Room of Requirement (NC-17)
Contains (in varying degrees): bestiality, bondage, breathplay, Teh Cardigan ;), chocolate, handcuffs, house-elf interruptus, howling, leather, neck-kink, Polyjuice, sexy lingerie, spanking, wandsex, and a wild stuffed boar.
I was walking down the seventh floor corridor when I nearly collided with the Muggle Studies teacher.
“Anna, it’s me.”
“Yes, Milton. I can see that. Excuse me.”
He grabbed my arm as I attempted to walk around him. “No, Anna. It’s me. Remus,” he whispered. “I’m Polyjuiced.”
I looked at him skeptically. “Don’t you have a wife at home?”
“No, I’m not married. My girlfriend won’t let me propose.” He grinned. “It’s really me,” he said, laughing in a manner that the dour Muggle Studies professor never did. “I can prove it. I know all sorts of things about you that Professor Morris couldn’t possibly. At least, he’d better not know how you squeak when you’re kissed on your-“
“Remus!” I gasped quietly. Really, it should have been obvious, as he was wearing Remus’ clothes. (I have never claimed to be exceptionally observant.) “What are you-“
“Sirius’ idea,” he said, grinning. “But I’ve been looking for you for ages and now I’ve only got a few minutes before it wears off. I only have enough potion with me to change me back so I can get out of here. We need to get to your room, fast.”
We walked as quickly as we could, but we didn’t get very far before I heard Remus whisper, “Oh, no!”
I glanced back to see Remus’ graying hair sprouting from Milton Morris’ bald head. I might have laughed if he wasn’t so panicked. “Well, we’re never going to make it,” I said, looking about frantically for a hiding place. I started back down the corridor they way we’d come. “Maybe this way-“
Remus grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “I know there’s no place to hide that way.”
I stopped, staring at the tapestry of trolls dancing a ballet, trying to think of what to do. I turned back toward Remus, who was peering nervously down the corridor. “I think someone’s coming,” he whispered.
“Well, we can hide in here.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him through the door I had just noticed behind him, wondering only briefly how I had overlooked it before.
“I’m sorry,” Remus said when the footsteps outside the door seemed to have passed. “I should have just gone to your room and waited for you, but I couldn’t wait to see you. It wasn’t my intention to come here just for a broom closet tryst. I wanted a whole night with you, but I ruined it before we-”
“Remus,” I interrupted, gazing around the room in wonder. “This is no ordinary broom closet.”
Remus turned around and gaped.
It was the most beautifully romantic room I’d ever seen. Lit only by countless candles floating in midair was a huge bed, surrounded by lush draperies. There was a chest of drawers beside the bed with a tray of tea and biscuits and chocolates. I laughed when I saw it. “I was just on my way down to the kitchen for a snack. I’m hungry.”
“What is this room?” Remus asked, cautiously touching the velvet surrounding the bed. “I didn’t know it was here.”
“Neither did I, but my grandfather used to tell me a story about how all really old magical buildings have a room that only appears when it’s desperately needed, and whatever it’s needed for is what it is.”
Remus looked unconvinced. “So if we were needing to clean something, it really would have been a broom closet?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Are you complaining?”
He grinned. “Not even a little bit.”
“Good.” I crossed the room to get a biscuit and sat on the edge of the bed. “Tea?”
“No, thank you.” He leapt onto the bed, making me bounce. “I’d love some of that chocolate, though.”
“Of course you would.” I smiled and reached for a piece of chocolate, which I touched to Remus’ lips and then took away just as he opened his mouth to accept it.
“Tease.” He pouted.
“You want it? Come and get it.” I started to crawl away from him, but he easily reached across the bed and, his arm around my waist, pulled me back against him. “Oops, I smashed it.” I opened my hand, revealing the squashed remains of the truffle. Remus licked it off until my palm and fingers were clean and I couldn’t quite remember how to breathe.
“Delicious,” he said, his hand under my chin forcing me to turn my head so he could kiss me. I could taste the chocolate still on his tongue.
“Indeed,” I murmured weakly, leaning back against him.
“So, do you think we can stay in here all night without anyone finding us?” he asked, his arms around me.
“Probably. Unless someone desperately needs to find us and happens upon the door.” I sighed as he kissed the back of my neck. “I imagine no one can hear us, either.”
“No, I suppose not. Were you planning to be especially loud?”
“I intend to make you howl.”
“Oh, really?” he said mildly.
“Really. I know you want to sometimes, but you always stop yourself. I don’t want you to hold anything back from me.”
“I don’t-“
“Yes, you do.” I twisted in his arms to face him. “Don’t you know how hot I get whenever I remember that you’re a werewolf? That you could be dangerous if you weren’t so sweet?”
“You’re mental,” he mumbled, his face flushed.
“Maybe.” I kissed him hard, not stopping even when I felt myself get dizzy from lack of oxygen. I didn’t stop until Remus clutched my hair and pulled hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. We both gasped for air as I released him.
“Mental,” he repeated breathlessly. “And a little bit dangerous yourself.”
“Don’t you forget it.” I grinned at him before remembering that I had decided to give my pervier inclinations free reign. I tried to make myself look like a proper dominatrix, but couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping. “Well, maybe I’m not so very dangerous,” I conceded.
Remus laughed. “You’re cute, though. I’ve really missed you.”
“Me, too.” I suddenly felt very giddy. “I wonder if there’s something in these biscuits. Making me silly.”
“Maybe you’re just silly with love,” Remus suggested, almost managing to keep a straight face.
I rolled my eyes.
“Have another biscuit.”
“Maybe later.” I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to find out what the bureau beside the bed had in its drawers and got up to look. “Oh, my…”
“What?”
“Sex toys.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me.” I grinned at his fierce blush. “All sorts of interesting things, but I think we should play with this one first.” Remus cringed slightly as I pulled small box from the top drawer. “Don’t worry. It’s just a card game.”
“I didn’t come here to play Exploding Snap with you,” he grumbled.
“I know you didn’t.” I winked mischievously. “It’s not Exploding Snap.”
His blush returned as I shuffled the deck and made him draw a card. “Handcuffs!” he choked. “I don’t want to be handcuffed.”
“You can handcuff me, then. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I shrugged and held up a pair of cuffs from the drawer. They were padded on the inside and obviously made just to be played with. “Unless you’d just like to do it the same way we always do?”
“We don’t always do it the same way,” he said, chagrined. “Are you bored with me?”
“Of course not. I love you, and even if we did do it exactly the same way every single time it would still be amazing because it’s you. I love making love to you.” I gave him a long, lingering kiss, pressing my body close to him. “This is just for fun.”
“Fun,” he murmured thoughtfully. “All right, I’m game if you are. But if you’re going to let yourself be handcuffed, you have to let me do whatever is on the card you draw.”
“Well, of course. Fair’s fair.” I drew a card from the deck and stared at it blankly for a moment. “What’s ‘wandsex’?”
“Not quite as worldly as you think you are, are you, Miss?” he asked with a chuckle.
“You don’t know what it is, either, “ I pointed out. “ We need a book or something so we can look it up.”
Remus got up suddenly and crossed the room to a bookshelf I hadn’t noticed before. He picked up a volume titled Magical Love: Wizard Play A to Z and flipped to the back. “Here it is,” he read. “’Wandsex: Using the wand itself as a sexual object. May be combined with usage of various spells to create countless pleasurable effects. Highly recommended. See also: Spells for Sensational Sex, PlayWizard Press.’ Well, there you go. It’s highly recommended.” He returned the book to the shelf and picked up another. I could see from the spine that it was the spellbook mentioned in the wandsex definition. “Hmm,” he muttered, turning the page. “Interesting.”
