the_debt_of_time

Remus shrugged. "James's idea."
"Smart boy, that James Potter." She smiled, taking advantage of the moment by
running her fingers through Remus's hair and grinning smugly when he let out a relaxed
moan. "You could just get over yourself and let me do this more often. It makes me happy
to help you."
"It makes me uncomfortable," Remus admitted, forcing himself to get the words
out in order to be honest with her, no matter how emasculating it felt. "But if it makes you
happy," he relented with a sigh, "I could learn to deal with a little pampering from time to
time."
He knew she wanted more—and Merlin, so did he—but he could not cross that
boundary. Here, however, post-transformation, he had little energy to fight her off, and he
knew she would never take advantage of him in a weakened state knowing how important
it was to him that she always be kept safe.
She smiled and leant over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You make me happy."