#maruaders x reader

He hung up before Remus could argue, but you shrugged and smiled, leaning in for one quick kiss before you were both apparating to a quiet lane on the outskirts of Hosgsmeade. There was a table of your friends at the back, rowdy and loud about their celebrations, Lily squished between her boyfriend and Sirius, all of them cheering at your arrival with glasses held above their heads. 

An agonising hour was spent trying to listen to Lily, nodding along with Dorcas and Marlene as she explained the aspects of her new role and how excited she was to start. But Remus was beside you, sipping slowly from a glass that held something amber, chatting quietly to Frank and one of the Weasleys as he curled his hand around your bare thigh. 

He got bolder the longer no one noticed, fingers trailing upupup until they breached the hem of your dress, calloused tips pressing nicely to the inside of your thigh. You startled, glass tipping, your own vodka cranberry spilling onto the table. Dorcas squeaked and Sirius grinned, syphoning up the liquid with the tip of his wand before he winked at you across the table. 

“Drunk already, darling?” 

You glared at him, knowing his teasing came from noticing your flushed cheeks, the way his friend's hand had slipped under the table and never reappeared. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, not trusting your voice. Your throat felt thick, your chest warm. “My hand slipped.”

Remus leaned in at that, hand still very much on your leg, his mouth at the shell of your ear. He smelled like he always did, like citrus and sage and something smoky and his lips brushed your skin as he spoke. 

“Clumsy,” he tsked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you spill some on yourself?” Remus was quiet as he spoke, that soft cadence that made your cheeks warm and your thighs squeeze together around his hand. 

You shook your head, hoping no one was watching, the chatter of your friends around you sounding further and further away as the boy pushed closer against you, head ducked down to hear your reply. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” you lied. You weren’t fine at all. But the drink had missed your lap, your dress dry and unstained. “It missed me.”

Remus hummed, keeping close, head bent to yours so it merely looked like you were both sharing a conversation, tucked together like young lovers who couldn’t hear each other from the din from the rest of the pub. His hand was on the move again, faint scars and papercut lines from his books trailing over your skin, making you push your toes into the old carpet beneath the table. 

From the outside, Remus looked himself. Messy haired and gentle smile, kind brown eyes and a new scar that was already fading, slicing through his right brow. White shirt under a too big sweater, the collar creased, the wool a pattern of muted browns and reds and forest green. He looked perfectly rumpled, sleep soft and bookish, even years out of school. 

He also had his hand pushed to the junction of your thighs, fingers pressed over the cotton of your underwear. 

“You sure you didn’t spill it on you?” Remus’ dropped his voice lower, his smile lazy as he dropped his free arm around your shoulder, listening to the way your breath hitched against his ear. “There’s a little wet, here.” His fingers glided up, just a fraction, middle and pointer pressing directly down onto your clit and making you jump, again, knee banging off the underside of the table. 

Everyone stared, conversation stalling as your friends took in your wide eyes and parted lips with raised brows. There was a beat of silence, a small cough and grin from Remus that he hid behind the hand he finally pulled away from you. 

“Toilet.” You choked out. “Excuse me.”

Remus was behind you before you could shut the door, squeezing past the gap with a grin that made your toes curl, his wand pointed at the lock as he muttered a few charms, his gaze heavy on you. 

“You’re awful,” you hissed, even though you didn’t mean it. You were already letting him crowd you against the wall, elbow hitting off the paper towel dispenser as you reached up to tug at his neck. “That was cruel, Remus.”

The boy seemed pleased no matter how scolding your words were, yielding to you as he bent, letting you manhandle him the way you wanted, expression smug. “I’m awful?” He mused, pretending to frown. His lips skimmed over your cheek in search of your mouth, landing kisses where he could. “Rude. I just missed you, that’s all.”

His hands made quick work, nudging at your waist until you were trapped between the cold tiles and his warm frame, pushed onto your toes so you could reach him. He kissed you slowly, smiling at your impatience, lips curving over yours. He tasted like honeyed bourbon and smoke, a whisper of Sirius’ stolen cigarettes despite his insistence on quitting. 

