Everything I Ever Wanted

Some sex in this chapter! Enjoy and Review!!!



Billie disappeared after dinner with Mr Filtch, who wanted to show her the mess Peeves the poltergeist had made in one of the classrooms. She asked Remus if he’d mind going on up to her office to wait for her, and gave him the password: ‘Chocolate frogs’



Remus was apprehensive as walked up the winding staircase that led to the Head’s office, but he smiled when he saw the room: it was as disorganised as it had been that morning. She obviously wasn’t a neat freak like Minerva had been. Sitting down on the chair he’d sat in earlier that day, he noticed his proposal on the table next to him. He picked it up, and saw his staff profile under it.



He frowned. She’d been reading about him? He picked up the file and opened it, seeing the information that had been gathered about him.

‘Well, she knows I’m a werewolf,’ he thought, seeing the facts about his condition in black and white.

A feeling of hopefulness bubbled up in his chest. ‘She knows what I am, and she still flirted with me tonight,’ he thought with a smile.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he hastily replaced the file and parchment, standing as she entered the office.



‘Oh, hi!’ she said, distractedly. ‘I’ll just be a minute.’ She ran up the stone stairs behind her desk quickly, and emerged a couple of minutes later in a tight t-shirt and a black flared skirt that stopped just above her knees, giving him his first view of what looked like rather fabulous legs. Remus had a brief but arousing vision of those legs wrapped around him, before she flopped into the chair he’d just vacated.

‘Better!’ she exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘It’s too damn confining to wear robes.’

She eyed him, saying, ‘You can take them off if you like. Assuming of course, you have something on underneath.’ She crossed her legs, the skirt riding up her thighs a little.

She grinned cheekily, and he felt himself getting hard for the second time that night.



‘I’m fine,’ he mumbled, flushing a little as he sat down in the seat next to her. Billie reached for his proposal, holding it as her grin faded.

‘I read this. It‘s good,’ she said, sitting up straighter in the chair and looking at him. ‘You love your job, don’t you?’



Remus looked at her, surprised by her question. ‘I do,’ he said honestly. She nodded, and sat back, watching him thoughtfully.

‘I could tell,’ she told him. ‘You wrote passionately about what you needed and why, and what benefits it would have to the school and the students. You didn’t ask for anything you couldn’t completely justify, and you were matter of fact - you didn’t try to suck up to me to get what you wanted.’



He smiled, and so did she, leaning over and putting the sheaf of paper on the small table next to her. ‘Which is why I’ve decided to approve the extra funding.’

His smile widened even as she hastily added, ‘On one condition….I’m going to sit in on some lessons. Just so I can be satisfied that the department really does need everything on the list.’



Remus nodded. ‘That’s fine,’ he said, knowing he’d not asked for anything that wasn’t desperately needed. ‘Thank you.’ He held out his hand and she took it, shaking it with a smile.

‘There is something else,’ she said, reluctantly taking her hand back. She picked up the file, and Remus felt himself tensing.



‘Obviously, I’ve read the staff files on all the teachers’,’ she began, looking at her hands as she flicked a corner of paper nervously. Was she about to make a mistake telling him this?

He could see she was trying to make up her mind about something, and decided to just get it out there.

‘You know about my condition. You should also know I take the Wolfsbane potion every night in the weeks before the full moon, and that I am locked in a secure room when the transformation occurs. With the potion, I keep my mind - I’m not a danger to anyone.’



She held up her hand, halting his words. ‘I know,’ she said. ‘I am aware of the effects of the potion. I know that, in that condition, you are harmless.’ She looked up at him having made a decision.

‘Unfortunately, it’s not me who has the problem with your condition, Remus,’ she said.

A little tremor ran through him at the sound of her voice saying his name, but he ignored it, for the moment much more interested in what she was telling him.

‘The board have agreed to give me a lot of rope this year,’ she said, startling him by standing suddenly, and beginning to pace, throwing his file on her desk. ‘But their one condition was that I find a reason, any reason - real or not, to get rid of you. I told them I won’t be party to sacking a man because of an illness, but….. They’ve given me a month or two to gather a convincing argument together in favour of keeping you on; proof that you are of no danger to anyone. ’



She looked over at him and could see he wasn’t surprised by the news. ‘I can’t say it’s a shock,’ he said, with a sigh, as he also stood.

‘Minerva McGonagall fought tooth and nail to get me this position and to keep me in it. She taught me when I was at school here. She knows me well, and understands how manageable the condition can be.’ He looked at her. She had stopped pacing and was standing near her desk watching him. He walked closer.

‘I don’t expect you to fight for me as she did, Billie,’ he said, looking directly into her eyes. ‘You don’t know me. But I would appreciate a chance to show you that there is more to me than what I become once a month.’



