you think you're doing?" Rosemary was incensed.
Carnal thoughts were now a memory and conscious reasoning, seasoned with a healthy dose of apprehension took over. He was impressed with her physical strength. It was a rare woman who could throw off a werewolf in full rut, even in human form. "I can't believe I did that. That thing is awful, I just can't use it."
Rosemary's demeanor softened. "I figured as much." She fell back against the bed. "What are we going to do?"
"I have no earthly idea." Remus answered.
Once again they found themselves laying next to each other and staring at the ceiling in silence. The quiet was eventually broken by Rosemary's quiet laugh.
"I can't imagine what you find funny in all of this." Remus commented.
Rosemary propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him with affection. "The mighty wizard defeats two Deatheaters only to be thwarted by a piece of latex. Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
"The mighty wizard wouldn't have defeated anything if you hadn't heard through the Do Not Notice-" He stopped talking suddenly and processed the beginnings of an idea.
"What? What is it?" Rosemary was intrigued.
"A Do Not Notice charm. Of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner?"
"Probably because you haven't had adequate blood flow to your brain since Flourish and Blotts. What are you playing at Remus?"
"If I put a Do Not Notice charm on the sheath it won't make any difference to you and hopefully it will make everything work for me. I just have to alter the charm a bit. Usually this charm doesn't affect the wizard who casts it, but that should be easy enough to get around."
"One problem. What will you cast the spell on? You killed our one and only sheath."
"That's not a problem." Remus took hold of his wand and cast a repairing spell on the sheath returning it to an unused condition. He cast several spells until he finally hit on one that he seemed satisfied with.
"Can you see the sheath Ro?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Good, I can't see it or smell it. Hopefully I won't feel it either. Will you put it on me again?"
"What do you feel?" she asked as she unrolled the sheath down his length.
"Only your hands." Remus answered with a satisfied sigh.
"Do you want to start this over again?" Rosemary asked with a laugh.
"I suppose. Where do you want to start from?" he parodied their earlier conversation.
"How about from 'Remus I need you in me now'?" she smiled.
"Sounds good to me." he answered as he took possession of her mouth with his own. He positioned himself above her once again and entered her with one slow, sensuous stroke. He marveled at how tight and warm her body was. Their eyes locked as he thrust slowly in and out of her, rubbing himself up against her center with every stroke.
His unhurried, deliberate movements increased the considerable sexual tension that had already built up in her body. Rosemary ached for release. She wanted him hard and fast and she wanted him now. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips to meet his every stroke.
"Please.more..faster." Rosemary had seemingly lost command of the English language but was somehow articulate enough to get her point across. Remus began thrusting and grinding into her with abandon. Every movement he made sent a rush through her bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"Yes! Oh god, yes" she called as he brought her to release again. The force of her contracting muscles was enough to bring him with her.
They lay spent in each other's arms. Remus charmed away his despised sheath as Rosemary absentmindedly traced the scars that covered his chest with her finger. Remus, who was usually self-conscious about the marks, found her touch intimate and comforting. He was especially moved because she didn't ask him how he got the scars, she just accepted them. He didn't need to feel ashamed or wrong with her. In this room, in this bed, with this woman, his burdens were lifted.
"That was amazing." Rosemary said languorously. "You want to do it again?" She felt the rumble of a quiet laugh as her head rested on Remus' chest.
"That is so unlikely for such a variety of reasons." he said pulling her closer.
"You didn't like it?" Rosemary asked.
"Like it? I loved it. I love you. I hate that horrid sheath, but I love you."
"Then we'll have to find a way to get rid of the horrid sheath." Rosemary answered affectionately.
The room was silent except for the sound of the crickets coming in through the open window. After what Remus thought was surely the longest pause in the history of human conversation he finally spoke.
"Ro?"
"Hmmmm."
"I just said I love you."
"I know."
Remus waited through another brutal silence.
"And?" Remus asked hesitantly.
"I need more than a day Remus."
"Can I take that as a maybe?"
Rosemary took Remus' face in her hands and smiled, "You can take that as a probably."
"Damn!" Remus cursed loudly, startling Rosemary. He immediately regretted the outburst. "I'm sorry, shhh, I'm sorry." he gently whispered in her ear.
"What's wrong" Rosemary asked deeply concerned.
"Ro, are you on any kind of Muggle birth control?" Remus asked. It was a plea more than a question.
"No. You're the first man I've been with in four years." She answered, suddenly coming to the realization that they were in big trouble.
"I can't cast a contraception spell on you."
"Oh no, you can't." She said quietly.
