the_debt_of_time

"We shouldn't be here," she said teasingly as she wrapped her arms around Remus's
neck.
"Who's going to miss us?" Remus pulled her tight against him.
She was thrilled that he was losing himself in a kiss that rivalled their first. Unlike
the sweet, gentle affection they had expressed just moments earlier, this kiss was filled with
passion, desire, and a powerful, needy hunger. The magic between them thrummed as
though it were trying to merge into something entirely new.
Remus broke away from her mouth to place tender kisses along her jawline, tracing
it back until he was gently sucking on a sensitive spot behind her ear, and she let out a
quivering mewl at his touch.
Mia released her hands from behind his neck and traced their way down the front
of his chest, pulling away his robes to reveal the simple red cotton shirt beneath. She tugged
at the fabric, pulling it from his trousers. Once it was free, she dipped her hands under the
hem and placed her palms on his hot, hard skin, running them quickly up his bare chest.
At the sudden feel of skin on skin, something in Remus snapped. Still green-eyed
and human, he reached down, cupping her arse and lifting her up against him, pressing her
into the wall behind her for leverage as her legs wound themselves around his waist.
Mia pulled her hands free of his shirt to weave them through his shaggy hair, tugging
once when his tongue trailed against her collarbone, and she felt the echoing tremors of a
growl that came from deep inside his chest.
"Remus," she moaned. At the sound, his grip on her arse tightened. Leave a bruise,
she could not help but think as she leant forward, sweeping her lips against the shell of his
ear as she whispered, "I want you."
"What?" Remus breathed, pulling away from her and looking straight ahead. His
eyes were wide, pupils blown with lust. "You mean... ?" He began, and Mia nodded
frantically.
He stood, suddenly nervous, and she could see the gears in his head begin to move
at a frenzied pace. Seeing his hesitation and knowing that it had everything to do with his
lycanthropy, Mia tilted her hips until she felt the most exquisite contact with him. It was
the first time she had ever felt an erection, and the touch flooded her ego causing her to
boldly press harder, seeking friction.