This chapter is rated R for sexuality. If you are at all sensitive I would skip down until you see the division line. I've warned you..... It's going to get awful steamy in here.....Seriously hot even.

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Chapter 20

"So I was almost dead?" Analise asked Remus disbelievingly as they sat in her living room.

"Yes. It scared me to death." He answered as he twirled her golden locks idly around his fingers.

"Well it's a good thing that you came to my house then." She said tenderly as she leaned up to kiss him. He didn't respond to the kiss so Analise pulled back to gaze at him. One look into his aggrieved gray eyes and she knew he was picturing her dead right now.

"Hey." She said softly as she angled his eyes to look into hers. "It didn't happen. I'm here."

"Thanks to Snape." Remus said bitterly.

"Well yes. But thanks to Lupin too." She coaxed. "You're the one who stopped Bellatrix mid-Unforgivable."

"Analise, I'm sorry." He said apologetically.

"You've said that already." She smiled.

"Well I just want you to know that..." He started. But she'd never know what he wanted her to know because she cut him off with another kiss.

"Analise..." He said as he pulled back.

"Will you just shut up and kiss me?" She begged.

Remus looked into her wanton eyes and lost himself in their sparkling depths. What was I trying to say, he thought as he gazed at her parted lips. Who cares? Look at her. She's aching to be kissed. Or am I aching to kiss her?

He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist so she was pressed intimately to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this here? We're not flying after all." He teased.

"Remus please." She urged.

He pulled her down and kissed her softly at first, then with more intensity. He could hear her cooing low in her throat when his tongue sought hers and began dueling.

He wound his fingers in her thick hair to hold her head still when he broke the kiss and trailed caresses down her neck and collar bone until he came to rest at the bodice of her blouse.

Remus looked into her burning blue eyes for permission and was met with heated acceptance. He pulled her shirt agonizingly slowly over her head and tossed it on the floor. Leaving her in her lacy black bra for only a moment before he removed that and added it to her shirt in a pile.

He drew his fingers up her rib cage toward the undersides of her breasts and watched in mute fascination as her nipples pebbled before he'd even touched them. He traced patterns lightly over the tips with his lips, tongue and fingers and they tightened even further causing Analise to expel a loud moan.

Analise was losing herself in the heady sensations of Remus' deft touch. She could feel his straining erection pressing against her, begging for attention. She pulled away slightly to begin clawing at his shirt. When it was finally out of the way she leaned forward and delighted for a moment in the sensation of the hair on his chest peaking her already almost painfully hard nipples. She scraped her nails lightly against his own nipples and it was his turn to shudder.

She reached for his buckle and made quick work of removing it before she rose from his lap. She maintained eye contact as she pushed her skirt and panties down so she was vulnerably naked in front of him. She offered her hand and he took it to rise from the couch. He pushed down his own remaining clothes so he was standing there in all his male glory.

Analise knelt in front of him and grinned wickedly before taking him in her ready mouth. He tipped his head back and moaned her name as he tangled his hand in her hair as he gently guided her. But when she scraped her nails against him he knew he was going to lose it.

He drug her to her feet and quickly swept her into his strong arms before he practically ran to her bedroom.

"You're a wicked, wicked witch." He said gruffly as he deposited her on the bed.

He blazed a hot path down her stomach to her intimate folds and felt her tense as she prepared for the onslaught. He dipped his tongue into her core and heard her scream out his name as she clutched at his head. He lapped and nibbled lazily as he pushed her to the brink. He felt her stiffen and pulled away quickly to push himself into her.

Analise shrieked as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. It was too much, yet not enough. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she met him, thrust for thrust. Each plunge causing her to coil tighter and tighter until she was blissfully pushed over the edge. Light shot from behind her eyelids and sound was roaring deafeningly in her ears as Remus came with her. She dully realized the loud noise was her crying out and bit down lightly on his shoulder in effort to subside her reverberating passion.

Remus collapsed on top of her, completely spent and felt her run her fingers lightly through his hair.

"I love you Remus." She said softly.

"I love you too Analise." He answered just as softly as he rolled over and tucked her into the crook of his arm.

They lay in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts until they gently drifted off to sleep.

They were awoke the next morning by a pounding on the door. Finally the knocking stopped and they were instead faced with Severus Snape, standing in the bedroom, gaping at the sight of them.

Remus was laying bare chested in the bed with the sheets pushed dangerously low on his waist, he was holding a groggy Analise whose breasts were bared and were pebbled from the cold, which was causing Snape to blush in heated embarrassment.

It actually might have been funny to see a blushing, flustered, not-knowing-where-to-look Snape, but Remus was too concerned on why Snape was so panic stricken to find the situation amusing.

"Oh my! For Merlin's Sake. Will you cover yourself up!" Snape blustered at them as he gazed around for something else to look at besides winking nipples. From Remus' to Analise's, everywhere he looked there was nipples, nipples, and more nipples.

"You're the one who came storming in here uninvited!" Analise shot back as she nonetheless tugged the sheet over herself protectively in mortification.

"What's wrong Severus?" Remus asked.

"It's Dumbledore. He's missing." Snape answered with chagrin.

"Missing?" Analise inquired as though confused.

"That's right." Severus answered as he chanced a look at her, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw she had covered herself.

"Voldemort!" Said Remus and Analise at the same time as they thought back to the journal.

I have made an update to chapter 18. I found a hideous typo in there. Either no one noticed or you were all too nice to tell me. I'm betting you were all just too nice to tell me. But it bugged the crap out of me, so I had to fix it. I had the word men instead of women when I was referring to Bellatrix and Analise. Grrr.