He wasn’t sure if he was still talking about his teaching skills, and could see that she wondered the same. Remus fought the urge to grab hold of her and show her exactly what he was capable of doing, clenching his fists tight against his side. Billie frowned for a second, then quickly took a step forward, reached up and held his face as she kissed him on the lips.



Remus was in shock, but didn’t have time to recover as she pulled away nearly immediately, a stunned look on her face as she stared at him.

‘Shit!’ she said, softly, running a hand through her hair and frowning. ‘I’m sorry. God, I’ve always had poor impulse control but this is ridiculous.’

He was still staring at her, and she felt herself flushing. ‘That was incredibly inappropriate, Remus,’ she said. ‘I’m your boss and no matter how attracted to you I am, I took advantage……’



She didn’t have time to finish her sentence as his lips came down hard on hers, his hands on her head as he kissed her. Billie didn’t stop to think, letting the flood of heat that rushed through her at the touch of his mouth take over. When his lips parted, she responded, and soon they were kissing heatedly, their hands holding each others faces close. When Remus felt her teeth graze his lip, he groaned; hearing her copy him as his tongue flicked at hers.



He felt her hands move and begin to pull at his robes. He reached around to his chest and hastily undid them, feeling her push them off his shoulders. His hands seemed to act of their own accord, moving to the hem of her shirt and grasping it. Remus broke their kiss long enough to pull the shirt off over her head, then he returned to her mouth, marvelling at how wonderful she tasted, and moaning when she did that thing with her tongue that sent heat straight to his groin.



Billie’s hands made short work of the buttons on his shirt, undoing them quickly and running her hands over his chest. She could feel the scarred skin under her fingers, and as his hands moved to her breasts, she flicked at his nipple, making him suck his breath in sharply.



Her feet were off the ground suddenly, and she grabbed his shoulders as he moved them back to sit her on the edge of her desk, parting her legs so he could get closer, kissing her all the while. His head dropped and she felt his warm lips on her breast, his hand pushing the cup of her bra out of the way. She let out a little cry when his mouth closed over a nipple, one hand moving to his head to hold him there.



Her fingers fumbled with his pants, rubbing up against the hardness she felt as she worked on undoing his fly. Remus groaned against her breast, then moved back to her mouth, plundering it, as his own hands moved up her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist. Reaching under her, he put his thumbs under the sides of her knickers and pulled them off, at the same time as she pushed his pants and underwear down his legs and grasped hold of him, making him swear loudly.



Remus heard her soft laugh against his mouth, and bit her lip not so gently. He heard her gasp, then begin to stroke him as his fingers moved between her legs, finding her heat and pushing into her.

‘God,’ she gasped breathlessly, head rolling onto his shoulder as she lifted her hips, shaking as his thumb brushed over her clit.



Billie cried out and lifted her leg to wrap around his butt, trying to drag him closer. ‘Please, Remus,’ she whispered desperately. Remus too, wanted badly to be inside her, and allowed her to pull him to her, feeling himself press up against her wet heat.



‘Billie, are you sure?’ he asked, not actually certain he could stop now. He pressed against her gently, feeling the tip of him enter her.

‘God, will you stop talking?’ she moaned, lifting her hips, trying to get him to slide into her.

He didn’t make her wait, slamming into her hard, and hearing her cry out.

‘Fuck, she’s tight,’ he thought as he fought for control. He stayed still inside her for a few moments, until he felt her hips rising, then he began to move.



‘This isn’t going to last long,’ he thought, closing his eyes as he tried not to lose it. He remembered his first time at seventeen, and his virgin partner had felt this tight. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her against him as he thrust inside of her, a little more gently this time. Billie moaned in protest, and lifted her other leg, now they were both wrapped around his hips, urging him deeper. He lost hold of his restraint and obliged, bending his knees slightly so he could push deeper inside her with each thrust, hearing her groan approval.



Remus could hear her ragged breathing and, from the way her body was tensing, could tell she was near the end. Knowing he was almost there as well, he slipped his fingers between them, stroking her again, wanting to make sure that she finished before he did. He pushed hard up into her and kissed her neck, sucking the skin into his mouth roughly.



Billie cried out loudly, and he felt her body tightening around him, shudders shaking her as her fingernails dug into his shoulders. The feel of her body pulling at him sent him over the edge as well, slamming into her once more before his own release shook him, making him groan into her neck, still holding her hips tight to him.



The only sound in the room was their tortured breathing, as they both clung to each other. As reality began to crack through their hazy minds, the realisation of what they’d just done sank in. Remus pulled away from her first, his face concerned and feeling a little ashamed of the out of character way in which he’d just behaved.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked, knowing he hadn’t been gentle.



