Her Favourite Fantasy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,100
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Breathless
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Remus looked so uncertain, it was almost endearing. He looked awkward and unsure as he chased Sirius around. His narrow face was set in grim determination, and he pushed a hand through his brown hair. Tiny slivers of silver had worked their way into his hair, only appearing when the light hit his head a certain way. He looked hopeless and lost and yet, Tonks knew that he could be assertive and aggressive once a month when he transformed into his most primal form. He did take a potion for it, but there was still that potential for danger, a hidden excitement. She could imagine him tenderly touching her chin, taking her face between his long, nimble fingers as he drew her closer to him. His eyes closed lightly as he pressed his lips to hers, slowly deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with his. Then, him slowly unbuttoning her shirt as he slid one hand, curiously warm, across her stomach, down the curve of her hip. He would lay her gently on the bed, slowly exploring her body, unveiling it. He would whisper soft enchantments in her ear as his hand would drift down her stomach, between her legs, dancing across the small of her back. He would ask her what she liked, what she wanted, if what he was doing felt good. So unsure, only wanting to please her. He would touch the very core of her and she would feel as if she were aflame.
Remus looked so uncertain, it was almost endearing. He looked awkward and unsure as he chased Sirius around. His narrow face was set in grim determination, and he pushed a hand through his brown hair. Tiny slivers of silver had worked their way into his hair, only appearing when the light hit his head a certain way. He looked hopeless and lost and yet, Tonks knew that he could be assertive and aggressive once a month when he transformed into his most primal form. He did take a potion for it, but there was still that potential for danger, a hidden excitement. She could imagine him tenderly touching her chin, taking her face between his long, nimble fingers as he drew her closer to him. His eyes closed lightly as he pressed his lips to hers, slowly deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with his. Then, him slowly unbuttoning her shirt as he slid one hand, curiously warm, across her stomach, down the curve of her hip. He would lay her gently on the bed, slowly exploring her body, unveiling it. He would whisper soft enchantments in her ear as his hand would drift down her stomach, between her legs, dancing across the small of her back. He would ask her what she liked, what she wanted, if what he was doing felt good. So unsure, only wanting to please her. He would touch the very core of her and she would feel as if she were aflame.