wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-03 06:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, hermione, remus |
Special Delivery For: tjwritter
Title: Dirty Limericks and Chocolate Liqueur
Author/Artist: snapesgirl
Recipient's LJ name: tjwritter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 5,594
Warnings (if any): EWE, light bondage, spanking, food play, oral sex
Summary: A chance encounter in Diagon Alley leads to Remus thinking he is a dirty old man.
Authors notes: many thanks to the moderators of this exchange and to my beta readers.
Remus Lupin roamed Diagon Alley trying to track down an incredible scent. Someone, somewhere was baking and it smelled heavenly. Because he was so focused on tracking the enticing aroma to its source, he failed to see a slim person leaving Flourish and Botts. He collided with this person, receiving an armful of delightful curves.
“I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking and,” he trailed off helplessly when he realized one of his hands was resting on something other than a shoulder. Remus blushed and began to apologize profusely while removing his hands from her body.
“It was not entirely your fault. I shouldn’t have been reading and walking,” Hermione Granger apologized simultaneously with her former instructor. She tried to frown at the familiar contact and failed because Mr. Lupin looked adorable while flustered. It was tempting to verbally abuse the poor man just to see if he could blush any brighter.
“Miss Granger?” Remus blinked. She was the right height, and her hair was the correct color. The usually bushy mass was tamed and in a tight bun. The last time he’d seen this young woman, she had been seventeen or was it eighteen?
“In the flesh.” Hermione smiled up at him.
Remus sniffed the air. His eyes widened. This close to the full moon-- he should have realized what he smelled was a person and not a new bakery. “That is an interesting scent you are wearing.” He leaned closer to sniff at her hair.
Hermione didn’t know if she should be upset or flattered at the way the older man was looking at her.
A witch with a horde of children in tow jostled the couple while trying to enter the bookstore. “Get a room.” She grumbled at them, making the duo step apart and chuckle nervously.
“I was just going to have lunch, would you care to join me?” Hermione offered.
“I would be delighted. What have you been doing since…well, since the war ended?” Remus offered her his arm. He was pleased when she rested a slim hand there lightly and walked with him towards the Leaky Cauldron.
“Well, after all the celebrations, I managed to finish my education. I went to a Muggle university for a time. I needed to get away from all the fame.” She sighed. “What have you been doing?”
“The usual, taking in odd jobs, working for werewolf rights, that sort of thing.”
“You appear to be doing well.” She looked him up and down.
Remus was glad he’d worn his best robes for this trip to town. He usually didn’t bother with his appearance unless he was going to speak at a Ministry function.
“Would you prefer if I looked like your tatty old professor?”
“No, I think I like the way you’re dressed today. You look distinguished.”
“Ouch, now that is something a lady would say to one of her father’s friends, not to a former comrade in arms.”
Hermione bit back a waspish retort about him being old enough to be her father and really looked at him. Wizards aged differently from Muggles. They had a longer life expectancy. She noticed he was prematurely grey. However, that did not detract from his appearance. Remus Lupin was a very handsome man.
“My apologies, Mr. Lupin. I didn’t mean to offend you.” She wished she knew how to flirt. It had been a long time since her brief marriage to Ron, and Hermione found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss a slightly older man.
“Please, call me by my given name.” He gingerly placed a hand on her lower back and held the door to the Leaky Cauldron open for her. Tipping his head to one side, he paused to admire her arse while she entered the pub. Remus found himself wishing robes did not conceal so much.
The pub was crowded with families preparing to send their children to Hogwarts. The couple sighed. Before either could suggest leaving, Tom came up to greet them.
“Professor Granger, Mr. Lupin, it’s a pleasure to see you both. Would you care to use a private dining chamber? I believe I have one available.”
“Yes, that would be delightful.” Hermione agreed without looking at her companion.
They followed the slightly stooped pub keeper down a corridor and into what looked like a cozy family parlour. The noise from the main room cut off as soon as the door closed.