“Missed you too,” you managed to murmur back, eyes fluttering as he pecked at your cheek, your jaw, the skin just beside your lips, mouthing down and along your throat until you were tugging at strands of hair that curled around his neck. 

This was a far cry from being the first public place you’d let the boy have you in, but the pub outside was much louder than James and Lily’s guest room, and the idea of someone barging in seemed much more possible. 

“I locked it,” Remus whispered, as if he could read your thoughts. Sometimes, you thought he could. “And silenced it.” He was kissing you between words, cut off sentences that ended with syllables trapped between your lips, settling on your tongue instead. 

And then he was moving down, lowering himself to his knees so his nose could graze over your stomach, warm breath through your cotton sundress. He gazed up at you, earnest despite his dark eyes, his filthy intentions. His voice was still sticky soft when he said:

“I’ve spent all night thinking ‘bout making you come,” another kiss, adoringly gentle, just below your navel. “Will you let me, sweetheart?” His hands, wide and warm, teasing the hem of your dress, dragging it up your thighs. “Been dying to put my mouth on you, s’awful.” 

You made a noise then, not a protest, not an agreement, just a high keen, a broken moan that might’ve been the boy’s name. Remus didn’t go further, your dress rucked up all messy over his forearms, his own sleeves rolled up, his hands gripping your hips. He pushed his nose to your hip bone, let his cheek rest there as he looked up at you. 

He was the picture of boyish innocence, despite his intentions. Hair misbehaving, sandy brown strands sticking up from your own hands, caramel coloured eyes hazy and dreamlike, cheeks flushed, pink and freckled from the start of a new summer. 

“People will notice we’re gone,” you tried to argue, albeit weakly. You hand your hands back in his hair, holding him close. “Fuck, Remus— they’ll, they’ll know.”

“Can be quick about it,” he promised softly. “You know I know what you like, can make you feel real good.” You knew he could. That’s why you were letting him drag your left leg over his shoulder, hand curling around your thigh to hold you there. “But if you wanna stop, jus’ tell me, sweetheart, don’t have to do anything.”

You knew he meant it, that you could say no, reject his generous offer and go back to sitting with your friends and spend the remainder of the night horribly frustrated. But Remus was squeezing the dough of your thigh, the slight stubble along his jaw scratching the sensitive skin there just right and then you were groaning, fisting his hair between your fingers a little tighter. 

“Please,” you whispered and suddenly, you were desperate. 

He grinned, all boyish and charming, nose nudging along the line of where your dress lay on your thigh, pushing it up until the lace edge of your underwear came into view. “Please, what?”

“You’re awful,” you told him again, a needy sound twisting around a laugh, “god, Remus, please just—”

He hitched your leg higher, spread it open wider and used his free hand to make quick work of your underwear, damp cotton pulled to the side with two long fingers. No more time was wasted, your breath and words stolen from you as the boy leaned in, licking a slow, wide stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh fuck.”  

Remus hummed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and pushed into you more, nose resting against your soft skin, cheeks flushed as he let out a groan that vibrated through you. “You taste too good,” he murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. He already sounded wrecked. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, and you’re calling me awful. So mean to me, love.”

You might have had an idea. Remus was generous like this, loving on you whenever he could, wandering hands and slow kisses stolen all the time, teasing you through the day only to spend the entire night on his knees for you, between your legs, sucking, kissing, licking—

“Remus,” you mewled, body bowing over his head, knees buckling slightly when he let his tongue drag over your clit, kissing around it before going back to those slow, deliberate licks. “Oh shit, oh my god.”

He was soft about it, hands keeping you up, keeping you open for him, eyes full of fierce affection as he watched you fall apart for him, tongue nudging against your entrance until you sobbed, curling over your clit again and again and again until you were too close to bear it. 

“Need you,” you sniffed, eyes glassy, a hand dragging over his cheek. “Fuck, Remus, need you inside me.”

