selenophobia [r. lupin.]

fifteen.

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"We're living in a fantasy. I feel it when you dance with me."

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

The sunlight shining into my face nearly blinded me as I woke up. I cringed at the brightness, squinting my eyes and raising a hand to block it out. I barely registered Remus' fingertips dancing up and down my waistline underneath the jumper, the soft brush of skin to skin contact giving me goosebumps.

"I forgot to close the curtains last night, I'm sorry," his husky morning voice resonated throughout his chest where my head lay against. "Good morning, darling," he added on.

I looked up at him, a lazy smile adorning my face. "Morning," I yawned, stretching against him before pecking his lips gently. "How did you sleep?" I drawled out, turning my head so that my chin rested atop his chest, locking eyes with him.

His free hand reached up to ruffle my hair before going down and running his thumb across my cheek. "I slept lovely considering that I had the best view to look forward to when I'd wake up," he teased me as I felt his fingertips drag up and down my curves.

"And what might that be?" I purred, deciding to play along with whatever Remus was insinuating.

His hand stilled, and he thought about what he should say to me next. "If you're dying to know, it's you. Because quite frankly, you look better in my clothes than I do, 'Lena," he dipped his head down to kiss me again.

I giggled against his lips, our kiss lasting a bit longer than a normal peck, before I pulled away and sat up. "As much as I'd love to just spend the morning with you, I do need to head back and get ready for the day," I fake pouted as I pushed myself up to my feet, but that was short lived as I felt his fingers close around my wrist, tugging me back into the bed. I landed on top of him, my legs automatically straddling him.

"I think I can convince you to stay," he suggested, and in an instant he leaned up and crashed his lips against my own.

Every time we kissed, it would send me to paradise, so it was no surprise that my immediate response was to entangle and curl my fingers around honey-colored locks. His thumbs rubbed warm circles into my skin as our lips continued to meld together. It was slow and gentle, like how most of our mornings started.

I don't know what snapped inside of us, but with a buck of Remus' hips upward, our kissing turned more aggressive as time progressed.

His erection made contact with my clothed pussy, and I gasped into his mouth at the sensation. Damn, he was already hard from just kissing? That feeling alone sent chills throughout my entire body and my want for my lover to grow. I removed one of my hands from its spot in his hair, dragging it down his bare chest and abdomen, making sure to trace along his scars. Once my hand reached to where our hips met, I started to palm him through his pajama pants.

A guttural moan escaped from the back of his throat as he broke apart from our heated kiss, knocking his head back into the pillows. I continue to run my hand up and down the imprint of his erection. "Hard already?" I jested, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.

He let out a breathy laugh before looking back up at me. "What can I say? You drive me crazy, 'Lena," he responded, hands gripping my hips tightly.

I blushed a bit before slipping my hand underneath the waistband of the pants and his boxers, wrapping my hand around his length and stroking it slowly. He hardened at my touch, and I felt my stomach tighten. As I continued to jerk him off, his hands left my waist and traveled up to my chest, cupping my breasts and massaging them gently.