What Have I Done?

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Larentia wasted no time in returning to her own quarters after her argument with Snape. She nearly chuckled at that description. Argument? Is that what they’re calling dallying in a coworker’s office now? Hardly. Dear Merlin, what had she done?

Offering the password of “Lavender Dreams” to the portrait standing guard over her rooms, she entered quickly, hoping beyond hope that Remus wasn’t inside. Luck was on her side and her rooms were empty. She rushed to her bathroom, praying that a long bath and concealment charms on her bruises would hide her earlier infidelity.

Tapping the faucets circling the large tub, she disrobed, tossing her charmed, but still soiled robe into the cleaning bin where they promptly disappeared. The mirror behind the tub proved to her that no charms could conceal what had happened. She was glowing like a witch who’d just had a most satisfying tumble. Her lips were swollen and a deeper red than usual. Her waist bore bruises from the branding of his fingers. Her neck, when she pulled her hair back, had a distinctive bite mark. Merciful Heavens, if Remus got within ten feet of her he’d know.

She slithered into the tub, casting concealment charms on her waist, hips and neck as the warm water engulfed her deliciously tired muscles. She could hardly believe that she’d ended up fucking Severus Bloody Snape in his office. What was she thinking? She hadn’t been thinking of course, at least not rational thoughts. No, she was thinking of how he always smelled of sandalwood and caldrons. How he could turn her knees to jelly with a simple look or one of his trademark sneering comments. She lay her head back against the rim of the tub and remembered how Remus had teased her about her attraction to the bat-like Potions Master.

“Miss Dorrington, are you saying that you find vampires enchanting? Or is it the sneering that turns you to mush?” Remus’ voice teased, as his hands slid through her hair.

“I already regret telling you, you know that, don’t you?” She’d teased back, kissing his neck and inhaling his earthy smell.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she recalled how the teasing had led to them making love on the couch in her quarters. She wasn’t crying just from guilt, but from not having enough guilt over what she’d done. In fact, she’d be hard pressed to promise that it wouldn’t happen again. Already she was rehashing how his lean, hard body felt against her. She loved how he’d manhandled her, branded her with his teeth and fingers. It was so different from what she had with Remus.

“Lazing about in a bath so early?” Remus’ voice broke through her reverie. She jumped, sloshing water out of the tub. “I’m sorry, I startled you.”

He stepped closer, and she had to hold herself still. She hoped that the scented water had washed away Severus’ scent. Remus’ lycanthropy gave him more than excellent sense of scent and she just couldn’t face dealing with a confession right now. His hands fell to her shoulders as she willed herself to act natural. She loved this man, this kind wonderful man.

“Are you alright, love? You seem tense and you’ve been crying. Have a run in with our favorite sour puss?” Her shoulders tensed at his teasing about Severus. “Larentia, is that it, what’s wrong?”

His hands stilled and he looked down at her with concern filled eyes. Dear Sweet Merlin, she was going to destroy him if she told him.

“Nothing’s wrong. I caught Sev-Snape glowering over Harry, Hermione and Ron earlier and had a bit of a brush with him,” if that wasn’t the under exaggeration of the century, “I’m just tired. And I missed you when you weren’t here when I came in from classes.” That’s it, Larentia thought, lay the mush on thick, you twit.

Remus smiled down at her and she considered how she’d spend her eternity in Hellfire. She turned in the bath so she was facing him and ran her hands up his robe. What the Hell, if she was going, she was going to enjoy the trip.

He bent his head to hers and their lips met. Barely brushing his lips against hers, he pulled back, his hands around her neck. “You know the funniest thing about my condition? I could smell him on you before I even entered these rooms.” She gasped as his hands tightened, not cutting off her breath, but showing his strength.

“Remus, I…”She started, but he cut her off with a glance.

“Was it good? Did it stand up to your fantasies?” His eyes weren’t cold, which she found odd, until she realized she was seeing passion.

Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure he really wanted to know what happened. “I, it, um…”

He leaned in and flicked a tongue against her lower lip. “Come now, tell me what it was like. Was he gentle? What am I thinking? Of course the crass bastard wouldn’t be gentle. Did he hurt you?”

She sighed and resigned herself to telling the full story, hoping that the passion wasn’t replaced by an urge for revenge.

“I did catch him taking points away from Harry and the others. I just couldn’t stand watching him acting so smug, so I questioned him in front of them. Of course, that went over well,” she smiled, remembering the withering look Severus gave her. Her hands started unbuttoning Remus’ robes.

“He ordered me into his office and gave me a fairly long winded explanation about why I’m in no position to question him about anything and to be honest I’d had enough.” Her fingers found skin and Remus sighed above her.

“I went off on him, love. I simply vented and turned to leave when his hands were on me. His lips were so hungry and his hands were hard and dug into my skin. I begged for him to take me, Remus, I begged.” Her fingernails scraped his nipples on her way to push his robes off his shoulders.