Remus pulled back, only just, huffing out a breath of warm air over your poor, sensitive cunt as he laughed. “Thought we were being quick, hmm?” He asked, tone light and teasing. He knew you were close, could tell by the way you’d went pliant against him, pussy fluttering each time he swiped his tongue through your folds. “C’mon, you gonna come for me?”

You nodded, breath hitching, nose scrunching at the effort of staying upright. “Just need more,” god, you sounded out of it, almost slurring despite your one spilled drink, your lips still kiss bitten and red. “Can I have your fingers, handsome, please?”

Remus cooed at your affection, leaving kisses and lilac bruises over the tops of your thighs, his mouth busy elsewhere. He brought two fingers to where you wanted them, getting them slick between your folds, groaning at the velvet feel of you. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, love, fuck,” his voice was all awe and appreciation, his cock twitching under his slacks, kicking up in protest at being left out. “There you go, that better?” He slid his digits in, marvelling at how easy you took them, how warm and wet you were, fluttering around him already. 

You nodded, gasping, body almost bent in half as you clung to his hair, his face pushed into the mess of your creased dress and slick skin, your leg still dangling from his shoulder. 

“C’mon on then, baby,” Remus was being awful now, truly. Words coming with a bite of condescension, wrapped up all silky and pretty with his soft tone. He only really called you ‘baby’ like this, the affection making you feel small and lovely, just for him. “Make yourself come, there’s my good girl.”

You knew what he wanted. And who were you to deny him?

You straightened up, head thrown back carelessly against the tiles as you gripped the boy’s hair a little harder, tugging a little mean, nails scratching at his scalp. You shifted your hips, searching for him, for his mouth, for his tongue. And you found it when he ducked back down for you, kissing over your cunt with the softest of touches, making you work for it as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You moved with more intent, hips grinding against his face, Remus’ free hand sliding down to grab at your ass, squeezing meanly. 

You shifted and his tongue caught your clit just right, a needy noise leaving your throat and letting the boy know that wasn’t to dare stop what he was doing. So he kept his tongue pressed to you just like that, groaned into you a little wild when you held him there, moving over him to chase the high you were guaranteed to get. 

It was obscene, the noises you made, the sounds he let out. It was filthy, the way he scratched his short nails down the back of your thigh, curling his hand under your knee to pull you closer. It was dirty, the way you came on his tongue, Remus’ eyes rolling back before his lashes fluttered shut, nose pressed into your folds, tongue licking up everything you gave him, his fingers sliding out of you to trail over your leg, leaving wetness in his wake. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, drunk sounding, standing up a little shakily after he dropped your leg slowly back to the ground, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee as he did so. “Christ, you’re too pretty, y’know that?”

It was dizzying, the buzz that lingered over your skin, the high that was still coursing through each limb. His lovely words settled over you like wildflowers, blooming between the cracks of your ribs, twisting over your neck, your cheeks as he kissed you sweet. 

“Remus,” his name was a clumsy thing on your lips, sticky with affection, cloying at your throat. You still wanted him, possibly more than you did before. He tasted like you when you kissed him, pressed shakily to your tiptoes, reaching for his jaw greedily for more. “Take me home, please.”

He hummed, pleased, the sound turning to the throaty groan when your kisses changed to filth, your tongue kitten licking over his bottom lip, sucking it between your own to chase the taste he took from between your thighs. His hands grabbed your hips, smoothing down your dress for you before petting at your hair, piecing you back together after he’d ripped you apart. 

“Please?” Remus repeated, a pretty smile playing at his lips. He looked as dazed as you felt, his cock still painfully hard and pressed between you both but he seemed unphased, more than happy to have you like putty in his arms. “You’re lovely, you know that? S’too much, too sweet.”

You nodded, eyes heavy lidded, eager to agree to whatever he said. “I’d very much like to show you how lovely I think you are too. Let’s go.”

That made him blush, cheeks rosy, eyes bright, as if he was a schoolboy with a crush and not a twenty something who’d gotten his girl so worked up in a public setting, he had to have her there and then. 

