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in the distance. "And for the brightest full moon it could summon." Her eyes were full of
guilt at the fear she had brought out in him, but something told Remus she knew that this
would happen, at least initially. "I wanted to be connected to you during my training; to
remind myself why I was doing it."
"How am I not—?"
"Transforming? That's not a real moon."
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked, focus still fixated on the orb in the sky.
"I.. ." She hesitated. "I wanted to give you something. I wanted you to see it with
those beautiful, green eyes. See it and not fear it." She traced her fingers along the lines of
his mouth and then leant in, capturing his lips tenderly with her own.
He closed his eyes and let the light of the moon—real or not—wash over him as
he relished the warmth of the girl in his arms. Remus turned away from the brightness in
the sky, still not entirely sure about what Mia had done, but suddenly very grateful that she
had. He was desperate to show her his gratitude.
He kissed her deep and slow, reverently running his hands over the silk of her dress,
feeling the outline of her waist, the dip in her lower back, and the curve of her hips that
made him keen at the touch.
She responded in kind, her small fingers playing at the clasp on his robes. When she
unhooked it and began to push the fabric over his shoulders, Remus pulled himself away
from her as he opened his eyes and looked down. "Here?"
"Couldn't think of anywhere better," she admitted with a shy, nervous smile. "You,
me, the earth, and the sky."
Remus held her in his arms and dipped her backward as Sirius had done earlier that
night while they danced, but instead of a smug grin, Remus smiled softly. Instead of
bringing her back to her feet, he placed her gently there upon the soft grass. Kneeling close
beside her, he brushed a lock of hair from her face and drank in the image of her, bathed
in the light of the moon—something he might never see again, not with his own eyes, not
in this form.
"Would you think less of me if I admitted that I was scared?" His brow furrowed,
and his eyes were set with worry. She looked so small lying beside him, beneath him, as he
leant over her to kiss her cheeks. She looked too fragile, too tender, too breakable. Much
too easy to devour.