the_debt_of_time

Remus bent forward and captured her lips once again, trying to remember that last,
lingering taste until he found it on the tip of her tongue. He pulled away and whispered,
"You taste like the sunrise."
His erection grew more uncomfortable in his slacks as her hooded eyes lifted to
meet his, and her words whispered against his lips, "You taste like moonlight."
Suddenly, he was unable to hold the wolf back any longer.
Capturing her mouth once again in a bruising kiss, Remus reached down and
touched the skin of her ankle, then slowly followed the trail of flesh upward until his hand
met creamy thigh, the silk of her dress bunched up against his forearm. The tips of his
fingers brushed against lace; he shivered and tucked his knuckles beneath the band of
fabric, tugging down at the same time that her hands found the buckle of his trousers,
unwilling to break the kiss or open his eyes in worry that he would look into hers and see
fear. They fumbled awkwardly, limbs tangling as they desperately fought to remove their
clothing. He was working on instinct now, each move he made fuelled by the whimpers,
mewls, and soft cries escaping her throat.
Settling into the cradle of her thighs, Remus finally broke their kiss to look down at
her, waiting for silent confirmation, trying like hell to stay out of his head like she always
told him to. He worried that if he questioned himself and hesitated now, she would assume
it was because of her, and Remus could not bear to have her think of herself as anything
but absolute perfection. So he kept quiet and waited, watching her eyes closely and
inspecting her for any hint of anxiety.
"Please," was what she finally cried, and the wolf inside him howled in victory.
Adjusting himself with a shaking hand, Remus pressed forward until he felt a wet
warmth encase him, a tightness that was so suffocatingly perfect it made him dizzy. His
body begged him to move forward, so he did, and he heard her gasp just as he felt her
tighten painfully around him.
His eyes opened wide the moment he realised what had happened, and he looked
down at her, terrified. He had known what would happen but had forgotten in the moment,
and he cursed himself for being so ignorant.
Her face and body were tense, and Remus breathed deeply, begging for forgiveness
with his eyes.
Our job. Our job to protect her. Not to hurt her.