Never hurt her.
"I.. ." he began, choking on an apology.
"Yours," Mia said on a slow exhale.
She took another breath, let it go, and he felt her grip on him relax just a touch.
He looked down at her confused until he remembered her words earlier when he
had questioned her about the moon in the sky above them: "I wanted to give you something."
"Yours," she repeated, touching his chest.
The wolf inside of him keened. Ours.
Remus swallowed hard before slowly moving once more. Pulled into eyes that were
filled with love and acceptance, he felt a flood of emotions fill him. The girl beneath him,
covered in silk and moonlight, loved him—loved Remus and accepted the wolf inside. She
had given him everything he never thought he deserved and more. He felt honoured that
she had somehow found him worthy of this moment—this painfully beautiful moment
bathed in the light of the moon where he was more man than monster.
"Remus," she moaned, and it fuelled him further, pushing him, edging him ever
closer to something he had never known, not like this.
She smelled like a rainstorm, she felt like heaven, she tasted like honey and a sunrise
and... and something else he could not quite place, but it burned deliciously.
He felt her undulate beneath him, and he seized the cry of her lips with his mouth,
drinking in her pleasure until his own broke inside of her.
Remus let out a low growl against her lips, quivered when she kissed him lightly,
and collapsed into her arms beneath the brightness of the moon above them.
It was absolute, utter, infinite, complete, and outright perfection.
Almost, a voice whimpered in the back of his mind.
Almost perfection.
But not quite.
Just in case, when his energy returned minutes later, Remus tried again.
Hours passed, and the moon still hung in the faux sky above them, covering their
sweat soaked, naked bodies.