the_debt_of_time

"Semantics."
He chuckled, placing a kiss to her throat that relit the fire in her belly. If she did not
know him any better, she might have accused him of trying to condition her. Pavlov's dog.
Lupin's witch. Drooling at the sound of sexy growling instead of a bell.
"How are you not exhausted?" she asked through short breaths.
"Wolf thing," he whispered against her skin, slowly moving south where he placed
kisses against her collarbone and in the valley between her breasts.
"I thought you were very... animal." She chuckled at the thought and then
whimpered as his lips reached her navel, her fingers moving into the depths of his shaggy
hair.
"My wolf likes you," he mumbled against her stomach.
"I really like your wolf," she admitted with a grin, licking her lips as her eyes closed.
Remus sighed, and she felt his head rest on her hip. "Why can't you be my mate?"
he whined. "You're perfect."
"Your mate will be perfect. I just happen to be a close runner-up."
"Close?"
She felt him move lower once more, his hot breath on her thighs, making her
whimper. "Mmm. Very close."
"How close?" he growled, sending vibrations across her skin.
Mia quivered against the grass. "Very close!"