The Wolf and the Witch

Remus had awakened when he heard her crying for him; only by a supreme effort of self-discipline did he remain in his bed. When he heard her pause outside his door, he had to bite his tongue to keep from calling out to her. He actually had whispered her name just as he heard her moving away from his door. After that, there was no help for it; he had to join her downstairs. He argued with himself all the way down, but lost his head when he saw her standing there.

“I guess I’m not the only one who can’t sleep tonight,” he said quietly. He spotted the pitcher of water on the table and asked, “May I have a drink?” Saima nodded and walked swiftly to the cabinet. With nervous fingers, she picked up a glass for him and started to fumble it. Before she could drop it, Remus was beside her. As he took the glass from her trembling hand, his fingers lightly brushed hers. Oh, Merlin…

Saima moved back to her position facing the window and pretended intense interest in the storm. “D’you think it will rain soon?” she croaked. She cleared her throat and tried again. “It’s been thundering all evening.”

Remus moved slowly around the table and stood next to her. “I think it might,” he said and settled himself against the table to watch the light flicker in the clouds.

They sat in silence for a few moments, then Saima dared a sideways glance at him. Remus was watching her with a slight smile on his face. “Care to tell me about your dream?” he asked softly. Merlin, he had heard her…

An image spiked through her brain of his mouth tracing a path from her neck, slowly drifting down her throat, where he licked the hollow he found there. Saima’s eyes flew open and she realized they had closed while she was remembering that part of the dream. Her hand shook as she brought her glass to her mouth, a delaying tactic to allow her to regain her shaky composure.

When her eyes finally met his again, a curiously intent look was on his face, his sharp eyes at odds with the lazy smile at the corners of his mouth. “That’s not a good idea,” she finally said. Her hand was shaking so badly she had to set her glass down again.

His smile deepened at that and it seemed he was going to keep pressing her for more detail until a particularly loud clap of thunder startled them both. Remus gently placed his hand at the small of her back to urge her forward to the window. “Your rain will start soon,” he whispered.

Although he said nothing further, his hand remained on her back. Saima could feel the heat of it soaking into her skin through her thin blouse. He was so close to her she could feel the heat of his body and smell his spicy scent. To distract herself, Saima began to breathe evenly in through her nose and out through her mouth to a count of three. Then his thumb leisurely started to caress the base of her spine and she gasped.

Fortunately, another loud crack split the air and covered her gasp. A bolt of lightning struck the ground in the distance. “Easy now,” Remus said as first his hand, then arm slipped around her waist, as if to steady her. He had deftly moved so that he was standing partially behind her as his arm slid around her. His hand stopped just above her hip with fingers slightly apart. The heat radiating from his arm, chest, and belly was incredible and Saima started to melt against him. She lay her head back lightly against his chest and closed her eyes.

His mouth moved against her ear and his breath unevenly fluttered against it. “This dream of yours,” he began. “Were we together in it?”

A shudder worked up her spine and she moaned, “Yes.” She half turned against his chest and looked up at him.

“Remus, I should go,” she said in desperation. She knew what would happen if she stayed for even a second longer. She had been in a slow burn since their kiss that afternoon and his being there was sapping her ability to think of anything but his mouth.

His arm slipped from her waist to take her hands in both of his, gently tugging her so she faced him. “I’ll let you go if you wish, but do you really want me too?” he asked softly, staring intently into her eyes. Saima could only shake her head in denial; for the second time that day he had taken away her ability for coherent speech.

“Just let me hold you for a bit. I think we both want that,” he said hoarsely.

Saima nodded slowly and breathed, “Yes, please,” then bit her lip.

A slow, heart-stopping smile crept across his face, starting with his mouth and lighting up his eyes. Remus drew her closer to him, bringing her hands up and flattening them against his chest. His hands roamed down from hers and settled on her hips. As her eyes fluttered shut again, she felt a low laugh vibrate under her fingers and exit his mouth.

As Remus gathered her closer to him, Saima ran her palms tenderly down his upper body and wrapped them around his waist. She sighed and rested her cheek on his chest, right above where his heart was pounding. He felt so wonderful to her, so strong. He held her protectively for a long while, his lips occasionally brushing the top of her head to soothe her involuntary shudders. His sensitive nose could pick up many scents coming from her: desire foremost, the faint smell of perfume in her hair, and the unique aroma of her skin. She smelled like chocolate and thyme, he realized.

