the_debt_of_time

question behind them, and Mia answered by inching her fingers until she felt a familiar
hardened outline beneath his trousers.
"Oh, fuck." Remus sucked a breath in through clenched teeth. He shifted his hips
in response, leaning forward and pressing his forehead into the New Theory of
Numerology text he had been reading.
Mia grinned at his swearing, having always enjoyed the fact that she could so easily
bring him to foul language when Remus generally reserved such things for angry outbursts.
She gave a throaty chuckle at how quickly she had brought Remus to his knees—
or the table, as it were. It was another type of magic she relished perfecting, being the
overachiever that she always was. She unbuckled his trousers, and Remus's eyes widened,
his body stiffening at her movements, but not stopping her.
"Mia... Mia we should.. ." Remus moaned as her fingers dipped beneath the
fabric, immediately grazing over skin. "We need.. ."
"To stop?" Mia suggested.
"No?" he whined, clearly trying to focus his way through a moral dilemma.
She pulled her hand away to give him clarity. "I think Sirius was right."
Remus brought his head up from the table and stared at her, his soft green eyes
wide.
"We gave up too soon. I don't get to change anything. Bad things are going to
happen—have been happening. I feel utterly helpless. I want to be able to at least control—
or have a choice in—this." She gestured to the space between the two of them. "So, I think
Sirius was right, but Merlin help you if you ever let him know I said that."
Remus smiled softly and reached for her hand, taking it gently within his own. "I
thought we had a rule to not talk about Sirius when we were naked."
Mia smirked. "Planning on getting naked?"
"This counts." He grinned at her in a near predatory sort of way. His eyes flashed
gold as he brought her hand back to the tent of his trousers, then closed his eyes as she
eagerly sought him out again, encouraged by the way his mouth fell open.
Wrapping her hand around his length, Mia felt a surge of power flow through her.
She watched his eyes clench shut when she squeezed and stroked him from base to tip,
running the pad of her thumb against his already weeping head.