The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

the situations helpless and her bodies screaming hell yes

*warning this chapter contains explicit / sexual  content. feel free to skip if that makes you uncomfortable*

She wasn't exactly sure how they managed to make it back to Hogwarts with their clothes still on, but they did. And against her better judgement Aveline found herself following Remus up to his personal chambers.

Looking at him, with his wide shoulders and scruffy beard, it awoke something in Aveline she didn't know existed.

Certainly she had felt desire for Remus before—

but this was different. This wasn't the craving of two teenagers met by fumbling hands and awkward kisses.

Remus Lupin was a man, and she was a woman, so when he pressed her back against his door, it didn't take long for her to wrap her legs around his torso and let out a low moan.

"This is probably a bad idea," he mummbled into her neck, as his hands were travelling down the curves of her body.

Aveline's hands were running through his hair. His arms felt so strong around her. So safe. So secure. She wished he could keep touching her forever.

"Probably," she agreed, pausing only to meet his lips with a desperate kiss, "but I really don't give a fuck."

It was as if her body was pulling her towards him. She could barely help the way her hips were bucking towards him. The hard friction of him against her making a warmth spread through her body till she was on fire.

"Eager are we Elowen?" Remus whispered in her ear, his voice low in teasing in a way that made her melt.

In response all she could was let out a half whimper half whine, and attempt to pull him closer with her bucking hips and puckered lips.

Remus laughed, not giving into the kiss, as he carried her towards the bed.

He tossed her down on his mattress, firmly yet gently.

The loss of his close touch felt almost physically painful to Aveline.

She needed him. And she needed him now.

She attempted to reach for him— to pull her as close as possible to him and continue to press their bodies together.

He let her pull him part way, but paused just above her face, so he was staring into her eyes with a devious grin.

"Beauitful," he muttered, lifting a hand and tracing it down the edge of his jaw.

She tried to wrap her legs around him again but he resisted, letting out a taunting laugh.

"I love an eager girl," he laughed, "but you need to be patient."

She didn't want to be patient. She wanted him now— in every way physical possible.

Her body was burning for his touch, so much fire moving through her body she was about to burst into flames .

"Remus," she couldn't help herself but her voice came out whiney. She was trapped between him and the bed, unable to take charge and kiss him until she was numb. "Please."

Remus was enjoying the site of her struggling a little too much. A devilish grin crossing his face as he looked at the way she squirmed for his touch.

"Please?" He questioned. "What are you asking for Elowen?"

He was taunting her, as he slowly circled his thumb on her jaw.