“Are you just going to read about sex or have it?” I felt slightly neglected.
“Just a second,” he said, holding up a finger as he scanned the rest of the page. “Okay. Definitely trying that one.”
“Which one?” I asked as he put the book back and returned to sit beside me on the bed.
“Oh, you’ll find out.” He took my hand and kissed it gently. “I think I’d very much like to undress you now. May I, even though I didn’t draw a card?”
“Please do.” He swiftly unbuttoned my dress and slipped the sleeves down.
“Mmm, nice,” he murmured, lightly tracing the outline of my breasts with his fingers. “Very, very nice. Do you always wear such sexy underthings when you don’t even know you’re going to see me?”
“I forgot to send my laundry out to the house-elves. This is all that was clean.” I laughed, seeking out his mouth for a kiss. He obliged enthusiastically.
“Still want to follow the cards?” he asked, kissing my throat and moving steadily downward.
“Yes, I do.”
“Accio handcuffs,” he said, pointing his wand at the bureau. They flew obediently into his hand. He studied them for a moment before clicking them open and closing one cuff around my right wrist. He put the chain through the convenient slats of the headboard and then fastened my other hand beside the first. “All right?” he asked softly, slipping another pillow under my head.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I murmured, feeling quite helpless and exposed, although I wasn’t even fully undressed. I had never done this before, and I wasn’t entirely certain that I liked it.
Remus, on the other hand, appeared to be enjoying the possibilities. “You’re entirely at my mercy, you know. What shall I do with you?”
“Well, if you don’t feel like getting right to the wandsex, why don’t you draw another card?”
“In a minute,” he answered, busying himself with removing my remaining clothing. My dress was soon on the floor, leaving me in nothing but knickers and bra. “Why haven’t you ever worn these before?” he murmured, his fingers now sliding along the bottom half of the matched set.
“I might have if I’d known you liked this sort of thing so much,” I said, my laughter cut off by a sudden rough kiss. “I bought them on a whim, even though they were a bit expensive.”
“Worth every Knut,” he said reverently.
“Indeed,” I gasped as he slowly began to slide the silk down my hips. I could feel his breath on my stomach and his hands gliding along my thighs. “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a waste, then, for you to take them off me so soon?”
“No. I’ve already got the full effect.” He kissed my knee as he removed the scrap of fabric completely. “Just lovely.”
“You’re lovely,” I sighed, loving the feeling of his hands on me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“So am I,” he said softly. He stretched out beside me, his hands wandering randomly over my body as he kissed me. “So delicious,” he murmured.
“Am I really?”
“Oh, yes.” He slowly drew the tip of his tongue along my lower lip, down my chin, my throat, my collarbone, across the tops of my breasts. He paused, nibbling along the lacy edge of my bra.
“You’ll never be able to get that off me with these handcuffs on, you know,” I observed breathlessly.
“I’ll leave it on, then,” he growled. Quite suddenly, his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked fiercely. I gasped in surprise and was soon merely whimpering with pleasure as his teeth and tongue and lips worked though the flimsy fabric. “You like that,” he said, quite unnecessarily.
“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, having momentarily lost the power of speech. “More.”
“Perhaps later.” He had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reached across me for his wand. “I haven’t followed the instructions on my card yet.”
“Wandsex?” I asked weakly.
“Wandsex.” He traced the curve of one breast with the tip of his wand, moving slowly and deliberately down my stomach and resting it between my legs. He grinned up at me as he muttered a spell. Immediately, I felt warmth emanating from his wand, engulfing me in increasing waves of sensation.
He leaned down to kiss me, his wand sending me into a near-frenzy as he moved it so that the tip was just inside me. It seemed to pulse and move and I wanted more and surely could never get enough and if it stopped the world would certainly end.
It was a long moment before I realized that the feeling had, in fact, stopped. I trembled and gasped for breath as I opened my eyes to see Remus carefully setting his wand aside. “Why did you stop? I’m so close. Please, I need-“
“You need me,” he growled. “Not my wand. My hands, my mouth, me inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “You. Touch me, please. I need to feel you. Take these off of me.” I struggled against the handcuffs binding my hands above my head. “Want to touch you. Please.”
He unfastened the cuffs, and I immediately sought his chest and stomach, longing to feel his skin against mine.
“Why in the world are you still dressed?” I gasped, surprised to feel the soft wool of his cardigan beneath my fingers.
He shrugged as I immediately rectified the situation.
At last, I could feel him, feel the pattern of scars that I would always recognize as his with my fingertips. Feel his muscles tremble beneath my touch. Trembling myself, with the desire to have him finish what he had started with his wand, I pressed against him.
“Another card,” he murmured, fumbling only slightly as he finally removed my bra and there was nothing so mundane as clothing between us.
“What?” I was horribly distracted by the taste of his skin as I traced one long scar with my tongue.
“To see what we do next. It’s your game.”
“Right.” I reached for the deck and offered it to him. “What do you get to do to me next?”
“’Food’,” he read, grinning. “My choice of what I get to eat off of you. Chocolate, of course.”
“Of course.” I shivered with anticipation as I drew my own card; I loved to watch Remus eat chocolate. “Oh, good. I get to tie you up now.”
“But we already did bondage,” he grumbled, snatching the card from my hand to read it for himself.
“Yes, but that was specific to the handcuffs and it was me at your mercy. I think I’ll enjoy it the other way around.”
“Hmph. Chocolate first, though.” He took a chocolate from the box on the table and used it to trace patterns along my body as it melted. “This is very messy,” he commented suddenly.
I laughed. “Yes, but rather a lot of fun, don’t you think?”
“Indeed.” He carefully placed the last remaining bit of truffle between my legs. “Careful now. Be still so it doesn’t fall.”
He began an excruciatingly slow process of using his tongue to clean the chocolate smeared all over me. I managed to remain sufficiently still to keep the last solid bit where it was, but was in quite a desperate state by the time he reached his target.
His tongue teased and swirled around the chocolate, driving me nearly mad with desire. I heard myself shriek as from a great distance when he finally sucked the last remaining morsel of truffle into his mouth, sending me tumbling well over the edge of ecstasy.
“Goodness,” he said placidly, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoyed that.”
“Tease,” I gasped, still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm.
“’Tease’ implies no follow-through,” he said thoughtfully. “I do believe I have led you to a satisfactory conclusion.”
“Have you been reading legal thrillers, Remus?” I asked, lazily trailing my fingers up and down his arm. “Because you sound like a solicitor.”
He laughed. “Actually, yes, I have. You’ve been away from me far too long. I hate legal thrillers.”
“I’ll come home more often.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“What about the promise you made earlier tonight? The one where you said you intend to make me howl? So far, you’ve been the only one howling.”
“Just give me a minute.”
“Was that too much for you?” he said with mock sympathy. “You understand how I feel sometimes, then. You overwhelm me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and just held on to him tightly for a long time. He did overwhelm me, with his touch and his scent and the simple power of our love for each other; it was nothing I had ever expected and something I could never give up. Our naked bodies pressed together did most of the work for me; I could feel Remus very hard against me and he whimpered softly when I moved slightly. “I suppose I should do what the card says, shouldn’t I?” I murmured, reluctant to let go of him.
“You don’t have to do anything.” His hands slid along my back, pressing me closer against him. “Just let me make love to you.”
“Not yet.” I kissed him very hard. “I still owe you.”
