UNDER THE MOON, Remus Lupin

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BIRTHDAY BOO

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Oh, birthdays. The special occasion that Remus despised above all others. Well, they were fine when they weren't his birthdays. But this one did happen to be his. He must've put eight different spells on the door to lock Alice out so she couldn't torture him. Yet, in his hearts of hearts he knew she'd find her way in anyhow.

This point was proved as soon as his door burst open. Alice looked frazzled and slightly ticked off. "Remus John Lupin! Did you try to lock me out!?"

He blushed. Hard. And nervously. "Of course not."

Alice visibly calmed down and took a deep breath. Then she grinned again and ran toward him, tackling him to the couch. Her lipstick smeared soft kisses all over his neck. "Happy birthday, love!"

Remus rolled his eyes. Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all... His hands grabbed her upper thighs and he pleasantly sighed as Alice's lips found his. "Such a shame I have to teach classes today."

"I could've blown a few balloons for you... or let you open a few gifts." Alice bit her lip and briskly kissed Remus again.

It was a very impulsive thought. Remus found himself shifting beneath Alice, trying to adjust his pants. "Alice..."

"Maybe even have a slice of cake. A very special recipe." Although Remus knew that Alice was well aware of what she was doing to him, he also knew she liked the control over him. It was especially obvious as she shifted forward on his strained pants and whimpered in a begging manner.

Remus grabbed her hair and pulled her to his level, taking her in a rough, needy kiss. Alice continued to move back and forth on his lap in her skirt, her hands on his chest, her lips on his. Everything between them becoming a mess of friction. She was so good at everything, including driving Remus batshit crazy. Because she was driving alright. She was steering, riding, and shifting in every right way.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Alice." Remus brushed his lips against her shoulder, pulling her close to him by her thighs.

"Oh, Remus. It's your birthday. How about we agree that you're the gorgeous one?"

He chuckled, clearly in disbelief and disagreement. "Ah... no. I'm just... me."

"What don't you like about yourself?" Alice swept his hair out of his face and rocked forward on his pelvis.

Remus licked his lips and breathed out. "I don't really like anything about myself, if I was to be honest with you. But I don't want to whinge about it..."

"Well... what do you dislike the most?"

It was a close tie between his scars and his smile. "Scars..." they made him different. His supernatural, monster qualities. The ones he couldn't hide so easily. "They look... not right."

"They look beautiful to me. They're like..." Alice trailed off and began smiling. A bright, white smile. Pink lips, playful. "They're like shooting stars." Her fingertips softly ran along them until they grasped his jaw.

Remus was flustered, noticeably. His nose was twitching and he couldn't refrain from smirking. "Don't be so sweet, you're killing me here."

Alice pressed her lips to each of his scars over and over again. "I love your scars, Remus. They're part of you, and I love all parts of you."

He felt so happy and overjoyed that he could've thrown up. Shooting stars? His scars? Was it possible they looked so lovely? "Happy Birthday indeed." Remus stood up, taking Alice with him as her legs wrapped around his waist and held her up by her thighs.