“Now then, would you care to see a menu?” Tom asked. He appeared to be relieved by the relative quiet.
“How about you tell us what today’s specials are and be slow about the recital?” Hermione’s suggestion was met with a grin.
“Let’s see.” Tom moved to a chair sat down. He sighed and stretched his legs before looking at them. “Thank you, young lady. I think this is my first break today. We have a nice stew, there’s beef or ham sandwiches with crisps, or a spring omelet.”
“I will have the omelet with a pot of tea, after you’ve rested a bit more.” Hermione sat on the settee and finally looked at her companion.
Remus coughed to hide a chuckle and walked over to the empty fireplace. “A beef sandwich with crisps and a pint of lager.” He shared a smile with Tom. “Has this been a busy week?”
“I will be glad when the Express leaves tomorrow. It will be nice to have a wee bit of quiet for a few days before the holiday shopping begins.” Tom shook his head. “I better get back to work. Your meals will be here momentarily.” The pub keeper stood and left the room.
“Professor Granger? What do you teach?”
“Charms.”
“Flitwick has retired?”
“Yes, he wanted to spend more time with his family. He said spending ten months out of the year away from his wife was too much time away. Personally, I think he was relieved when I showed up at Hogwarts with a Muggle teaching certificate and inquiring about employment.”
“Oh? What makes you say that?”
“He announced his retirement before the Headmistress could say whether or not there were any positions available.”
Remus joined her on the settee, sitting closer than proper and leaned over to sniff her. He made an appreciative sound.
“When is the full moon, tomorrow or the next day?”
“Relax, Hermione, you are perfectly safe. The full moon is the day after tomorrow and I have someone to get Wolfsbane from. You smell like cinnamon and nutmeg with a hint of vanilla. I was following this scent in Diagon Alley, trying to find the new bakery.” He managed to look chagrined at this confession.
“Really, you were following me? Where did you pick up my scent?”
Remus wanted to hit himself in the head. He should have known better than to give Hermione Granger that bit of information. The young woman had been insatiably curious as a child; some things, it seemed, never changed.
“I noticed it near Gringotts and followed it past Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes, around the ice cream parlour, to the owl post, the scribners, Ollivanders and back up to Flourish and Blotts. Why on earth were you taking such a round about route?”
She blushed. Remus thought she looked charming. He also believed she smelled delicious.
“I managed to leave my shopping list back at Hogwarts and I was trying to remember everything I needed.”
“Did you succeed?” He lightly traced her ear with his fingertip, making her shiver.
“Yes, I did.” She moved slightly away from him. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Never felt better.”
Their meal arrived just then. Hermione briskly moved to the small table and was seated. She commented in a breathy voice how nice everything looked, thanked the server and began to eat.
Remus managed to keep from snarling at the poor serving girl and joined Hermione at the table. He eventually managed to apologize for his behavior and watched the young witch leave as soon as she finished her meal.
~~~
Remus muttered and grumbled at himself when he returned home. He slammed the door closed. It was a relief to be away from all of the people in London. The peace of the Marches usually helped to calm him prior to the full moon. Today, he needed a cold shower.
“Wonderful Moony, could you have been any pushier with the bird?” He fussed at himself as he stormed to the bathroom. Remus tugged off his clothing, not caring if he damaged his good robes or his shoes and socks for that matter. Once the water was running, he stepped under the icy spray and gasped.
Remus was annoyed by all the myths and legends about how werewolves knew their intended mate at first sight or by scent. He disliked being thought of as an animal. There was nothing animal like about him. Remus was a man first and foremost. So what if his dark side was forced to surface once a month. Didn’t the same happen to some witches?
The thought of witches brought one in particular to mind. Hermione had been buck toothed and bushy haired as a student. Now, she was a trim young lady with a very nice chest, at least as far as he could tell by that accidental grope today.
