the_debt_of_time

If he had better control of himself, he would have slowed down to make it romantic
for her. As it was, Dora had him pinned to the ground in front of his fireplace, straddling
his lap and clawing at his robes with violence as though the fabric had personally offended
her by existing as a barrier between their bodies.
He wondered how he had lost the upper hand in the few minutes it had taken them
to Floo from Hogwarts to his home.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait," Remus insisted, grabbing Dora's hands and stopping her
from very literally ripping his robes off of him.
Her left eye twitched. "Remus, I swear to Merlin and Circe and Helga bloody
Hufflepuff, if you go back on me now―"
"I'm not," he promised, but staring at the heat in her eyes was unbelievably
intimidating, especially when they reflected his own golden hue. "I'm just... You need to
be sure. This is final," he told her, trying to hold back the vulnerable way he was feeling as
she paused to weigh the decision one last time. He was glad that she took her time and did
not rush without at least giving it a moment of proper thought. When she took a moment
too long, he whimpered. "Please be sure."
Instead of answering him with verbal confirmation, Dora grinned and crossed her
arms in front of her chest, gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it above her head to
reveal the pink and purple polka-dot bra beneath it.
Remus chuckled softly, stroking a knuckle against her bared stomach. "You are
unlike any creature I've ever met before."
She winked at him flirtatiously as she reached around to unhook the brassiere. No
sooner had the piece of fabric parted from her flesh, the werewolf beneath her thighs finally
snapped. He gripped her tightly around the waist with one arm and flipped her body,
pinning her beneath him against the floor. His mouth sought her breast, growling against
her skin when she tangled her fingers in his hair and held him tightly against her.
"Don't tease," Dora whispered. "We've been doing the foreplay thing for far too
long."
Luckily, Remus had not planned on waiting long—not that he had planned any of
this really. But it had been far too long since he'd last had sex, and he was desperately trying
not to embarrass himself in the process. He sat up on his knees, purposely ignoring the
stiffness of his joints as he rushed to rid himself of his robes and trousers.