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cocoa_cardigan (cocoa_cardigan) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-05-16 19:38:00

Toucha toucha toucha touch me
Characters: Severia, Remus
Summary: Cuddling and a bit more
Note: Occurs before this scene.



It was late, and the house was quiet. Upstairs, the children were fast asleep, worn out by an afternoon in the park with their parents; they had played to their hearts' content, and Lurch had packed a generous picnic basket, and by the time Remus and Severia began herding them home, they were already wilting. Bathtime was a quick affair, and none of them lasted to the end of story time; Cymbeline had held out the longest, but even she gave up and drifted off before Severia was half-way finished with the story.

Now Severia was downstairs in the parlor, curled up on the plush rug in front of the hearth; it was a chilly evening, and she had grown cool enough that she wanted to be closer to the fire, and she had poured herself a glass of wine with the bottle and an empty glass nearby for Remus if he wanted it. She had slipped off her shoes and tucked her bare feet under her skirt, which was pooled around her. The deep violet-blue dress she wore was long-sleeved, but the bodice was cut low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, something she was more comfortable about doing thanks to the night with Serenus and Tybalt. Things were better now. More relaxed. She still missed more intimate touching, but she didn't feel quite so uncertain anymore, which was a welcome improvement.

Remus' phonograph was playing softly, adding to the relaxing atmosphere, and she leaned on one hand and relaxed as she sipped her wine, feeling a little tired herself but far more content than she had been in quite some time.

Remus had finished tucking the children into bed, then stopped in the master bedroom to change out of his jeans into pajama pants and his dressing gown. Gaia had decided to spit up on him as he had been putting her down to sleep, and rather than bother with a cleaning charm which might or might not work, he'd decided to just get a jump start on lounging.

He heard the music as he came down the stairs, and he began to sing along as he entered the room, a smile in his eyes as he looked at Severia.

"Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you..."

As the chorus to "Georgia On My Mind" began, Remus sank down at Severia's side, leaning close to nuzzle her cheek. "Mmmm... Severia on my mind... I think I could change the words, and it would still fit very well, don't you?"

Severia leaned into the nuzzling, shifting closer to him. "Am I?" she asked, offering him the empty wine glass. "What do you think about, then?"

Accepting the glass, Remus reached for the wine glass, filling it, then topping off Severia's as well before setting the bottle aside. "Well, let's see... I think about sexy dark eyes, and the snarking I love so much, and cuddles, and three beautiful babies asleep upstairs." He raised his glass in a silent toast. "That's just for starters, of course. I think about my mate, the man - the person - I love above all others. My heart, my soul, my life."

Severia touched her glass lightly against his. "That will not change," she murmured, glancing sidelong at him from beneath lowered lashes. "No matter what happens. My body has changed, but my heart has not."

"Of course it hasn't - nor has mine," Remus replied, his eyes darkening with emotion. "You will always be my mate, and I will be yours. I am yours, every bit of me." Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Severia's, a gentle kiss, but one full of love.

Severia couldn't repress a soft, needy sound as she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, reaching up to rest her palm lightly against Remus' cheek. "And I am yours," she murmured against his lips. "Always."

That tiny sound sent a shiver down Remus' spine; it had been so long, and he'd missed his mate so much, missed the intimacy and the simple but powerful bond they shared. There had never been this distance between them, not like this. When Remus' memories had been taken, even then he'd not felt the sort of space between them that existed now, and he yearned to bridge the gap, to feel the closeness that sustained him in even his darkest moments. The wolf agreed, wanting its mate with a force Remus couldn't deny even if he wanted to.

And he most definitely didn't.

It was different, too, here in front of the fire, more relaxed and easier, less pressured and fraught with tension than in the bedroom. Remus put down his glass, using his hand to cradle Severia's jaw, his thumb stroking the familiar high angle of bone, not put off by what might have been a bit more fullness. He skimmed his tongue over Severia's lips, asking permission to deepen the kiss, holding back the wolf's urge to just take what it wanted.

Severia parted her lips without hesitation and slid her hand up into Remus' hair even though part of her was apprehensive. They had been in this position before, and it hadn't ended well; perhaps she was foolish for giving in again, but she had missed this - missed their closeness - too much to turn him down despite the risk. Perhaps Remus would have to stop again as he had before, but she would take what she could get.

