Severus followed until Remus hit the bed. 'Maybe you shouldn't care so much about that guest room? It is cold and draughty anyway.' Almost hesitantly, Severus raised one of Remus' hands to his lips and kissed it with an odd tenderness. 'This is insane, you know that,' he said, not letting go of Remus' hands. 'A month ago I'd gladly have cursed you with even a lethal curse... Now... I...'
Severus paused, breathing in slowly, the scent of the wolf and the sex they had had better than any perfume. 'Now... I want you in my bed. Not in the guestroom.' He watched Remus' face closely, as to be able to read any reluctance there. But there were just those fantastic almost yellowy golden eyes. Severus wondered if they changed colour so vividly because of the wolf, or if Remus was just born that way. From velvet brown to sunny yellow. It would take a lifetime to get tired looking into them.