True Reflections: Scars Saga 3

Honeymoon Hideaway

Don't let the first sentence fool you. This chapter remains PG-13

Chapter 30

Honeymoon Hideaway

Late 25 December 1996

I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips to meet his as his hand roamed under my blouse.

Flooing back to the cottage was rough. I spent the first hour back home sitting by the toilet. The second hour I drank water and ate crackers. The first thing on my "to-do-list" was to pick up some ginger tea. Finally, towards the end of the third hour I felt up to playing Husband and Wife.

The fire that was in the pit of my stomach was like a ravenous beast by the time he took of my shirt.

The thing about making love with Remus was, yeah we could do the quick and dirty and oh-so-good gig, but more often than not...he was a giant tease. He liked to take his time. He liked to get me all hot and bothered. He like bringing me to the edge and then pulling back, keeping that desirable outcome just out of reach. But then when he gave it to me, he really gave it to me. So since he liked to make it last, the clothes usually came off slow and sporadically.

He tossed my shirt aside and I tilted my head, exposing my open neck to him. I pulled my lips between my teeth to stifle another moan as his lips found the sensitive skin and his hand grasped roughly at my bra-clad breast.

Remus also did this thing with his tongue. I can't really describe it, but it felt amazing. And he could do it anywhere: in a kiss, on my neck, while nursing a breast, and even when he was devoting his attention a little lower.

He did the tongue thing on my neck, and I whimpered. My hands balled up his shirt in my fists as I tried to show my desperate need for it to be removed. I wanted more of him. He shifted and began to move his focus lower. His hand moved over the smooth skin of my flat stomach, reaching for the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips in anticipation; he had great hands too.

Then he stopped...all of it. He stopped the movement of his hand. He stopped the kissing of my torso. And worst of all, he pulled back and sat up. Then he ran his delightful hands over his face.

I moaned at the abrupt departure. "Gahh, Remus. What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Kate, but we shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what? Stopping? Yeah, I agree. So why don't you get back over here?"

"No... I mean, you're... You're pregnant, Kate, and I don't want to do anything to hurt the baby."

"Oh ha ha. Very funny, Mr. Lupin. Now, come on; we can still pick up where you left off."

I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, waiting for him to resume, but he never did. I opened my eyes again and propped myself up on my elbows.

"Oh my God; you're serious."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a grin. "No. I'm Remus. I thought you would have the two of us sorted by now."

"Ugh! You did not just do that. I can't believe you would bring him into this right now."

"You're the one who mentioned him by name."