“You don’t owe me a single thing,” he said as I got up to rummage through the bureau again. The card had commanded “bondage” and “bondage” he would get. A naughty little thrill went through me as I pulled a set of leather straps and buckles from the drawer. Remus looked slightly nervous. “Those look rather, er, serious.”
“They do, don’t they,” I agreed, taking a deep breath. “I like the scent of leather.”
“Do you really?” He was amused. “I didn’t know that.”
“Neither did I,” I confessed. “I’ve never used it, you know, sexually before.”
He laughed a trifle nervously. “So you really want to use them, then?”
“Do you not want me to? I won’t if you really hate the idea.”
The guarded look in his eyes vanished. “I don’t particularly like the thought of being confined, but I’ll let you. Only you. Go ahead; I’m yours.”
Touched by the trust he placed in me, I dropped the straps on the bed and kissed him gently on the mouth, my hands on either side of his face holding him still beneath me. “I love you,” I murmured. “I love the way you give yourself to me so completely.”
He merely smiled at me as his fingers slid through my hair.
I loosely fastened one of the straps around his wrist, kissing the palm of his hand as I did. He didn’t protest as I attached the other end to the headboard. I felt him tense when I did the same with his other arm. I looked down at him and smiled. “May I do your legs as well?” He shuddered slightly before nodding. I didn’t fasten the straps around his ankles very tightly, and made sure that there was a lot of slack in the straps between him and the posts at the foot of the bed. He could have freed himself without much effort, but symbolically, at least, he was mine to do with as I wished.
I kissed him until we were both breathless again. He held himself motionless as I caressed every inch of him with nothing but my fingertips. He was moaning wordlessly by the time I closed my hand around him. “Please…” he whispered.
“Please what?” I nipped at his lower lip.
“I’m not sure,” he said with a breathless laugh. “So many things I want you to do to me. Whatever you choose will be perfect.”
I kissed and licked my way down his chest before resting my head on his stomach to admire him “Perfect,” I sighed.
He laughed. “When did you last have your vision checked?”
I answered him without thinking. “A few months ago. My eyes are- Wait. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m old and gray and scarred. Not exactly ‘perfect’.”
“Well, apparently gray and scarred work for me,” I said reasonably.
His laughter turned into a shuddering gasp as my mouth replaced my hand on his cock. I slid my tongue along it slowly, circling the tip, feeling him grow even harder in response. I stopped when I could taste him beginning to lose control.
He opened his eyes as I sat up, resting myself on his upper thighs and watching him carefully. “Teaching me some sort of lesson by stopping now?”
I shook my head. “No. Just trying to decide what to do to you next.” I felt him tremble beneath me as I touched him lightly. “Maybe I should draw another card,” I mused.
He looked up at me consideringly. “Not as though I could stop you.”
I reached over for the deck on the bureau. “’Bestiality’,” I read, and collapsed atop him in a sudden fit of giggles. “Too late!”
Remus didn’t laugh. “Why don’t you just choose another one, then?” he suggested tensely.
“Sorry,” I gasped, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes. “I don’t suppose you thought that was terribly funny.”
“Not particularly, no.”
“I love your beast-like qualities, Remus Lupin, whether you believe me or not.” I kissed him roughly, pressing him down into the pillows and scratching him lightly as I raked my fingernails across his chest.
“I believe you,” he panted when I released him. “And I love your borderline pervyness.”
“Only borderline?” I pouted, tossing aside the “bestiality” card and choosing another from the deck. “’Fetish clothing’? Hmm.”
“That one require some thought, does it?”
I got up to rummage through the drawers again. “Oh, I don’t like any of these at all.” I wrinkled my nose at some sort of tight corset that looked terribly uncomfortable.
“Just. Pick. Something,” said Remus though gritted teeth. I could see that he was quite desperate to be touched.
“Oh, poor neglected thing,” I murmured, leaning down to drop a light kiss on the tip of his straining erection. He groaned and bucked his hips sharply.
“Stop teasing me,” he growled. I shivered a bit with anticipation. Finally, he was letting his rougher side show.
“Just a moment. I’m trying to decide what sort of clothing gets me hot and bothered.” My gaze fell on the pile of Remus’ discarded clothing and I grinned.
“Are you completely mad?” He gaped when I pulled on his threadbare old cardigan.
I shrugged. “It reminds me of you. It smells like you. It’s warm and comfortable and makes me feel good.” I stretched out on top of him, relishing the full contact of our bodies. He writhed beneath me and I started to shift myself to allow him to enter me but stopped suddenly, recalling my vow to make him howl. “Not yet.”
“But-“
I stopped his protest with a kiss. “I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”
“Not ready?” He looked at me incredulously.
“Not ready.” I reached a hand between us to grasp him gently. A small, feral whine escaped his throat as I rubbed him against me. I moaned myself, longing to simply slide him into me, to feel complete. “Just let go, Remus,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
“Set me free,” he snarled, thrashing against his restraints. “I’ll teach you to tease me.”
“Yes, Professor. Teach me.” I released his cock and reach up to unfasten the straps that restricted his movement. I fumbled, unable to concentrate on the buckles with him squirming beneath me; the contact of his body against mine was driving me mad with desire. I wanted him desperately, but I wanted him to take me forcefully and completely. “I can’t-“ I gasped, frustrated.
Remus solved the problem with a sudden powerful wrench that ripped the buckles from the straps around his wrists and ankles. The world turned upside down and he was above me, his hands sliding haphazardly along my body, seeking, fingers slipping inside me as he watched me moan beneath him, begging him as he toyed with me now. “You shouldn’t tease,” he growled.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but he stopped me with a lip-bruising kiss. I dug my fingers into his back, longing for him to bury himself in me. To be one with him. “Please,” I moaned into his mouth, biting at his lips, feeling his rigid length against my thigh as he sought the same goal.
His fingers rubbed me, lightly, teasingly, and then roughly, teaching me a lesson. “Beg me,” he growled.
“Please,” I repeated, whimpering desperately. “I need it. Need you. Take me. Just- Yes, there! Now, please. Remus-“
He slid into me then, taking me fully with one powerful stroke and freezing there, his hands clutching my hair as he struggled to contain himself.
I began to cry out but he suddenly clapped a hand over my mouth. “There’s someone here,” he whispered.
I heard it then: a high, squeaky voice humming softly. A house-elf, relighting the candles that had flickered out and replacing the half-empty tray of treats on the bureau. I could see a pitcher of some sort of chilled beverage levitate to rest beside it, the beads of condensation sliding down the side of the pitcher mimicking the beads of sweat I felt trickling along my hairline.
Remus and I lie very still; knowing neither of us would be able to keep silent if he moved within me. I pressed my forehead against his, our eyes locked together as we waited for the soft pop that meant the house-elf had left and we were again alone.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer and saw something in his eyes shift, become less controlled. I strove to meet him as we found our rhythm. Give and take and heat and sweat and momentum that launched me into the sky so that all I could see were the stars behind my eyes as waves of ecstasy overtook me.
“Let go,” I whispered and felt the last bit of restraint leave him. He drove into me again and again, seeking his own release. He shuddered and threw his head back, and released a high-pitched howl as he spilled himself into me. The pure animal power of his cry surged through me and I came again, my voice joining his until we both lie shuddering and panting, tangled together in the sweaty folds of Remus’ cardigan.
“God,” he finally murmured breathlessly into my neck.
“No, it’s just me,” I said cheekily. He laughed, and I winced slightly at the vibrations it sent through the still-sensitive flesh where his body joined with mine.
“Sor-“ he started before I stopped him with a forceful kiss.