He never would have imagined that he would be holding her in his arms like this. Remus had given up hope on finding someone who could accept him as he truly was, condition and all. Trial and error at relationships had led him to a solitary kind of life. He silently thanked Dumbledore for bringing her here, to him. At a time when he most desperately needed someone, she was there. Remus hoped he wasn’t making a mistake letting himself get involved with her when he didn’t know where fate would take them, but he knew he would be happy with whatever she had to offer him. And she had been slowly, surely driving him crazy for the last two weeks; he needed her.

When she had finally stopped quivering so much, he gently nudged her chin up with his knuckle so she would look at him. He knew he could get a glimpse of what was going through her mind by watching her wide eyes. What he saw there stunned him and made his heart lurch. He who had been alone for so long, not wanting to allow anyone close enough to reject him again, was seeing her look up at him with complete trust and love in her eyes.

A fierce bolt of desire shot through him and his eyes darkened. Before she realized what he intended, he had backed her up against the sturdy table behind them and effortlessly lifted her up on it. Remus pushed her skirt up her thighs so he could settle himself there. He inserted a hip between her knees and nudged them apart, twisting his body so he could get as close to her as possible.

The heat from his body washed through her and a low moan escaped her lips. “Put your arms around me,” he whispered. Saima raised her arms and wound them around his neck. Remus placed his arms around her waist and laced his fingers behind her.

The storm spit and crackled and poured outside, but it was now unnoticed by them. A feeling of electricity that had nothing to do with the conditions outside flowed through the air. She opened her mouth as if to start speaking, but then just shook her head. He patiently waited until she could gather the words she wanted to say to him.

“I’ve only known you a few weeks now, but I think…” and she trailed off as he shook his head.

“You deserve someone far better than me,” he said sadly.

She gave him a cross look and said, “ I don’t care if you’re a werewolf. I don’t care if you get fleas or howl at the moon.” She frowned thoughtfully. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t like the fleas, but we can work around them,” she said seriously. Remus laughed at that and squeezed her gratefully.

“I don’t have fleas,” he playfully growled.

“Come here then. I’ve been dreaming about this,” she whispered and threaded her fingers in his soft hair. His eyes closed as she lightly caressed the back of his head and neck. As her fingers drifted down around to his throat, his pulse leapt against her fingertips. Remus tilted his head back to allow her to touch him and she took advantage of the angle. Saima’s lips grazed his jaw line, and then skimmed down the strong column of his throat, irresistibly drawn to where his pulse now hammered. The tip of her tongue licked the hollow of his throat and he groaned softly.

Remus disengaged his hands from behind her back and gently clasped her face between them. His eyes were glowing golden with desire now, but his face had a tender expression and a gentle smile was on his lips. His head slowly lowered to hers and he slanted his mouth against hers. He was kissing her as if his life depended on it, and she was holding onto him as if she were drowning.

Saima tore her lips away from his and took his hands in hers as she scooted forward to the edge of the table. She leaned her head back and moaned as her barely covered flesh met his arousal. Remus moved his hips in a single slow rotation against her and watched hungrily as her breath caught in her throat.

“Enough,” she gasped. She slid off of the table, knees almost giving out on her as she pressed against his hardness. His blazing eyes followed her every move, but he remained silent.

“Can you take us upstairs?” she asked breathlessly. He nodded, blew the candle out, and put his arms around her. With a loud pop, they Apparated in front of a large armoire in the upstairs bedroom. Remus supported her with his hand behind her until she could regain her balance, then gently pushed her so that her back was against the large piece of furniture.

He took both of her wrists in his hands and extended her arms over her head. His mouth met hers again with exquisite skill, his tongue rubbing hers until she moaned deep in her throat. Saima was unconsciously pushing her hips against his and he realized he couldn’t last much longer, not with her.

Remus transferred her wrists to one of his hands and ran the back of his free hand across her cheek. One slow finger ran down her throat and around the neck of her tunic. His fingers flicked open the first button of her shirt, then the next. He nuzzled the patch of bare skin he had uncovered, smiling when he heard her whimper with need.