“He wasn’t gentle. He did hurt me, but it was the most exquisite hurt I’ve ever felt. I concealed the bruises and bite, would you like me to remove the enchantment so you can see how he branded me?” She leaned forward and licked at his hard nipple. Her voice sounded so husky from desire looking up she could see that it was having a desired effect on Remus as well.

His hands moved to her arms and he hoisted her out of the water. “Show me, I want to see his fingerprints on your skin.”

Summoning her wand, she whispered the counter to the concealment charm. The bruises were deepening now, a violent purple against her pale skin. Her neck tingled where he’d bitten her. Remus’ eyes burned into her skin, taking in the bruising and the bite. He tugged her hard against him and slammed his mouth down on hers instead of his normal sweet, slow kisses. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her and tasting Severus on her tongue.

Her hands trailed to his waist and worked at unbuckling his trousers. His hands met hers and stopped her from continuing. Larentia looked up at him and Remus smiled bending to lift her into his arms. He carried her to the bed chamber and tossed her wet body onto the four poster bed. She watched as he tore his remaining clothes from his body. He slid onto the foot of the bed, looking down at her.

“You begged him for it,” Remus said, sliding his hand along her calf. “Begged him to fuck you.” He lowered his head and kissed her ankle.

His mouth was warm and soft against her air cooled skin. Remus flicked his tongue out, licking up her inner calf.

“Oh Remus,” she moaned as his lips slid higher up her leg. He stopped and looked up, eyes heavy lidded with lust. She bit down on her lower lip and arched her back offering herself to him.

“Now, now, love. You begged him, remember?” Remus teased, before landing a bite on her inner thigh. She moaned louder and reached down to slide her fingers into his hair. He licked where he’d bitten and skipping over her wet offering landed a kiss on her right inner thigh.

“Please, Remus, please.” She whimpered, her hips arching.
“Please what, Larentia? Please stop?” He asked, nipping at her knee.

Her hands tightened in his hair and as she pushed at his head, she pleaded. “Taste me, Remus, please.”

Smiling in an uncharacteristic smug way, Remus shifted until his face hovered over her dampness. He made a show of licking his lips before lowering his head to flick his tongue lightly against her swollen lips. Her hips bucked, and his hands went to her waist to hold her still. His tongue tunneled deeper, tasting her before he focused his attention on her clit. Sucking and licking, he felt her body tense and heard her cries above him. She rocked her hips against his tantalizing mouth. Her vocal abilities dwindled to allow only his name and random moaning to escape.

Her hands twisted in his hair, pulling as her orgasm coursed through her. She held his mouth to her, rocking against his lips and tongue as the aftershocks slowed to a hum. Her hands loosened their grip and she slumped back on the bed.

Remus raised himself up and looked down at his beloved stretched out like a pussy cat. Licking his lips, he leaned down to kiss her, sharing her taste with her. Their tongues teased as her hands found new strength and slid down his back to cradle his backside.

She shifted, raising up and pushing on his chest to get him to lie back on the pillows. Larentia kissed him again, sliding her body over to straddle his stomach. She slowly kissed her way down his neck, stopping to lick and nip at the curve joining neck to shoulder. He sighed contently as her lips and tongue worked down his chest and she moved her body lower. For one blissful moment her heat slid over his hard length, but then she moved lower, her stomach and breasts taking place of that warm welcome. Her mouth found him, sucking the swollen head into a second hot cavern. He fought to lay still, wanting to feel her mouth around him.

“Did you do this to him? Did you use your talented cock-sucking mouth on his hard cock?” Remus’ explicit talking was new, but it managed to make them both hotter. Soon his swollen head was bouncing off the back of her throat as her teeth grazed the shaft. His hands found the back of her head and he held her in place as his hips thrust up to her hungry mouth. He stopped as he felt the first pre-cum ooze from his slit. Her tongue flicked, licking it up as he pulled from her mouth.

Remus moved from beneath her, but stilled her when she moved to lay down. He moved behind her, his hands cupping her hips. On her knees she presented him with a most pleasing sight, her wet lips glistening and offering him a warm sheath for his hardness. Leaning into her, he pressed himself into her opening. He curved over her, sucking on the back of her neck before he surged forward burying himself to the hilt. She arched back, rolling her hips as he filled her. His fingers dug into her already bruised hips as he thrust harder and quicker into her. One hand slithered up to cup her breast and tweak her nipple as he moved faster toward his orgasm. Her hand slid down to feel their joining bodies.
“Was it hard like this, or did he fuck you while looking into your eyes?” Remus moaned, as his pre-cum oozed from him. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against her neck as he came. She clenched her inner muscles around him, holding his pulsing length as her own orgasm rolled over her.

They fell forward, her face down on the pillows as Remus’ weight pressed down on her. Their breathing slowly regulated as they lay connected still. He rolled over sliding from her body and bringing her to lay in the crook of his arm. Remus kissed her cheek and as they lay together.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Larentia whispered, the guilt washing over her anew.

Remus sighed, holding her closer. “I know, love, I know. But can you say it ended badly? In fact, I’m anticipating it happening again.”