“Remus Lupin, if you apologize to me for any of that, these lips will never again touch any part of your anatomy.”
He slid himself out of me before he laughed again. “What could I have possibly done in my life to deserve you?”
“Something dreadful, I’m sure,” I replied, joining him in laughter. “Oh, I’m hungry,” I said as my stomach gave a loud rumble. “You ate all the chocolate.”
“Well, that house-elf probably brought more food,” he said, cringing slightly. “I can’t believe they just came in here while we were-“
“It’s a perfectly natural thing, Remus. They probably weren’t even paying attention to us at all.”
“Then why are you blushing like that?”
“I am simply flushed from exertion,” I said haughtily. “Pumpkin juice?” I offered, suddenly extremely thirsty as well as starving as I poured the contents of the pitcher into two glasses.
“Yes, please.” Remus took a long drink and then rubbed the side of his neck. “I must be getting old. I’ve got a kink in my neck.”
“My poor dear,” I murmured, taking a large bite of ham sandwich before massaging his neck. “How’s that?”
“Oh, much better,” he sighed, taking a bite of my sandwich before feeding me the rest, one small bit at a time. “Tired?” he asked when I sank back into the pillows, full and happy and sated.
“A bit. Sleep here with me?”
“Of course. I have the potion to transform me back into Professor Morris so I can leave in the morning. Polyjuice is a very odd sensation, you know.” He lie down beside me.
“No, I’ve never done it. Does it hurt at all?”
“No, it’s just… odd.” He brushed my hair back from my face and kissed my nose. “It would have been worth any amount of pain, though, to be with you tonight.”
“No, don’t say that. I don’t ever like to think of you in pain. You get enough of that every full moon, when it’s unavoidable. Don’t ever go looking for more just for me.”
He nodded. “All right. I can promise that.”
“Oh, good.” I yawned and snuggled against him. “This is my very favorite way to sleep; with your arms around me.”
“What a coincidence,” murmured Remus sleepily. “Having you in my arms is my favorite way to sleep.”
*****
We woke early in the morning to find a fresh, hot breakfast laid out on a table by the window. We enjoyed it while happily gazing out at the lake and sharing each other’s company for the brief time allowed to us. (Although I did agree with Remus that was a bit creepy to keep finding things we needed that hadn’t been there before, especially when we found our clothing laundered and folded in a neat pile on the windowseat.)
“Come home this weekend,” Remus said, looking into his tea instead of at me. “Please.”
“I can’t,” I said regretfully. “N. E. W. T.s start on Monday”
“Next weekend, then?”
“I-it’s my turn to chaperone the Hogsmeade visit that weekend. How’s the following weekend?”
“Full moon that Friday. Means I won’t be good for anything on Saturday.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“You promised last night to come home more often,” Remus reminded me, a touch petulantly.
“I know. I really am sorry.” The deck of cards caught my eye again. “You still get to draw one more card, you know. We have time.”
Remus raised an eyebrow. “Distracting me with promises of sexual favors?”
“Is it working?”
“Depends on what this says.” He grinned slyly and took a card. “Well, that’s appropriate. You do need to be punished.”
“Pardon?”
“’Spanking’. How do you feel about that?”
“Well, er, I don’t- that is, I haven’t ever-“
“Neither have I.”
“But you’re right. I do need to be punished.” It was a bit of a struggle not to laugh; it’s a bit more difficult to be seriously pervy when the bright morning sunshine is streaming through the window than it is to be pervy in the middle of the night.
Remus, however, was quite turned on by the idea. “Turn around and lift up your skirt,” he ordered, a predatory gleam in his eyes that gave me small shiver of anticipation.
I did what he asked, and stood, waiting for him to make his move. “Remus?”
“Don’t talk. I’m deciding whether I want to do this with you still wearing those lovely knickers or if I want to watch you take them off first.”
“All right. Just let me know.”
“I told you not to talk,” he said severely. I gasped sharply as his hand made sudden, sharp contact with my bottom. He kissed my neck gently before taking a step back. “Take off the knickers. Slowly.”
I did as he asked, carefully sliding the silky fabric down my legs and tossing them aside.
“Good girl,” he murmured, coming close enough to take my earlobe between his teeth. One arm slipped around my waist, holding me still as he rested his free hand on my bare arse. He sucked and nibbled on my ear as he moved his hand in a small circle until I felt him suddenly break contact.
I cried out when his hand slapped against my bare skin. “I don’t like this game very much,” I whimpered softly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing the back of my neck again carefully. “I won’t do it again.”
“No, I’m sorry. You like it.” He couldn’t deny it; the proof was in his erection pressed against my hip.
“I like this more.” He moved his hand to the front and began stroking me, gently at first but rapidly the pressure even as he kept up a slow and steady motion. “I like to make you scream, but only in the good way.”
“I like this, too." I felt suddenly as though I was falling, as though no part of me was anchored to the world anywhere but where he touched me. “Don’t stop and don’t let go of me.” I reached back between us, fumbling and struggling to free him from his trousers.
We were both gasping with laughter and desperate desire when Remus finally let go and spun me around to face him. His quick fingers made short work of the fastenings of his trousers and he had me pressed against the wall before I had time to miss his touch. My legs wrapped around him, my hands clung to the fabric of his robes, our harsh moans swallowed by frantic kisses as we quickly found completion in each other.
Remus took a few steps and collapsed on a settee that hadn’t been there before, still holding me. “God,” he gasped, raising his trembling hands to my face. “No, still you,” he said, and laughed, kissing me tenderly.
“Better not be anyone else,” I sniffed before collapsing against him, overcome with laughter and contentment and kisses.
The sound of a student’s shout floated through the window, bringing us abruptly back to reality. “I should go,” Remus said regretfully.
“I suppose.” I buried my face against his shoulder. “Can’t I just keep you here for when I have a spare moment?”
“I’ll be your pet werewolf,” he said with a snort.
“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘sex slave’.”
“Now that sounds like an intriguing career. I am fully qualified, you know.”
“I do know.” I laughed and reluctantly rose from his lap to retrieve my knickers from the shadowy corner where they had landed. “Ew, what sort of decoration is this?” I gazed up at the stuffed head of some hideous animal that I hadn’t noticed before. “Wild boar from the Forbidden Forest and the Speer what Killt it” proclaimed the small plaque mounted beneath it. “This is not sexy at all.”
“Well, maybe it is for whoever the room is expecting next,” suggested Remus, doing up his trousers and running his hands through his hair. “Maybe Filch or Hagrid.”
“Ew,” I said again. “I don’t even want to contemplate either of them in any such situation.”
“Well, you did tell me Hagrid was getting on very well with the headmistress from Beauxbatons.”
“Stop.” I launched myself at him to silence him with a kiss. “I should go change my clothes before class,” I said with a resigned sigh.
“And I should change my appearance so I can leave before Professor Morris arrives and sees me using him as cover.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to bring myself to kiss you when you look like Milton Morris. So kiss me good bye now.”
He pulled me close and kissed me long and hard. “How’s that?”
“One more,” I demanded.
“There. That will have to tide us over until next time.”
“I miss you already,” I said, feeling a sulk coming on.
Remus grinned. “Run away with me.”
“Not today, sorry. I’m busy.”
“Maybe later?”
“Maybe later.” I watched him pull the vial of Polyjuice potion from his pocket and ignored the twinge in my stomach when he swallowed it. I flinched when he began to transform, but reminded myself that it was just Milton Morris he was changing into. Nothing dangerous and nothing permanent.
“I’ll call you through the Floo tonight,” he said in another man’s voice, as another man’s hand squeezed mine tightly.
