Flight of the Imagination

Startled at the feel of soft lips upon hers, she opened her eyes to find Remus gazing upon her. She instinctively reached for the blanket by her side, though a strong hand grabbed her wrist lightly as she did so, preventing her from covering her nude form. She was lying more on her side now, and he guided her hand to the curve of her hip where he rested it gently, running his fingers over the back of her hand lightly before bringing his own hand back to rest on the bed where he sat next to her. Her heart was beating so loudly that she could hear it in her ears and she looked everywhere but at him. Mere seconds had gone by, yet it felt like a lifetime to her. A moment ago, she had been imagining, as she had been for some time now, not just any man making love to her, not her husband making love to her. She had been imagining this man, their friend, Remus, Remus who now sat next to her, on the bed she shared with her husband, Remus who had most likely not only heard her cry his name out, but had probably seen, watched as she brought herself sweet, albeit, brief release from the loneliness of her days without James. She thought she should say something, should make him leave. She knew she should feel embarrassed or perhaps ashamed and yet the only thing she felt was the warmth radiating off of this man, and she yearned to feel more of it.


“Remus, I…” Lily started.

He brought his thumb up to her lips, hushing her mid-thought and caressing her lips with it before moving his hand down to cup her chin, forcing her gaze upon his. The room simply reeked of arousal and of her sweet musky scent and it was all he could do not to pin her to the bed and take her, taste her as he had thought to so many times before.


“Hush,” he whispered while moving his gaze slowly down her body and back up again, making a mental imprint of the still heaving breasts, the softly rounded curve of her belly and the moist ringlets of hair that lay nestled between her thighs. “You are a sight to be seen, my dear Lily.”

He moved his hand from her chin and down to her shoulders, pushing her thick red hair aside causing it to cascade down her back. From there, he ran his fingers lightly down her arm, delighting in the goose bumps he caused in the process. He continued his whisper-light touch down to her hips where he again rested his hand, feeling her skin warm beneath his touch. He brought his attention to her face once more, to her eyes where he found her looking intently back at him.


“Your skin feels soft, warm…perfect,” he said softly, “just as I always imagined.”


“Have you imagined, Remus?” she asked and closed her eyes to drink in the picture of him laying alone under the cover of night, and of what he might be doing all by himself while thinking of her.

He leaned in closer to her, close enough that she did not need to open her eyes to know he was there. She could feel his breath, hot on her cheek.

“Yes,” came his reply. “Oh yes, I have. Far too many times, I have imagined what your bare skin might feel like under my hands, or what your lips might taste like against mine.”

He ran his fingers back up the outline of her body, stopping at her shoulder where he pushed slightly so that she lay on her back once again, on the bed. He leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “Tell me, what did you imagine? Tell me Lily, and I will make it so.”

She brought her hands up to the back of his head to thread her fingers into his hair before forcing his lips down harder upon hers. His lips felt soft and full against hers. She parted her own slightly and granted him complete access to her waiting mouth. She felt velvet slide past her lips where he deepened the slow, warm kiss by encircling his tongue around hers, leaving his spicy smell and taste of cinnamon dancing around her, further inflaming her desire.


With her lips still to his, she untangled her fingers from his hair and brought them down to his shoulders where first, she pulled off his ever present, shabby grey sweater, then fumbled to unbutton his shirt to the waist, their slow languid kisses becoming more urgent and frenzied with each button undone. She finally reached the last one and slid the shirt off of his lean frame. In the process, she had sat halfway up and he now took the opportunity to lay her back down on the bed where she promptly guided his body to lay on top of hers. She pulled her lips away from his and looked up into his eyes.


“This is what I imagined,” she said as she pushed a stray lock of hair from his eyes, remembering how she had long desired to feel the weight of his body upon hers, and how she always loved the untidy way his hair would fall over his eye.

He lowered his lips to hers once more, concentrating for some time on pulling her bottom lip into his mouth, tasting the desire that lingered on her, smelling the anticipation grow stronger and stronger. The pheromones coming off of her, coating her body in a light rosy sheen of desire started to coax the werewolf reflexes out of him. He traced his lips down her neck and towards her ear, where he nipped at the soft flesh of her earlobe, causing her breath to hitch in her throat which prompted him to lay the full weight of his body upon her as he pressed himself up against her hips.

She could feel his arousal pressing hard against her, and the thought that she would soon feel him inside of her crossed her mind and both frightened and excited her. She had not been with anyone but James, save for one night long ago with Severus, and she knew that to want this so badly, to want to feel that heat between her legs, to want to see him hovering above her, to want to make him shudder with desire and have him do the same in turn to her, was wrong. She knew she should not do this to James, knew that they should not do this to James, or to each other for that matter, but all she knew now, all that mattered to her now was that want, want that grew with each touch of his lips to her skin and with each uneven breath that left his throat.

Remus felt as if he were in a dream, a dream from which he was afraid he would wake up, would find that this beautiful woman who lay underneath him now would disappear, and he would be left alone yet again. He had no thoughts of James, no thoughts of how he would, how they would deal with this later. His only thoughts were of Lily, and of how he was at the brink of his own control, control that he would not be able to contain much longer. He lifted his weight off of her and continued his assault of kisses down to her breasts.


“You are beautiful,” he said hoarsely before bringing his hand up to cup her breast and his mouth down to suck on her erect nipple. He could feel her heart beating in her chest and saw her close her eyes as he lifted his mouth off of one nipple and on to the other. Her mouth was open, formed in a small, silent “oh” as he moved his kisses further still down her body.

“I want to taste you, Lily,” he said as he moved off of the bed and pulled her body forward until she was positioned at the edge. He dropped to his knees, placing her legs over his shoulders and drinking in the musky scent of her all around him.

“You smell so sweet,” he said to her before kissing the insides of her thighs, causing her to tremble in anticipation of something she had yet to experience. James was a good lover, though more of a taker than a giver in this area, and this was not something he ever showed interest in. Remus however, seemed the type of chap who lived for this sort of thing, to bring a woman utmost pleasure with nothing more than sweet words and an even sweeter tongue.

He wanted to taste her, to feel her body convulse under his touch, to hear his name slide past those lips as badly as she wanted him to do this. He continued his slow pace of teasing her, nipping at the insides of her thighs and brushing his lips painfully lightly up against her until she could take it no more.


“Remus. Gods Remus. Please,” she whimpered, the sound of the desire in her voice like music to his ears.

“Say it again, Lily,” he asked of her. “Say my name again.”

She lifted her head up and peered down at him, this man kneeling between her legs, making her quiver and beg for mercy, and said his name again. “Remus.”

She tried to say it once more, and as he darted his tongue out to probe the delicate folds of her skin some unintelligible word did leave her lips, but whatever it started out as ended in a low, muffled moan at the warm, amazing contact. She saw stars behind her closed eyes and soon felt an incredible, warm sensation start to take over her body.

Remus continued with his probing, gently licking and sucking on her clit until he felt her tense up beneath him. He took his lips away from her for a moment and let her catch her breath before thrusting his hands under her bottom and diving back in with full force, letting his whole mouth cover her, causing her to erupt in orgasm, moaning his name and begging to the Gods the whole while.