Recalling how she felt in his hand made him grow hard. Remus cradled his erection with one hand and slowly began to wank. Experience had taught him not to ignore his libido this close to the full moon. The less frustrated he was, the easier his change and the less likelihood of him clawing himself once he was a wolf.
He squeezed and moved his hand faster, thrusting his hips into his fist, and groaned. Remus wanted to know what was under Hermione Granger’s prim robes. It was almost imperative he learned how she’d look with her hair down. Was it still bushy, or did it curl? How would it feel against his body as she moved to take his prick in her mouth and suck him off?
Remus came with a shout. He decided to remain in the shower, and try to cool off after his exertions. Eventually, he shut off the water and stepped out of the narrow stall and dried himself with a charm. Next, Remus set about examining his clothing and repairing the damage. He was shaking his head when he entered his bedroom.
“No fool like an old fool.” Remus murmured. He tugged on a comfortable pair of trousers and an old cotton jumper. The weather might be too warm for such things but right now, he needed the comfort of wearing favorite clothing.
“Well, old man, time to edit that text and maybe draw a few illustrations.” He wondered when he began to talk to himself. It must have been as a child. There was not a time in his life Remus could not recall talking to an empty room just so he could hear a voice.
He walked into his parlour and sat behind his desk. Pulling a stack of parchment forward, he began to work on a new textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts. This was to be an up to date and definitive work on the subject, written by several experts in this field of study. The challenge was keeping the book at a level sixth and seventh year students would be able to use and not talk down to them.
Remus found it difficult to concentrate on the words before him. Sighing softly, he pulled an artist’s pad out of a lower desk drawer. He selected a pencil and began to sketch. This was one of those times when Remus became absorbed in drawing. The images he created didn’t really register with him until he stopped working.
“I doubt her breast is that large.” Remus muttered, he made a correction and viewed the sketches once more. “Does she or doesn’t she?” He considered the almost identical drawings of a nude Hermione Granger. In both sketches, she displayed her body to the viewer. One was of her with pubic hair and the other was of her bare. Remus wondered which was the correct image. He rubbed at his crotch while admiring his work.
“This is not getting the book completed.” Tossing the sketchpad on his desk, he stood up and prowled around the cottage. “Day after tomorrow…school starts tomorrow, then the full moon. Do I contact her now or later?” He wandered into the kitchen and made up a pot of tea. “Write an apology now and try to meet up with her later.”
Once the decision was made, Remus found himself able to relax. However, the full moon was coming and he was always restless right before his change, which made concentrating on the book impossible.
~~
Dear Professor Granger,
I apologize for my boorish behavior the other day, I beg your forgiveness.
Respectfully, R.J.L.
~
Dear Mr. Lupin,
There is nothing to forgive. You are a healthy male and it’s close to your special time. I fully understand and hope you will forget the incident. I have some questions about Dark Creatures that I am enclosing in this letter.
Respectfully, H.G.
~
Dearest Miss Granger,
I was pleased to hear from you so soon. I hope my last letter was helpful with those questions you had. The new textbook is still a work in progress. I have been distracted lately and find my sketches are not up to scratch.
Would you do me the honour of being my guest at tea? We can either meet at Madam Puddifoot’s or in Diagon Alley.
R.J.L.
~
Dear Remus,
I enjoyed having tea with you. Your home is quite delightful. The garden must be impressive in the spring. What were those cakes called again? I find myself hungry for them and wish to ask the House-elves to prepare them for the next staff meeting. Maybe then I will not be so greedy.
Thank you for the book on Persian charms and jinxes. I am finding it fascinating reading. Do you think you might be able to meet me in Hogsmeade this weekend? I’ve found a rare volume on the Dark Arts in the books I purchased at an estate auction. I thought of your work as soon as I saw this book.
With Affection, Hermione
~
Dearest Hermione,
I received your owl with my Yule present. Thank you for the charcoal pencils and sketching velum. Such fine art supplies are a treasure, but not nearly as precious as you. Perhaps you might pose for me?
R.
