A Very Good Day Characters: Remus, Severus Summary: It's the end of a good day... Status: complete
Humming softly to himself, Remus stirred the two mugs of cider with a stick of cinnamon, imparting a wonderful, spicy scent to the sweetness of the beverage. When he was satisfied with the result, he placed the mugs on a tray, which already contained a plate of biscuits and some of the gingerbread that Lurch had baked that afternoon. A flick of his wand levitated the tray, and Remus let it trail after him as he made his way from the kitchen to the parlor, where a roaring fire and a warm Severus waited to chase away the chill of the autumn evening. Between the two, Remus had no doubt about which one could make him hotter.
The room lights were off, but the fire provided a mellow glow that was far more romantic. Remus stopped in the doorway, arrested by the sight of his mate lounging on the sofa, and the way that the firelight painted Severus' pale skin in luminous shades of gold and orange and lent deep reddish highlights to his dark hair. Stepping forward again, Remus' lips quirked up in a wicked smile as he sent the tray toward the low table in front of the sofa.
"I thought I was thirsty," he murmured, standing next to Severus and gazing down at him. "But looking at you makes me think I might be far more hungry than anything else."
After returning home from their family outing, Severus had helped bathe and tuck their exhausted children into bed. They had spent the afternoon in an orchard where Cymbeline and Lysander had chased falling leaves and picked apples that Lurch would turn into cider for them, and they had bought a jug of cider to enjoy that evening. Cymbeline and Lysander were ready to pass out when they got home, and even Gaia seemed unusually sleepy even though she had done nothing but watch. Remus had dressed her in Lysander's old wolf-ear hoodie, much to Severus' chagrin, and all the women in the orchard stopping to coo over how "cute" she was didn't make him any less inclined to disclaim all responsibility for the garment.
But now all three of them were sound asleep, and Severus had changed into something suitable for lounging - a pair of charcoal grey flannel bottoms and a black long-sleeved tee shirt - and curled up on the couch, deliberately keeping his bare feet on display for Remus' benefit.
He glanced up when Remus entered the room and answered Remus' smile with a heated look of his own. "Well, there is nothing prohibiting you from satisfying both needs," he said, extending one arm in an invitation for Remus to join him.
Remus didn't hesitate to take Severus' offer, sliding down onto the sofa and into the circle of Severus' arm with a low, delighted chuckle. He'd left his hair down after bathing the children, and he, too, was wearing pajama bottoms, although he'd elected to keep the matching satin shirt. Nosing Severus' hair aside, he pressed his lips to the side of Severus' neck, giving a soft growl of approval at the familiar taste and feel of Severus' skin against his lips.
After a small, playful nibble, Remus lifted his head, enjoying the heat in Severus' eyes. "A tiny taste, to hold me for the moment," he said, trailing his hand down Severus' thigh, to his knee, then lower still, so that he could caress the arch of Severus' foot. He did adore Severus' feet, so long and elegant, just like the rest of him. "So, what is your appetite like this evening, my love?"
The nibble sent a pleasurable shiver down Severus' spine, and he didn't hesitate to tug Remus closer and smooth his hand down the length of Remus' back, savoring the warmth of Remus' body beneath satin. "My appetite is keen," he said, leaning in to nuzzle Remus' cheek. "I seem to have a taste for something in particular, but I can't quite decide what it is. Perhaps you can help me," he added, dropping his voice to a sultry purr.
Severus was warm and willing in his arms, and Remus arched into the caress of Severus' hand, growling again as the sound of Severus' voice appealed to the wolf. "We do have an extensive menu here at Chateau Snape," he replied, his tone low and husky to match Severus'. "We specialize in wolf, served any way you like, and we have a wide selection of embellishments to accompany it. Or if you'd prefer, you can be on the menu yourself for the ravishing du jour."
"Mmm..." Severus trailed little bites along Remus' jaw to his ear. "This makes a nice appetizer, but it isn't quite the taste I crave. Perhaps I should try elsewhere." Slipping his hands beneath the hem of Remus' shirt, he nuzzled along Remus' throat, breathing in deeply of the warm scent of desire rising from Remus' skin, and then he bit down, worrying the skin before soothing it with swipes of his tongue.
"YESSSSSS..." The sound was a low hiss from between Remus' lips, as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, baring his throat to Severus willingly. Severus definitely knew how to call forth the wolf, to appeal to Remus' inner wildness in the most direct way possible. Lifting his hands, Remus buried them in Severus' hair, cradling his head as he eagerly offered himself up to anything Severus desired. He began to pant softly between parted lips, his desire rising up swift and hot.
