This story is a sequel to An American Witch in London, which you can also
find published here at Fanfiction.net. This story is rated R for sexual
situations.
The characters and the world belong to J.K. Rowling with the exception of Tessa Phalen. The story is mine. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 1
Before Tessa opened her eyes she breathed in deeply and sighed. Images of the previous night played in her mind. She remembered his kisses. She savored the touch of his lips in her memory, the strength of his body on hers. She paused in her recollections, replaying the moment their bodies merged together for the first time, still intoxicated by the experience.
A warm, soft, hazy cloud of white light had engulfed them, suspending them for a time that seemed to last forever but was no longer than the time it took to take a breath. She had breathed out then, aware of him, knowing him. Even in her own thoughts, that sounded trite; a sad, weak, watered down description for what they had shared. She wondered if she would ever be able to explain, even to herself, what they had experienced and what connection existed between them.
He had told her that wolves mated for life. She accepted this knowledge; was prepared emotionally, logically, intellectually for this commitment; reveled, in fact, in the wonderful adventure of a life they would be sharing together. She never expected the spiritual, magical connection that had accompanied their union. She wondered if he had been aware that it would occur, then knew he hadn't, knew it had been as powerful a shock to him as well. As close as she could comprehend the experience was an ancient magic, Primal, in fact; A sharing of one's soul so profound that there was no separation between the two; two minds, two bodies, one soul.
Tessa sensed that he lay awake, regarding her as she slept or now was feigning sleep. He moved beside her, turned on his side propping his head on his hand.
Softly, Remus spoke, "Tessa, are you going to open your eyes? It's morning, you know."
Tessa turned and put her arms around him nestling her face into his chest keeping her eyes closed. "It isn't morning until I see the sun shining."
"Tessa," he chuckled.
"If I don't open my eyes, time won't have passed and it can stay last night forever. We won't have to get out of our bed and I won't have to leave tomorrow."
He considered this logic for a moment, "I see your point." Gently he turned her face up to him and kissed her. She felt a sigh of pleasure escape her lips. She opened her eyes. Remus' warm brown eyes looked, smiling, into hers.
"Oh, well, I guess it is morning," she said.
"Yes, love, but there is no reason we need to get out of bed, if that's what you want."
She reached up to touch his face. Her hand brushed the hair from his eyes. Her thumb traced the outline of his nose, his cheek, his lips. "Yes, Remus, that is what I want," she whispered, pulling him down in a passionate kiss.
Remus' hand followed the curve of Tessa's body in a gentle caress that evoked shivers of delight within her. Beginning at her shoulder moving lightly down her side, his hand paused momentarily in its course to gently explore her breast. Tessa arched against him, held her breath and closed her eyes letting herself enjoy the feel of his hand exciting her. She exhaled a slow luxurious breath, opened her eyes and leaned up to continue kissing him.
Resuming its course, his hand traveled down into the curve of her waist then circled under her hip and down her thigh to rest behind her knee. Gently he lifted her leg, sliding it over his own, bringing it up to hook over his hip.
Tessa, although happy being entangled this way, his strong arms about her and well-formed legs entwined with hers, saw an opportunity. She placed a hand on his shoulder and with a gentle pressure pushed him onto his back. Remus looked surprised and pleased with this turn of events.
Tessa, though not what one might call experienced, knew that Remus had never been with anyone before. She felt it her responsibility to share her knowledge with him. She raised herself provocatively, straddling him and placed one hand on her hip tracing designs on his lean, well-muscled stomach with the other.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat and adopted her best professorial tone, "There are a few things I think we should cover before we begin. First, this is a serious subject and I will require your undivided attention." He leered at her. A fiery sparkle lit her eyes as she continued, "Second, creativity and experimentation are heartily encouraged."
With a quickness that made her gasp, he sat up nearly toppling her backwards. He caught her and kissed her fiercely on the mouth, then began slowly tracing her throat and collarbone with soft kisses all the while lying back onto the pillows, her on top of him.
"Remus," she breathed.
"Yes, professor?" he asked while his tongued teased her ear.
She turned forest green eyes to look into his warm, brown ones. He saw a depth there that spoke passion, desire and most of all, love. As they kissed staring into each others eyes, he lifted her hips slightly and then entered her.
