He was not going to blow his only shot.

Sliding her to the edge of the counter he stood without breaking contact and pressed her against him. He held her tiny frame to his chest with one hand cradling her head with his fingers tangled in her wild curls and his other hand bracing her at the small of her back. He loved her; he knew that, now he just had to prove it to her. He kissed her with all of the passion concealed

Before breaking the kiss to breath he tugged her bottom lip between his teeth and nuzzled her cheek. The hand in her hair came down to her waist as well as the one on her back. Looking at her he saw a thing of beauty - lust laden eyes, tangled hair, swollen lips and red tinged cheeks.

His right hand grazed down her leg as he reveled in her beauty only to discover that her nightgown had risen to just below her hips and he was nestled between her thighs pressed close to her center.

His thumbs drew circles on her exposed skin and he leaned in again to nip at her lips. Kissing along her jaw and occasionally sucking lightly on the skin he made his way to her throat, when he reached her pulse point he gently took it between his teeth, licking and sucking he tasted her sweet skin and growled low in his throat. For an instant he was horrified that he let her hear him like that until her fingers began digging into his shoulders to pull him closer and let out a soft whimpering sigh.

At that pleading noise pulled her flush against him urging her to wrap her legs around him. He held her at her hips and stepped back from the counter heading towards the kitchen door. Their fist time together would be in a proper bed.

Hermione couldn't believe it. He wasn't mad. He wanted her, at least for a while and she wasn't going to argue. His mouth was amazing soft and hard all at the same time. She hadn't expected the passion he exhibited from their first kiss. It was overwhelming but she was glad of it. When she could catch her breath she noticed him looking at her and it made her blush a shade redder then she already was. Then he leaned in again and instead of capturing her mouth (and she would be a willing captive) he began a trail down her throat. When she felt the vibration of his growl she couldn't help herself and whimpered with need. Trying to draw him closer in her delirium she clutched at his shoulders.

He lifted her from the counter and she could feel him pressed against her abdomen. He held her as if she weighted nothing and swept out of the room. When he stopped the exploration of her neck she took her opportunity to do the same. Starting with his jaw she left tiny kisses everywhere she could reach and began to unbutton the shirt from the collar. When she had the top of his shirt unbuttoned she pushed it off of his shoulders and attacked the juncture between his throat and shoulder with lips tongue and teeth.

She as rewarded by a soft groan. When he shifted her in his arms to climb the stair she wriggled closer and felt him falter slightly at the movement. She grinned triumphantly into his shoulder and felt his right hand slip down over the back of her hip and grasp her ass tightly. With his left hand he opened the door to his chamber not bothering with the lights.

Remus sat her on the bed giving her a lingering kiss on the lips and stepped back.

He looked magnificent. Strong and feral but his eyes also held affection. This was the Remus that she had been dreaming about for as long as she had realized her feelings. "Hermione, pet, is this what you want? I need to hear you say it before we go any further." Surprised by his vulnerability she reached out a hand for him, "Yes Remus I want this, I want this very much."

Relief was evident on his face as Remus took her hand and sat beside her on the bed. She could just barely see the line of his face soften in relief in the moonlight. Touched by his show of emotion she leaned over and kissed his lips gently and unbuttoned the cuffs at his wrists. She then swiftly finished with the front of his dress shirt nearly tearing it off of him.

When she could finally see his chest in all its glory she reached forward to run her hands down his collarbone to the waist of his slacks. She could feel the traced of scar tissue from the hardships in his life. She felt him begin to shy away so she bent forward and left a small kiss on a long jagged scar just below his collarbone.

The scars did not bother her- they were from his changes and the war instead to her they were a badge of courage. She cherished his scars they were like a map for his life. Each had a story – like the one she kissed- she knew was from a curse he took to save a little girl caught in the cross fire of a battle with Death Eaters. It was his Medal of Valor.

His hands moved to the hem of her nightgown that was gathered at her waist still from the ride up the steps and she helped him guide it over her head. He continued to look into her eyes until the nightgown lay forgotten on the floor. Only then did his eyes venture down and his hand caressed the underside of a swollen breast. The fire in his eyes was enough encouragement for her not to feel uncomfortable at his silence. He looked back into her eyes and said one word – one name- hers.

Remus pulled her onto his lap while capturing her lips for another passionate kiss he continued to tease her breasts with his fingers. Soft caresses, kneading strokes, sharp tugs and back again until she was restless and wet. Reaching down she unclasped his trousers and her hand burrowed inside until it encountered her prize.

Grunting he rolled them so that she was beneath his long frame and kissed a trail down her body. Her small hands that had long left his hardened member were now tangled in his hair. He glanced up to see her reaction to what he was about to do and knew that what he saw on her face would forever leave an imprint on his mind. Lust, need, love were all there and all for him. He nearly wept at the sight. Of course he wouldn't - not at a time like this.

Hermione had her hands in his hair and her head tilted up to see him. He ran his fingers over the edged of her soft cotton panties. They were so Hermione- soft, feminine and efficient. He kissed her hip and began to slide her undergarment from her body. Leaving a trail of kisses to her delicate ankle he dropped them from the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving her body.

He completed the job on his pants and returned to her at the head of the bed bracing above her on his forearms her shapely thighs cradling him. She was ready for him, he knew it and he didn't know if he could wait much longer. There would be more time later for foreplay, he promised himself that. Kissing her shoulder he heard her beg, "Please Remus."

He sank into her body and with sure slow strokes he began to make love to his mate.

He was trying to be gentle and she appreciated that but she wanted him to enjoy it as well. She set her heels into the mattress and began to rise to meet his strokes, quickening the pace. She heard his breathing hitch and knew that he heard her message loud and clear.

She bit his chest not hard exactly just this side of pleasure and was please to hear a growl come from his chest…..Oh …. That was lovely. The vibrations traveled through his body into hers causing lovely little lights to dance before her eyes and her subsequent orgasm.

Feeling her walls tighten around him he sped up further seeking his own release. When he felt that his orgasm was imminent he slid a hand between them to caress her clit. She came again, the second orgasm drawing a startled cry from her lips and he muffled them with his own. Her body was still convulsing beneath him when he reached his climax.