the_debt_of_time

first full moon since he was four years old. He had spent the night in silence, finding no
need to howl or whimper. He had wanted to sleep but could not. He was finally able to
experience his wolf form with purpose and control. It was there in the shack, bathed in the
light of the moon, that Remus knew he had to kiss her, even if it was just the once.
But kissing her was addictive. She made him feel like a wizard, a human—like a man.
The wolf lingered still in the background of his mind, urging him to grip her harder,
hold her tighter, closer—Devour her!—but Remus held back. He was more man than wolf,
and she had proven that to him. He did, however, whimper when she pulled away from
him for a moment, but she smiled at his complaint and then aimed her wand at the door.
"Muffliato, Colloportus!" she said before drawing down the window shades.
Remus swallowed hard at both the Silencing Spell and the Locking Spell.
"Do you really think Lily can keep James distracted?" Mia asked, her cheeks pink.
"He proposed marriage to her in front of at least fifty other students. I think she'll
last maybe ten minutes," he admitted honestly. Telling Peter to take off for an hour had
been highly optimistic and incredibly unrealistic.
"Ten minutes." Mia nodded and pressed her hands against his chest, letting the
bench behind him buckle his knees forward until he was sitting, and she was pulled down
with him, trapped tenderly in his arms, her legs draped over his, and her feet kicked up on
the edge of the seat.
Remus grinned and leant in, pressing a soft and significant kiss to her mouth.
He placed gentle and sweet kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her pulse point
where he hesitated, trying to fight off—but ultimately giving in to—the need to suck at her
skin. He was tender, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck, letting his tongue linger
on the skin and tasting her for the first time. He let out a deep growl and it rumbled in his
chest; he then groaned as a mewling sound escaped her swollen, parted lips. His hands
roamed up her back, holding her tighter to him as he traced her collarbone with his mouth,
a voice in the back of his mind urging, Keep going. More. Ours.
But that voice was drowned out when Mia leant close, brushing her lips against the
shell of his ear, whispering, "I love you."
He paused as the declaration hit him, and he vaguely recalled telling her the same
thing just outside the train right after he kissed her. Remus had not expected to say it out
loud, but the words would not be contained. He certainly had not expected her to return