The white light enveloped them. In her mind she saw the wolf and the man intertwined in one holographic image, one never fully seen without the ghostly form of the other, hovering about them. Under her hand she felt the smooth muscled form of the man and the warm fur of the wolf. She breathed out. The white light faded and she saw Remus beneath her, the man who had a wolf somewhere inside him, her love. His movement below her brought her back into the moment and they continued exploring their passion.
The sun had risen much higher in the sky and the two of them again lay contented holding each other in their bed.
"Remus?"
"Yes, love?"
"I think we need to get up now. I have to find out when we are leaving tomorrow and..."
He interrupted her, "No, I think I shall keep you here." He held onto her possessively, "I will send an owl to Dumbledore and let him know he needs to find a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Remus," she laughed and started to get up. He pulled her back, kissing her.
"I mean it. It only took him a few months to find a new teacher. It took me nearly a lifetime to find a wife," he stopped and looked a bit startled at his own pronouncement. They hadn't really named each other husband and wife before; although, no other word would work. Wolves mated, people married.
She kissed him reassuringly. "Remus, seriously, we can talk about words or names or titles if you want, but whatever what word we use, we are together for life. We knew this." He nodded and she continued, "I know it won't be easy being apart, but we are connected no matter the distance." She searched his face for understanding, "You feel that too, don't you?"
"Yes, Tessa, I know that. I feel your feelings, I sense your presence. There is no need to school me on your desires; I know what you want as soon as you want it." She blushed at this despite herself. When he continued, his tone became more serious, "I realize that distance means nothing to us, but having finally found you, I don't want to let you out of my arms so soon."
She tried to smile into his earnest face but tears welled in her eyes. She laid her head on his chest, tears spilling onto his skin. "Remus, I don't want to leave you. We knew I had to go. It's..." She couldn't find the words to continue.
"Shh, Tessa, I'm sorry," Remus held her, stroking her hair to comfort her. "I'm so sorry, love. I know you have to go. I was being an idiot, selfish." Trying to lighten the mood, he said, "Good job, Remus, your first day as a husband and already you're making her cry."
Tessa laughed through her tears and held onto him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Thank you. I love you. Everything will be alright."
He hugged her and said, "I know it will." Adopting a playful manner he slid from the bed, "Alright then, if we're going to face the world, I suppose I must find my clothes."
From her perch on the bed she watched him gather his things from about the room. She had to forcibly controller her breathing as his naked from moved around the room. Taking advantage of the full light of day she familiarized herself with his masculine form. Her eyes traveled the length of him admiring how his shoulders tapered nicely down to his narrow hips. She watched the play of his muscles as he crouched down to pick up his pants noting the strength in his legs. Her eyes moved up his legs and he turned around to face her. She blushed as he suddenly presented her a much more private view. He leered at her as he pulled on his trousers knowing her thoughts.
He leaned on the bedpost admonishing her, "Alright Mrs. ...um" he shook his head and tried, "Professor, ah...," he considered for a moment and settled on, "You! Stop lazing about and cover yourself before I change my mind."
"Yes, dear." She bounced out of bed, brushed closely past him and went to her bag to pull out an outfit for the day. She took her time, allowing him an equally full viewing of her. Behind her she heard him take a deep breath and very slowly let it out. She smiled knowing that she had achieved the desired affect.
She decided on a deep purple , ankle-length skirt which she layered with a lacey black over skirt. She rolled the waistbands down to her hips revealing a tattoo of a Celtic mandala around her navel. She chose a simple black cap sleeved fitted Tee which ended just above the tattoo. She turned to Remus who looked her up and down obviously approving of her choice. She moved close to him and kissed him.
He put his arms lazily around her hips and teased, "Are you sure we have to go downstairs?"
"Don't start that again," she warned. "I still need to do my hair and...other things. Do you want to go on ahead?"
"I should actually change; I've been in these clothes for two days. I would love to stay and watch you more, but it is probably safer for me to see to my own...ah....toilette."
She kissed him again and before he could protest she pushed him towards the door. With one last kiss he was gone. She proceeded to braid her hair and select a few pendants. She made her way to the bathroom to freshen up a bit then went back into her room to tidy up. She grabbed her wand and placed in the pocket of her over skirt. She left her room and spied Remus' door just shutting. With difficulty, she suppressed an urge to join him and descended the stairs.