~
Darling Remus,
The chocolates were wonderful, especially the naughty shaped ones. I am glad I was alone when I opened them and your other present to me.
Are you busy at New Year’s? I would cherish spending more time with you. Perhaps we could go to a movie. I have missed seeing them and think you would appreciate this form of entertainment.
Yours, H.
~
Dearest Hermione,
I enjoyed the Muggle motion picture, thank you for inviting me. I still do not understand the attraction Hugh Grant has for you females. Alan Rickman is a far superior actor and has such a mesmerizing voice.
R.
~
Remus love,
I never realized you were gay.
H.
~
Hermione, you naughty thing
The next time we are together young lady, I will demonstrate I most certainly am not gay.
Love, R.
~~
A light breeze blew, making her soft hair flow behind her as she ran across the meadow towards him. Remus caught Hermione in his arms and kissed her.
They fell to the ground, murmuring promises between kisses.
Remus woke up with a shudder. He rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. Between making erotic sketches of Hermione every time he sat down to draw, and watching some Muggle atrocity called a romantic comedy at the theater, his dreams had taken a turn for the worse. He beat at his pillows before settling back in bed.
“Can’t have normal wet dreams while human, can we? Since when did my subconscious become that of a hormonal pre-pubescent girl?” Placing his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling. “Since I became obsessed with a certain professor of Charms.” He brought one hand down to stroke his growing erection. “At least she appreciated the teas and chocolates at the holidays,” he muttered.
After bringing himself off, Remus rolled over and stretched, trying to find a comfortable position. There was a very nice little collection of poetry he was considering sending to her. Then again, maybe he should owl her a set of dirty limericks. There were times when Remus thought of himself as a pervert for chasing after a woman young enough to be his daughter.
Valentine’s Day was fast approaching and Remus wanted to try for the next step. Flirtation, teasing and a bit of voyeurism were all fun. However, he wanted more. It would be wonderful to shag her into the bed and make her scream. Eventually, Remus managed to fall back to sleep. His dreams were normal ones without influence from watching a bad movie.
After a quick shower, he charmed his bed linens clean and dressed. It was a nice sunny Saturday. Remus thought it a perfect day to Apparate to Hogsmeade. Maybe he would get lucky and run into a certain witch.
He arrived in the village to discover the weather in Scotland was a touch damper than at home. Since it was a ‘fine soft day’, he cast a charm to keep from freezing and becoming covered in damp snow.
The village streets were filled with students and so was the pub’s tap room. Remus nodded his head at a greeting from Molly Weasley as he walked up to the bar.
“You look like you could use a bite to eat.”
“I’m fine, really. In fact, I just had breakfast before coming here.”
“Nonsense,” the red-head bundle of energy swiftly moved away and was soon back with a glass of cider and a serving of shepherd’s pie.
Remus knew the woman meant well, but he wished she would stop trying to fatten him up. Arguing with her was useless, so he took a sip of cider and nibbled at the meal.
She left to chide a group of students and Remus felt a bit of relief. There’d been so many changes since the war. Arthur and Molly had divorced. Molly used her settlement to purchase this place after Rosemerta put it up for sale. Bellatrix had killed Tonks during the battle at the Ministry. Remus firmly believed the young Auror had shoved Sirius out of the way and taken the curse meant for him. The other Order members insisted she’d tripped over her own feet and fell through the veil.
He bowed his head briefly, trying to erase the sad memories. Remus wanted to be in a good mood when he saw Professor Granger. His next thought was that coming to The Three Broomsticks was a bad idea. Ron and Hermione had been dating when they were students and had a brief marriage after they’d finished their studies. He knew the youngest Weasley male married Lavender Brown, but he was not certain if the break up with Hermione had been amicable or not. Better still, Molly was protective of her offspring, making him was fairly certain Hermione was not welcome in the pub.
