It Happened One Night

CHAPTER 20: Moonlight Approaches





“You are going to make me fat.” Remus said, as he helped Hermione clear the table and tidy up the kitchen.





“You could use a little weight on you and it’s not my fault you can’t seem to stop eating.” She laughed. He hadn’t gotten any bigger since she had started cooking for him but he did look healthier.





“It’s a shame that my after dinner drink had to be wolfsbane potion. Nasty stuff, love.” He said, as Hermione cast a spell over the sink to complete the washing up and grabbed a mug of hot chocolate.





“Well at least the new formula keeps you in control of your thoughts.” She said, turning out the lamps and following him into the living room.





“It has been an amazing improvement. I just wish I could have more control over the wolf’s instincts but perhaps with time they will find a way that I can avoid the transformation all together.” He said, lowering himself onto the sofa and stretching his legs out in front of him.





“I wish you felt like you could just stay up here with me tonight. It sounds like you would recognize me even in wolf form.” Hermione set her mug on the side table alongside her wand and lifting her skirt, settled herself astride Remus’s lap.







“I don’t trust myself to be able to control the wolf’s instincts.” Remus said, settling his hands on her waist and pushing his hips up against her slightly. “And believe me when I tell you the wolf recognizes you as the mate, has since the beginning.”







“Well when it comes to making love, I prefer to do it with you just like this.” She said, slipping his buttons free of their holes.





“You prefer me on the sofa so full from dinner I couldn’t get away from you if I tried?” He asked, smiling at her.





“Well, that has its advantages.” She said running her hands down his smooth chest. “What do you know…..I seem to have forgotten to put anything on under my dress.” Hermione said, smiling as she unbuttoned the shirt-dress she was wearing.





“Imagine that.” Remus chuckled. He waited impatiently for her to reveal her body to him. He couldn’t look at her enough, couldn’t touch her enough. It still amazed him that something so perfect, so beautiful was his alone. She unbuttoned it completely, giving him a clear view of her perfect breasts and the sweet, aroused furrow between her thighs.





“So maybe we can work off a little of that supper before you leave me for the night?” Hermione always felt so comfortable being bold with Remus. She never doubted that whatever it was she wanted, she needed, he was going to make certain she received it. She took his hands and guided them up along her waist and over her breasts, pressing them tight against her. Not that Remus needed prompting to fondle them, her breasts were perfect and he loved nothing more than to feel her filling his palms.





“Figuring if you exhaust me I’ll sleep the night away?” He asked, grunting softly when the backs of her fingers tickled his abdomen while she toyed with the fastenings of his trousers.





“Will it work?” She asked, shoving his clothes out of the way and freeing the beautiful erection that never failed to take her to paradise. She held him steady as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him deep within her slippery sex. She closed her eyes and whimpered slightly before putting her hands on his shoulders and just sitting there, enjoying the feel of him buried so deep inside her.





“I don’t know, I have never fucked on the sofa before retiring into the cellar. Are you going to just sit there all night, love?” He asked, rolling his hips up against her.





“Well, sort of.” A sultry smile spread across her lips as she began to tighten her inner muscles around him repeatedly.





“Fuck…where did you learn that?” He groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.





“A book.” She said breathlessly. She slowly slid up his shaft and when just the head remained inside her she tightened her muscles again and he nearly bucked her off the couch.





“Damn it, love that is fucking unbelievable…..” His hands had returned to her hips and his fingers were digging into her flesh.







“I always know its good…..oh god…..when you resort to swearing…..” She was flexing her inner muscles steadily as she moved slowly up and down his cock. She wouldn’t be able to last long, his reactions were fueling her more than she had imagined when she decided the article was worth a try.







“Sorry…..just…..gods we can talk about my language later, just keep doing that…..” He moaned, trying to keep himself from slamming up into her and taking the release she was slowly squeezing from his body. “You like torturing me….holy fucking hell!”





Hermione rotated her hips slightly at the same time that she clenched those tormenting muscles particularly hard around him. She continued the slow, circling grind against him, all the while tightening and relaxing her inner walls around him. Remus began to push up into her with hard, slow thrusts until she was crying out and clutching at his shoulders.





She went over with a soft scream, the tightening of her sex even more intense in the throes of orgasm. Remus clutched her hips and slammed into her one last time, coming long and hard inside her until he could no longer move, only lay there on the sofa with her sprawled on top of him, panting into his shoulder.





“I wonder if my legs will work well enough to get me to the cellar.” Remus had his head resting against the back of the sofa, he was sweating slightly both from the lovemaking as well as the fire in the hearth.





“What, you aren’t going to use the F-word again?” She said, lifting her head to smile at him.





“I don’t think I realized I was swearing at you, love. I don’t have a very good grasp on reality when I’m inside you, not enough blood fueling the brain.” He threaded his fingers into her curls and pulled her head down for a kiss. “I need to get to the cellar, love. The moon will rise very soon.”







“I don’t want to sleep without you.” She said, kissing his lips softly and sliding from his lap.





“This is proving to be the hardest part of being in love, being married. I don’t want to leave you, especially for something like this.” He said, refastening his clothes as she refastened hers. Hermione walked him to the cellar door off of the mudroom at the back of the house and stared at the multiple dead bolt locks on the thick wooden door.





“I hate seeing so many locks on the door.” She said, taking the key ring from the hook and tucking it into his shirt pocket.





“It’s necessary, love. If the potion should fail for any reason I will not recognize you and I could hurt you without meaning to.” He hugged her close, kissing the side of her neck and whispering I love you in her ear. “When you wake up, I’ll be in bed with you.”





“I love you.” She kissed him one last time and watched him disappear down the steps into the cellar and close the door behind him. She stood there and listened as each lock was turned slowly, her heart aching with each click.