the_debt_of_time

Remus continued to kiss along the skin of her hip, and she imagined he was doing
so to apologise for the bruises he left behind from fucking her so roughly the night before,
despite her insistence that she strangely enjoyed looking at them. There was something
thrilling and almost comforting in the feeling of being possessed in such a way, yet not
coming across as a possession. Remus had captivated every part of her, and the memories
were lulling her into a blissful euphoria.
They had not even made it the whole way through the underground passage to the Shrieking Shack
before Mia pushed Remus to the ground to straddle his waist. The pair tore at one another's clothing in an
absolute frenzy of need and want. They took in every look, every action, every noise from one another and
basked in them all.
His fingers gripping tightly at her hips as she rolled them against him. Her breath hot on his cheek,
whispering filthy words of his hunger for her and her arousal for him. His mouth sliding over her lips, across
her jaw, and down her neck, taking in the taste of her skin. Her nails digging into the already overly
sensitised skin of his chest, which caused him to buck his hips up against her and then tear away the bits
of fabric that separated them.
Mia moved slowly down him, impaling herself on his length, and the two groaned together at the
reunion of their bodies. Remus sat up and pulled her body flush against his own. As her legs wrapped
around his waist, they stilled in the moment of their joining, kissing deeply and wordlessly expressing
apologies to one another for waiting so long and being unbelievably ignorant in regard to their breakup.
It was not long before Mia was shaking with the need to move, her body craving friction, and her
hips circling in his lap, plucking the most savoury and primitive sounds from deep within his chest that
drove her crazy—pushing and pulling her in every direction. She dragged out each and every moment.
The moon in the distance was preparing its ascent into the sky, and, as much as they wanted to
linger on the precipice of absolute rapture, they were both determined to have at least one more go before he
transformed.
Planting his feet firmly on the ground beneath them, Remus used the leverage to thrust up into her
hard and deep, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. He bucked into her with abandon, one hand on the ground
to steady him while the other clenched the skin of her hip to hold her in place. Body shaking, lips quivering,
and eyes clenched shut, she found her release through the increasing intensity, milking his from him with a
shout.
An hour later, the werewolf watched with amusement as the little fox climbed the random pieces of
furniture in the Shrieking Shack until she could sit on a high windowsill and stare out through the cracks