the_debt_of_time

"That was.. ." Mia panted, every nerve in her body tingling, over-sensitised, and a
little sore.
"Yeah.. ." Remus breathed heavily against her, his hot breath dampening her
collarbone where his face had landed. He inhaled and moved up, hissing a little as he pulled
out and away from her, landing next to her on his back.
Mia exhaled. "Wow."
"Really?" Remus turned and grinned at her.
"Not wow for you?" She frowned, her swollen lips pouting.
She had not expected their first time to be that great. Reading books and hearing
gossip in the dormitory during both times at Hogwarts had prepared her for bland,
awkward, disappointment. She knew that she and Remus had passion unlike anything else
she had ever felt for a boy before, but she anticipated that even if she got over the pain
that sometimes came with sex, it would not be swiftly followed by pleasure like that.
"No. Wow! Very wow for me," he promised with a chuckle as he continued to try
and catch his breath. "I just didn't think wow for you."
"Oh, very wow." She joined in the laughter, a bit delirious, until they both fell into a
strange silence as they stared up at the sky.
There was a heaviness to the air, and after a pregnant pause, Remus broke the
silence: "But?"
"I'm not your mate," Mia admitted automatically.
He stared at her. "How do you know that?"
"Don't you?"
Remus thought for a moment. "Well, yeah, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Okay, I know. I just didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it."
"Why would that hurt my feelings?" She frowned at him, leaning over on her side
and resting her head on her open hand. "If something's not meant to be, it's not meant to
be."
"You sound like someone who buys into Divination."
She would have scowled at him, but she had been screaming his name just minutes
earlier, and she felt that her intimidation tactics would need to be recalibrated when it came
to Remus. "There's a difference. Werewolves have mates; there are studies that prove it."