Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 8 Author: nimrod_9 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): dream sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 568
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Remus was dozing when Poppy came in. She examined Severus and then spoke. “There are monitoring charms on him so I will know if he wakes during the night. Get yourself a blanket from the cabinet. I don’t need another patient in the morning.” Her tone was crisp, but her eyes were soft. She turned and left before Remus could speak.
He levered himself from the chair, used the loo and collected the blanket. Gently, he kissed Severus’ forehead before settling into the chair. One more story then he would go to sleep.
“I found it funny that Death Eater meetings were usually on the weekends, but the ones that weren’t were most often on a Tuesday or a Thursday. I’m certain it was some superstition that Voldemort had, but I never asked. The night I’m talking about was a Tuesday. You’d once said I could sleep through a bomb; that is probably true. I have always found your ability to wake because the air pressure changed in a room positively boggling.”
“I had gone to bed in my room on the second floor of Grimmauld Place; everything was quiet except the occasional piercing scream from Mother Black. I was asleep in minutes until just after one in the morning, when I heard you croak ‘budge over Lupin’. I did, although I was a bit confused. You slipped into bed fully clothed and damp; your hair was in wet strings on the pillow. I asked if you were all right and you mumbled ‘okay’. You were most definitely not okay. I asked you to take off your clothes because they were clammy; you didn’t move. Finally, I became tired of arguing with a lump of soggy, black clothing and a used a spell to rid you of it. You shivered, but didn’t move.”
“After some coaxing and prodding you finally agreed to put on a pyjama top. I dried and warmed the sheets, and you went right back to sleep. When I curled up on my side you threw and arm over me; it was comforting and I wished I could stay awake to enjoy it. The early dawn light was beginning to creep through the windows before you moved again.”
“First, you pulled me closer and rocked your morning erection against my arse. I sighed and wiggled and you continued. Your hand went to my hip so you could push yourself harder against me. I tried saying your name, but you responded in mumbles and gasps. I wondered what you were dreaming of, besides the obvious. My pyjama bottoms were thin and I could feel every glorious bit of you cock. My cock strained to be as unfettered as yours was. You grew bigger and moved faster and I pushed back as best as I could. With a strangled cry you came, pulsing across my back and soaking my pyjamas. I thought you might awaken, but your breathing evened out and you rolled onto your back.
“I didn’t waste a minute before I fisted my cock hard and fast; it wasn’t more than a few moments before I was coming all over my chest. I was covered in cream, back and front, and loved it. Once the heat from our emissions cooled, I cleaned us both up and fell back asleep. You were gone when I next awoke. I have always wondered if you remembered that night.”