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(A/N: WARNING: sexual content )

Remus' intent was unmistakable as his hands moved smoothly up Hermione hips, rough fingertips caressing her silky skin.

However the nerves resting in her skin were not the only one's that his caress was stimulating. Irrationally, Hermione started to curse whoever had designed her pajamas that, in her sudden opinion, were definitely lacking in the abundance of buttons. Or alternatively, she reasoned, deficient in the quality of buttons – perhaps the investment could have been made in ones that could not be removed so easily by teeth?

Either way Hermione's buttons were quickly abandoning their duty as Remus' wicked mouth flicked them out of place. Once the last lone button was released Remus nuzzled his head into the soft flesh of her stomach, his hair falling over his face to tickle her sensitive skin.

His movements caused the material of her open shirt to slide smoothly off the planes of her body and when Remus looked up he growled appreciatively at the sight of her naked breasts.

Hermione let out a small gasp as the cold air hit her nipples and the act seemed to remind her of her capability of speech.

"Remus?" she whispered to the man seemingly hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

His brilliant blue eyes flickered up to meet hers and he rose up to answer her question with a searing kiss. His tongue battled for dominance, which she gave easily. The kiss ended and as his mouth traveled down the curve of her neck Hermione continued, "Are you sure your feeling up to this? I mean – you mustn't put unnecessary stress on your body especially just after –"

"Hermione," he breathed, his words warm against her collarbone. "I am fine. Better than fine. And I assure you this is anything but unnecessary." He punctuated his sentence with a long lick along the top of her shoulder that made Hermione shiver pleasantly.

Desperate she raked her brain for anything that might deter him for just a few more seconds – "What – what about your Transfiguration essay? It's due Monday after all and it – it took me forever to finish mine and if you're feeling well now you might as well make use of it and – ummm – and … ahhh."

Hermione lost all sensible thought as his warm wet mouth attached to one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the raised tip. One hand traveled up to cup the neglected breast as his other hand pushed its way underneath her pajama clad bottom, lifting it up and deleting the space that existed between their lower halves.

"I got an extension and I am making use of this time," Remus replied with the suspicion that Hermione no longer knew (or cared) what he was referring too. A suspicion confirmed as she let out an annoyed moan, pushing his head back to her breast and fingers pulling at the hemline of his shirt.

She managed to pull the shirt from his pants and pushed it up his back. Disgruntled that Remus had to once again de-attach from her breast to remove the offending item, she threw it angrily at the ground.

Remus smirked at her obvious impatience and ground his hips into hers to show her his likewise arousal.

The building pressure between her legs welcomed the feel of Remus' throbbing erection and she vaguely wondered if she really had been nervous ten minutes before?

Surely not.

Seemingly reading her telepathic entreaties Remus raised his hips slightly, leaving enough gap for their hands to frantically remove the others remaining cloth barriers.

Remus undid the drawstring to her silk shorts and hooked his fingers through the elastic of her knickers, drawing them both down in one smooth, practiced movement.

Hermione fumbled more with Remus pants, reaching a difficulty when attempting to pull them down his legs. Remus' longer arms reached down and helped her with his undress as smoothly as he had done hers.

As soon as they were naked they stopped. They were both panting, foreheads resting against each other and it slowly dawned on Hermione that she was naked. On top of a boy's bed. Naked!

"I love you," Remus whispered so softly that if the curtains had been blowing she might have missed it.

And she smiled as if Remus had just reminded her of something she had forgotten.

That's right, she thought, she was naked. And she wanted to be. Because she was with Remus. And she loved him.

He didn't expect or wait for an answer, and she thought that perhaps he really hadn't expected for her to hear him.

Slowly, gently, he moved his legs, one by one, knocking her knees gently out of the way, positioning his legs in between hers.

One hand cupped her jaw as his mouth gently captured hers, tongue sweeping softly against her lips as his other hand felt her gently at her entrance.

Her hips bucked wantonly as his fingers grazed her clit but they paid no attention to her swollen nub as they searched out her entrance, one finger dipping gently to test her readiness.

Satisfied by her wet passage the hand moved to guide his hardened length to rest above her dripping entry.

His lips tried to distract her attention but her mind followed the path of that hand as it again moved upwards, this time settling for a firm grip on her hip.

She could feel her nervousness returning as she was reminded of the fact behind her fear, but she did not have time to tense as Remus threw his body weight forward impaling her swiftly with his length.

She could feel the intense pressure and the searing pain as he tore his way through her untouched body.

Remus watched with wide eyes as hot, full tears escaped her clenched eyes, her mouth open in a silent scream. He had felt the break and knew what he had done without seeing her expression. He couldn't believe that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind that she could possibly be a virgin and immediately he felt guilty for what he had taken so freely, something of which he thought not to deserve.

"Don't," she gasped, in obvious pain. "Don't you dare feel guilty about this Remus Lupin."

He smirked at her knowingness; her eyes still clenched shut but her body correctly interpreting his tenseness.

"I love you," she managed painfully, her eyes opening to lock with his as her breaths deepened out slowly.

"This was my choice too, remember. And I choose you. I'm yours Remus. I'm all yours, please take me."

And so he did. Slowly but surely he withdrew only to plunge back in, controlled and smoothly.

Hermione was in pain, her nails digging more deeply into his back as he plunged more deeply within her but she made no noise to signal her discomfort and much sooner than he had expected she was removing her death grip and placing her hands upon the curve of his arse, lifting her hips up to meet him.

Remus had never taken anyone this way before, his wolfish side preferring a fast fuck against a wall rather than the tender caress of their current lovemaking. He had never thought he would enjoy a woman this way, but cradled inside Hermione's body he knew he had never felt such pleasure before and rather apart from being due to the tightness of her small frame he thought it rather from the pure love shining through her eyes. He thought that this was truly different from fucking, it really was lovemaking. And surprisingly neither man nor wolf complained, both trapped in the depth of her eyes and enjoying the depths of her body.

Surprisingly his slow pace did nothing to prolong his stamina and sooner than he had wished his body was tensing and he was throwing himself one last time inside the young witch, letting his seed fill her.

He knew she hadn't reached completion but she didn't seem to mind, his apologies waved off with a "You can make up for it next time."

His heart swam on a second high as her words confirmed the existence of a 'next time'.

He rolled onto his side and she snuggled into the curve of his body. Within minutes her breaths had evened out and the sleep that had neglected her the night before washed over her now.

Remus was not tired but had no desire to leave her. Cradling her small form to his hard body, he had never felt so at ease, man and wolf for the moment satisfied holding the woman that they had made theirs.