Ad Infinitum (Remus Lupin X Reader)

XXII • Ego Ostendam Tibi Quomodo

XXII • Ego Ostendam Tibi Quimodo • I'll Show You How

"And next time, I'd like to use my mouth."

"What?" I stammered. "Your- your mouth?"

"Come on," he said and stood up. "We should get back upstairs." With a wave of his wand, the television was pushed back into its corner and turned off, and he pushed his chair in. I buttoned my jeans with trembling fingers and stood, finding my knees weak beneath me.

Remus set his hand on my back as we walked. My entire body was still buzzing from his touch, and with every step, I found that there was a new sensitivity between my legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked as we reached his classroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

"Do you want to clean yourself up? I have clothes you can borrow," he said, his hand still on my back as he led me to his bedroom.

"That would be nice," I said and waited as he dug out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. "Thanks."

"Of course. Let me know if you need anything," he said as I shut the bathroom door.

I undressed and cleaned myself up before slipping on Remus's clothes. Even when I was alone in the bathroom, my cheeks were aflame as I remembered what had happened, and all I wanted was to experience it again. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and Remus had somehow understood exactly what to do to create that feeling inside of me, the indescribable feeling that was slowly subsiding.

I stayed in the bathroom for a moment, thinking everything over. I was embarrassed, but Remus hadn't seemed bothered at all. In fact, he had said that he wanted to use his mouth. I felt a wave of heat pass over my body at the memory of his words.

Slowly, I pushed the door open and entered Remus's bedroom, where he was waiting.

"You're still okay?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Good," he said and brushed by me to enter the bathroom, where he washed his hands. I chewed on my lip.

I watched as he dried his hands and sat down on his bed.

"Come here," he said and patted the spot beside him. I sat down and watched him lie down, his hands gently coaxing me to do the same. I laid beside him, feeling him pull me closer to him. "Relax."

I let out a deep breath and nestled into his side, burying my face in his chest.

"What's wrong? You're quiet," he said after a couple of minutes, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm confused but I don't want you to get mad at me," I said.

"I won't."

"I thought you weren't going to do this kind of thing with me," I said, tracing the pattern of his sweater with my fingers.

"Are you regretting it?" he asked.

"No, I'm a little bit embarrassed but I don't regret it," I said. "You just seemed very adamant that you weren't going to do anything more with me and that seemed like a pretty big step up from kissing."

"Maybe I changed my mind," he said.

"I would like that."

He sighed quietly, letting his eyes fall shut. "You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said after a moment. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I don't know why you affect me like this," I said and chewed on my lip. "Isn't it a little strange how quickly I fall apart?"

"No, it's not," he said. "You do the same to me."