Chapter Fifty-Seven
Intent
She says I smell like safety and home
I named both of her eyes "Forever" and "Please don't go"
I could be a morning sunrise all the time, all the time yeah
This could be good, this could be good
(She Keeps Me Warm - Mary Lambert)September 9th, 1976Mia's eyes opened slowly as sunlight broke through the boarded up windows of the
Shrieking Shack. Despite there being a bed in the other room, she found herself on the
floor in what would have been a sitting room, had it been a real house and not the
condemned building it was. She yawned and let her muscles stretch out, jumping only
slightly at the feel of a warm, naked body behind her, pressed up hard against her own.
She smiled as she felt Remus's lips brush over her bare shoulders, then down her
arm and over her ribs. He stopped when he reached her hip, letting his teeth graze against
the skin.
A shiver ran through her at the implication of his movements. Mia knew werewolf
mating habits because she had read up on them so much, plus Tonks had been just as bad
as Ginny when it came to girl talk, and had once shown Hermione her mating scars during
a post-war drinking celebration.
Remus might not have known what the simple action of his teeth against her skin
meant, but Mia knew that Moony did, which was why she was not surprised in the slightest
when instead of biting down on the flesh of her hip, Remus pulled his teeth away and left
behind a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her skin. It did not bother her much; Mia knew that
Remus would never mark her as his mate—Moony would not let him even if he tried. Still,
a part of her felt it would make everything easier. No. She could not think like that; she
needed to forget about the future in order to think logically and focus on the here and now
as she had decided.
Live your life. Enjoy your life.
Sort out your life, Mia added thoughtfully.