"You're fertile right now, I can detect the scent. We can't do this."
"You can smell fertility?" Rosemary was simultaneously impressed and tremendously frustrated.
Remus rolled over and lay on his back looking up at the ceiling and silently cursing his bad luck. For the second time in one day he found himself breathing deeply and trying very hard to ignore an erection that refused to be ignored. Rosemary sat on the bed with her head in her hands desperately trying to think of a solution to their problem. She looked at Remus with an expression he couldn't quite read.
"I wonder." she said tapping her finger on her lips, a gesture Remus immediately recognized as her thinking face. Hope surged in him as he sat up to see what she would do next.
"Pray to whatever gods you believe in that I find what I'm looking for." she said to him as she dashed out of bed.
Remus listened with interest to the cacophony of sounds coming from the loo. A great many things were falling, glass was breaking. It sounded as if someone had just released one hundred Cornish pixies in the room.
"Are you OK in there?" He asked wondering what the hell she was up to.
"Just hold on. He always hid some in here. I just have to find them"
"Find what?" He asked.
"The answer to your prayers." She called out.
Suddenly Rosemary let out a loud victory whoop that made Remus laugh.
"I found one!" She said breathlessly as she came out of the loo excitedly waving a small square packet.
"What did you find?" Remus asked expectantly, wondering how this tiny item was to be his salvation.
" A condom!" Rosemary was delighted with her discovery.
"What pray tell is a condom?"
"You don't know? Oh, I suppose you wouldn't." She cocked her head and thought about how best to explain the birth control device to him. "A condom is a rubbery sheath that you put over yourself to keep your seed from entering my body when we make love."
"That I put over myself." he clarified. He was trying to conjure a mental image of exactly how this would work.
"Um hmmm."
He eyed Rosemary apprehensively.
"A sheath I put over myself exactly where?" He asked very deliberately. If the answer to his question was what he suspected, this condom contraption wasn't the answer to any prayer he ever prayed.
"One guess handsome." Rosemary said crawling into bed next to him and running her fingernail lightly up his length. "Impressive." she commented appreciatively.
He felt a shudder run through his body. Her touch was as arousing as her answer was appalling. He stared at Rosemary with disbelief.
"Let me see if I understand you correctly," Remus closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before asking Rosemary to confirm his worst fear. "You expect me to wrap my penis in rubber before we make love?"
"Technically it's latex, but yes, that's the general idea." She answered with a hopeful smile.
"Please tell me you're joking Ro." he pleaded.
"No joke love. They can't be all that bad. Muggle men use them all the time."
"If this thing is the best Muggles can do for birth control, no wonder you outnumber wizards five thousand to one" Remus grumbled. He found the concept of a physical barrier between two lovers offensive.
"Come on! Where's that Gryffindor bravery I've heard so much about. Take a chance, try something new." Rosemary said trying to cajole a little enthusiasm out of Remus. Since enthusiasm was not forthcoming she tried a different tact. "Ok Remus, consider your alternatives. It's the condom or we play at wizard's chess. What'll it be?"
'This can not be happening' he thought to himself. He looked at the woman lying next to him. She stirred him as no woman ever had before. Abstinence was out of the question. He briefly weighed the relative merits of a baby versus the Muggle rubber wrap and, after a torturous battle with his inner wolf, common sense prevailed. Still agitated from his internal conflict Remus snapped, "Fine, give me the bloody thing and show me what I'm supposed to do with it."
'That didn't come out right.' he immediately thought to himself. He looked at Rosemary and knew he was in trouble before she said a word. She wasn't angry. Angry he could handle. Far worse, she was disappointed.
"Ro, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it came out."
"Never mind." she interrupted quietly as she sat on the side of the bed with her back to him gathering her clothes from the floor. "Don't do me any favors."
Remus sat behind her and pulled her close. She didn't resist when he began to kiss her neck and plead his case.
"Ro, I did NOT mean that the way it sounded. I'm not like that, ask anyone who knows me. I'm lovable, dependable, tragically flawed Remus Lupin. I would never intentionally hurt you like that. I don't know why it came out like that. It's like I was channeling Severus or something.."
"Severus Snape? The potion prick?" Rosemary interrupted with the beginnings of a very small grin. She forgave Remus the moment he put his arms around her. She was grateful for the opportunity to let him off the hook.
'Potion prick.' Remus laughed to himself. That was one he hadn't heard before. He mentally filed it away for future use.
"You've met him?"
"No, never, " she answered. "But seven Weasleys, a Granger and a Potter can't very well be wrong. Although to tell you the truth, I think Hermione fancies him."