The characters and the world belong to J.K. Rowling with the exception of Tessa Phalen. The story is mine. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 1
Before Tessa opened her eyes she breathed in deeply and sighed. Images of the previous night played in her mind. She remembered his kisses. She savored the touch of his lips in her memory, the strength of his body on hers. She paused in her recollections, replaying the moment their bodies merged together for the first time, still intoxicated by the experience.
A warm, soft, hazy cloud of white light had engulfed them, suspending them for a time that seemed to last forever but was no longer than the time it took to take a breath. She had breathed out then, aware of him, knowing him. Even in her own thoughts, that sounded trite; a sad, weak, watered down description for what they had shared. She wondered if she would ever be able to explain, even to herself, what they had experienced and what connection existed between them.
He had told her that wolves mated for life. She accepted this knowledge; was prepared emotionally, logically, intellectually for this commitment; reveled, in fact, in the wonderful adventure of a life they would be sharing together. She never expected the spiritual, magical connection that had accompanied their union. She wondered if he had been aware that it would occur, then knew he hadn't, knew it had been as powerful a shock to him as well. As close as she could comprehend the experience was an ancient magic, Primal, in fact; A sharing of one's soul so profound that there was no separation between the two; two minds, two bodies, one soul.
Tessa sensed that he lay awake, regarding her as she slept or now was feigning sleep. He moved beside her, turned on his side propping his head on his hand.
Softly, Remus spoke, "Tessa, are you going to open your eyes? It's morning, you know."
Tessa turned and put her arms around him nestling her face into his chest keeping her eyes closed. "It isn't morning until I see the sun shining."
"Tessa," he chuckled.
"If I don't open my eyes, time won't have passed and it can stay last night forever. We won't have to get out of our bed and I won't have to leave tomorrow."
He considered this logic for a moment, "I see your point." Gently he turned her face up to him and kissed her. She felt a sigh of pleasure escape her lips. She opened her eyes. Remus' warm brown eyes looked, smiling, into hers.
"Oh, well, I guess it is morning," she said.
"Yes, love, but there is no reason we need to get out of bed, if that's what you want."
She reached up to touch his face. Her hand brushed the hair from his eyes. Her thumb traced the outline of his nose, his cheek, his lips. "Yes, Remus, that is what I want," she whispered, pulling him down in a passionate kiss.
Remus' hand followed the curve of Tessa's body in a gentle caress that evoked shivers of delight within her. Beginning at her shoulder moving lightly down her side, his hand paused momentarily in its course to gently explore her breast. Tessa arched against him, held her breath and closed her eyes letting herself enjoy the feel of his hand exciting her. She exhaled a slow luxurious breath, opened her eyes and leaned up to continue kissing him.
Resuming its course, his hand traveled down into the curve of her waist then circled under her hip and down her thigh to rest behind her knee. Gently he lifted her leg, sliding it over his own, bringing it up to hook over his hip.
Tessa, although happy being entangled this way, his strong arms about her and well-formed legs entwined with hers, saw an opportunity. She placed a hand on his shoulder and with a gentle pressure pushed him onto his back. Remus looked surprised and pleased with this turn of events.
Tessa, though not what one might call experienced, knew that Remus had never been with anyone before. She felt it her responsibility to share her knowledge with him. She raised herself provocatively, straddling him and placed one hand on her hip tracing designs on his lean, well-muscled stomach with the other.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat and adopted her best professorial tone, "There are a few things I think we should cover before we begin. First, this is a serious subject and I will require your undivided attention." He leered at her. A fiery sparkle lit her eyes as she continued, "Second, creativity and experimentation are heartily encouraged."
With a quickness that made her gasp, he sat up nearly toppling her backwards. He caught her and kissed her fiercely on the mouth, then began slowly tracing her throat and collarbone with soft kisses all the while lying back onto the pillows, her on top of him.
"Remus," she breathed.
"Yes, professor?" he asked while his tongued teased her ear.
She turned forest green eyes to look into his warm, brown ones. He saw a depth there that spoke passion, desire and most of all, love. As they kissed staring into each others eyes, he lifted her hips slightly and then entered her.