The willing surrender called to Remus, and he answered it with eager hunger. What did form matter, really? This wasn't about bodies - well, not entirely about them. When he was with Severus, Severia, his mate in any form, it was about a bond that was deep and powerful, one that transcended mere physical manifestations. He'd somehow let his fears overwhelm that realization, and they'd both suffered for it.

Slipping his tongue between Severia's lips, he growled low in his throat. The wolf didn't share Remus' fears; it wanted its mate, and it wasn't going to let Remus back down. He pushed against his mate's shoulder, forcing that long, lean body back onto the soft rug as he plundered her mouth with eager hunger.

Moaning, Severia surrendered willingly and let herself be pushed down; she wound her arms around Remus' shoulders, matching his hunger with desperate need of her own as she responded ravenously to the kiss.

It had been so long, Remus felt as though he were starving, and nothing but his mate could satisfy him. He let the wolf take the lead as he rolled over, straddling Severia's thighs with his knees and pressing her down into the rug. The softness of Severia's chest didn't shock him this time; it was expected, not something to be feared, just another part of Severia's body. He concentrated on exploring the mouth he'd missed kissing for too long, kissing Severia as he knew Severus liked to be kissed.

The wolf's forcefulness was familiar and welcome, and Severia moaned into the kiss, relishing the taste of Remus' mouth and the feel of Remus' body after so long a separation; she was hungry and desperate, and Remus was kissing her exactly the way she loved to be kissed. She responded in kind, kissing Remus the way she knew he liked, meeting him with aggression and hunger, wanting to speak to the wolf as well.

"Yours," she growled between kisses, biting at Remus' bottom lip.

That voice was familiar, the vow one that spoke to the wolf, and it answered the call. Lifting his head, Remus stared down into his mate's beloved face, his amber eyes glowing with familiar heat. "Mine," he said, his voice low and raspy, the possessive word uttered from the very depths of his soul. He grasped Severia's shoulders, then lowered his head, teeth seeking out the sensitive flesh below her ear. He bit down hard, worrying the skin as a growl resonated his his chest. The wolf wanted to claim, to mark his mate so that everyone would know to whom she belonged.

"Yes!" The word burst forth as a sharp cry, the pleasure-pain of Remus' teeth on her flesh so great that Severia thought she could almost find release from that alone. She bared her throat and clung to him, the claim of the wolf bringing a peaceful balm to her soul; this was what she had been needing and longing for, the affirmation of their bond, the intimacy of being claimed by the wolf. Her wolf still, no matter what physical changes had been wrought.

When Remus lifted his head at last, she gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, a soft hum of pleasure rising in her throat. "We can stop there, as far as I am concerned," she said, reaching up to cup his cheek in her palm. "I know you don't find women sexually desirable even putting your phobia aside, and I don't want you to do something that doesn't interest you for my sake. Reaffirming my connection to you and the wolf is all the satisfaction and reassurance I need. Although..." She let her free hand stray lower on Remus' body, a gleam in her dark eyes. "I am perfectly willing to take care of any needs of yours that might have arisen."

The sight of his mate beneath him, looking wanton and desirable, was a potent aphrodisiac. This wasn't some mediwitch holding him down; this was his love, and Remus had experienced nothing but pleasure at Severus' hands. Severia's were no different, long fingered and familiar as she played wickedly over his arousal. He wasn't exactly sure about what to do, but he wanted to give pleasure as well as receive it, to show Severia that she was loved as much as Severus was.

"I want you," he said thickly, moving his hands to strip away the dressing gown, baring his chest. Grey-streaked hair fell over his shoulders as Remus moved, tugging off his pajama bottoms away before sliding between Severia's thighs. He grasped the hem of her dress, inching it up, his breath coming in short, shallow pants.

Severia gazed up at him, wide-eyed, her own breathing growing shallow, and she licked her lips at the sight of Remus' body, which she hadn't enjoyed it far too long. But part of her was still apprehensive, especially since this was such an unexpected turn-around from before. She flattened her palms against his chest and smoothed them down the length of his torso, savoring the feel of his warm, bare skin beneath his hands as she gazed at him somberly.

"I want you too," she said, her voice husky and low. "But more than that, I want you to be certain you can handle this. That it is really what you want. I don't want you to let guilt push you into anything."

Remus smiled then, capturing one of Severia's hands and carrying it to his lips. "I can handle it, although I don't know how skillful I'll be. I want it - for love, for lust, for desire, for lots of reasons, but definitely not because of guilt." He leaned down, growling as he rubbed his nose against Severia's. "I don't want to hurt you, though... I'm as much of a virgin in this as you are, love. If you'd rather do something other than this, we can."

