A/N - So a few things. This is another drabble to add to the collection. This is unedited and Remione. Time travel is implied. Mature theme in here folks. Inspired by "Slow Hands" by Niall Horan. Damn song wouldn't get out of my head.
Hands slowly roamed across her skin. She arched into the touch, her long hair spread out like a halo around her body. With each new touch a whimper escaped her mouth. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the tortuous affection her lover was showing her. A mouth started at her ankle and slowly kissed at a hot trail to her thighs and hips. She rolled her hips without thinking, trying to arch closer to him and to feel any contact that she could. They may not be in a rush but the want and need was building inside of her. His mouth finally landed on her most sensitive spot and she cried out and spread her legs a little further for him.
The hands continued down their path to squeeze her inner thighs, his tongue dipping inside of her. The inferno inside of her burning his lips and tongue. She grasped at his hair with a loud moan, his eyes popping back open glowing a chocolate brown. Her nipples stood at attention and undulated his hips against him before he stopped and pushed her hips against the bed, withdrawing his mouth. He whispered directly against her, "Uh uh, sweetheart. We're taking our time remember?" His mouth ghosted against her lips, using his own to push small kisses, sending chills throughout her body.
She whined against him and gyrated her hips. "But I'm done taking my time," she whispered in his ear, "I just want you." He smirked and kissed her again. "But I'm having so much fun." She growled and flipped him over, taking control finally, "Remus, enough. I cannot stand this anymore."
Hermione rose herself above him, tracing the scars on his chest and sheathed herself on him. A groan came from his lips and she threw her head back in pleasure. Her eyes glassed over and she whispered, "Shit, why did you want to wait again?"
He groaned, "Fucked if I know but if you don't move soon I just may die." Gold flashed against the werewolf's irises. "There he is," she murmured and with a moan, she began to slam herself onto him. He dug his hands into her hips and pushed up against her. Any thought that he had was gone and all he could think of was the tightness that was exclusively her.
Her moans became louder and louder as she got closer to the end. A storm was rising within in her, her body flushed. Slick, sweaty bodies moving as one. "Oh...Remus…" she sighed out before she crested. White flashed behind her eyes and her walls clenched in a vicious grip around his shaft. "Shitshitshit," he muttered and he flipped her back over and began to pump wildly into her, his shaggy hair hiding the green and yellow in his eyes. "So close," he muttered.
On a gasp she moaned out, "Come for me Remus," and with another few strokes, he was there. The high unbelievable.
He collapsed on top of her, spent. "One-day witch, we will have slow hands. What's the rush?"
She laughed and swatted him and then from the base of the Common Room stairs, they heard "Ohhh Moony! RIGHT THERE!" James Potter and Sirius Black cackled with glee.