“I’ll wait up.” I smiled at him and turned to leave, giving the room a long last look. I hoped we’d be able to find it again sometime.
I was walking down the seventh floor corridor when I nearly collided with the Muggle Studies teacher.
“Anna, it’s me.”
“Yes, Milton. I can see that. Excuse me.”
He grabbed my arm as I attempted to walk around him. “No, Anna. It’s me. Remus,” he whispered. “I’m Polyjuiced.”
I looked at him skeptically. “Don’t you have a wife at home?”
“No, I’m not married. My girlfriend won’t let me propose.” He grinned. “It’s really me,” he said, laughing in a manner that the dour Muggle Studies professor never did. “I can prove it. I know all sorts of things about you that Professor Morris couldn’t possibly. At least, he’d better not know how you squeak when you’re kissed on your-“
“Remus!” I gasped quietly. Really, it should have been obvious, as he was wearing Remus’ clothes. (I have never claimed to be exceptionally observant.) “What are you-“
“Sirius’ idea,” he said, grinning. “But I’ve been looking for you for ages and now I’ve only got a few minutes before it wears off. I only have enough potion with me to change me back so I can get out of here. We need to get to your room, fast.”
We walked as quickly as we could, but we didn’t get very far before I heard Remus whisper, “Oh, no!”
I glanced back to see Remus’ graying hair sprouting from Milton Morris’ bald head. I might have laughed if he wasn’t so panicked. “Well, we’re never going to make it,” I said, looking about frantically for a hiding place. I started back down the corridor they way we’d come. “Maybe this way-“
Remus grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “I know there’s no place to hide that way.”
I stopped, staring at the tapestry of trolls dancing a ballet, trying to think of what to do. I turned back toward Remus, who was peering nervously down the corridor. “I think someone’s coming,” he whispered.
“Well, we can hide in here.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him through the door I had just noticed behind him, wondering only briefly how I had overlooked it before.
“I’m sorry,” Remus said when the footsteps outside the door seemed to have passed. “I should have just gone to your room and waited for you, but I couldn’t wait to see you. It wasn’t my intention to come here just for a broom closet tryst. I wanted a whole night with you, but I ruined it before we-”
“Remus,” I interrupted, gazing around the room in wonder. “This is no ordinary broom closet.”
Remus turned around and gaped.
It was the most beautifully romantic room I’d ever seen. Lit only by countless candles floating in midair was a huge bed, surrounded by lush draperies. There was a chest of drawers beside the bed with a tray of tea and biscuits and chocolates. I laughed when I saw it. “I was just on my way down to the kitchen for a snack. I’m hungry.”
“What is this room?” Remus asked, cautiously touching the velvet surrounding the bed. “I didn’t know it was here.”
“Neither did I, but my grandfather used to tell me a story about how all really old magical buildings have a room that only appears when it’s desperately needed, and whatever it’s needed for is what it is.”
Remus looked unconvinced. “So if we were needing to clean something, it really would have been a broom closet?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Are you complaining?”
He grinned. “Not even a little bit.”
“Good.” I crossed the room to get a biscuit and sat on the edge of the bed. “Tea?”
“No, thank you.” He leapt onto the bed, making me bounce. “I’d love some of that chocolate, though.”
“Of course you would.” I smiled and reached for a piece of chocolate, which I touched to Remus’ lips and then took away just as he opened his mouth to accept it.
“Tease.” He pouted.
“You want it? Come and get it.” I started to crawl away from him, but he easily reached across the bed and, his arm around my waist, pulled me back against him. “Oops, I smashed it.” I opened my hand, revealing the squashed remains of the truffle. Remus licked it off until my palm and fingers were clean and I couldn’t quite remember how to breathe.
“Delicious,” he said, his hand under my chin forcing me to turn my head so he could kiss me. I could taste the chocolate still on his tongue.
“Indeed,” I murmured weakly, leaning back against him.
“So, do you think we can stay in here all night without anyone finding us?” he asked, his arms around me.
“Probably. Unless someone desperately needs to find us and happens upon the door.” I sighed as he kissed the back of my neck. “I imagine no one can hear us, either.”
“No, I suppose not. Were you planning to be especially loud?”
“I intend to make you howl.”
“Oh, really?” he said mildly.
“Really. I know you want to sometimes, but you always stop yourself. I don’t want you to hold anything back from me.”
“I don’t-“
“Yes, you do.” I twisted in his arms to face him. “Don’t you know how hot I get whenever I remember that you’re a werewolf? That you could be dangerous if you weren’t so sweet?”
“You’re mental,” he mumbled, his face flushed.
“Maybe.” I kissed him hard, not stopping even when I felt myself get dizzy from lack of oxygen. I didn’t stop until Remus clutched my hair and pulled hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. We both gasped for air as I released him.
“Mental,” he repeated breathlessly. “And a little bit dangerous yourself.”
“Don’t you forget it.” I grinned at him before remembering that I had decided to give my pervier inclinations free reign. I tried to make myself look like a proper dominatrix, but couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping. “Well, maybe I’m not so very dangerous,” I conceded.
Remus laughed. “You’re cute, though. I’ve really missed you.”
“Me, too.” I suddenly felt very giddy. “I wonder if there’s something in these biscuits. Making me silly.”
“Maybe you’re just silly with love,” Remus suggested, almost managing to keep a straight face.
I rolled my eyes.
“Have another biscuit.”
“Maybe later.” I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to find out what the bureau beside the bed had in its drawers and got up to look. “Oh, my…”
“What?”
“Sex toys.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me.” I grinned at his fierce blush. “All sorts of interesting things, but I think we should play with this one first.” Remus cringed slightly as I pulled small box from the top drawer. “Don’t worry. It’s just a card game.”
“I didn’t come here to play Exploding Snap with you,” he grumbled.
“I know you didn’t.” I winked mischievously. “It’s not Exploding Snap.”
His blush returned as I shuffled the deck and made him draw a card. “Handcuffs!” he choked. “I don’t want to be handcuffed.”
“You can handcuff me, then. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I shrugged and held up a pair of cuffs from the drawer. They were padded on the inside and obviously made just to be played with. “Unless you’d just like to do it the same way we always do?”
“We don’t always do it the same way,” he said, chagrined. “Are you bored with me?”
“Of course not. I love you, and even if we did do it exactly the same way every single time it would still be amazing because it’s you. I love making love to you.” I gave him a long, lingering kiss, pressing my body close to him. “This is just for fun.”
“Fun,” he murmured thoughtfully. “All right, I’m game if you are. But if you’re going to let yourself be handcuffed, you have to let me do whatever is on the card you draw.”
“Well, of course. Fair’s fair.” I drew a card from the deck and stared at it blankly for a moment. “What’s ‘wandsex’?”
“Not quite as worldly as you think you are, are you, Miss?” he asked with a chuckle.
“You don’t know what it is, either, “ I pointed out. “ We need a book or something so we can look it up.”
Remus got up suddenly and crossed the room to a bookshelf I hadn’t noticed before. He picked up a volume titled Magical Love: Wizard Play A to Z and flipped to the back. “Here it is,” he read. “’Wandsex: Using the wand itself as a sexual object. May be combined with usage of various spells to create countless pleasurable effects. Highly recommended. See also: Spells for Sensational Sex, PlayWizard Press.’ Well, there you go. It’s highly recommended.” He returned the book to the shelf and picked up another. I could see from the spine that it was the spellbook mentioned in the wandsex definition. “Hmm,” he muttered, turning the page. “Interesting.”
