"I'd never willingly let anyone see those scars before, let alone touch them. Sure, they were seen and touched when I was a student and getting treatment after the Full. But, no one ever touched them just to know them, to seemingly read them with their fingertips the way you did." Chuckling, Remus smiled more brightly. "The higher body temperature actually can make cold air feel colder. But, if I'd worn a cloak, I wouldn't have gotten to share yours."
Was it any wonder he loved this man? "I like that idea, keeping it in the library." Remus blinked as Regulus continued, then grinned slowly. "To someone who has spent his entire life trying to blend in, fit in with normal people or werewolves, it seems like a bad thing. But, when you put it that way, how can I be upset about it? After all, you deserve to have everything one-of-a-kind."
This was what he'd meant, this sense of not being able to get enough of lips sliding against lips, hands brushing over skin as they talked. "How do I touch you?" he asked, genuinely curious, though perhaps slightly teasing as well. "Like this?" He ran his hand reverently down his lover's chest. "Or like this?" He slid both hands along Regulus' arms only to drag his fingers down the other man's back. "Like this?" Grasping Regulus' firmly in his hands, Remus turned, pulling Regulus underneath him much as he had that first night he'd really let go.
"No more lectures," he promised, laughing as he leaned down to claim further kisses.