Touching Remus Lupin
The first time I touched Remus Lupin he was asleep. To anyone who knows him knows how important this little fact is. It is a little known fact however that Remus Lupin loves to be touched he's just not used to it. I admire that way firelight catches his golden hair and casts forgiving shadows on his face as I walk towards him. He's asleep in his favorite chair by the fire. I had never dreamt that this opportunity would present itself to me or that I would ever be brave enough to seize it but here I am standing next to his chair. When he does not stir I kneel down next to his chair and look up at the face that entrances me if I allow myself the pleasure of looking at it for too long. My hand trembles a little as I raise it to his face. I run the tips of my fingers along his chin, all the while watching him to see if he stirred. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain myself if he caught me kneeling next to his chair with my hand on his face. None of that seems to matter however as I allow my fingers to trace his jawline to his cheekbone. There is a scar there and my fingers are drawn to it. As I stroke it he shifts in his sleep but I don't, can't remove my hand. I ghost my fingertips over his temple to his forehead, sweeping away some of the golden hair from his brow. As I stroke his forehead the creases on it seem to disappear and he sighs a little in his sleep. I wonder what he looked like as a child. If he always looked as if he'd had the weight of the world on his shoulders or if that came with his bite. I draw little circles as I move down his temple and onto his cheek. I realize quite belatedly that anyone could walk into this room at any moment and I wonder for a moment what people would say if they found me here but the siren call of his lips is too much to resist. You see Remus Lupin's skin has been calling to me since I first laid eyes on him, teasing me during the day and keeping me awake at night. It begs to be touched by me. I feather my fingers over his lips and they part a little so I can feel his breath on my fingers it makes me shiver with desire. I wonder if I should continue and the skin on his neck beckons me. I can see his pulse and am struck by the thought that it seems to be beating a little faster than it should. I look back up at his face, hoping I don't see him looking back at me. Suddenly the knowledge of what I'm doing sinks into me and I force myself to stand and leave him to his slumber. I walk away and out the door, my fingers still tingling from his breath and his skin, and I feel as if my world has caved in around me. The only thing I'm sure of is that can't be the last time I touch Remus Lupin.