~ Interlude two, or Watching Him Sleep ~
I watch him as he sleeps, following the movement of his chest as it rises and falls. Feeling the soft breathing on my cheek and hearing the snuffling, contented sounds he makes.
It is day now, the sunlight filters into the room and I can see every inch of your bare skin. Tinted with light, you glow like a figure in a Renaissance painting. All porcelain skin and luminosity
Three times I've slept with you, and each time it felt so right that with every thrust or kiss I wanted to weep for joy. The first time was when I lost my virginity.
To either of the sexes.
And it felt so good. You would disagree, but I can see why Malfoy wanted to and why Sirius still wants to, sleep with you.
You are such a passionate lover. Considerate and infinite in your tenderness, but at the same time so fervent. You are intoxicating, I've had so much of you and now I want more.
I am still in shock at the emotions that run through my veins as I hold you in my arms. The same voice that once instructed me in how to perform the perfect Patronus, now whispers tantalisingly arousing words in my ear.
The hands that showed me the right way to swish my wand when I was a lowly third year, now pleasures me beyond belief.
The taboo of our relationship is so strong that every night spent in decadence with you, fills me with thrills beyond description. Take me again Remus… show me the extent of your animalistic passion.
Give into temptation and lie with me for the rest of eternity.
The pillows and the bed sheets will not gossip.
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