“They’ll notice,” he murmured, ducking back down for another kiss, smiling through it, whispering against your lips like he couldn’t bear to part from you. “They’ll be horrid about it.”

You knew who they were. James. Sirius. You realised you really didn’t care. Not then, maybe tomorrow, probably when you met them for the lunch they always demanded during hangovers. Three pizzas shared between five, jugs of fresh lemonade made by Lily and maybe a bowl of chicken wings if James was feeling extra delicate. 

You shrugged, unbothered, hair still mussed despite the way the boy had tried his best to fix it, lipgloss all gone, your neck kissed and bitten, all marked up in the best way. You looked like you had been doing exactly what you had been doing. 

“Better be quick about then,” you told him, dragging him out of the door, the charms bursting around you both, glittering in the air. 

You ignored the whistles, the whoops, the hollers - but god, you really couldn’t help laughing when Sirius called Remus a dirty harlot. And when you both got outside, the sun setting across the village, Remus kissed you as you disapparated, and if you landed directly in his bed, well. 

With your body rigidly pressed against the wall and your wand clutched tight in your hands you called out, “Sirius, if you’re trying to scare me again, I swear to Merlin I’ll cut off all your pretty hair. It stopped being funny after the first 4 times.” 

A head of sandy curls peeked out from the blanket and you felt relief seep into your bones. 

“S’just me, darling.” Remus mumbled, his voice much fainter than you were used to. 

You sighed and walked over to your bed, Remus haphazardly kicking his feet until your books fell to the floor. 

“Sorry,” you winced, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I’m fine.” he responded, opening the blanket as an invitation to join him. “M’sorry I scared you.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You climbed in beside him and he immediately wrapped himself around your body, the action uncommonly needy of him.

“Are you alright?” you queried, twisting around in his grasp so you could see his flushed face. 

He huffed and twisted his fingers into your hair, “Actually, I feel quite shit.” 

“Sore?” you questioned, a genuine pout coming to your lips at the thought of the constant pain your sweet boyfriend was in. 

Remus laughed weakly and tightened his hold on you, “Always.” he replied. “But, that’s not it…it’s my head. S’been killing me since I woke up this morning.”

His eyes looked glossy as you looked up at them and you were suddenly aware of the intense heat radiating off of his skin. 

“Do you have a fever, Rem?” 

He shrugged and looked to the ceiling. 

“C’mere.” you cooed, sitting up. “Lemme check.” 

“Doesn’t matter, love.” he protested. “I’ve got an OWL in 30 minutes, can’t miss it. Jus’ needed to see you before I go.”

You rolled your eyes and took his face in your hands. “Who cares about the bloody OWL’s when my boyfriend is sick?” 

He raised his eyebrows as if in disbelief, but you could see the fondness lingering in his irises.  

“The world doesn’t stop turning just because I’m sick.” he argued. 

“Mhm,” you agreed. “It also won’t stop turning if you let someone take care of you every once in a while.” 

He ducked his head to hide the grin he was biting back. He was never quite sure what he did to deserve you but he found that questioning it was a rabbit hole he best stay away from. 

You pushed the hair off of his forehead and leaned forward, centimeters away from his face. 

“Nuh-uh.” he fought, leaning back. “You’re gonna get sick.” 

You used his temporary weakness to your advantage and pulled him back to you firmly until your foreheads were pressed together. 

“Stop whining.” you whispered fondly. “M’just checking your temperature.” 

‘You gotta thermometer in your forehead that I don’t know about?” he teased, his breath fanning over your bottom lip. 

“You’re burning up.” 

He bumped your nose with his own and smirked lamely, “You too, doll.” 

“Don’t flirt.” you scolded. “I’m assessing, Rem.” 

You pecked the tip of his nose, and pulled yourself off of the bed heading towards your dresser where you had stashed a pain draught for next month’s full moon. 

Remus burrowed himself further in the blankets, immediately missing your body against his. “What’s the diagnosis then?” 

You plopped onto the edge of the bed, “Probably just a little head cold.” you decided. “You can take this.” 

You handed him the little bottle. 

