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CHAPTER 19: A Witch’s Cravings







Remus trudged up the stairs with his prize, a sack of tacos from a muggle fast food chain. He supposed he was going to have to sit down with the men below and find out just exactly how he was suppose to keep her happy until the little one came. He was slightly nervous about going back into her bedroom, he was afraid she might attack. Funny, he was a werewolf; his greatest fear had always been attacking someone he loved. Well, at least until he came face to face with his pregnant witch.







When he entered her room, the lamps had been extinguished and the only light came from the sliver of a moon shining through the window. She was asleep. He frowned and placed the bag of food onto the nightstand. How had she fallen asleep so quickly? She was curled in the center of the bed facing him, a pillow tucked under her tummy and another shoved behind her back.







Had he been normal, he would have married her long before. Properly, with a wedding and all the romantic trappings that came with it. She didn’t deserve to wed in her pajamas, pregnant by a broken groom who was forced to the altar by a small army of angry wizards. As quietly as he could, he removed his shoes and tossed the cardigan over the end of the bed. Careful not to wake her, he slid onto the bed beside her and lay down.





The light from the window illuminated the bed, bathing them in a pool of moonlight. It amazed him that his worst enemy could be so beautiful as it reflected off of her skin and hair. She really did look incredibly beautiful pregnant. Of course maybe it was because she was now his wife and that it was his child she carried, that and the fact that he did love her very much. He hoped with everything in him to one day be worthy of her.







“Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to kiss me and tell me that you love me?” She didn’t open her eyes, and a soft smile spread over her lips.





“I have your food.” Remus said quietly as he stroked his fingertips over her cheek. “I didn’t know what you wanted so Ron left and got you tacos.”





“Thank you, but I’m not hungry for tacos.” Her eyes opened slowly to see him lying beside her, his head resting on one folded arm.





“Should I go after something else?” He wanted to make her happy.





“No, I want you to kiss me, and tell me that you love me.” She said.





“Surely you know that I do?” Remus ran his fingers along the side of her neck, pushing her hair back and baring the soft flesh to his gaze.





“You’ve never said it.” She shivered from his feather-light touch drifting over the sensitive skin of her throat. She had been so long without his touch that it felt almost like the first time.





“I do, I love you so very much.” He whispered as his eyes traversed her newly altered figure. Her breasts were fuller and he could see the peaked nipples pressing against the waffled fabric of her thermal shirt. He had watched her walk up the stairs earlier, transfixed by her slightly rounder backside as she climbed.





Hermione reached for the buttons on his shirt and he caught the glitter of her ring in the moonlight. He clasped her hand and stared in amazement at the little band he had given her on the train so many months ago.





“You still have it.”





“I never took it off, didn’t you notice before?” She smiled and began to unbutton his shirt.





“No, I was a bit distracted by your bodyguards and their desire to see me wed or neutered.” He turned it on her finger, watching the moonlight catch the little stones embedded in the gold. “It was my mothers.” She slid her hands into his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw that he too had kept the band she had given him. It was nestled into the tawny hair on his chest, hanging from a black leather cord around his neck.





“I hadn’t intended to give this to you as a farce you know.” She picked it up and held it to the light. “I stumbled across it in Diagon Ally shortly after I realized my feelings for you and bought it on a whim, thinking that one day perhaps I would give it to you on our wedding day.”





“I didn’t notice the inscription until several months later when I removed it on the full moon. I couldn’t bear to wear it on my hand any longer as I missed you so much. But I couldn’t bear to not have it near me either, so I wore it around my neck so it was close to my heart.” The light caught the inscription “Love overcomes”. Hermione pulled it from around his neck and removed it from the cord. She slid it back onto his finger where it belonged and kissed the cold metal softly.





“Now, you still haven’t kissed me Remus, don’t make me beg.” She tugged the pillow from between them that had been supporting her belly and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Remus moved closer to her and lowered his head. He kissed her so softly she wondered if she had actually felt the touch of his lips or not. His lips moved so slowly over hers, as though he were learning their feel for the first time. Hermione whimpered against his mouth in relief when he finally deepened the kiss and his tongue came out to taste and play with hers.





Her fingers were threaded tightly into his hair as she pulled him closer, pressing her lips hard against his. She tossed her leg over his and pushed him onto his back as she came over him. She sat up and stared down at her newly acquired husband, her bottom resting on his thighs. She reached onto the nightstand for her wand and with a naughty smile and a flick of her wrist; their clothes vanished from their bodies only to reappear, folded neatly on a chair across the room.





“Impatient?” He asked. He was stunned by her naked form, full with the child he had helped create. He probably should have felt odd about being so turned on by her, but she was the embodiment of the goddess in that moment. Love, motherhood, fertility all bathed in the light of the moon.





“It’s been a long time without you Remus.” She whispered, chewing softly on her lower lip. He sat up and pushed back against the headboard. His hands slid up her thighs, exploring the soft flesh he remembered so well. How many nights had he lain awake and thought of her like this, naked and trembling beneath his touch? He had never thought to touch her again. She shifted over his lap, leaning forward slightly to brace herself against the headboard as she lowered her hips and took him inside her.





Her forward leaning position put her at just the right angle for his mouth to feast on her full, round breasts. He licked and sucked at the darkened, turgid peaks as she impaled herself fully on his cock. She was so wet that he slid in easily. She wasted no time, took no moment to reacquaint herself with the feel of him inside her. She needed him, needed the release that she knew only he could provide her. He was careful not to thrust to hard into her as she rocked her body over his, sliding his cock in and out of her body with every rise and fall of her hips.





He watched her face as she took his body with hers. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. The ends of her hair danced over his thighs, tickling slightly, and her nails were biting into his shoulders as her movements became more frenzied and forceful. Her soft cries and low moans were becoming louder as she approached her orgasm. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down as he opened his mouth over hers and began to thrust up into her in earnest.





Hermione’s scream of release was muffled against his mouth, but still loud enough that Remus would have flinched had he not been so utterly lost in the throes of his own wrenching orgasm. He kissed her over and over again, his hands stroking over her back and hips in slow circles as he pressed her closer. If he could pull her inside him he would, he needed her that close to him.





They rested that way for several long moments until their child kicked out, not caring much for the pressure against him. Remus shifted her to the mattress, helping her roll onto her side facing away from him. He settled in behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his hands lying against her stomach.





“I love you, and if you ever leave me again Remus, I will let Severus have you all to himself.” She mumbled sleepily.





“Now that’s a scary thought. I won’t leave you. I wouldn’t survive it a second time.” He whispered as he kissed the top of her head and drifted off to sleep with his wife in his arms.