AN: Hello everyone, sorry its taken so long to post but this chapter went to another place which I wasn't expecting at all. I am going to be taking a break from the story, I need some time to figure out where this is going.

He lifts his head from my breasts and he looks at me intensely. I can't help but to close my eyes, the intensity of his stare is overwhelming me. He gently let one of his fingers caress my collarbone as his other hand caresses my jaw as he takes a deep breath and sighs. The gentleness was unexpected but not unwelcome, like a cool breeze on a hot summer night.

"Sorry, I got carried away".

My hands suddenly slide down the wall. He grabs my wrists with his hands and rubs soothing circles into them with his thumbs.

I sigh in pleasure and he laughs softly. I open my eyes to see that his pupils are a soft yellow.

I gasp, I've never seen his eyes this color other than when he is in wolf form. He looks at me confused and his hands still on my wrists as I rush to explain myself.

"Your eyes, they're yellow".

His eyes widen and his lips turn down as he turns his face away from me and turns his body and starts to pull away. I pull my wrists away from him and grab his face to turn him toward me as I press my legs harder into his waist, his body is so tense under mine.

"I just made an observation, nothing more. Please don't shut me out or pull away from me".

I use the softest, most comforting voice I can muster. I watch him sigh shakily.

He turns his face toward me and his eyes are no longer lust filled but filled with fear and pain.

I rub my thumbs gently across his beard stubble with one hand as I take my other and slowly bring my finger to the one of the scars that starts at his chin and goes across his eye and touches his hair line. I let my finger lightly trace the scar and he flinches violently at my touch. I slowly lean forward and slowly kiss the places my finger traced. His beard stubble feels so rough against my lips. He gasps and I pull away just enough to look at him looking at me with confusion and sadness filling his eyes. He looks so helpless now, so powerless and my heart breaks for him.

"I'm not afraid of what you are Remus. You being a werewolf and having scars doesn't stop you from being attractive or someone I am honored to know. Your scars are beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

I can see and hear the disgust on his face and in his voice.

"Yes beautiful. We all carry scars, darling, even if they are not always on display. Scars are a reminder to us and proof to others that we have lived a full life, that we have experienced pain and loss and have triumphed. You have more scars than anyone I have ever met and yet you are the most beautiful person I know. To be here with you now, to know that you have chosen me above all others is a gift that has a meaning I can never adequately express, that can never be repaid. See"

I hold my arm out in front of his face and I slowly let my glamour come off my arm so he can see the scar left by Bellatrix proclaiming that I'm a mudblood.

"Remus looks at the scar for a minute taking it in.

"When and who did this to you?"

"Greyback and the Snatchers caught us as we were searching for horcruxes and brought us to Malfoy Manor where Bellatrix then tortured me, left this on my arm to remember her by, and then killed Dobby".

I feel Remus wiping my face with his cheeks looking at me with pity.

"If scars are so beautiful, then why do you hide yours?"

His voice was so soft, as though he was afraid of hurting me with his question.

"Harry blames himself, namely because by saying the name Voldemort, he alerted the snatchers to our position. Both Harry and Ron heard my screams while they were trapped in the basement unable to help me and I know how much it bothers them. Everyone in the war lost things, and these scars are a direct reminder of the irrational hatred that turns neighbor against neighbor and friend against friend. I just don't want to hurt anyone by reminding them of things they would rather forget. Their grief is too fresh and too raw".

"Why did you hide them from me?"

"I hid them from you because I didn't want to burden you. Besides, how could I show my scars to someone who is so repulsed by his own that he hates them and himself?"

"Touchè"

"Remus, don't be sad. Scars or no scars you're a hell of a lot better than most people get. I'm blessed to be here with you now and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world".

He smiles softly at me and I watch as a tear makes its way down his face. He looks so weary now as though our conversation alone has aged him. I watch him close his eyes.

I gently touch his face, letting my thumb rub his cheek and then I lean in and kiss him softly and tenderly on the lips. I pull away and after a moment he opens his eyes and I notice that he is looking at me deeply.

He lightly grabs my arm and slowly brings it to his lips, kissing my scar the same way I kissed his, letting his lips linger on my skin. I can't help but shiver as his lips ghost over my unmarked skin. It feels wonderful and my lust surges forward.

"Cold"?

I can't help but giggle.

"How could I be cold when a handsome man is kissing me?"

He laughs deeply. I've never heard him laugh like this, ever. I suddenly realize that most of the time he tends to control his reactions around others and it makes me sad.

"I love when you laugh like that. I demand that you do it more often in my presence, Mr. Lupin".

"I love how bossy you are".