On a purely vain, possessive level, Severia liked the thought of being Remus' first in something, even if it wasn't in a way that either of them expected, and she nodded eagerly. "I do want this. I want you. Just go slowly at first. We'll muddle through together."

"Fair enough," Remus replied, then drew in a deep breath. He reached for his robe, taking his wand out of the pocket and smiling sheepishly. "Just in case we need some help somehow." With that, he lowered himself, bracing his hands on either side of Severia's shoulders to take his weight, and began to kiss her again, slow, deep kisses, starting with the familiar before they both stepped off into the unknown together.

Winding her arms around Remus' shoulders, Severia stroked his back soothingly as she returned the kisses in equal measure, tasting and exploring at her leisure. "You taste good... feel good..." she murmured against his lips between kisses, wanting to offer reassurance that all was well so far.

"Yes, yes," Remus agreed, his desire increasing with every slide of lips and tongue. He'd missed this so much, missed his mate, missed everything about their normal lives. But this was something they could take control of, and he let the wolf rise up again. The instincts of his lupine half knew more about this than his human side, and so he felt it best to let it rule the moment. Besides, Severus liked the wolf.

The wolf was more than happy about the plan, eagerly devouring Severia's lips, not caring about physical form now, only wanting to be closer to its mate. He deepened the kisses, his hands moving to Severia's hips, gripping them and squeezing as he moved restlessly against Severia's body.

Moaning, Severia raked her nails down Remus' back and reached down to grope his arse, feeling as if she couldn't get enough as she memorized him anew; she could feel the wolf joining in, and she welcomed it as eagerly as she welcomed Remus, offering it her surrender with each kiss.

She could also feel Remus growing restless, and she pulled back, searching his face. "Would it be easier if you took me from behind?" she asked. "I don't care. Whatever you want - whatever you need - I will do it."

"Mmmm... perhaps," Remus agreed, hissing with pleasure as he arched into the scrape of Severia's nails. It felt fantastic, pain and pleasure mixed, sending shivers of pure, aching need down his spine. He pulled back, lifting Severia easily and helping her turn over to hands and knees before reaching for his wand again. Fortunately, the spell worked, and Severia's clothing disappeared, leaving her bare with the firelight playing over her pale, perfect skin.

"Perfect," he murmured, running his hands down that gorgeous expanse of warm flesh. Like this, it was hard to see much of a difference in his mate; there were curves instead of angles, perhaps, but that didn't bother him at all. Not when he could touch the firm swell of Severia's arse, remembering the pleasure of their bodies joined.

He was hard, aching, wanting to take and claim, but he knew this would be different for them both. "So beautiful, my love," he crooned as he moved forward, bending down so that he could press warm, open-mouthed kisses across Severia's shoulders, then began trailing his tongue slowly down her spine.

The feel of Remus' lips and tongue on her bare skin made Severia shudder with pleasure, and she arched her back, not holding back the moans that rose in her throat. She didn't care what they did or how they did it as long as Remus was touching her; after weeks of famine, she was being offered sustenance again, and she reveled in every moment of it.

Remus continued the slow caress of lips and tongue over Severia's back, loving the sound of those moans, wanting to hear more of them, wanting to turn the breathless sounds into screams of pleasure. When he reached the base of her spine, he stopped, breathing hard as well, palms sweating as he grasped her hips again. "Slow, love, slow," he said, speaking as much to himself as to Severia as he moved forward, trembling with the effort of holding back. He didn't know a lot about female anatomy, but he knew enough to be as gentle as he could as he pressed forward, bringing them together slowly.

Severia cried out, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being joined with Remus, and she rocked back, wanting to be filled, to be taken, to be utterly possessed. "Yes, yes," she gasped, trembling with the force of her need. "Perfect. Feels perfect. You aren't hurting me, not at all..."

"Yes, oh, yes," Remus moaned as their bodies slid together. It felt different, but no less wonderful taking Severia like this, no less perfect knowing that he was joined with his mate after so long a separation. He continued the slow movement until they were completely together, breathing hard as he moved a hand to stroke Severia's warm, damp back. "Perfect, wonderful... you sure you don't hurt?"

Severia arched against Remus' hand, purring. "It doesn't hurt. Feels good," she murmured, deliberately tightening her inner muscles around him to illustrate her point. "You're doing fine."