Another button followed, then another, with an open-mouthed kiss pressed between her breasts. His tongue swirled around and Saima bucked against him and tried to free her wrists from his grasp. “Just another minute,” he whispered, and undid the last two buttons. Remus slowly brushed the two sides of her tunic away from her flushed skin. A single finger circled first one erect nipple, then the other. She moaned and frantically tried to free herself again.

He released her wrists and brought her arms back down. Saima shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Now wearing just the thin cotton skirt, she looked up at Remus. The inviting look in her eyes took his breath away.

Gently catching her hand, he led her to the side of the bed and let her go. She ran a wondering finger from his collarbone down to the drawstring of his pajamas. Saima plucked at the bow he had tied there and gazed up at him again. Remus reached down and moved her hand slowly from the bow to the arousal straining the fabric below it.

Saima closed her hand around him and gently squeezed him through the fabric. His hips jerked as she continued to caress him. “Please, untie me now,” he urged. As she pulled his drawstring, she dropped a quick kiss on his chest. His pants fell to the floor and Saima took him in her hand again. She inhaled quickly as she brushed her thumb over his tip, rubbing the drop of fluid she found there over him. His hips thrust at her reflexively and he made a strangled sound in his throat, which she echoed with a moan.

Remus kicked aside the pajamas and scooped her up in his arms. He gently laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her. His hot and impatient lips sucked and nibbled her body. Silken sighs sounded as their mouths entangled. His hand worked its way down her body to her waistband. A single hook was undone and the fabric was whisked off of her legs.

Remus splayed his fingers on her belly and dipped them down into her wetness. Soft words of encouragement were murmured against her shoulder as he rubbed in little circles against her slick flesh. Her breathing came in great gasps as he stroked her center. He knew she was close; he could smell it in the air. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked the taste of her from them as she watched him with hooded eyes.

“Saima, can I?”

“Yes. I need you now, please Remus,” she begged him.

His incredible control finally came to an end. Her legs parted as he braced himself on one arm and shifted himself between her legs. She half sobbed as she felt his hardness pressing against her. He pushed inside her entrance slowly, and before he could even fully penetrate her, he could feel her muscles start clenching around him. Saima’s head whipped back and forth on the pillows as she thrust her hips uncontrollably on him and started crying out. Remus started moving in time with her quick movements and felt one last huge squeeze as she screamed out his name.

“Look at me,” he ordered. He caught her gaze and saw the complete awe and absolute satisfaction flash across her face. He could feel his own orgasm rising and he thrust deeply over and over while keeping his eyes locked on hers until he shouted out with his own climax.

Saima was still gasping with the aftershocks of her first orgasm when she felt him explode inside her. As the hot fluid rushed into her, she widened her eyes incredulously and started contracting again around him and arching her body towards him. Remus moaned fiercely as he felt and saw her come again, then rocked against her until he felt her go limp underneath him.

He deftly rolled over on his side so that he was still buried in her and gathered her in his arms. She gave a soft cry of pleasure at the change of position and he could feel her inner muscles quaking around him. Remus tenderly kissed her forehead, then lips. The kiss deepened and he felt her have another series of aftershocks as his tongue stroked hers.

Her dazed eyes met his as she pushed a heavy hand up to remover her hair from her face. “Was that supposed to happen?” she asked.

“What’s that?” he replied, amused.

“All… everything you… what you did to me,” she stuttered. “That’s never happened before with anyone. I mean, not unless I did it myself…” she trailed off, flustered.

“You should expect that all the time now,” he said arrogantly and grinned. Then with a low groan, “Merlin, you were wonderful.” Remus kissed her forehead again and hugged her to him tightly. Another low noise slipped from both throats as he then slid himself out of her. He ran a warm protective hand down her spine and cupped her backside in his hand.

She rolled over, then snuggled herself tightly up against him and yawned. “You’ll have to show me more first thing in the morning, I think.”

Remus rubbed his face against her neck and pulled the lightweight duvet up over them. He slipped one arm under her to support her head and neck as he cupped her breast in his other hand. “First thing in the morning,” he echoed and closed his eyes with a slight smile on his lips.