Billie smiled and nodded at him, confusion obvious on her face.

‘I…I don’t normally behave like that,’ she said with a frown, pulling her bra back up over her breasts, suddenly embarrassed at being exposed like she was. Remus seemed to sense this and gently pulled out of her, quickly dragging up his pants as she pulled her skirt down and slid off the desk.

‘I’ve never done anything like this before either,’ he admitted, picking up her shirt off the floor and handing it to her. She gave him a tight smile and pulled it on quickly.



Running a hand through her hair, she tried to smooth it, giving herself a moment to think.

‘Should I apologise again?’ she asked, not quite sure whether it was the right thing to do. Remus smiled at her suddenly, making heat shoot through her again.

‘Only if you’re sorry,’ he said, losing his smile as he saw her troubled face.

‘I’m not. Sorry,’ he clarified, as she frowned at him. ‘I wanted that to happen from the moment I saw you this morning.’



Billie couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips.

‘Well, I guess I’m not either,’ she admitted, biting her lip. ‘I wanted it to happen too, but we can’t ever do this again.’

She looked up at him as he buttoned up his shirt, a serious look on her face.

‘Maybe it’s out of our systems now,’ he suggested, seeing her concern.

Billie nodded, her face going red when she saw her underwear on the ground. She bent and scooped them up, holding them tight in her hands.



‘It’s late,’ she said, trying to control the shaking that she could see in her hands. ‘We can talk about this tomorrow.’

He nodded, and she walked over to the door. Remus followed her, picking up his robes on the way, and stopping in the door way.

‘Billie….’ he began, but stopped when she shook her head.

‘Not now, ok?’ she said softly, looking at him. He nodded.

‘Goodnight,’ he said, wanting to kiss her, but knowing he shouldn’t.

‘Night,’ she responded, her eyes falling to his lips then hastily moving away.



Remus threw himself back onto his bed when he got to his room, feeling a little shell shocked by what had just happened. He’d never felt that out of control before, and was slightly disturbed by the effect she’d had on him. Once he’d felt her lips on his, he’d been unable to restrain himself; unable to think; unable to stop. He shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe he’d had sex with a woman he hardly knew; worse, she was his boss, on a desk at the school where he was supposed to be a responsible teacher. Never one for casual flings, Remus had been in only a few relationships in his life. Finding a woman he was attracted to that didn’t care about his lycanthropy was a problem, and every woman he’d been involved with eventually couldn’t cope, and left.



He closed his eyes and remembered the feel of her body as he’d entered her. She had said she didn’t behave like that normally - and he’d been with enough woman to know when he was with someone who was either inexperienced or for whom it had been a long time between men. He felt a shot of guilt about how rough he’d been with her, but also felt a sense of satisfaction knowing she‘d gotten pleasure from it; that she wasn‘t sorry it had happened; that she‘d wanted it as much as he had.



He yawned. Despite his mental confusion, he felt great. It had been over two years since he was last with a woman, and it had felt incredible.

‘She was incredible,’ he thought, then tried to push her out of his mind. She was a colleague; his boss. Billie was right - it could never happen again.



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Grabbing her wand after Remus left, Billie cast a Cleansing spell on herself, then with a shake of her head, Contraceptive charms. She changed into her pyjamas and got into bed, laying there cursing herself for her lack of self control.

‘I can’t believe I had sex with someone I’ve known for less than a day,’ she thought, shaking her head in the dark. ‘On my desk, in my office, on my first day at work.’



She hadn’t lied to him - she had never had a casual sexual encounter before, and was confused as to how she had allowed this to happen. Billie didn’t have a great track record with men, her last relationship having ended very badly three years ago. She was reluctant to get involved with anyone again, and certainly didn’t want to be having sex with strange men.



‘Well, that’s not really true, is it, Bella?’ she heard a voice say in her head.

‘No,’ she admitted to the voice. ‘I wanted him. I really wanted him.’

Which was confusing in itself; she’d never been a particularly sexual person - not frigid, but she’d never felt that explosive passion with anyone: that desperate need for each other that made everything else disappear. Until tonight.



She could feel heat swirling through her body again, and took a deep breath, trying to quell her desire. All of her boyfriends had been very selfish in bed, and she couldn’t remember if she’d ever climaxed during sex before tonight. If she had, it must not have been very good as she couldn’t remember it. It wasn’t likely she’d forget tonight though. She had been incredibly turned on, and Remus had made sure that, despite their haste, it was good for her. Briefly she wondered what sort of lover he would be if they went slower, took their time, but she banished the thought from her mind. She wasn’t sorry it had happened - she hadn’t felt this relaxed and satisfied in years. But it could never happen again.