The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Red-handed

What the fuck had she done.

Aveline woke up in a start, wrapped up in the naked arms of the man she loved.

To anyone else, this would be bliss, though as Aveline looked down at her hands that weren't technically her hands, she felt sick.

Slowly and gently, she removed Remus's sleeping arm from her waist.

He let out a tired morning groan, his brown eyes flickering open. He yawned, as his eyes adjusted to the light, taking in the site of the naked brunette woman at the edge of his bed.

"Goodmorning," he greeted softly, a smile moving over his features.

Remus very much was aware what he had done last night was a stupid idea.

He had known this woman for less than a month, she was his coworker and ten years younger than him.  Yet he couldn't resist. The way she looked at him with those blue eyes just pulled him in.

Even looking at her now, with her messy morning hair and breathe made his mind whirl with a series of things he wanted to do to her.

"Morning," she greeted back softly.

Aveline knew she should probably tell him she had to leave, and put on her clothes and make her way to her chambers, but for some reason she found herself leaning back into the warmth of his chest.

His hands found their way around her naked waist, and for a moment they stayed just like that— holding eachother under the morning light.

"Last night was ..." Remus trailed off, kissing the top of her forehead.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to say:

Awesome? Perfect? Hot? Sexy? The best sex I've had since my dead fiancé.

"Last night was what?" she encouraged, looking up at him.

Fuck— those stupid blue eyes and the way she looked at him through her lashes made him weak.

Remus coughed, awkwardly trying to shift his blanket to hide the rise now poking through his comforter.

She raised an eyebrow at him, and despite Aveline's better judgement, the next thing she knew her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were kissing again.

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It was well past 11 o'clock in the morning, and Aveline and Remus had still not gotten out of bed.

It was a mystery really— Aveline would tell herself she had to leave, then Remus would start tracing his thumb over her thigh, then next thing she knew they were having sex.

It wasn't her fault really.

The duo was in the middle of getting what Aveline thought was round six going.

A naked Elowen on top of Remus as their bodies moved against eachother as she kissed his neck passionately.

Then, a loud knock sounded on the door.