The white light enveloped them. In her mind she saw the wolf and the man intertwined in one holographic image, one never fully seen without the ghostly form of the other, hovering about them. Under her hand she felt the smooth muscled form of the man and the warm fur of the wolf. She breathed out. The white light faded and she saw Remus beneath her, the man who had a wolf somewhere inside him, her love. His movement below her brought her back into the moment and they continued exploring their passion.
The sun had risen much higher in the sky and the two of them again lay contented holding each other in their bed.
"Remus?"
"Yes, love?"
"I think we need to get up now. I have to find out when we are leaving tomorrow and..."
He interrupted her, "No, I think I shall keep you here." He held onto her possessively, "I will send an owl to Dumbledore and let him know he needs to find a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Remus," she laughed and started to get up. He pulled her back, kissing her.
"I mean it. It only took him a few months to find a new teacher. It took me nearly a lifetime to find a wife," he stopped and looked a bit startled at his own pronouncement. They hadn't really named each other husband and wife before; although, no other word would work. Wolves mated, people married.
She kissed him reassuringly. "Remus, seriously, we can talk about words or names or titles if you want, but whatever what word we use, we are together for life. We knew this." He nodded and she continued, "I know it won't be easy being apart, but we are connected no matter the distance." She searched his face for understanding, "You feel that too, don't you?"
"Yes, Tessa, I know that. I feel your feelings, I sense your presence. There is no need to school me on your desires; I know what you want as soon as you want it." She blushed at this despite herself. When he continued, his tone became more serious, "I realize that distance means nothing to us, but having finally found you, I don't want to let you out of my arms so soon."
She tried to smile into his earnest face but tears welled in her eyes. She laid her head on his chest, tears spilling onto his skin. "Remus, I don't want to leave you. We knew I had to go. It's..." She couldn't find the words to continue.
"Shh, Tessa, I'm sorry," Remus held her, stroking her hair to comfort her. "I'm so sorry, love. I know you have to go. I was being an idiot, selfish." Trying to lighten the mood, he said, "Good job, Remus, your first day as a husband and already you're making her cry."
Tessa laughed through her tears and held onto him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Thank you. I love you. Everything will be alright."
He hugged her and said, "I know it will." Adopting a playful manner he slid from the bed, "Alright then, if we're going to face the world, I suppose I must find my clothes."
From her perch on the bed she watched him gather his things from about the room. She had to forcibly controller her breathing as his naked from moved around the room. Taking advantage of the full light of day she familiarized herself with his masculine form. Her eyes traveled the length of him admiring how his shoulders tapered nicely down to his narrow hips. She watched the play of his muscles as he crouched down to pick up his pants noting the strength in his legs. Her eyes moved up his legs and he turned around to face her. She blushed as he suddenly presented her a much more private view. He leered at her as he pulled on his trousers knowing her thoughts.
He leaned on the bedpost admonishing her, "Alright Mrs. ...um" he shook his head and tried, "Professor, ah...," he considered for a moment and settled on, "You! Stop lazing about and cover yourself before I change my mind."
"Yes, dear." She bounced out of bed, brushed closely past him and went to her bag to pull out an outfit for the day. She took her time, allowing him an equally full viewing of her. Behind her she heard him take a deep breath and very slowly let it out. She smiled knowing that she had achieved the desired affect.
She decided on a deep purple , ankle-length skirt which she layered with a lacey black over skirt. She rolled the waistbands down to her hips revealing a tattoo of a Celtic mandala around her navel. She chose a simple black cap sleeved fitted Tee which ended just above the tattoo. She turned to Remus who looked her up and down obviously approving of her choice. She moved close to him and kissed him.
He put his arms lazily around her hips and teased, "Are you sure we have to go downstairs?"
"Don't start that again," she warned. "I still need to do my hair and...other things. Do you want to go on ahead?"
"I should actually change; I've been in these clothes for two days. I would love to stay and watch you more, but it is probably safer for me to see to my own...ah....toilette."
She kissed him again and before he could protest she pushed him towards the door. With one last kiss he was gone. She proceeded to braid her hair and select a few pendants. She made her way to the bathroom to freshen up a bit then went back into her room to tidy up. She grabbed her wand and placed in the pocket of her over skirt. She left her room and spied Remus' door just shutting. With difficulty, she suppressed an urge to join him and descended the stairs.