the_debt_of_time

Remus, however, didn't trust himself. One wrong move and not enough control, and
he knew he would be marking her before he'd had a chance to explain what that meant,
and considering she was a Black—and Sirius's cousin—there was a high chance that she
would interpret biting during sex as a bonus.
"You know, Remus," she whispered when he pulled away from the kiss and tried
to adjust her sitting position away from him a touch. "You've got a way of sending a girl
some pretty mixed-up signals."
"How's that?" he asked, still catching his breath.
"Well." She leant forward and kissed just below his ear, earning another rumble in
his chest. "I'm sitting on your lap with some hard evidence that says you want me just as
much as I want you, and yet you're still holding back. Why? Is it the age thing again? You
know I don't care about that."
"No." Remus rubbed the palms of his hands down his face. "I mean, yes, it kind of
bothers me still, but it's not that―"
"The werewolf thing? It had better be the werewolf thing, because if you bring up
money again, I might gag you," she said with a genuinely threatening voice reminding them
both of their first and, so far, only fight where he threw a mild tantrum when she had
fought him over going to an expensive restaurant for dinner. It had been a place he knew
he would never be able to afford. She insisted that it was her treat, and he had decided to
spend the night lamenting over the anti-werewolf legislation that prevented him from
getting a job and some bitch named Umbridge who wrote it.
"I might gag you, anyway," Nymphadora teased and kissed his chin. "Tie you up a
little. I'm pretty good with Restraining Charms." She grinned when Remus growled. "Oh,
he likes that idea." She captured his lips with her own and opened her currently hazel eyes,
making eye contact with him. He felt the wolf roar to life, and Nymphadora pulled away,
looking very pleased with herself. "There's my beautiful, golden-eyed boy."
Remus thrust his hips upward and grinned when he made her gasp. "Hardly a boy."
"Not entirely a man, either." She teasingly bit her lower lip. "I like it."
Remus frowned slightly at her words. "I'm not a novelty."
"No more than I am." She reached up and touched the space between his eyebrows,
pushing at the line there. "I like the wolf. I like the wizard. They're the same man to me.