Jackie laid awake in her luxurious bed at 12 Grimmauld Place, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling.
Her body was imprinted with phantom limbs, she could feel his muscular thighs between hers, still feel his tired face beneath her fingertips, all she wanted was more.
"Fuck me," she grumbled out loud, dragging her hands down her face.
She ripped the satin sheets off and wrenched herself out of the bed, landing ungracefully in a heap on the floor with a huff and an expletive.
Scrambling off the ground she grabbed a robe and tiptoed her way down to the basement.
The basement was dimly lit and Jackie chose to leave it that way, padding down to the door to the room she hoped Fenrir was still being held captive in. She reached a hand toward the doorknob but yanked it back into her chest once she was nearly touching it.
What are you doing Jackie!? Get a GRIP! Turn around! Turn around! Do not pass go, do not collect 500! Jail! Straight to jail! JAIL!!! You don't even know if he's still here! Turn around!! BACK TO BED YOU BIG DUMB DUMB!!
Against her better judgement, she turned the knob.
"I didn't think you could stay away, love."
A snort escaped Jackie's windpipe as a cheeky grin covered her face as she looked at the back of Fenrir's head, "Please do greet whoever is going to come to release you the same way."
She pulled a chair up in front of him, still amused at the thought of the look on Severus Snape's face had he been accused of not being able to stay away from the burly man across from her.
She searched his smirking face for traces of the Fenrir she used to know, a hand unconsciously moving toward his face and the rest of her body following. Before she knew it she was back in his lap, her thumb tracing a scar that cut through his eyebrow. She whispered, "What happened to you?"
His eyes drooped closed, releasing a long breath and letting his smirk fall, pressing a kiss to her tender inner wrist.
She pulled his head into her chest, resting her head on his, "I came for you," she whispered into his hair.
They sat entwined for what felt like a millennia in a millisecond, his head eventually pulling back to look into her eyes. Her bright blue eyes bored a hole into him until their lips met with a fury.
Suddenly, and for the first time in many years, Jackie felt alive. She slid her fingers across his chest and down his arms, savoring the feel of the rippling muscle.
Fenrir released an unholy growl as he fought his restraints, his hands still bound by runic chains behind him and his ankles bound to his chair.
"Release me, love," he whispered gruffly into her neck.
Jackie leaned back and smiled, "No."
Her hand found its way back to his face, caressing his cheek, "I can't, I don't know how to break this runic charm without causing a scene, I imagine they knew that."
"What are you doing? You're better than Dumbledore's pawn," he spat, wrenching his face as far from her hand as he could.
"Oh, baby," she trailed her pointer finger down his chest, "it's much more likely you're the pawn and I'm only bait."
His eyes hardened, appraising her slowly and purposefully.
"What do they want from me, Jac?"
"I don't know exactly, maybe you're just a science experiment," she bopped him on the nose with her pointer finger, "how far will the werewolf go for his mate?"
His eyes remained hard and he let out an involuntary burst through his nose.
"It is good to see you again after all this time," she brought his head back into her chest, placing a chaste kiss on the top of his head.
A low groan of agreement rumbled through his chest.