“Are you just going to read about sex or have it?” I felt slightly neglected.
“Just a second,” he said, holding up a finger as he scanned the rest of the page. “Okay. Definitely trying that one.”
“Which one?” I asked as he put the book back and returned to sit beside me on the bed.
“Oh, you’ll find out.” He took my hand and kissed it gently. “I think I’d very much like to undress you now. May I, even though I didn’t draw a card?”
“Please do.” He swiftly unbuttoned my dress and slipped the sleeves down.
“Mmm, nice,” he murmured, lightly tracing the outline of my breasts with his fingers. “Very, very nice. Do you always wear such sexy underthings when you don’t even know you’re going to see me?”
“I forgot to send my laundry out to the house-elves. This is all that was clean.” I laughed, seeking out his mouth for a kiss. He obliged enthusiastically.
“Still want to follow the cards?” he asked, kissing my throat and moving steadily downward.
“Yes, I do.”
“Accio handcuffs,” he said, pointing his wand at the bureau. They flew obediently into his hand. He studied them for a moment before clicking them open and closing one cuff around my right wrist. He put the chain through the convenient slats of the headboard and then fastened my other hand beside the first. “All right?” he asked softly, slipping another pillow under my head.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I murmured, feeling quite helpless and exposed, although I wasn’t even fully undressed. I had never done this before, and I wasn’t entirely certain that I liked it.
Remus, on the other hand, appeared to be enjoying the possibilities. “You’re entirely at my mercy, you know. What shall I do with you?”
“Well, if you don’t feel like getting right to the wandsex, why don’t you draw another card?”
“In a minute,” he answered, busying himself with removing my remaining clothing. My dress was soon on the floor, leaving me in nothing but knickers and bra. “Why haven’t you ever worn these before?” he murmured, his fingers now sliding along the bottom half of the matched set.
“I might have if I’d known you liked this sort of thing so much,” I said, my laughter cut off by a sudden rough kiss. “I bought them on a whim, even though they were a bit expensive.”
“Worth every Knut,” he said reverently.
“Indeed,” I gasped as he slowly began to slide the silk down my hips. I could feel his breath on my stomach and his hands gliding along my thighs. “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a waste, then, for you to take them off me so soon?”
“No. I’ve already got the full effect.” He kissed my knee as he removed the scrap of fabric completely. “Just lovely.”
“You’re lovely,” I sighed, loving the feeling of his hands on me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“So am I,” he said softly. He stretched out beside me, his hands wandering randomly over my body as he kissed me. “So delicious,” he murmured.
“Am I really?”
“Oh, yes.” He slowly drew the tip of his tongue along my lower lip, down my chin, my throat, my collarbone, across the tops of my breasts. He paused, nibbling along the lacy edge of my bra.
“You’ll never be able to get that off me with these handcuffs on, you know,” I observed breathlessly.
“I’ll leave it on, then,” he growled. Quite suddenly, his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked fiercely. I gasped in surprise and was soon merely whimpering with pleasure as his teeth and tongue and lips worked though the flimsy fabric. “You like that,” he said, quite unnecessarily.
“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, having momentarily lost the power of speech. “More.”
“Perhaps later.” He had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reached across me for his wand. “I haven’t followed the instructions on my card yet.”
“Wandsex?” I asked weakly.
“Wandsex.” He traced the curve of one breast with the tip of his wand, moving slowly and deliberately down my stomach and resting it between my legs. He grinned up at me as he muttered a spell. Immediately, I felt warmth emanating from his wand, engulfing me in increasing waves of sensation.
He leaned down to kiss me, his wand sending me into a near-frenzy as he moved it so that the tip was just inside me. It seemed to pulse and move and I wanted more and surely could never get enough and if it stopped the world would certainly end.
It was a long moment before I realized that the feeling had, in fact, stopped. I trembled and gasped for breath as I opened my eyes to see Remus carefully setting his wand aside. “Why did you stop? I’m so close. Please, I need-“
“You need me,” he growled. “Not my wand. My hands, my mouth, me inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “You. Touch me, please. I need to feel you. Take these off of me.” I struggled against the handcuffs binding my hands above my head. “Want to touch you. Please.”
He unfastened the cuffs, and I immediately sought his chest and stomach, longing to feel his skin against mine.
“Why in the world are you still dressed?” I gasped, surprised to feel the soft wool of his cardigan beneath my fingers.
He shrugged as I immediately rectified the situation.
At last, I could feel him, feel the pattern of scars that I would always recognize as his with my fingertips. Feel his muscles tremble beneath my touch. Trembling myself, with the desire to have him finish what he had started with his wand, I pressed against him.
“Another card,” he murmured, fumbling only slightly as he finally removed my bra and there was nothing so mundane as clothing between us.
“What?” I was horribly distracted by the taste of his skin as I traced one long scar with my tongue.
“To see what we do next. It’s your game.”
“Right.” I reached for the deck and offered it to him. “What do you get to do to me next?”
“’Food’,” he read, grinning. “My choice of what I get to eat off of you. Chocolate, of course.”
“Of course.” I shivered with anticipation as I drew my own card; I loved to watch Remus eat chocolate. “Oh, good. I get to tie you up now.”
“But we already did bondage,” he grumbled, snatching the card from my hand to read it for himself.
“Yes, but that was specific to the handcuffs and it was me at your mercy. I think I’ll enjoy it the other way around.”
“Hmph. Chocolate first, though.” He took a chocolate from the box on the table and used it to trace patterns along my body as it melted. “This is very messy,” he commented suddenly.
I laughed. “Yes, but rather a lot of fun, don’t you think?”
“Indeed.” He carefully placed the last remaining bit of truffle between my legs. “Careful now. Be still so it doesn’t fall.”
He began an excruciatingly slow process of using his tongue to clean the chocolate smeared all over me. I managed to remain sufficiently still to keep the last solid bit where it was, but was in quite a desperate state by the time he reached his target.
His tongue teased and swirled around the chocolate, driving me nearly mad with desire. I heard myself shriek as from a great distance when he finally sucked the last remaining morsel of truffle into his mouth, sending me tumbling well over the edge of ecstasy.
“Goodness,” he said placidly, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoyed that.”
“Tease,” I gasped, still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm.
“’Tease’ implies no follow-through,” he said thoughtfully. “I do believe I have led you to a satisfactory conclusion.”
“Have you been reading legal thrillers, Remus?” I asked, lazily trailing my fingers up and down his arm. “Because you sound like a solicitor.”
He laughed. “Actually, yes, I have. You’ve been away from me far too long. I hate legal thrillers.”
“I’ll come home more often.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“What about the promise you made earlier tonight? The one where you said you intend to make me howl? So far, you’ve been the only one howling.”
“Just give me a minute.”
“Was that too much for you?” he said with mock sympathy. “You understand how I feel sometimes, then. You overwhelm me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and just held on to him tightly for a long time. He did overwhelm me, with his touch and his scent and the simple power of our love for each other; it was nothing I had ever expected and something I could never give up. Our naked bodies pressed together did most of the work for me; I could feel Remus very hard against me and he whimpered softly when I moved slightly. “I suppose I should do what the card says, shouldn’t I?” I murmured, reluctant to let go of him.
“You don’t have to do anything.” His hands slid along my back, pressing me closer against him. “Just let me make love to you.”
“Not yet.” I kissed him very hard. “I still owe you.”
“You don’t owe me a single thing,” he said as I got up to rummage through the bureau again. The card had commanded “bondage” and “bondage” he would get. A naughty little thrill went through me as I pulled a set of leather straps and buckles from the drawer. Remus looked slightly nervous. “Those look rather, er, serious.”