Lifting his head, Severus gazed at Remus with desire kindled in the depths of his dark eyes. "Very tasty, but still not quite satisfying." A wicked little smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he began unfastening the buttons of Remus' shirt and pushed the fabric aside, baring Remus' chest to his sight. He took a moment to admire, drinking in the sight before resting his hands at Remus' waist and swooped down to capture one nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly.
The arousal in Severus' gaze and the heat emanating from his body were a delight to Remus, and he moaned eagerly at the sight of Severus' smile and the feel of his hands opening Remus' shirt. Then he gasped as Severus' wicked mouth began to tease and torment his sensitive flesh, and he combed his fingers through Severus' hair as he writhed at the exquisite sensation.
"You're wicked, Mr. Snape," he murmured breathlessly. "I like that about you."
The feeling of Remus' fingers in his hair made Severus purr, and he tugged Remus' nipple harder before releasing it and laving it with his tongue. "I do aim to please, Mr. Lupin," he murmured against Remus' skin, and he shifted to so he continue his path down the length of Remus' torso, exploring with his lips and tongue, pausing to dip into Remus' navel before pausing at the waistband of Remus' pajama bottoms and looking up at him, his expression almost playful.
"I believe I am close to finding something to sate my appetite thoroughly," he said, his tone one of faux innocence.
"While you are making me ravenous," Remus groaned. Severus' touch left a trail of fire down Remus' body, setting off small explosions of pleasure with every kiss and caress. Remus was finding it hard to breathe, so aroused was he by the exquisite torment, and his head moved from side to side with restless energy as Severus seemed intent on driving him to the point of madness... not that Remus minded it one bit.
He opened his eyes when Severus spoke, meeting that dark, intense gaze with a molten golden glance of his own. He growled then, letting the wolf rise up so that Severus could see just how much he was affected by what Severus was doing to him. "I can deny you nothing," he said huskily. "You may devour me completely if that is what you desire."
"I intend to do just that." Severus met Remus' gaze, momentarily lost in the heated golden glow; he could see the wolf responding to him, and that heightened his own arousal as it always did, the knowledge of his power over the wolf a heady delight. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Remus' bottoms and eased them down as Remus obligingly lifted his hips.
He licked his lips, hot need exploding in the pit of his stomach as he curled his fingers around Remus' hard length, and he bent to draw Remus into his mouth, moaning at the delectable combination of salty flesh and musky scent filling his senses.
A long, low cry escaped Remus as Severus offered him the pleasure of his mouth, and he tightened his fingers in Severus' hair as he lost himself in the sensation of warmth and wetness engulfing him. He breathed harshly between parted lips, trembling with the effort of holding still when he wanted to thrust his hips. Sweat broke out in a slick sheen all over his body. "Oh, Severus," he moaned. "You make me feel so good."
Severus had no desire to stop what he was doing long enough to acknowledge the praise; instead, he squeezed Remus' thigh and continued focusing his attention on driving Remus out of his mind. He sucked harder and bobbed his head faster, kneading Remus' thigh as he sought to push Remus to the edge, wanting to make Remus lose control, secure in the knowledge that only he could make both Remus and the wolf melt at his touch.
Remus felt as though Severus were driving him to the brink of madness, so overwhelming were the sensations coursing over and through his body. Part of him wanted to hold back, to prolong it for as long as possible, but the wolf was not so reticent, wanting more and wanting it now. Finally Remus gave in, letting the wolf win the battle of wills, and with a howl of victory and completion Remus let go, throwing his head back as ecstasy burst from every cell in his body. Severus was there, and Remus held on to him, the center of his universe and the source of all his joy, as he drifted down from the heights of pleasure into the comfort and security of his mate's arms.
"I love you," he murmured, opening his eyes and gazing down at Severus with sated happiness. He stroked his fingers gently through Severus' hair, chuckling in lazy approval. "That was fantastic."
Severus drew back slowly, licking his lips to savor the taste of Remus a little longer, and he shifted to rest his head on Remus' lap, closing his eyes as Remus stroked his hair; his own arousal was still strong, a heated throb in his belly, but he wanted to enjoy this moment too, self-satisfied at having given Remus such pleasure. He was relaxed and content, feeling as if his world was complete; his guard was down, as it always was with Remus, but still he hesitated before speaking the words that rose to his lips.
"I love you, too."
Remus went still, not even breathing as Severus spoke those beautiful words. He knew Severus loved him - Severus showed him that every day, with every touch and look and kiss they shared. But Severus had always been reticent about saying the words, which Remus understood. It made the times that he did speak them all the more precious, moments to be locked away in memory and cherished like diamonds.
