"Tea?" She offered walking towards the kitchenette to put the kettle on.
"That'd be lovely" They soon found themselves on the sofa, engaged in a deep conversation about their favourite books, hot cups of tea nestled into their hands.
"I'm a little partial to fantasy novels, I absolutely adore this book series by David Eddings called the Belgariad, I definitely recommend it" she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled up at him.
Remus took this time to observe her, the way she traced small patterns onto the mug she was holding, or the way her smile never left her lips. Marcy was undeniably beautiful. He realised he was staring, and so was she.
The light of day faded quickly, the two swapping out their tea for something a little stronger, vodka and coke. Remus could feel himself relaxing as the alcohol invaded his system and Marcy seemed a little more giggly than she had been before.
"Do you like music?" she questioned, walking over to an old phonograph at the edge of the room, sat on its own small table.
"I am partial to a bit of jazz," he stated as she bent down to look in a cupboard. Her faded jeans shaped her figure and he found his eyes struggling to leave her. She stood up with a record and placed it on the old phonographs turntable. Music began to play.
Marcy turned back to him, offering her hand to dance. It was slow and she was so close to him. They fit together well, slowly and sensually moving to the song.
The music picked up and their movements became clumsy and any trace of the grace Remus saw in her earlier was gone, but neither of the cared as they laughed as they went. Their energised movements lead them to trip over each others feet and fall to the floor in a heap
The two laid there for a while, catching their breath and listening to the music. Remus felt Marcy shift on top of him and looked to see her already staring at him. He thought he must have been imagining her leaning forwards, until he felt her soft lips on his.
Remus felt her pull away after a moment and he realised he hadn't responded. He captured her lips once again and she was quick to deepen it. Remus felt his hands drifting down her body and she pulled her shirt off.
Bliss was the only word Remus could use to describe how he felt that evening, but the word didn't shine a candle to how she made him feel.
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Sorry it isn't much, I hope you like it.
Merry Christmas,
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It's over, Isn't it? (Remus Lupin)
FanfictionLupin's summer fling with a girl half his age was supposed to end when he left for Hogwarts, so why was his pretty stranger a student at the school he was working for?
