the_debt_of_time

"Do you want to stay and protect Sirius from all the wanton Ravenclaws of the
world?" Remus asked her, his eyes filling with a mixture of irritation and hurt.
Mia looked back to Sirius, who had yet to notice the two witches. She frowned,
feeling incredibly guilty as she turned her attention back to her boyfriend. "No. I want to
leave this place with you."
"Good." Remus grinned and took her hand once more as the two darted out the
glamoured window and back into the streets of London.
While neither had an actual plan of where to go once they left the concert, they
were vaguely headed toward an Apparition point they both knew of. They did not make it
more than a street away from the condemned Chinese restaurant before Remus had Mia
pinned up against a brick wall in a dark, empty alleyway. Had she not been a Gryffindor,
she might have had the sense to be afraid. Then again, her boyfriend was a werewolf.
Voldemort himself could walk right by and order them to stop snogging, and she was pretty
certain Remus would at least attempt to tear the Dark Lord apart piece by piece without
even bothering to ask his name.
"This fucking skirt," Remus mumbled against her mouth, and she gasped against
his lips as he lifted her into his arms, pressing her hard against the brick.
As he pushed the leather up her thighs, he grinned when she got enough leverage
to wrap them around his waist. He eagerly ran a hand under the hem of her shirt, his chest
rumbling when she moaned as the pad of his thumb brushed against her breast, feeling the
tightened peak of her nipple through the soft fabric. When she took in a sharp breath,
parting her lips, Remus penetrated her mouth with a tortured groan, massaging her tongue
with his own.
All that existed in the moment was the sensation of him and the overwhelming need
to submit that he created in her. When he broke the kiss and mouthed the side of her neck,
she instinctively tilted her head, granting him better access. He trailed soft but hungry kisses
along the line of her throat, and she felt him tug her blouse and bra strap to reveal the
flawless skin of her bare shoulder. His hot breath washed over her flesh.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him carefully as he ghosted his lips
against her skin. Breathing heavily through his nose, Remus gently dragged his teeth against
her shoulder, his eyes a liquid gold, almost glowing in the night.