"Remus," she whispered into his ear tenderly. He moved so that he was looking into her beautiful green eyes, their faces just inches apart. She looked up into his face, stroking his cheek, and smiled. "Je t'aime."
They were two different people. His body was withered, her body oozed of youth. He saw the world as cruel, unfair. She saw the world as simply misunderstanding everything they saw. He was English, she was Spanish. But they got along. They were both young and in school, both with worldly views, and both spoke French to get their points across. Not to mention, they were both werewolves.
He slid off of her, pulling her hands with him so she had to get out from under the covers and slide off of the bed that they had made love him. He pulled to the edge of the light the window caste, and paused. He turned to her, taking in her whole naked body. He searched her eyes for something, not even asking his question, simply demanding the answer.
"Vas," she whispered, and go he did. He suddenly had her in a suffocating hug, his lips crushing hers, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and receiving it. Slowly, together, they moved into the moonlight, allowing it to cover their naked bodies with it's rays that cursed them.
As they transformed, she closed her eyes, beginning to feel the world melt away as if it was far behind. She felt his teeth sink into her neck, and the howl that followed, letting anyone who might here it know that she was his, now and forever. They were mates.