"AHH!" Remus gasped, his eyes going wide as he felt the impossibly tight heat around him growing even tighter. It felt incredible, and he gripped Severia's hips tightly. "Oh, my God, what did you do? That's fantastic!"

Severia allowed herself the luxury of a smirk, and she did it again, teasing him with a slow rhythm of tighten-and-release. "One of the little perks," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "All for you."

"Mine," Remus agreed, eyes rolling back in his head at the blatant teasing. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, then pulled back and surged forward, filling Severia deeply in retaliation. "All mine. Forever."

Severia cried out again and threw her head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure; it was so different, but so very good. She loved this, loved the soft giving of her body that was made for this pleasure, and she loved the way Remus filled her, completing her just as he did when she was Severus instead of Severia.

"Yours," she moaned, rocking back in a silent plea for more. "I'm yours. Show me how much I belong to you and the wolf..."

Neither Remus nor the wolf could resist that request, and Remus growled, surging forward and claiming Severia with rougher thrusts. He wanted to do more, though, more to show his mate how much she was loved and desired. He moved his hand forward, around the soft curve of hip, seeking out the heat and warmth he had read about but never before touched. Now was the time for it, though, and he let the passion of the moment guide him, although with more enthusiasm than skill. "Mine!" he shouted, clenching his jaw as he sought to give Severia everything she wanted, everything they both wanted and needed.

"Yes!" Severia gasped, her eyes flying open wide as Remus touched her, sending a jolt of pure molten pleasure throughout her body. She grasped his hand and guided it, showing him where and how to touch her, and her moans escalated into cries and whimpers as her pleasure-tension spiraled higher and higher.

Soft heat rather than hard heat against his hand, but the moans his mate was giving were no less potent for all that. It had been so long, and he needed so much, and Remus moved faster, driven wild by knowing that Severia wanted this, wanted him. He cried out Severia's name as the pleasure overwhelmed him completely, pushing him over the edge into a haze of molten passion.

She could feel Remus' release as she couldn't in her male form, and she was wound up tight after weeks of abstinence, her body taut and eager for release; she hovered, panting, and she moved sinuously against Remus, straining for release, wanting to prolong their joining, but she couldn't hold out as Remus' fingers grew more certain and bold, and she couldn't hold back a shout as a little chain of explosions - like a string of firecrackers rather than one big explosive firework - racked her, leaving her sated and shuddering in the aftermath.

She slumped bonelessly on the rug, her breathing shallow and rapid, and she mustered the energy to peek at Remus over her shoulder with growing amusement. "So. You bagged a chick and gave her multiple orgasms on your first time out. You'll be unbearable to live with now, I suppose."

Completely undone by sensations at once familiar and completely new, Remus drew away, rolling to one side before collapsing onto the rug and pulling Severia into his arms. He buried his nose in the hair at the nape of her neck, drawing in deep breaths scented with repletion. Severia's skin was less musky, more sweet, and Remus chuckled at the odd familiarity of it.

"I suppose I will," he murmured, running his hand over the curve of her hip and down her thigh caressingly. He was glutted with touch and yet still wanted more, although the need was easily fulfilled now by just holding his mate like this, warm, bare skin to warm, bare skin. "Although I suspect that has more to do with the particular chick in question rather than any skill on my part. You're insatiable in any form, my love. Lucky me." He flicked his tongue over the back of her neck, both to illustrate his point and to savor the taste of her satisfaction.

Sated in both body and heart, Severia nestled against Remus, still hungry for more contact after the distance between them of late; feeling his body pressed against hers was everything she needed at the moment, a simple pleasure that had been sorely missed. She tilted her head forward, shivering at the flick of his tongue against her skin.

"I am insatiable when it comes to you," she said, reaching back to stroke his hip. "Especially after such a long drought." She paused before murmuring, "I missed you terribly."

"We missed you, too," Remus murmured, pausing in the stroking to hold Severia tight. "It was definitely too long, but we'll never have to go through that again." It didn't matter what form his mate wore, Remus was certain now that he could move past anything to give them both what they needed so desperately.

He sighed softly, regretting how long it had taken for him to reach his epiphany, even through he knew Severia didn't blame him for it. "I promise." It was a vow, and Remus meant it with every fiber of his being.

"Good." With a sigh of contentment, Severia closed her eyes and relaxed in his arms, feeling at peace for the first time since the whole ordeal had begun. "It interfered with the cuddling," she murmured drowsily, her voice laced with amusement. "And that is not acceptable."