“Don’t need it.” he dismissed. “I need you to stop playing doctor and c’mere.” He opened his arms beckoning you to him. 

Ever appeasing, you crawled into his arms and laid your head on his sweater clad chest.

“You still have to take it.” you insisted. 

He rested his chin on your crown and breathed in your peachy shampoo. “I don’t need some measly pain medicine, just need m’girl is all.” 

“Rem,” you whined, pouting against him. 

“Alright, fine.” he huffed. “You know, you’re always getting your way w’me?” 

“Mhm.” you nodded. Grinning as you could feel his chest move swallowing the draught. 

He pushed his hands under your shirt, rubbing up and down a few times before resting his hands against the bare skin of your back, and kissing the top of your head lovingly. 

Sighing dreamingly you got out and started running up that hill, you seriously couldn't wait to see him.

Your eyes lightened up seeing the love of your life fixing the flowers in his hands, he looked nervous it's adorable.

You slowly walked up to him, smelling the sweet smell of the food he prepared, the candies and cake that had the most delicious looking frosting.

"hi there partner" you grabbed his attention, immediately he looked up at you with a smile growing on his face.

"hello my dove, you look gorgeous as always" he sighs dreamingly looking at you admiring how lucky he was to have you.

You smiled back with the same wide smile, "and you my love look as handsome as always" you placed your hand on his cheek giving him a soft peck on his lips.

You both sat down taking his hand into yours, you both felt at peace, at home.

All problems of the week are forgotten, just the two of you in your own little world and you wouldn't want it any different.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you felt his hand squeezing yours, "missed you" he broke the comforting silence.

You smiled. "I missed you more love" you replied almost immediately, squeezing his hand as he did to yours.

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Hours passed and you guys were still in that spot, laughing, talking,sharing bites with eachother.

Everything was so perfect you wouldn't want to change that in anyway, and you were sure he wouldn't either. The soft breeze around you, making the flowers and trees softly dance in command.

As you heard the soothing calm voice of your lover reading quietly to you, you feel your eyes start to slowly close, drifting off to sleep.

Remus felt your breath even out, soft snores traveling through the silence, a sign of how tired you were from the stressful weak.

He chuckled to himself, gosh you were so adorable.

Taking you back to the dorms, sneaking away from the teacher roaming the halls.

Arriving in your room he slowly shook you, "Dove come on lets get changed so we can sleep better yeah?".

You grumbled some nonsense but it was clear you didn't want to get up.

He smiled at you, "i know my love but we have to get comfortable".

Changing into some more comfortable clothes, luckily you had stolen some clothes from Remus so he too was able to relax.

Laying in bed, your head laying on his chest, arm wrapped tightly around each other, two puzzle pieces fitting one another so perfectly.

Remus placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before he drifted off to sleep, and so did you.

Even though you were going to deal with james and Sirius's teasing you all day long, and the little look lily gives you "i think i know what you did".

You knew that you were being unwise, acting out of impulse instead of reason, something he’d surely berate you for, as he always did, but you couldn’t quite keep yourself away from him tonight, and for that, you could hardly be blamed. You followed the familiar path down to the west wing of the palace, slipping into empty rooms and hiding behind corners when you sensed the presence of another. The thrill of your actions soon replaced with excitement to see him when you neared his bedroom. Your knuckles brushed against his door in a delicate knock, loud enough to alert him that there was someone here but not enough to inform the other guests of your presence in their side of the palace.

“Give me a second,” he groaned from the other side of the wooden barrier, his hoarse, clearly tired voice setting your insides ablaze as you waited impatiently for him to discover you, not considering the consequences of your actions for one second. “What could possibly be important enough to bother me at this hour?” he pondered, the door finally opening to reveal his disheveled figure, free hand scratching at his shirtless chest before he realized who it was that came to disrupt his slumber. “Princess,” he nearly gasped, delicately pulling you into his room with a giggle from your lips as he looked around the hallway in desperate search of anyone who may have spotted you.

