Hermione and Remus appeared in his house, his arms still wrapped around her. As soon as their feet were on solid ground Hermione pressed her lips against his again, causing Remus to groan softly as her tongue slid against his, her soft curves pressed up against him. He guided her gently to the sofa as they kissed, lowering her body to the worn cushions and settling next to her. Her hands slid into his hair as his lips moved from hers, tracing a path down her throat. He ran his hand along her thigh, sliding beneath the skirt of her work suit and tracing the top of the stockings she wore. His teeth nipped lightly at her collarbone as his fingers danced across her skin, causing her to moan and arch her back at the sensations. Hermione gripped his shoulders and whimpered softly as Remus undid the buttons on her shirt, kissing each patch of newly revealed skin.

Remus pulled back to look at her as he gently tugged the material apart. His eyes locked on her breasts, encased in white lace and he licked his lips unconsciously. Hermione took advantage of his distraction, sliding her hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. It was her turn to stare at the pale, toned flesh she had revealed. She smiled softly then ran her fingers down his chest, tracing muscles and scars with equal feeling, her touch somehow teasing, enticing and soothing at once. She smiled at him as her hands moved to his belt buckle, her fingers deftly undoing the fastening. It was as she reached for the button of his trousers that his hand stilled her. Puzzled, she looked up at him, her expression asking why he had stopped.

"Maybe we shouldn't, I don't know if it's the best idea." She pulled away from him, her hands reaching for the sides of her blouse, hurt at his rejection written clearly on her face. Once more he caught her hands between his own, gently pulling them away from the material she grasped. "It's not that I don't want to, Merlin, you have no idea how much I want you right now. It's just, a bit fast. I don't want you to feel like I rushed you into this, to wake up tomorrow with regrets."

Hermione smiled, "That's sweet, and I'm grateful. But you can't kiss a girl like that then not make good on what it promises." She leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "It just wouldn't be gentlemanly."

Remus chuckled and pulled her tightly against his bare chest. "I couldn't possibly be anything other than a gentleman now could I?" He kissed her again, pushing her blouse off her shoulders as his tongue danced with hers. His hands caressed the sides of her body before cupping her breasts, smirking against her lips as she arched her back and pressed herself more firmly into his touch. Remus pulled back from the kiss softly and stood up, pulling her to her feet before kissing her again briefly then taking her hand and leading her across the room.

"Remus?" Hermione asked. "Where are we going?"

"Bedroom. More comfortable than the couch," he replied. Hermione laughed as she allowed him to pull her up the stairs and into the bedroom. As soon as the door was shut behind them she pressed Remus against it, kissing him passionately. His hands found the zip on her skirt and tugged it down, pushing the material off her shapely hips. He eased his lips away from hers, his hands pushing gently on her hips.

The question that rose to her lips faded away as his eyes raked down her body, his gaze hot as he looked at the woman in front of him, from her long legs in heels and stockings to the white lace underwear she wore. His eyes rose to her face, her red lips plump from his kisses, her hair mussed where his hands had run through it. She was a sinfully beautiful picture, and he couldn't understand how she came to be stood in his bedroom, her body flushed and her eyes full of desire. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her lips and Remus pushed aside all thoughts other than kissing her. With a low growl in his throat he pulled her tightly against him, pressing into her so she could be in no doubt as to what she did to him. He kissed her again, the feel and taste of her was so right, as if every woman he had ever kissed he was only looking for her. His teeth scraped sensually across her lip, his tongue soothing the sharp sensation. She moaned, the sound vibrating against him. Remus lifted her into his arms without breaking the kiss and carried her across the room as her legs wrapped round his hips. He placed her on the bed, his lips moving down her neck as he settled his body above hers. She arched into his touch as his hands caressed her, her entire being focussed on the feel of his hands and lips as they moved across her body, gently removing her bra. She gasped as his mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue teasing first one then the other into stiff peaks. He moved down her stomach, kissing the curve of her hip before focussing on her stocking-clad legs. He rolled the fine material down her thigh then over her calf, his fingers stroking the skin that was revealed before repeating the actions on the other leg. She was writhing beneath him now, breathy moans escaping her lips.

"Remus, please, I need, I need, oh God." Hermione could barely speak, every movement Remus made drove her desire higher and higher. She'd never felt like this, not with Kyle and not with the man she'd dated briefly after in an attempt to get the feel of her manipulative ex off her skin. What Remus was doing didn't feel like sex, it felt like he was worshipping her. She only just kept from screaming as Remus brushed his thumb across her panties. He chuckled as he slipped the damp lace down her legs before returning his hand to her core. His lips found hers once more as his fingers stroked her, driving her quickly to climax. He gazed at her in awe and amazement as she came undone against his hand, the flush on her cheeks, and the glow of her sweat slicked skin making her even more beautiful than ever.

He was so caught up looking at her that he jumped when her hands began working on the fastening of his trousers. She smirked at the surprise on his face as she pushed his trousers and boxers down his legs. He kicked the material off then returned to his position against her. They gasped in unison as skin met bare skin, then Remus pulled back and guided himself into her.

"Fuck. You feel so good," he groaned. Hermione didn't reply she just shifted her hips in an attempt to get him to move. He smirked at her and slowly pulled out of her before thrusting deeply into her willing body. They moved together, each caught up in the feeling of the other. Hermione clung to Remus, her hands gripping his arms and her legs wound around his hips as he drove her closer to the edge with each thrust. Remus kissed her hard as he pounded into her, one hand caressing her breasts, making her gasp and moan. His hand brushed against her clit and he felt her tighten even more around him. He repeated the action and she came with a cry, his name falling from her lips the sweetest sound he had ever heard. A moment later it was his turn to call her name as he followed her into bliss, his body coming to rest over hers.

After a few minutes he rolled to the side, pulling her into his chest and brushing her damp hair away from her face.

"Wow," she said.

Remus chuckled. "Wow indeed." He brushed a kiss across her temple before succumbing to sleep, his arms around Hermione as she slept.

Remus woke the next morning, his body aching but pleasantly so. They'd woken late in the evening and eaten before returning to need for a repeat performance.

It was with a smile on his face that he reached across the bed only for the smile to freeze and a sick feeling to form in his stomach as he encountered only cold empty sheets.

A/N I'm so sorry. I know it's been forever but I moved house and then I was really struggling with this. Hope it came out ok, please review!