Following the events of the same universe where Juliet Potter and Remus Lupin fell in love, the insouciance has faded into misery as all parties prepare for the war, willing to pull any card to win a war from which none will truly come out victoriou...
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WARNING! smut ahead
April 1978
Juliet couldn't help but melt against his touch, but after a moment she forced herself away from his lips.
"Remus, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." He kissed her again just to be pushed once more.
She put her hand on his chest to keep him at a safe distance. "I can smell it on you." She sounded sad, almost disappointed.
He sighed, getting his hands off her hips to put them on the desk behind her, trapping her in between his arms.
"What difference does it make?"
He knew she was nervous. She was blinking fast and chewing on the inside of her cheeks every few seconds. All effect it had on him was to drive him more insane, he would not be able to keep away unless she told him no.
"You're intoxicated. You're not thinking straight. You're going to wake up tomorrow, hungover, and you're going to hate me again." She rambled. "Please, don't do this to us."
Juliet was scared of how it would affect their relationship. He was upset with her, it wasn't going to dissipate just because Daphne announced she was pregnant.
Remus held her chin up, gazing into her eyes with a stare that held much more lust than anything else. "I love you."
"I love you too." She whispered, shaking her head, but she felt so vulnerable when he kissed her again.
The kiss was more passionate, resembling one like others they had shared many times, but compared to those, this one was followed by another and another, as they blindly walked to her bed.
They didn't want to stop. They weren't going to.
Remus pulled away momentarily to take off his shirt as he gently laid her down but Juliet did not have a second to breathe before he attacked her lips again, hovering over her.
She let him undress her, staring into his deep brown eyes as he took off her shirt. She blushed under his stare, shying away from him, but he turned her head back to him.
"Eyes on me." He muttered to her, kissing her neck.
Remus' eyes fell on the scars, three of which he had caused. He knew her back to be in a worse state than what he was seeing at that moment. He had watched Andromeda Tonks change her bandages while she was sleeping.
His heart still sunk to his stomach. He had been so engrossed by the pain that he forgot how greater hers was. He was left behind, but she had to leave them behind and be tortured excessively.
"You are so beautiful." He kissed them. He kissed her scars, meaning every word he said to her. He wanted to return that feeling of comfort and love to her every time she had to take care of his scars.
Juliet's heart was about to burst, she closed her eyes when he had reached the last scar on her stomach and she felt his hands hovering over the waistband of her pants.
She looked down to see that he had paused, looking up at her, as though asking for permission. She smiled softly, nodding her head at him.
"I'm going to need you to use your words, baby." He teased.
The softness of her smile fell into a scowl. "Fucking undress me already, Lupin."
He chuckled, taking the remaining of both of their clothing off. He went back up, hovering over her, going back for a kiss.
She was so out of it as he kissed her, mindlessly brushing her fingers through his hair, that she couldn't help but gasp when she felt his cold fingers rubbing her vagina.
He shushed her, kissing her again with a smirk when he heard her muffled moans. His hand movements went faster and he could tell she was enjoying it because of how she tightened her grip around his neck and how she squirmed under him.
The whine that escaped her was way too amusing to him when he just abruptly stopped.
"What was that, love?" He snickered.
"Oh, now you're just fucking around." She scowled.
"Why don't you tell me what you want?" He leaned closer and pressed his hard member against her thighs, snatching a whimper out of her.
It was an original sight. Juliet was usually the dominant one in their relationship. She would boss him around, and she truthfully had him wrapped around her finger. But the second she felt his touch, they switched places, and she allowed herself to be at his mercy entirely.
"Fuck me. Fucking fuck me already." The brunette glared.
"No, no, sweetheart. I won't fuck you." He pressed against her harder, watching as she started blinking furiously again. "I will make love to you."
Juliet wanted to exclaim that it technically wouldn't make much difference, but she couldn't allow herself to play smart when she felt the tip of his member against her entrance.
The lust was fully replaced by panic, and Remus could probably tell by the look in her eyes.
"Sh, sh. It's okay." He muttered into her ear as he pushed in a bit more, allowing her hands to clutch onto his shoulders. "You tell me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?"
She gulped, nodding. They made eye contact as he started to move slowly, entering her a bit more with every thrust. Slowly the visible pain on her face, and the small whimpers started to turn into pleasure and moans.
After a while, Remus repositioned himself, no longer hovering over her but almost in a sitting position, and he resumed with the thrusts, faster and deeper until he reached her g-spot. He knew it was it when she gasped his name in between moans.
She looked stunning under him, nothing covering her bare scarred body. In any other circumstances, Remus would have been ashamed to be aroused by that sight, but this was his girlfriend and he was making love to her.
And the sight of her arching her back only served as fuel to his arousal and pushed him to move faster. The sloppy sounds of the thrusts echoed in her room, as did the small creaks of the bed. Now, the moans and groans probably echoed in the entire house, but it wasn't something they were preoccupied with at that moment.
"Remus," Juliet called, unable to mutter anything else.
He understood what she meant, he was close himself. He put more effort in, thrusting more roughly as he rubbed her clitoris. She was cursing under her breath. Then she started to shake, as the eagerness that built up eased.
Remus thrust a few more times, getting slower with each one, and he finally pulled himself out, dropping on the mattress beside her.
They were both trying to get their breathing to slow down. Remus grabbed Juliet's hand, leaving a kiss on her knuckles. She buried her head into his neck and cuddled against him as he brought the blankets up to cover them.
