the_debt_of_time

"Yes," she admitted begrudgingly.
"Are we okay?"
Mia frowned, looking up into his sad eyes. "You tell me."
Remus brushed his lips chastely against hers, sweet and reverent as if he were trying
to heal whatever break this night had caused in their relationship. He pulled away from her
briefly to look down into the depths of her eyes, searching for answers. She let out a soft
exhale, and their lips reunited under a bruising kiss. His demanding tongue invaded her
mouth, and Mia buckled beneath him, moaning with pleasure against the welcomed
intrusion.
She felt his hands skim the flesh of her back until he found the clasp of her bra,
undoing it with ease after months of practice. He pulled the lace garment away from her
breasts, which he stared at desperately as he tore away from her mouth. His eyes flashed
gold briefly before he hungrily took a tight, pink peak between his lips, plucking the other
with his fingers. She gasped when his lips released her, and he let the flat thickness of his
tongue run against the pebbled flesh while he stared up into her eyes.
Mia whimpered at the feel of his mouth, but it was his predatory stare that had her
blushing and breaking eye contact. Remus's intensity was often too much for her, and the
little fox inside her forced her to submit, to turn her neck to the side and give in to the
dominant wolf pressing his hot, bare skin against her.
When Remus pulled himself upward to kiss and lick along the expanse of her neck,
she reached her hand between them, dipping beneath the band of his pyjamas until she
grasped his hard length, grinning at the sound of him growling in her ear.
She stroked him twice before he placed his own hand over hers, putting a stop to
her ministrations.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I feel like after what you said earlier, about
me being upset because we haven't―"
"I didn't mean any of that. Remus, I know you're better than that," she promised
him, pulling her hand out of his pyjamas quickly, placing her palm against his chest, directly
over his heart as though she were trying to convey how her need for his love overpowered
her need for his body. At this point, though, those two needs were having a war inside her
head.