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{Mature Chapter}
𝕲rinning toothily, I lifted my head from the written letter Scarlette had just had owled over, finding Remus in the doorway, red and gold checkered pants hanging alluringly low on his hips.
He stretched his arms, his defined v-line appearing when his pants dipped lower, my eyes shamelessly staring unblinking. I found myself admiring the freshly painted buttercups twined with his white scars glistening from the warm glow of the lamp besides me. Catching me looking, a smirk tugged at his lips, flexing his abdomen muscles on his mind's command.
I snorted, placing Scarlette's letter on my bedside table, crooking a finger towards him with a wonder, "Was that supposed to impress me, Re?"
Remus nodded his head confidently, padding into their bedroom, bones chanting in glee and happiness from catching her staring at him, lips parted and eyes half lidded. There was always something about discovering his wife checking him out that made his heart beat kick up and his stomach to flood with wild butterflies. She makes him feel as though he's been carved by the gods themselves, and before her, he'd never thought that before.
He smiled dopily at her grunt when he collapsed himself limp on top of her, spying the golden clasped buttercup necklace still around her neck all these years. Her pearly hair tickles his nose when she shifted comfortably underneath him until she was laying down, fingertips brushing against his spine, mapping his scars so deftly it sent him into a whirl of shivers.
Humming contentedly, I traced the figure of the crescent moon, heart and buttercup on his lower back, hands itching to slide down further to the fabric covering his scarred, yet oh so beautiful skin. He never wore a t-shirt when holding Maple around the cottage, most specifically in the mornings and evenings.
She settles better from the warmth blessing his chest and the closeness and bonding she feels from the contact. And I know he likes it too, though sometimes she does try to breastfeed from him confusedly. He'd laugh, lower his head to kiss her nose and pass her to me or find a bottle to feed her before taking her back. It was evident Maple loves her daddy, and her daddy loves her.
I'm stirred from my thoughts when my back arched into him on its own accord, feeling lips slowly trailing up my neck, from collarbone to ear, briefly sucking or nibbling. A soft sigh escaped my throat, toes curling at the foot of the bed when the vibrations from his low hum rippled through my body in electrifying waves.
"Buttercup"
He calls, voice slightly husky, my eyes growing soft at the nickname from when it all started. Gliding my palms up, my thumbs found his temples, rubbing soothingly when he lifted his head to me, the tips of our noses bumping between us. Without warning, his mouth slants against mine tasting like a golden passage of the future — one Teddy would be most interested in.
Remus squirms, lips swiftly detaching from hers to stare at her incredulously. He'd been too enraptured, captivated by their kiss to notice she'd slipped her magical palms down his trousers and his briefs, squeezing his backside. She does it again, biting the inside of her cheek as she looks to him mirthfully, barely being able to stifle her laughter from his dumbfounded reaction.