“They do, don’t they,” I agreed, taking a deep breath. “I like the scent of leather.”
“Do you really?” He was amused. “I didn’t know that.”
“Neither did I,” I confessed. “I’ve never used it, you know, sexually before.”
He laughed a trifle nervously. “So you really want to use them, then?”
“Do you not want me to? I won’t if you really hate the idea.”
The guarded look in his eyes vanished. “I don’t particularly like the thought of being confined, but I’ll let you. Only you. Go ahead; I’m yours.”
Touched by the trust he placed in me, I dropped the straps on the bed and kissed him gently on the mouth, my hands on either side of his face holding him still beneath me. “I love you,” I murmured. “I love the way you give yourself to me so completely.”
He merely smiled at me as his fingers slid through my hair.
I loosely fastened one of the straps around his wrist, kissing the palm of his hand as I did. He didn’t protest as I attached the other end to the headboard. I felt him tense when I did the same with his other arm. I looked down at him and smiled. “May I do your legs as well?” He shuddered slightly before nodding. I didn’t fasten the straps around his ankles very tightly, and made sure that there was a lot of slack in the straps between him and the posts at the foot of the bed. He could have freed himself without much effort, but symbolically, at least, he was mine to do with as I wished.
I kissed him until we were both breathless again. He held himself motionless as I caressed every inch of him with nothing but my fingertips. He was moaning wordlessly by the time I closed my hand around him. “Please…” he whispered.
“Please what?” I nipped at his lower lip.
“I’m not sure,” he said with a breathless laugh. “So many things I want you to do to me. Whatever you choose will be perfect.”
I kissed and licked my way down his chest before resting my head on his stomach to admire him “Perfect,” I sighed.
He laughed. “When did you last have your vision checked?”
I answered him without thinking. “A few months ago. My eyes are- Wait. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m old and gray and scarred. Not exactly ‘perfect’.”
“Well, apparently gray and scarred work for me,” I said reasonably.
His laughter turned into a shuddering gasp as my mouth replaced my hand on his cock. I slid my tongue along it slowly, circling the tip, feeling him grow even harder in response. I stopped when I could taste him beginning to lose control.
He opened his eyes as I sat up, resting myself on his upper thighs and watching him carefully. “Teaching me some sort of lesson by stopping now?”
I shook my head. “No. Just trying to decide what to do to you next.” I felt him tremble beneath me as I touched him lightly. “Maybe I should draw another card,” I mused.
He looked up at me consideringly. “Not as though I could stop you.”
I reached over for the deck on the bureau. “’Bestiality’,” I read, and collapsed atop him in a sudden fit of giggles. “Too late!”
Remus didn’t laugh. “Why don’t you just choose another one, then?” he suggested tensely.
“Sorry,” I gasped, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes. “I don’t suppose you thought that was terribly funny.”
“Not particularly, no.”
“I love your beast-like qualities, Remus Lupin, whether you believe me or not.” I kissed him roughly, pressing him down into the pillows and scratching him lightly as I raked my fingernails across his chest.
“I believe you,” he panted when I released him. “And I love your borderline pervyness.”
“Only borderline?” I pouted, tossing aside the “bestiality” card and choosing another from the deck. “’Fetish clothing’? Hmm.”
“That one require some thought, does it?”
I got up to rummage through the drawers again. “Oh, I don’t like any of these at all.” I wrinkled my nose at some sort of tight corset that looked terribly uncomfortable.
“Just. Pick. Something,” said Remus though gritted teeth. I could see that he was quite desperate to be touched.
“Oh, poor neglected thing,” I murmured, leaning down to drop a light kiss on the tip of his straining erection. He groaned and bucked his hips sharply.
“Stop teasing me,” he growled. I shivered a bit with anticipation. Finally, he was letting his rougher side show.
“Just a moment. I’m trying to decide what sort of clothing gets me hot and bothered.” My gaze fell on the pile of Remus’ discarded clothing and I grinned.
“Are you completely mad?” He gaped when I pulled on his threadbare old cardigan.
I shrugged. “It reminds me of you. It smells like you. It’s warm and comfortable and makes me feel good.” I stretched out on top of him, relishing the full contact of our bodies. He writhed beneath me and I started to shift myself to allow him to enter me but stopped suddenly, recalling my vow to make him howl. “Not yet.”
“But-“
I stopped his protest with a kiss. “I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”
“Not ready?” He looked at me incredulously.
“Not ready.” I reached a hand between us to grasp him gently. A small, feral whine escaped his throat as I rubbed him against me. I moaned myself, longing to simply slide him into me, to feel complete. “Just let go, Remus,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
“Set me free,” he snarled, thrashing against his restraints. “I’ll teach you to tease me.”
“Yes, Professor. Teach me.” I released his cock and reach up to unfasten the straps that restricted his movement. I fumbled, unable to concentrate on the buckles with him squirming beneath me; the contact of his body against mine was driving me mad with desire. I wanted him desperately, but I wanted him to take me forcefully and completely. “I can’t-“ I gasped, frustrated.
Remus solved the problem with a sudden powerful wrench that ripped the buckles from the straps around his wrists and ankles. The world turned upside down and he was above me, his hands sliding haphazardly along my body, seeking, fingers slipping inside me as he watched me moan beneath him, begging him as he toyed with me now. “You shouldn’t tease,” he growled.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but he stopped me with a lip-bruising kiss. I dug my fingers into his back, longing for him to bury himself in me. To be one with him. “Please,” I moaned into his mouth, biting at his lips, feeling his rigid length against my thigh as he sought the same goal.
His fingers rubbed me, lightly, teasingly, and then roughly, teaching me a lesson. “Beg me,” he growled.
“Please,” I repeated, whimpering desperately. “I need it. Need you. Take me. Just- Yes, there! Now, please. Remus-“
He slid into me then, taking me fully with one powerful stroke and freezing there, his hands clutching my hair as he struggled to contain himself.
I began to cry out but he suddenly clapped a hand over my mouth. “There’s someone here,” he whispered.
I heard it then: a high, squeaky voice humming softly. A house-elf, relighting the candles that had flickered out and replacing the half-empty tray of treats on the bureau. I could see a pitcher of some sort of chilled beverage levitate to rest beside it, the beads of condensation sliding down the side of the pitcher mimicking the beads of sweat I felt trickling along my hairline.
Remus and I lie very still; knowing neither of us would be able to keep silent if he moved within me. I pressed my forehead against his, our eyes locked together as we waited for the soft pop that meant the house-elf had left and we were again alone.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer and saw something in his eyes shift, become less controlled. I strove to meet him as we found our rhythm. Give and take and heat and sweat and momentum that launched me into the sky so that all I could see were the stars behind my eyes as waves of ecstasy overtook me.
“Let go,” I whispered and felt the last bit of restraint leave him. He drove into me again and again, seeking his own release. He shuddered and threw his head back, and released a high-pitched howl as he spilled himself into me. The pure animal power of his cry surged through me and I came again, my voice joining his until we both lie shuddering and panting, tangled together in the sweaty folds of Remus’ cardigan.
“God,” he finally murmured breathlessly into my neck.
“No, it’s just me,” I said cheekily. He laughed, and I winced slightly at the vibrations it sent through the still-sensitive flesh where his body joined with mine.
“Sor-“ he started before I stopped him with a forceful kiss.
“Remus Lupin, if you apologize to me for any of that, these lips will never again touch any part of your anatomy.”
He slid himself out of me before he laughed again. “What could I have possibly done in my life to deserve you?”