Rather than try to reason with Molly, Remus left payment on the bar and slipped outside while she was busy. The cool air felt good after the heat of so many bodies pressed together. He ambled around the village, hoping to run into Hermione. After braving the hordes in Honeydukes, Remus managed to literally do as he wished. He ran into Hermione Granger when he stepped out of the shop. Luckily, he caught her arm, preventing her falling into a snowdrift.
“I am so sorry. It seems like all I ever do is trample you.”
“It’s all right, I was not watching where I was going.”
“I really should be more careful.”
“Honestly, Remus, I am fine. I see you are preparing to indulge in chocolates.” She gestured at the small package he was carrying.
“Actually, these are for you.”
“No flowers?” she teased.
“Sorry, no flowers. They make me sneeze.”
“When you sneeze, is it an adorable puppy sneeze? You know, one of those full body things dogs do?”
Remus tried to frown at her. “You of all people should know I am not cute, cuddly or fluffy.” He tugged her into a nearby alley.
“What are you doing?”
“I think a certain impertinent witch needs to be spanked.”
Hermione’s protest was cut off when he made her bend over a crate in the alley. She shivered when her robes were shoved up, exposing her scantily clad bum.
Remus paused to admire the view. She had a fine arse and he wanted to memorize the twin globes of pale flesh for later. He brought his hand down hard, making her gasp and wriggle.
“Anyone can see us, not to mention it’s cold.”
“I cast a Disillusionment charm on us.” He swatted the other pale cheek and admired his rosy handprint.
“That stings.”
“This is the point of punishment. Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Remus Lupin!” Her attempt to sound outraged ended on a giggle.
He took that as a sign of consent and bent forward, kissing first one cheek then the other. The temptation was too much to resist and he also gave her a sharp nip on her buttock. Remus stepped closer and rubbed his hard crotch against her.
“I want you, right here and now.”
“Oh my,” she wriggled a bit. “So I can feel.”
He moved her knickers aside and stroked her petal soft flesh with one finger. Remus heard her sigh and continued to gently touch her.
“Crate or wall?” He throatily whispered. “One or the other, but I need to be in you right now.”
“Neither. I am not the type to casually shag in an alley.” She glared over her shoulder at him. “Let me up, right now.”
He reluctantly stepped back and turned away while she stood and straightened her robes. “What on earth has possessed you?”
“You have.”
“Nonsense,” she tugged on his hand and led him from the alley.
He waited until they were far from the alley before he removed the Disillusionment charm. “I believe I owe you an apology.”
“I believe we will remain silent on this matter until we are in my quarters.”
She had a waspish tone in her voice that made him think he was going to be ripped into once they were alone. He wisely kept quiet on the long walk up to the castle.
They made it to her quarters without being stopped. Remus was fairly certain Hermione’s forbidding expression had something to do with how swiftly students found other places to be instead of in the corridors they traveled.
Upon entering Hermione’s private quarters, he had a brief impression of a room filled with books. The door slammed shut and Remus found himself pressed to the wall while Hermione Granger snogged him breathless.
The package of chocolates fell to the floor. He had a moment to wonder when she’d picked it up in the alley, then her hands were pulling at his clothing. Remus decided maybe he wasn’t in trouble after all. Putting his arms around her, he turned and soon had her pressed to the door. They tore the necessary clothing out of the way.
It was no surprise when she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Remus thrust his hips, seeking the correct angle and was soon sheathed in her tight heat.
“How long has it been?” he whispered.
“Too long,” she growled while trying to ride him.
He kept her pinned to the door and eased partially out. The slow movement made her half scream in frustration.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Remus J. Lupin!”
His mother had not raised a fool; Remus obeyed Hermione’s order with enthusiasm and pleasure. The door rattled with the force of his thrusts and she clawed at his shoulders. Their frenzied mating was over all too soon.
“Meant the first time to last longer than that,” he sheepishly grinned at her.
“I had to have it. It was far too tempting to risk frostbite and being caught by students. If we ever do have alley sex, it will be someplace where the Board of Governors will not hear about it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed her. “You like the idea of alley sex?”