“I’m certain I was not followed, I was careful,” you promised, tugging on his arm as his hand rested ever so gently on your waist.

“Heavens, princess,” he breathed, closing the door with one final glance to the outside before meeting your gaze. “You know that you cannot come down here unannounced, anyone could’ve seen you,” he scolded, and your excited eyes faltered for a second. “Not to mention that if I had known you were coming, I’d have made sure not to be indecent upon your arrival,” he noted, lips shadowing the faintest smile as he walked to his wardrobe to retrieve a shirt. “I thought we were smarter than this.”

“I hardly mind your indecency, my lord,” you quipped with a smile of your own, ignoring the warning glare he’d given you as you padded further into his room. “And I’m aware my actions may have been foolish, but I had to see you and I couldn’t be expected to wait until morning, not with the day I’ve had.”

“I insisted on being the one to tell you, though, your father has never been one to be advised against a mind already settled,” his voice had grown soft like it had when the concept had been suggested the first time when it was but a drop of water in an ocean of other possibilities.

“I am to be wed,” you noted, though neither of you were unaware, your frustration clear even though much hadn’t been said. “Am I to assume that my royal adviser fought against this?”

“As if my very life depended on it, as it does, no?” he was the first to step towards you, shaking his head as your excitement deflated into the hard truth of a fate you had no desire for. “I could only do so much unless I were to announce my feelings for you to the entirety of parliament,” his calloused fingers moved slowly, as always, as he brushed a thumb over your cheeks to rid the soft flesh of tears.

“I have no say in the matter,” you gasped, and he nodded in understanding, giving you a moment to breath when your fingers surrounded his wrists. “What if I wish to fight for you?” you asked him, desperate as you stepped even closer, seeing no need for space in a moment so drastically intimate. “What if I wish to fight for us, Rem?” you watched his eyes as they fled over your face, the simple slip of addressing him by his name made his entire body ache, an unfamiliar comfort he would need no time to adjust to.

“I wish to fight for you too,” he promised in return, and you ached to be even closer, in his arms, against his chest, you ached for a level of intimacy only provided by the one whom you loved.

“But if we have no more time.”

“We have,” he objected, empty words, words to soothe your heart, but not your mind. “We have, and I believe we will find a way to be happy, together, but no more tears tonight, hmm,” he cooed, and though you tried not to, you instantly melted into his touch when his other hand moulded around your cheek.

You lingered in the moment, wanting to savour every bit of it, knowing that words were merely words and that there was no guarantee that you’d find even a glimpse of happiness with the man you believed yourself to be in love with. You’ve always had stolen moments, and truthfully if the charade were to continue, you’d treasure the stolen moments even more than you did now, but there was something about the threat of finality that intensified your need to remember the faintest details of his very existence.

Remus was doing the same, of course, hiding his actions much more skillfully than you were, though he’d always had a habit of being the strong one between the two of you, the one who had the most hope. He saw solutions where you merely saw struggles and though it was his profession, it was also his pleasure to rid your life of anything that might cause you even an iota of unhappiness. Remus knew there would never truly be a future with you, not one without heartbreak and pain, he knew it to be an undoubted truth and he may not have a solution for that, but he knew what your heart longed for, and he’d be a coward to deny that his heart longed for the very same.

“Stay,” he nearly whispered, no longer being able to bear the silence surrounding you, your eyes lighting up in an instant at the prospect, knowing his rules, knowing the dangers. “Stay here tonight?”

“Are you certain?”

“No,” he answered quite quickly, smiling as you giggled softly. “No, not at all. If I were to consider myself a good advisor, I’d be advising you against it,” he sighed, lowering his hands to entwine your fingers with his own. “But I do not wish to see you leave, not when you’re upset,” he explained and then scoffed lightly. “And selfishly, I’d have to admit, that I’d simply enjoy your company.”

“I could leave before the rest of the house stirs,” you noted, excitedly gripping onto his hands as he smiled at you.

