Flight of the Imagination

As her body let out a final sated shudder and her lips now whispered his name, Remus knew he did not want to stop. The smell of her all around him, the taste of her lingering in his mouth made him want more, crave it, even need it. An overwhelming urge to claim her, to pin her beneath him and take her as his own, overcame him, the wolf’s blood that coursed through his veins begging him to mate with her.

As he was about to make his next move, to act on that raw instinct coursing through his veins, she reached for him. He looked up to see that she had sat up in the bed and was looking at him in her own feral way. Her cheeks were flush with the desire that ran through her still, and eyes were glossed over with a look that Remus knew he would remember the rest of his days.

Lily swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood, and slowly walked the short distance to where Remus still kneeled at the edge of the bed. Her every move was slow, deliberate, as if she was stalking her prey. As much as Remus longed to dominate and to let his nature take over, he longed more for this dance, for this pure, animal instinct of Lily’s to guide them. She advanced upon him, effortlessly pulling him up off of his knees and easing him to a seated position on the bed, the same spot where she lay moments ago, thrashing beneath his touch. She sank to her knees where she quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and slid off his pants and boxers, revealing all of him to her. She first brought her hands to him and ran them lightly up and down his silky smooth length, delighting in the illicit groan that escaped his lips at the contact. She gazed up at him and lowered her mouth slowly around his length, ready to feast upon his flesh, to worship him as he had done to her.

When she would do this for James, he would put his hands on her head and she would feel controlled, as if it was expected of her, a wifely duty, and she silently resented that. But when Remus instinctively brought his hands to the back of her head she felt nothing but passion, a need to please him like nothing she ever felt before. Just as she felt him start to tense up, just as she knew he was close to losing all control, he jerked her up off of her knees and in one swift move, impaled her onto him. They found an immediate, intense rhythm, Remus thrusting his hips into her, Lily rocking her hips against him.

Her body encompassing him felt like nothing he had ever experienced before; warm, wet and inviting in a way that no other had been and none would ever be again. He lost himself to her, fulfilling both the heart in the man and the need in the wolf, temporarily easing the ache that had lingered for as long as he could remember. The sounds of her making love to him, riding him like a wild animal was more than enough to drive him over the edge. He could not hold it any longer and he succumbed to the waves of intense pleasure, sure that he would drown in the exquisite sensation of her convulsing around him, sure that once again hearing his name leave her lips in such a manner would forever mark his soul.

She collapsed on top of him and they lay, clinging to each other and slick with sweat, the room heavy with the smell of sex. He closed his eyes and let sweet slumber seduce him. He awoke with hazy images of a nightmare floating in his head. Death had been all around him, following him, chasing him, claiming all those he loved, all except for a small child, a baby; a baby that somehow defied all of the rules, skirted all of the death. For a moment he had not known where he was, for a moment the dream had all seemed so…real. He gingerly pulled himself away from Lily’s arms, away from the very warmth he had craved for so long. He silently dressed and slipped out, the sadness that had been temporarily lifted suddenly flooding back to him and settling down in his very bones, twofold. He stood for awhile outside of Lily’s bedroom door, perhaps for only a few minutes, perhaps for an hour or two; for all Remus knew, it was a lifetime. He put his hand to the door, pleading with it as if it were an animate object that he had wronged.

“I am…sorry,” he said before disappearing into the night, wondering when the death would start chasing him, them, all down. Wondering when he would be all alone, wondering if the baby he dreamt of was already growing inside of Lily…