“I think a quick shag in warmer weather might be exciting.”
He watched her pout as he eased his flaccid prick out of her. “I need to recover a bit, then we can play some more.”
“Remus, do you recall that sketch you showed me where I was tied up with my own stockings?”
“Yes.” He held his breath. The day she’d found his sketches was one Remus would never forget. Hermione tsked, told him he had her aureoles wrong and offered to pose for him. “How can I forget the show you put on for me after seeing that image.”
“I know you like watching me, but I want to feel you doing things to me.”
“What sort of things?”
“Wicked things, that make me shudder and scream. Tie me to my bed and make me beg, please?” She nibbled on his jaw.
“Strip nude, wench.” Remus managed to keep from smiling while giving this order. He appreciatively watched as she removed the last of her clothing. “Now undress me, and neatly place our clothing where it belongs. Do not forget to take those chocolates into the bedroom.”
“Yes, Sir,” Hermione bobbed her head in agreement. Her hands caressed and teased, earning her a swat on the buttocks.
“I did not say you could take liberties with my person.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
Remus wanted to laugh when she mock pouted at him. They were going to have a fine game this afternoon. He followed her to the bedroom. Leaning against the door, he watched her place her clothing in the dirty laundry then set his neatly folded garments on a chair. She made sure his shoes were under the chair and set the box of candy on her bed.
“Clean stockings, not the ones you wore today.”
“Oops, sorry.” Hermione tossed her stockings into the laundry before getting out a fresh pair. She approached Remus, offering the silky fabric to him.
“On your knees.”
She obeyed, raising up her hands to offer him the hosiery.
Remus silently took the fabric and sniffed them appreciatively. “Crawl over to the bed.”
Hermione placed her hands on the floor and began to crawl as ordered. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled when she saw he was following her.
“Yes, you are doing very well. I’ve always thought you the brightest witch of your age.” He gave her an affectionate pat. “On the bed diagonally with your hands near a bedpost and over your head. Just like that sketch.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hermione’s voice trembled as she obeyed him.
Remus could smell her arousal. He tied her hands together then attached them to the bed post. The box of chocolates was opened and he selected one with care. Biting into it, he leaned over and allowed the liqueur from its center to drip on her breast. Remus kissed her, feeding her the morsel of candy while they kissed.
“Um, thank you, Sir,” she purred.
“I think you will like this game very much.” Remus chose another one and repeated the process, putting the liqueur on her nipples this time. He watched her writhe when he dripped liqueur into her navel.
“P-please,” she gasped.
“Please what?”
“That tickles.” Hermione wriggled a bit more, spreading her legs in silent invitation.
“When did you have this done?” He traced a finger over her bare pubic area.
“I went to a spa last night.”
“Next time, I want to watch.” He lightly pinched her inner thigh.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled.
Remus eased onto the bed and began to lip and nibble on her body. He took his time with his explorations, pausing to lap up every drop of the chocolate liqueur from Hermione.
Part of the fun was finding each place she was ticklish, and those places that made his ‘victim’ beg for more. Remus liked her scent, and rubbed his cheek along the soft flesh under her breasts. He worked his way down one side then up the other, pausing to suck, nip or lick at her ankles, knees, hips, collar bones and finally dipping his tongue into her navel.
She bucked and writhed, spreading her legs further apart and pleading with him.
“What do you want little one?”
“Remus, please, stop teasing.”
“Ah, but you wanted me to do wicked things to with you.” He pinched a nipple, tugging and twisting just enough to hurt but yet remain pleasurable.
“Put that in your mouth and suck on it!”
Remus chuckled. “Hermione, you are in no position to give orders.” He moved over and patted her hip. “On your stomach, my sweet.”
She reluctantly obeyed him. He lightly slapped one cheek, then the other.
“Mm, feels nice. REMUS.” Her shocked squeal of indignation did make him laugh.
“Hermione, you need to count each time I strike you and thank me for it, or I will start over.”
