𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. ʀ. ʟᴜᴘɪɴ

forty-eight

Having Asteria back in Evangeline's life and Mary being around did more for Evangeline than she thought. 

Her and Mary would often spend afternoons together grabbing tea and Evangeline would visit her mother and have dinner, even Remus came along for some of them.

The road to recovery was slow, but having support made it less lonely. 

It had been two months since the loss. Remus' birthday came and went with a blast, he opted to keep things quieter and have a small gathering at their home. Before they knew it, it was mid March.

Evangeline closed the curtains for the night, the moonlight catching light on the water droplets covering the grass outside. She padded into the bedroom, eyes landing on Remus who was laying in bed shirtless reading a novel with his reading glasses perched on his nose. 

One thing Evangeline appreciated was that Remus didn't force or even bring up sex knowing how she'd been for the past two months, but now it was getting tiering. She knew he was treading carefully, not wanting to guilt her for not being in the mood. She was starting to wish he'd initiate something, but it's not like she made a move to do anything either. Maybe he wasn't ready yet... maybe. 

"You alright, darling?" his voice broke through her thoughts, eyes never leaving his novel.

"Fine," she squeaked, walking into the bathroom and closing the door without another word. 

She undressed and turned on the shower, glancing at her form in the mirror. She missed her belly. It had gone down mostly, the smallest bump on her lower abdomen still visible.

She stepped into the shower, taking much longer than normal. She washed her hair and scrubbed her body, shaving and exfoliating. She hadn't done so much pampering in a long time, it felt good. 

After she got out she rubbed on lavender vanilla lotion, a smell Remus had said more than once that he liked on her. She stared at her fully washed body in the mirror, feeling better than before. 

She mentally chided herself, she had nothing exactly sexy to wear. But then again, Remus had said more than once that her in just his t-shirt was the best sight in the world to him after, well, her wearing nothing at all. 

She slipped into a pair of panties and the t-shirt she grabbed before taking a shower and put it on, brushing her hair and letting it air dry into its usual waves. After brushing her teeth and moisturizing her face, she took several deep breaths. 

It's okay that he hasn't brought it up, he's trying to be considerate, she reminded herself.

What if he turns me down? He'd probably still do it in a way that doesn't make me feel terrible. 

It's okay, it's just Remus. 

It's just Remus. 

That's the issue, it's Remus. 

She shook the anxiety out of her bones and walked out of the bathroom, seeing him in his same spot as before. She stared at him, leaning up against the doorpost.

"Going to come to bed or are you just going to stare at me?" he asked, eyes still on that damned book. 

She mustered up all the courage she had and crawled onto the bed to him, wiggling herself on top of Remus and between his book. He kept the book opened and flipped the page, hand going to rub her back. 

She peppered kisses over his collarbone and neck, feeling him sigh lightly. That seemed to have caught his attention. 

"What are you doing, love?"

She gave no answer as she trailed her kisses up his jaw, hearing him close his book and place it on the nightstand. She kissed his cheekbone and pulled back, face inches from his. 

She carefully pulled his glasses off of his face, placing them on top of his book. Both of his hands went to her back, continuing to rub up and down affectionately. She finally closed the gap between them, lips pressing to his.

Evangeline eventually sat up, thighs on either side of his body. She took his hands and placed them on her hips, her hands smoothing down his chest. 

"Always liked you like this," he mumbled, hands giving her flesh a soft squeeze. 

"So I've been told," she said, rolling her hips lightly.

He let out a breathy sigh, hands traveling under her shirt. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, a move he had done countless times yet she never tired of. 

"But..." his voice softly sounded over the light sighs they were both letting out as she rolled her hips a little harder. His hands left her breasts and went to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up. She removed her shirt in a flash, earning a very appreciative smile from him. "You look better like this."

"Also been told that, come on, Rem, tell me something I don't know," she breathlessly said as his hands settled back to her hips. 

He quickly turned themselves over in the blink of an eye, somehow managing to kick the covers down while he did so. Her eyes widened in surprise as his lips latched onto her neck, "have you been told that every time I go down on you and tell you that I don't need the favor returned is because I've managed to get off just by being between your legs?"

Now that was something she didn't know. And if that didn't make her heartbeat travel south, she didn't know what did. 

"That's new," she said, pulling her lip between her teeth as his lips closed around her left nipple.

After paying her upper body plenty of attention to have her squirming on the bed, he gently pulled down her underwear and settled between her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, occasionally pulling her skin between his teeth. 

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at him, what a sight to behold, she thought, and it's all mine. 

"You going to last down there?" she teased. 

He peered up at her, "we'll see."

a/n
i have yet to build up the courage to write full on smut. someone dare me to do it. i dare you to dare me.