“Something dreadful, I’m sure,” I replied, joining him in laughter. “Oh, I’m hungry,” I said as my stomach gave a loud rumble. “You ate all the chocolate.”
“Well, that house-elf probably brought more food,” he said, cringing slightly. “I can’t believe they just came in here while we were-“
“It’s a perfectly natural thing, Remus. They probably weren’t even paying attention to us at all.”
“Then why are you blushing like that?”
“I am simply flushed from exertion,” I said haughtily. “Pumpkin juice?” I offered, suddenly extremely thirsty as well as starving as I poured the contents of the pitcher into two glasses.
“Yes, please.” Remus took a long drink and then rubbed the side of his neck. “I must be getting old. I’ve got a kink in my neck.”
“My poor dear,” I murmured, taking a large bite of ham sandwich before massaging his neck. “How’s that?”
“Oh, much better,” he sighed, taking a bite of my sandwich before feeding me the rest, one small bit at a time. “Tired?” he asked when I sank back into the pillows, full and happy and sated.
“A bit. Sleep here with me?”
“Of course. I have the potion to transform me back into Professor Morris so I can leave in the morning. Polyjuice is a very odd sensation, you know.” He lie down beside me.
“No, I’ve never done it. Does it hurt at all?”
“No, it’s just… odd.” He brushed my hair back from my face and kissed my nose. “It would have been worth any amount of pain, though, to be with you tonight.”
“No, don’t say that. I don’t ever like to think of you in pain. You get enough of that every full moon, when it’s unavoidable. Don’t ever go looking for more just for me.”
He nodded. “All right. I can promise that.”
“Oh, good.” I yawned and snuggled against him. “This is my very favorite way to sleep; with your arms around me.”
“What a coincidence,” murmured Remus sleepily. “Having you in my arms is my favorite way to sleep.”
*****
We woke early in the morning to find a fresh, hot breakfast laid out on a table by the window. We enjoyed it while happily gazing out at the lake and sharing each other’s company for the brief time allowed to us. (Although I did agree with Remus that was a bit creepy to keep finding things we needed that hadn’t been there before, especially when we found our clothing laundered and folded in a neat pile on the windowseat.)
“Come home this weekend,” Remus said, looking into his tea instead of at me. “Please.”
“I can’t,” I said regretfully. “N. E. W. T.s start on Monday”
“Next weekend, then?”
“I-it’s my turn to chaperone the Hogsmeade visit that weekend. How’s the following weekend?”
“Full moon that Friday. Means I won’t be good for anything on Saturday.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“You promised last night to come home more often,” Remus reminded me, a touch petulantly.
“I know. I really am sorry.” The deck of cards caught my eye again. “You still get to draw one more card, you know. We have time.”
Remus raised an eyebrow. “Distracting me with promises of sexual favors?”
“Is it working?”
“Depends on what this says.” He grinned slyly and took a card. “Well, that’s appropriate. You do need to be punished.”
“Pardon?”
“’Spanking’. How do you feel about that?”
“Well, er, I don’t- that is, I haven’t ever-“
“Neither have I.”
“But you’re right. I do need to be punished.” It was a bit of a struggle not to laugh; it’s a bit more difficult to be seriously pervy when the bright morning sunshine is streaming through the window than it is to be pervy in the middle of the night.
Remus, however, was quite turned on by the idea. “Turn around and lift up your skirt,” he ordered, a predatory gleam in his eyes that gave me small shiver of anticipation.
I did what he asked, and stood, waiting for him to make his move. “Remus?”
“Don’t talk. I’m deciding whether I want to do this with you still wearing those lovely knickers or if I want to watch you take them off first.”
“All right. Just let me know.”
“I told you not to talk,” he said severely. I gasped sharply as his hand made sudden, sharp contact with my bottom. He kissed my neck gently before taking a step back. “Take off the knickers. Slowly.”
I did as he asked, carefully sliding the silky fabric down my legs and tossing them aside.
“Good girl,” he murmured, coming close enough to take my earlobe between his teeth. One arm slipped around my waist, holding me still as he rested his free hand on my bare arse. He sucked and nibbled on my ear as he moved his hand in a small circle until I felt him suddenly break contact.
I cried out when his hand slapped against my bare skin. “I don’t like this game very much,” I whimpered softly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing the back of my neck again carefully. “I won’t do it again.”
“No, I’m sorry. You like it.” He couldn’t deny it; the proof was in his erection pressed against my hip.
“I like this more.” He moved his hand to the front and began stroking me, gently at first but rapidly the pressure even as he kept up a slow and steady motion. “I like to make you scream, but only in the good way.”
“I like this, too." I felt suddenly as though I was falling, as though no part of me was anchored to the world anywhere but where he touched me. “Don’t stop and don’t let go of me.” I reached back between us, fumbling and struggling to free him from his trousers.
We were both gasping with laughter and desperate desire when Remus finally let go and spun me around to face him. His quick fingers made short work of the fastenings of his trousers and he had me pressed against the wall before I had time to miss his touch. My legs wrapped around him, my hands clung to the fabric of his robes, our harsh moans swallowed by frantic kisses as we quickly found completion in each other.
Remus took a few steps and collapsed on a settee that hadn’t been there before, still holding me. “God,” he gasped, raising his trembling hands to my face. “No, still you,” he said, and laughed, kissing me tenderly.
“Better not be anyone else,” I sniffed before collapsing against him, overcome with laughter and contentment and kisses.
The sound of a student’s shout floated through the window, bringing us abruptly back to reality. “I should go,” Remus said regretfully.
“I suppose.” I buried my face against his shoulder. “Can’t I just keep you here for when I have a spare moment?”
“I’ll be your pet werewolf,” he said with a snort.
“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘sex slave’.”
“Now that sounds like an intriguing career. I am fully qualified, you know.”
“I do know.” I laughed and reluctantly rose from his lap to retrieve my knickers from the shadowy corner where they had landed. “Ew, what sort of decoration is this?” I gazed up at the stuffed head of some hideous animal that I hadn’t noticed before. “Wild boar from the Forbidden Forest and the Speer what Killt it” proclaimed the small plaque mounted beneath it. “This is not sexy at all.”
“Well, maybe it is for whoever the room is expecting next,” suggested Remus, doing up his trousers and running his hands through his hair. “Maybe Filch or Hagrid.”
“Ew,” I said again. “I don’t even want to contemplate either of them in any such situation.”
“Well, you did tell me Hagrid was getting on very well with the headmistress from Beauxbatons.”
“Stop.” I launched myself at him to silence him with a kiss. “I should go change my clothes before class,” I said with a resigned sigh.
“And I should change my appearance so I can leave before Professor Morris arrives and sees me using him as cover.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to bring myself to kiss you when you look like Milton Morris. So kiss me good bye now.”
He pulled me close and kissed me long and hard. “How’s that?”
“One more,” I demanded.
“There. That will have to tide us over until next time.”
“I miss you already,” I said, feeling a sulk coming on.
Remus grinned. “Run away with me.”
“Not today, sorry. I’m busy.”
“Maybe later?”
“Maybe later.” I watched him pull the vial of Polyjuice potion from his pocket and ignored the twinge in my stomach when he swallowed it. I flinched when he began to transform, but reminded myself that it was just Milton Morris he was changing into. Nothing dangerous and nothing permanent.
“I’ll call you through the Floo tonight,” he said in another man’s voice, as another man’s hand squeezed mine tightly.
“I’ll wait up.” I smiled at him and turned to leave, giving the room a long last look. I hoped we’d be able to find it again sometime.