the_debt_of_time

Mia clutched his lower back tightly and began moving her fingers higher. "'When I
move my hand up,'" she said, grinning, "'I find in each place a dove that was seeking me.'"
Her hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest, lovingly tracing the scars that
rested against his taut skin. "'As if they had, love, made you of clay for my own potter's
hands.'"
She began to tighten around him, and Remus moaned, forcing his eyes to remain
open so he could watch with abandon as her cheeks flushed deeper each time he filled her,
her pink lips parting with every gasp.
"'Your knees,'" he continued, trying his damnedest to control the nagging urge to
take her hard and fast. "'Your breasts.'" Unable to stop himself, Remus leant down and
brought a rosy peak into his mouth and sucked, eagerly stoking the fires that drew
whimpering sounds from her mouth, enjoying the feel of her hands as they dug into his
hair, grasping tightly.
"'Your waist,'" he murmured as he released her nipple, returning his lips to the shell
of her ear to whisper sweet nothings as he made love to her. "'Are missing parts of me like
the hollow of a thirsty earth from which they broke off.. .'"
"Remus.. ." Mia breathed heavily, her eyes shutting tight, slender fingers digging
into the muscles of his shoulders and her heels pressing into his arse, urging him deeper
and faster.
"'A form.'" He panted, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "'And together we are
complete like a single river, like a single grain of sand.'"
He winced as her body tightened around his cock, silk walls gripping him with
hungry force and pulsing around him like a heartbeat as he sobbed her name into the
hollow of her throat.
She cried beneath him when they came together, shattering apart.
Remus rolled to the side. Just as quickly as their bodies parted, he wrapped his arms
around her small frame and drew her back against his chest, nuzzling the side of her neck
where he continued to place lazy kisses beneath her ear. "I am never going to get my fill of
you."
"If you keep inviting Pablo Neruda into bed with us, I will never have reason to
complain."
The sound of a throat clearing intruded from beyond the closed curtains. "Ahem."