Back in the past ;) Don't worry the firsting is only stroking if you are getting any weird ideas form it it probably because you're a bit pervy ;) :) Enjoy... :P
I awoke to the pleasant smell of Remus' hair tickling my nostrils; our naked bodies pressed together; a slender form curled into a foetal position within my arms, his pale skin so smooth under the touch of my fingertips: the feel of a man that had been carefully crafted by the gentle hands of a God from linen; silk; the wings of angels. Every line of his chest, the subtle curve of his hips, the dainty muscles that quietly clung to his bones, all flawlessly streamlined to the touch; all drawing me in like a drug – My heart pumped only to taste his sweet body flow gently beneath my hands. The odd lone scar gave breathtaking textures to an immaculate body, his astoundingly perfect imperfections entrancing my soul, dancing so playfully below my gliding palms. Only the sound of his lungs broke the silence, the movement of his chest as he breathed the morning air so casually, to fuel his bittersweet being. All this wonder, all this beauty was only mine to hold; to touch; to fall in love with countless times over. My name was encrusted into his heart, as his was mine – never to fade; never to break from the flaming chains that bound us.
He stirred, gracefully locking his hand to mine, preventing it from feeling the rest of his exquisite frame. A quiet groan slipped from his lips and he rolled to face me as he opened his eyes.
"Oh good, it's you. For a minute then, it felt like it was going to turn into early morning rape." He beamed, already glowing so awake and childishly.
I caressed his rose cheeks with the back of my hand and planted a delicate kiss on his forehead.
"That's because it was."
"Siri, honey, it wouldn't be rape: merely surprise sex."
His slender hand occupied itself with the wild curls of my hair, twisting and twirling them harmlessly around his fingers, ignoring his own that was, as if out of jealousy, obscuring his dazzling blue eyes with a veil of affluent gold. I leant in and kissed parted lips that lay so defencelessly open – an exchange of pure liquid ecstasy, leaving my tongue; my mouth; my body twitching violently for more. He pulled away and smiled at me with pearly teeth.
"What's this, so excited in the morning?"
"Oh, I'm preparing for surprise sex." I laughed, pulling him closer.
He nuzzled his head into my shoulder, his soft hair embracing my skin.
"Not much of a surprise, now, is it?"
Suddenly, James burst in, in shorts and a vest that he'd clearly kept since our first year, closely followed by Peter.
"No surprise sex – if we're not ready soon, we're going to miss breakfast."
Remus grabbed my shoulder, digging his nails in and pulling his head up to my ear.
"Even think of getting hard over him and I'm gonna chop you dick off!" he hissed, words fortified with a thick layer of hate.
I lifted his chin and kissed his tense lips.
"I wouldn't even dream of it." My mouth parted from his to glide my tongue from the base of his neck to his jaw. "But that angry face of yours might do nicely."
Wormtail and Prongs' mock gags echoed across the room.
"Please don't make me feel ill before I have breakfast."
"Can't you see that you're interrupting something?" I moaned, sitting bolt upright – wincing as I did so – and staring them down. My eyes shot to James "Anyway, your girlfriend makes me fill sick breakfast, lunch and dinner. So I don't know what you're complaining about!"
He threw my uniform at me.
"Just get dressed now, because we're about to go"
The day passed slowly after that, my buttocks still throbbing with pain from the last night – I'd made a point to Remus that it was never going to happen again, no matter how much he grovelled at my knees. But as each lesson lapsed into the next, he seemed more distant from our usual playful selves: He wouldn't grip my hand like normal, letting it sit limply in mine with no really effort or passion; when he spoke... if he spoke, it had a pensive slur, never really latching onto the conversation, only making mindless remarks. Even when Lily tried to talk to him he gave simple wistful looks to the other side of the room and paid no attention. Now... now I sat waiting for his glowing face to bound up the stairs to our dorm and snuggle into bed next to me. But no one came. Prongs and Wormtail were there with me, sleeping peacefully. So, where was he? The more I waited, the more his earlier actions chilled me. I hadn't thought anything of them before... yes, before... but now was different... Remus was missing... maybe he had changed his mind about us... maybe he had caught some kind of illness... Maybe... Maybe...
A sudden realisation hit me in the face, a fifty ton slab of consciousness falling on my head. Moony! Moons! THE FUCKING MOON! HOW HAD I LET IT SLIP MY MIND SO EASILY? HE WAS TERRIFIED OF WHAT THE MOON DID TO HIM AND I OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!
Leapt from my bed and snatched the invisibility cloak from the side of James' bed. It would take too much time and effort to wake him up to go with me and I was not going to leave Moony alone for any longer than was strictly necessary.