"You wouldn't say that if you knew him. He really is a prick."
"Some women find pricks *very* attractive." she informed him in a lilting voice.
"Well I just did my best imitation of a prick and you didn't seem to find it very attractive." He joked.
"No I didn't." she smiled. "You should stick with what you're good at."
They shared a laugh and the tension dissipated as quickly as it had begun. Remus made an additional mental note to thank Severus for being such a greasy git.
"Can we start this over?" Remus asked Rosemary as his hands found their way to her breasts.
"I suppose. Where would you like to start from?" She was losing herself in the sensations he was creating with his hands and with his mouth.
"How about from 'Remus I need you in me now'?" he eagerly suggested.
"I think you're going to have to go back a little bit further." she teased.
"Hmmm. How about from here?" He moved from behind her and eased her back against the mattress. He peppered her face and body with light kisses as he made his way in front of her. He knelt on the floor and placed her legs over his strong shoulders.
Rosemary gasped as Remus lightly blew on her damp chestnut curls. His capable, strong hands gently caressed her inner thighs causing her to tremble with anticipation. His approach was very different from the first time he gave her this most intimate kiss. That had been driven by reflex and passion. This time the passion was choreographed to produce feelings she had never experienced before.
He teased her with an exceptionally gentle touch, skillfully tracing around her entrance with his tongue, savoring her sweet, sweet essence. Her body reacted without conscious thought, rocking her hips, slowly at first and then more forcefully, seeking more of the irresistible sensations he was triggering.
Remus held her hips down on the bed to slow the pace. He wanted their one opportunity to make love to last as long as possible. Using his thumbs, he gently parted her folds and began to lightly stroke her center. The movement of his tongue became bolder as he thrust it in and out of her.
Rosemary's moans became cries as the amazing things that this man could do with his mouth overwhelmed her. He lightened his touch to bring her back down as her body approached release only to build her back up again.
Rosemary was quite sure she would drop dead on the spot if he slowed down one more time.
Using every bit of sensory perception he had, Remus read her body like a book and knew that the time had come to bring her home. He moved his mouth up to her center eagerly licking and sucking on her nub while his fingers skillfully moved inside her. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until her entire body shook with pleasure and she was screaming his name.
Remus laid down next to Rosemary and could not take his eyes off of her. She had the look of a woman well pleasured. Her eyes sparkled, her face and chest were slightly blushed and her breathing had a sensuous catch to it. To Remus, there was no more beautiful sight in the world.
"That was incredible" Rosemary struggled to find the words to express what she was feeling. It was the understatement of the century. "What about you? I don't know if I can match that."
"Don't worry," Remus said kissing her softly on the forehead, "We're not done yet."
"I think I might be." Rosemary regretfully offered. "I'm totally spent."
"We'll see." Remus looked like a man with a secret.
Remus held her close and whispered lover's words in her ear. As she relaxed he began to slowly explore the unexpectedly sensitive areas of her body. He rained feather soft kisses down on her eyelashes, ears, jaw line, collarbone, and wrists. Only when she began to respond to his patient ministrations did he move his attention to the more sensitive areas of her neck, lips and breasts; all the while carefully avoiding the most sensitive area between her legs. He would not touch that until she begged him to.
Remus delighted in her body. He ran his hands up her ribs, cupping her full breasts. He moved his mouth down and took each nipple in turn into his mouth, gently sucking and flicking them with his tongue. He felt her hips begin to move against his. It took every bit of self-control that he possessed to wait until she was ready again before entering her.
Rosemary was astonished to find that her body was responding with need again. The one area he would not touch was the one that was aching to be filled.
"Please Remus, now. I need to feel you inside me. Please."
She didn't need to ask him twice.
"Put that thing on me Ro." Remus commanded hoarsely.
Rosemary quickly complied. Remus hated the feel of the sheath but was determined to deal with it for her sake. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly giving her time to adjust to his presence. He began to move in deep slow thrusts hoping that getting on with things would improve the situation; however, if anything, it only made matters worse.
He had anticipated that sex would feel different with a barrier, what he had not anticipated was the strength of his reaction to the scent. Unlike other men, Remus experienced his world as much through his enhanced sense of smell as he did through sight, sound and touch. This was especially true when he was intimate with a woman. Scent was his roadmap. The heady combination of pheromones, sweat, and natural lubrication let him know when a woman was aroused, when she was fertile and, most importantly, when his actions were satisfying her. The wolf in him reveled in marking his mate with the distinctively masculine scent of his own semen and pheromones.
