the_debt_of_time

She whispered the words she had been repeating to him for years, "I'm not afraid
of you. I'm a little scared, but not of you."
Desperate to comfort her, as he noticed she was shaking, Remus kissed her soft and
slow until he could hear the beating of her heart calm down as she relaxed. He pulled away
from her, not entirely sure what to do. He never thought a moment like this would have
been possible for him, so when Sirius and other boys talked endlessly about sex, Remus
generally tuned them out.
"'If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.'" Mia smiled up at him, stroking his
cheek with the tips of her fingers. "'You leave the same impression—'"
"'Of something beautiful,'" Remus said and breathed in deep as though her words
began to set him on fire, and he needed to finish them or burn up from the inside out,
"'but annihilating.' Sylvia Plath."
"Muggle or witch?"
"Who cares?"
He dove forward, claiming her mouth with passion and drive, rekindling the slow
burn that they had ignited against the stone walls outside the Room of Requirement. She
pushed the robes from his shoulders completely this time, but he refused to break the kiss
when she deftly played with the buttons of his shirt until they all opened to expose the skin
of his scarred chest to her.
He hesitated when she pulled away from him, tugging the sleeves off his arms to
draw the shirt away from his body before her hands traced the outlines of the scars that
ran across his ribs. He frowned and closed his eyes tight, unable to watch her touch him,
fairly certain she would find him lacking if she looked too close. His eyes were still closed
when he felt her lips brush against the scar that cut across his chest, and the sudden contact
sparked something deep and primal—sparked something old and feral but new to him all
the same.
He found himself suddenly above her, wedging a knee between her thighs. He
breathed her in deep, setting his lupine senses aflame. Her scent lingered in the air, and he
could taste it in the back of his throat. She smelled like a forest after a rainstorm. She tasted
like honey and something he could not put into words, something that felt like hope
burning inside of his chest.