“Start over with the chocolates?”
“No, with the spanking.” He gave her a sharp slap, making one cheek a nice rosy color.
“One, thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He smacked her again.
“Two, thank you, Sir.”
The third strike was lower, the fourth was higher. He alternated the strength he used along with the locations for each spank. When they reached ten, her bum was a wonderful shade of red. He stroked her tender flesh.
“Now, who is in charge?”
“You are, Sir.”
He could hear the pout in her voice. Remus straddled her and leaned over. He began to place gentle kisses along her shoulders. This time he worked his way down the center of her body, pausing to gift each cheek with soft caresses along with the kisses. When he eased to one side, she did not complain. Instead, Hermione began to thank him for his nips, licks and caresses.
Remus fondled her left foot. He massaged the sole, and toes, watching to see how she reacted. Hermione’s body seemed to go limp. When he switched to the other foot, she spread her legs slightly, in silent invitation.
“Roll onto your back,” he ordered.
She was quick to obey and cried out when he placed her legs over his shoulders, making her bend her knees. Remus buried his face between her legs and began to feast on her petal soft flesh. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris before sucking on it. His strong hands cupped her bum, holding her still while he rubbed a stubbled cheek against her thighs and tongue fucked her.
Hermione’s soft mewls were changing into cries for mercy when Remus knelt between her legs, keeping them draped over his shoulders. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance and smirked at her whimpering for more.
“More what?”
“More of you, please, Remus. I need to feel you in me.” She mewled at another gentle nudge. “Please, Sir.”
“Since you asked so nicely…” He shoved his cock deep into her, bending her legs so that she was folded in half.
“Oh, yes! Thank you, yes. More, yes there!”
Remus varied his pace, riding her hard and fast then slowing down, using just the tip of his cock to tease her. He rocked his hips, moving in rhythms that pleased both of them. When he knelt with her legs over his shoulders and continued to shag her, he moved one hand so that he could tease her clit while he rode her.
Watching Hermione come undone was a thing of beauty. She was so prim and proper, so incredibly intelligent and like a she cat in heat when she came. Remus thought it was a good thing her hands were bound because the way they clawed at her restraints made him believe she’d rip his back into ribbons.
He lowered her legs, leaned forward and rested on his forearms. His pace was hard and fast. Remus kissed her deeply, barely noticing when Hermione’s legs wrapped around him or her heels dug into his arse. Kissing one breast, he teased the nipple of her other one to a taught peak. He suckled her while also caressing her sides. The entire time, he kept moving his hips, shifting his weight until he found just the right place in her.
Hermione cried out a second time. This climax was accompanied by a series of shudders that brought him over. He rose up and arched his back as he came. Remus remained buried balls deep in her while he caught his breath. She giggled when he blew air lightly across her chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Thought I’d help you cool off,” he teased.
“Umm, that’s what cooling charms are for.”
“Sorry, Lover, my brains are too scrambled to work magic at present.” He eased off her, reaching up to untie her hands.
Hermione stretched, and flexed her arms before bringing them down. She rolled onto her side and lightly caressed his chest.
Remus watched her toy with the curly hair between his nipples and smiled at his lover.
“You look like you are thinking deep thoughts.”
“I am considering how to beg off from my rounds this evening. For some strange reason, I am exhausted.”
“Just tell the Headmistress that a werewolf shagged you brainless and you cannot move from your bed for fear he will leave before you can return the favor.”
Hermione dissolved into helpless giggles. “I can just see Minerva’s expression if I said that.”
“You’re right, she could become jealous and insist upon joining us.”
“Remus, stop making me laugh.” Hermione gasped for breath. “Compromise, I will have supper here with you, fulfill my duties and come back to ride you until you beg for release.”
“This sounds like a very good plan.” Remus kissed her. They might not have the perfect romantic relationship, but dirty limericks and chocolate liqueur were just as good as poetry and hearts. Sometimes, they were even better.