Remus growled in frustration. Tainting her scent and completely masking his were unnatural chemical odors that reminded him of a potions experiment gone horribly wrong. His aggravation was building; the scent was all wrong, the feel was wrong, everything was wrong. In one decisive moment conscious reason gave way to his carnal nature. He withdrew from her body and tugged the sheath off. He quickly reentered her with a deep groan of satisfaction, immersing himself fully in the total sensory experience.
In an instant he found himself flat on his back with a very angry partner glaring down at him.
"What is god's name do you think you're doing?" Rosemary was incensed.
Carnal thoughts were now a memory and conscious reasoning, seasoned with a healthy dose of apprehension took over. He was impressed with her physical strength. It was a rare woman who could throw off a werewolf in full rut, even in human form. "I can't believe I did that. That thing is awful, I just can't use it."
Rosemary's demeanor softened. "I figured as much." She fell back against the bed. "What are we going to do?"
"I have no earthly idea." Remus answered.
Once again they found themselves laying next to each other and staring at the ceiling in silence. The quiet was eventually broken by Rosemary's quiet laugh.
"I can't imagine what you find funny in all of this." Remus commented.
Rosemary propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him with affection. "The mighty wizard defeats two Deatheaters only to be thwarted by a piece of latex. Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
"The mighty wizard wouldn't have defeated anything if you hadn't heard through the Do Not Notice-" He stopped talking suddenly and processed the beginnings of an idea.
"What? What is it?" Rosemary was intrigued.
"A Do Not Notice charm. Of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner?"
"Probably because you haven't had adequate blood flow to your brain since Flourish and Blotts. What are you playing at Remus?"
"If I put a Do Not Notice charm on the sheath it won't make any difference to you and hopefully it will make everything work for me. I just have to alter the charm a bit. Usually this charm doesn't affect the wizard who casts it, but that should be easy enough to get around."
"One problem. What will you cast the spell on? You killed our one and only sheath."
"That's not a problem." Remus took hold of his wand and cast a repairing spell on the sheath returning it to an unused condition. He cast several spells until he finally hit on one that he seemed satisfied with.
"Can you see the sheath Ro?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Good, I can't see it or smell it. Hopefully I won't feel it either. Will you put it on me again?"
"What do you feel?" she asked as she unrolled the sheath down his length.
"Only your hands." Remus answered with a satisfied sigh.
"Do you want to start this over again?" Rosemary asked with a laugh.
"I suppose. Where do you want to start from?" he parodied their earlier conversation.
"How about from 'Remus I need you in me now'?" she smiled.
"Sounds good to me." he answered as he took possession of her mouth with his own. He positioned himself above her once again and entered her with one slow, sensuous stroke. He marveled at how tight and warm her body was. Their eyes locked as he thrust slowly in and out of her, rubbing himself up against her center with every stroke.
His unhurried, deliberate movements increased the considerable sexual tension that had already built up in her body. Rosemary ached for release. She wanted him hard and fast and she wanted him now. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips to meet his every stroke.
"Please.more..faster." Rosemary had seemingly lost command of the English language but was somehow articulate enough to get her point across. Remus began thrusting and grinding into her with abandon. Every movement he made sent a rush through her bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"Yes! Oh god, yes" she called as he brought her to release again. The force of her contracting muscles was enough to bring him with her.
They lay spent in each other's arms. Remus charmed away his despised sheath as Rosemary absentmindedly traced the scars that covered his chest with her finger. Remus, who was usually self-conscious about the marks, found her touch intimate and comforting. He was especially moved because she didn't ask him how he got the scars, she just accepted them. He didn't need to feel ashamed or wrong with her. In this room, in this bed, with this woman, his burdens were lifted.
"That was amazing." Rosemary said languorously. "You want to do it again?" She felt the rumble of a quiet laugh as her head rested on Remus' chest.
"That is so unlikely for such a variety of reasons." he said pulling her closer.
"You didn't like it?" Rosemary asked.
"Like it? I loved it. I love you. I hate that horrid sheath, but I love you."
"Then we'll have to find a way to get rid of the horrid sheath." Rosemary answered affectionately.
The room was silent except for the sound of the crickets coming in through the open window. After what Remus thought was surely the longest pause in the history of human conversation he finally spoke.
"Ro?"
"Hmmmm."
"I just said I love you."
"I know."
Remus waited through another brutal silence.
"And?" Remus asked hesitantly.
"I need more than a day Remus."
"Can I take that as a maybe?"
Rosemary took Remus' face in her hands and smiled, "You can take that as a probably."