selenophobia [r. lupin.]

thirteen.

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"so move me, baby. shake like the bough of a willow tree. you do it naturally, move me baby."

***S.D.K.***

I'm not quite sure what it was, whether it be the half-downed wine bottle in our systems or the kisses that kept us yearning for more, but we quickly left our picnic spot and were now in my quarters, my back against the door and his hands roaming across my body.

One hand pinned me against the wood by my neck, fingers gently adding pressure to the sides, while the other lightly rubbed my pussy over my clothes.  His lips were parted, barely brushing against mine and leaving me whimpering for him and craving more.  I'd lean forward to kiss him, but he'd just pull away every time with a low, dark chuckle, and it only made his hand restrict my airway even more.

"Remus, please," I'd beg him softly, one of my hands coming up to the forearm of the hand that was clutched around my throat.

He continued to toy with me, the smirk not leaving his face as he watched me writhe in his grasp.  "I'm just returning the favor, 'Lena.  You left me all hot and bothered at my desk several nights ago, so it's only fair that I do the same, right?" he teased in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

I nodded, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss him again, but just like all of the other times, I was stopped by his hand, and it made me breathless.  "Fuck," I hissed.  His hand left its spot from between my legs, and it was at that moment that I realized how wet I was for him.  He also finally removed the hand from around my neck, bringing both hands up to tug on the straps of my overalls.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, darling.  I just need to hear you say that you trust me," he instructed before sliding my straps down so that they hung loosely around my waist, my lower half still covered.  While he did that, I started to work on unbuttoning his flannel.  "Do you trust me, Selena?" he repeated himself.

I nodded once, biting my lip as our eyes locked.

"Words.  I need to hear you say it," he reiterated.

I gulped.  What did he have planned?  "I trust you, Remus," I breathed out as I reached the bottom of his buttons and pushed his shirt open, revealing his scar-ridden chest to me.  God, he was beautiful despite them; the imperfections made it perfect.

He huffed as I ran my fingers along his skin.  "Good girl.  Now let's get you to the bed, yes?" his fingertips ghosted down my arms until he took my hands in his, leading me to my bed while walking backwards.

Once we made it to my bedroom, Bean knew what was going on, so she quickly hopped down from her spot before padding over to get comfy on the beanbag, out of earshot from us.  Remus turned us around and lay me down on the mattress.  He shrugged off his flannel completely and discarded it to the corner before climbing between my legs and finally letting our lips collide.  The kiss was slow, passionate, our tongues barely grazing against one another.

He tugged at the dungarees that still hung loosely on my waist, so I lifted my hips for him to remove them easier.  I pulled back from the intoxicating kiss to remove my blouse, revealing the matching sage-green set I wore in hindsight; trust me, I saw this moment coming from a mile away.

His eyes flickered from my chest to my panties, specifically the wet spot, and he sucked in a breath.  "'Lena, you—...God, I'm so lucky," he rasped before dipping down and connecting our mouths once more, this kiss harsher than the last one.

I let out a tiny moan into his mouth as his middle finger started to rub back and forth along my clothed pussy.  I wasn't going to submit to him completely though.  I captured his lower lip between my teeth, biting down and gently tugging on it.  He groaned into my mouth at the feeling, applying more pressure between my legs.  I tossed my head back in pleasure which gave him access to move down to my neck, sucking on my jugular gently but hard enough that it would leave a hickey.