Heat

CHAPTER 11: Research





Hermione found herself smiling at odd moments throughout the day as she thought about Remus. He had been in the cellar most of the day, preparing the space for the next night’s full moon, leaving Hermione to her research. It was close to dinner time when he returned. He stepped into the cottage and looked over at her, curled up on the end of the tiny loveseat with a book in her hand. She looked up and their eyes met. For the first time since he had slipped out of bed that morning he smiled at her and her stomach tightened sharply, almost making her nauseous.





“All set?” She asked, somewhat breathlessly.





“Yes, what are you reading?” He asked, making his way across the room to sit on the cushion beside her





“A book on wolf breeding.” She said with a smirk. Remus blushed and pulled the book from her hands, reading the section she had just completed. “Is it true?” She asked.





“Is what true?” He asked, thumbing through the book.





“That a male wolf locks inside his mate…..and is it the same for werewolves?” Remus glanced over at her, clearly not comfortable with the topic of conversation, but after the mornings activities he figured she should know just what a sexual relationship with him entailed. He closed the book and laid it on his lap.





“Yes, it’s true, and yes, it is the same for werewolves.” He watched her purse her lips and nod her head slowly. “Usually it only occurs when the female is in heat, ovulating. It’s a way of ensuring that she conceives.”





“So have you….”





“No.” He wouldn’t go into the details of his limited sexual past.





“Can I see it?” She asked.





“See what?”







“You know….” She gestured towards his lap.







“No, you can not see it! I can’t believe you asked!” Remus tossed the book onto the side table.





“I’m curious is all; I didn’t feel anything unusual this morning.”





“Because you aren’t ovulating.” He said, wishing he had never asked her what she was reading in the first place.





“How do you know that?” She asked. “I’m mid cycle, so I could be.”





“No, it’s over already. Your scent is different….” He cleared his throat and looked out the window.





“So you can smell when I’m fertile?” She said. “Should I be self conscious that you are so aware of my scent?”



Remus chuckled softly.





“No. It’s a sweet scent, I can’t explain it. When you are excited, it turns sort of spicy…..” He trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. “like now.”





Hermione smiled and bit into her lower lip as she moved from her seat and into his lap. She threaded her fingers through his hair and lowered her head. She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, smiling when he gasped softly. His short, neatly manicured mustache tickled slightly when she pressed her wet lips to his. His hands were resting on her hips and sliding down to her thighs where the skirt of her cotton sundress was bunched. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. She was pressing her breasts into his chest as she pushed down with her hips, desperately craving the press of him between her legs.





Remus slid his hands along the soft flesh of her thighs, pushing the skirt higher and out of his way. He grunted softly against her lips when his fingers discovered only more, soft flesh with nothing impeding his caress. He clasped her round bottom in his hands and shifted her, laying her back onto the cushions and pulling back from the kiss. She tried to pull him back, unwilling to give up the taste of his kiss.





“Shhh, calm down, I’m not leaving you…” His lips pressed into her cheek, the soft line of her jaw and down along her throat. He scraped his teeth gently over the softly throbbing pulse at the base of her neck. Hermione arched beneath him, her hands fisting in the soft cotton of his shirt. He tugged at the stretchy knit fabric of the dress, pulling the shoulder straps down and off of her shoulders as he nibbled his way across her collar bones.





Hermione tugged her arms free from the confining straps and Remus tugged the front of her dress down, baring her breasts.



“So pretty.” He said softly, cupping her in his hand and lowering his head to stroke his tongue over and around one pouting nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and she cried out, her fingers biting into his shoulders. He released her flesh and watched as the wet bud puckered before moving to the other breast and sucking hard upon the tender flesh.





“Remus!” He was tugging the skirt of the dress higher to bunch it around her waist and sliding to his knees on the floor. His lips and tongue created a wet path from breast to navel where he circled the little indention with the tip of his tongue and dipped it inside before sliding lower. He pulled back and blew softly through the brown curls. Hermione was biting her lower lip, nervous and anxious at the same time as she watched him.







He slid his hands along her thighs, pushing them wide apart so he could look at her. He used his thumb and index finger to gently part the folds of her sex. She was swollen; the delicate pink flesh was almost red with her arousal. Slick fluid coated her aroused flesh and trickled down the seam of her bottom. He raked his thumb nail across the turgid little nub at the top and she almost bucked off the couch. He pinched it between his fingers, tweaking it gently and listening to the hoarse moan that left her mouth.





“I bet you taste so damned sweet.” He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her. He swiped his tongue between her folds in long slow licks and then flicked it rapidly over the swollen clitoris. Remus moved lower, pressing his tongue into the slick entrance and tasting her more fully. She was whimpering loudly, her hips writhing and thrusting harder against his mouth. He replaced his tongue with one finger, and then another as he curled them up, pressing into the spot inside her that brought a soft scream to her lips. He honed in on her clit, sucking and licking, grazing it gently with his teeth. He continued to pump his fingers into her, making certain to stroke and press against that sweet spot inside her. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders and her fingers pulled roughly at his hair. Her cry was incoherent, but loud and long as she came in a rush of heat. The walls of her sex clenched and rippled, sucking at his fingers as he continued to lick and suck at her flesh. When she couldn’t bear anymore, she pushed his head away from her gently as she shuddered and whimpered softly. Remus laid his head on her thigh, reaching up to tug the skirt of her dress back down to shield her as she recovered.





He was hard, throbbing almost painfully, but would not risk taking her so close to the full moon. He would not hurt her for anything. She reached for his shoulders, pulling him up and over her, holding him close against her.





“Remus?” She said his name softly as she stroked his hair. “Aren’t you going to…?”





“Not just yet. There is no rush, we have all the time in the world for that…..but it will be soon.” He sat up and pulled her upright, helping her back into her dress completely. She was still shivering slightly when he reclined back on the sofa and tugged her into his arms.





“My god Remus….you certainly aren’t the mild mannered professor you appear to be are you?” She asked on a sigh as she snuggled into his chest. Remus just chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head.