“You could,” he agreed with an intoxicating grin as he shifted slightly to guide you to the bed, knowing, of course, that you’d demand him to remain in the bed with you despite his constant objection, but he was in no mood to fight you on that tonight. “You need to release me, princess, I need to make room for you,” he teased and though you hid it well, he was very much aware of the blush his words prompted, kissing your hand as he’s done countless times before.

“Am I to sleep in this?” you mused as you looked down at your overly formal attire, his actions pausing as he realized you were still wearing your gown from the ball, having been so distracted by having you alone in his room that he truly hadn’t noticed. You shared a knowing look, both laughing lightly as he moved away from the bed once again.

“I think you’d rather not,” he hummed and retrieved another shirt from his wardrobe, eyeing you carefully to receive some sort of instruction as to what he should do next, having no lady’s maid to assist you in changing.

“I shall need some help, if you don’t mind,” you breathed, uncharacteristically nervous as he nodded, moving behind you where his fingers hovered over the strings, awaiting your nod of consent before he exhaled slowly, nimbly ridding you of the contraption that bound you as he placed it down. You thought him to want to move away for the next part, though Remus was always one to surprise you, shivers running down your spine as his fingers brushed over your increasingly exposed shoulders, pausing when he found you to be able to do the rest, not stepping away until his soft lips whispered a delicate kiss to the bare skin.

“Princess,” he breathed, suddenly very aware of his actions as he stepped away from you, realizing that though you’ve shared delicate moments before, this was entirely new and though an addictive idea, it was far too reckless of him.

“Not so concerned about indecency now, are you, my lord?” you mused, voice shaking with a rush of electricity caused by his touch, a smile on your lips when you turned around to see him, gripping your underdress tightly to keep yourself covered, his eyes not daring to leave yours as he smiled as well.

“You seem to rob me of all my restraint, your grace,” he shook his head at that, stepping aside to the other side of his room, where he made sure to keep his eyes plastered to the bricks of the wall, patiently, respectfully, though no doubt torturously waiting for you to slip into his clothes instead of your own. You wanted to test your limits though, understanding tonight, more than ever, that your time together was fleeting.

“Remus,” you nearly whispered, grateful for the close quarters as he turned, accepting your soft voice as permission to look at you, eyes lighting up at the sight and you thought yourself ever so lucky to be the reason behind the little reaction. “Would you hold me?” you pondered out loud, not sure if he’d allow you the illicit comfort of his arms wrapped around your body so freely.

“Of course,” he was breathless, no reason for it other than being overwhelmed by the liberties the two of you were taking, liberties that could destroy you both, his life hanging in the balance, your virtue and honour threatened simply by his presence, but he was past the point of return, have been from the second he saw you standing in his doorway, he was at your disposal- always had been, always would be.

He sat down onto the bed nimbly, a hand held out for you as you met him there, ever so carefully allowing him to guide you to be next to him, a shuddered breath leaving both of your lips when you sank down onto his chest, large eyes never leaving his as his strong arms surrounded you

“I must admit, that not a moment has passed where I had not pictured this very scene,” you confessed, shaky hands traveling over his chest, tracing the outlines of his scars through the barrier of his shirt, having memorized their position after years of pining from a distance, little interruptions of his sparring sessions, accidental intrusions like tonight- you’d memorized as much of him as he allowed you to see and then everything about himself he thought to be hidden. You knew it all, you loved it all, and you’d engraved it all into the walls of your mind in case you were to ever lose him. “I am so deeply infatuated with you, Remus Lupin,” you whispered as your head laid on his shoulder, body moulded to his as if he was created just for you.

“As am I with you,” he paused, your eager eyes swimming with excitement as he met your gaze. “As am I with you, Y/n,” he noted and smiled when the simplest little gesture made your skin crawl with excitement, face warm against his skin as you placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “You are to be the end of me,” he teased, and his fingers brushed your chin as he pulled your face towards his. “I will always fight for our secret moments, for you- I will protect you with my life,” his eyes were restless as they jumped from yours to your lips to your eyes once again.

“Kiss me,” you nearly begged, hands fleeing to his neck as he pulled you closer. “Please,” you breathed, and he smirked.