Drawing in a deep breath, Remus smiled brilliantly, feeling as though Severus had given him the most wonderful gift in the world. He moved his hands down to Severus' arms, urging Severus up as he himself moved back on the sofa so that Severus could lie on top of him. Wrapping his legs around Severus' hips, he pulled Severus down so that he could claim his mate's lips in a deep, drugging kiss, pouring out his heart and soul, his love and happiness into the contact of their mouths. He twined his tongue with Severus', arching up against Severus and relishing every point of contact.
When the need to breath forced him to pull back, he gave a sigh of complete contentment. "Take me, any way that you'd like, my love. I want to give you all the pleasure and joy you've given me."
Severus didn't roll his eyes, because he knew beforehand that saying The Words would make Remus go all soppy, but he only said them around once a year, and he supposed now was as good a time as any to get the annual soppiness over with. Besides, it was a good moment for it, in his estimation. They had enjoyed a pleasant family outing that had worn out the children enough to afford them some grown-up time earlier in the evening than usual. It wasn't an occasion, holiday, or anniversary; it was just a good day, one that quietly illustrated the closeness and comfort of their family life, and that deserved to be commemorated as much as any big milestone event, in his opinion.
Stretching out one hand, he summoned his wand and made short work of banishing their clothes and preparing Remus, and then he tossed it to the floor again as he positioned himself between Remus' legs. Propping himself up on his elbows, he met and held Remus' gaze as he eased forward at a gradual pace, wanting to see the pleasure in Remus' eyes and let Remus see the pleasure in his own. He was in no rush, and he wanted to savor the joining, thus it seemed like ages before he was buried within Remus' welcoming body at last, and he was panting with the effort of keeping control.
"Mine," he whispered, giving a little push to seat himself deeper, gazing down at Remus with fierce possessiveness.
The light in Severus' eyes and the slow joining of their bodies were equal delights, and Remus gave a sultry smile, running his hands along Severus' back, savoring the sensation of being filled and claimed. He held nothing back, letting Severus see his satisfaction, giving a soft growl of approval as he felt Severus' heartrate increase and the way his breathing sped up as his desire built.
"Oh, yes. All yours, now and forever," he replied, lifting one hand to gently caress Severus' cheek. "Take your pleasure in me. I want to see you shatter in my arms."
With that he placed both hands back over his head, crossing his wrists in a gesture of submission and tilting his head back to bare his throat, offering himself up to Severus' will with complete trust and adoration.
Severus' need was too great for him to hold back any longer, and with a hungry snarl, he curled his fingers around Remus' wrists and pinned them as he swooped down to fasten his teeth on Remus' throat, biting harder this time. Only when he was satisfied that he had left a mark that wouldn't fade for at least a day even with Remus' accelerated healing did he let go and claim Remus with rough, demanding thrusts, losing himself in the writhing slide of their sweat-slick bodies.
He felt the tension coiling tighter within him, and he surrendered to the overwhelming need driving him onward, letting passion sweep him away; he surged deep and cried out as ecstasy swept over him, leaving him limp and replete in the aftermath.
Drained and spent, he slumped atop Remus and released a slow, contented sigh. "That satisfied my appetite. For now, at any rate."
Remus cried out, arching back in pleasure at the sensation of Severus' teeth on his throat, and the feeling of being pinned down and completely at Severus' will. Then he watched avidly as Severus began to move, as he was claimed and taken by the man he loved, the play of emotions on Severus face as satisfying as any physical pleasure. Then Severus shattered, and Remus urged him on with soft words of appreciation, tightening his legs around Severus' hips and relishing the cry of pleasure that issued from Severus' lips.
As Severus relaxed, Remus wrapped his arms around him, holding him close and pressing soft kisses to the top of Severus' head as he stroked Severus back, warm and damp with passion. He gave a quiet chuckle. "I suppose that's the problem with werewolf... half an hour later you're hungry again. Fortunately, it's the same with Potions Masters... I never seem to get enough."
Severus pressed his nose against Remus' throat, nuzzling it tenderly, and he sighed with contentment as he nestled into the embrace. "Not to mention we both have an endless supply of what we crave most."
"Definitely an advantage," Remus replied, enjoying the nuzzling, his limbs feeling warm and heavy. "You're addictive, you know... but fortunately non-fattening. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you."
"Yes, yes." Severus mustered the energy to grumble. "We've reached our soppiness quota for the evening." But he pressed a kiss beneath Remus' ear to take the sting from his words. "It was a good day," he murmured, settling down again and closing his eyes. "And this was a good ending to it."
"A very good day..." Remus replied, the movement of his hands slowing as he gave in to the languor slowly stealing over him. "And it is most definitely the happiest ending of all."