It Happened One Night

CHAPTER 4: Mess Up My Bed







Hermione slid his jacket from her shoulders and tossed it over the back of a chair. Remus was standing by the window staring out into the wooded area behind her house. She didn’t bother to turn on any of the lamps or even light the fireplace. It would be easier for her if this were done in the dark.







She was so tired of sleeping alone, of having no one to hold, no one to kiss or touch. She knew it would change everything if she moved forward, if she made the move to seduce him but she couldn’t stop herself. Lightening flashed in the distance as she stepped out of her shoes and walked towards him. He still faced the window so he didn’t see her approach but he knew she was there, and he could scent her intentions, her desire.







“This isn’t a good idea, Hermione.” He said softly. He knew he shouldn’t have come inside. He should have just said goodnight and walked away. Her hand slid up his back, trailing along his spine and curling over his shoulder.







“Maybe not, but I am so tired of sleeping alone, Remus. Don’t you ever get tired of sleeping alone?” She asked, sliding her fingers through his hair and stepping around so that she was in front of him.







“You don’t want to share your bed with me.” He closed his eyes and sighed when her fingernails scratched gently over his scalp.







“Don’t tell me what I want, Remus.” She said. “I know exactly what I want.” She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips into the side of his neck as her other hand went to work on his buttons. He growled softly and his hands came up to cup her hips as she licked and nibbled at his throat.







“And what is it that you want?” He asked huskily as she tugged his shirt from the waist of his trousers.







“I want you. Stay with me tonight, mess up my bed with me, Remus.” Her cool fingers danced over his abdomen and chest as she shoved his shirt off of his torso. He was lean, tightly muscled though thin. He was scarred from years of transformations and various battles but Hermione thought he was beautiful regardless.







She had never even considered Remus as a lover until Ginny mentioned it, but now that she had her hands on him she couldn’t figure out why. His skin was so hot, he seemed to be burning from the inside and she couldn’t wait to press closer, skin to skin.





“Undress me, Remus.” She said softly against his shoulder. He hesitated a moment before raising his hands and lowering the zipper on the back of her dress. The thin straps and soft silk of the fabric didn’t allow for a bra and only the barest scrap of underpants. Remus pulled the dress forward, sliding the straps down and off her arms, letting the silk pool on the floor around her bare feet.







“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, letting just the tips of his fingers trail down the smooth line of her back. It had been so long since he had held a naked woman in his arms he didn’t quite know where to go. He wanted to touch her all over, taste every inch of her but he wanted to be inside her all at the same time.





“No, I’m not, but thank you for saying so. Kiss me.” She lifted her lips and moaned softly when his mustache tickled just before he opened his mouth over hers. He kissed the way he did almost everything, slow and easy, so softly that she wondered at times if their lips actually touched.





“You taste so sweet.” He murmured as his tongue swept between her lips to toy with hers. Her nails bit into the back of his neck as she pulled him closer and pressed her lips hard to his, sucking on his tongue and moaning softly.





“Touch me…..” She took his hands and pressed them to her bare breasts. He cupped her gently, lightly brushing his thumbs over the tender nipples. They peaked and hardened beneath his touch and he began to feel slightly light headed.







“Where is your bedroom?” He was panting slightly.







“Down the hall.” She took him by the hand and pulled him along behind her down the darkened corridor and into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him, her bottom lip between her teeth as she leaned forward and pressed her open mouth against his abdomen.





“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He asked, his hands tangling into her dark curls as she tugged at his belt and the fastening of his trousers.







“I’m sure.” She shoved his trousers and boxers over his hips and let them fall to the floor as he toed out of his shoes and socks and kicked his clothing side. “God you are magnificent.” She stared at the long, thick length of him in awe. She had limited experience with men, very limited as Ron had been her only lover, but she knew that he was more than just well endowed.







She took him gently in her hand and stroked her fingers lightly over the tumescent length. He was so hard, so silky smooth and hot to the touch. Tiny beads of fluid pooled at the tip and she leaned forward to lick them away. His hands tightened in her curls and he growled softly. She licked the head again, swirling her tongue around the flanged tip before closing her lips around him and suckling gently on the swollen knob. With her hand she stroked the length of him she couldn’t take into her mouth. She cupped and fondled his testicles gently, following the gentle guidance of his hands in her hair.







Remus wasn’t sure he would survive her gentle sucking of his cock. Her mouth was so tight, so hot and wet and her little tongue was never still. Add that to her gentle stroking and he was ready to come in seconds. He needed to stop her but it felt so damned good he couldn’t bear it. His balls pulled up tight to his body and he fought the urge to spill into her mouth.







“Stop, love. No more or I will not be able to take you properly.” He nudged her head away and groaned when she licked her lips as though savoring the taste of him. “Lay back.” He ordered softly. She reclined slowly, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and removed them slowly, tossing them across the room. “Put your feet on the edge of the bed.” His voice was low and rough as he watched her pull her feet up. “Open your thighs and let me see.”







Hermione had never been more turned on in her life. Sex with Ron had been good, but perfunctory. This was different, this awkward yet tender exploration of bodies and arousal she was sharing with Remus. She let her legs fall open so he could look his fill. She kept thinking she should be embarrassed, should be ashamed or nervous but she couldn’t seem to summon up anything of the sort.







This wasn’t a random guy she had picked up at a pub, this was Remus Lupin, Harry’s surrogate father and her former professor. Surely some feelings of guilt should enter into her head but all she felt was the rightness of it.







Remus stood there for a long while staring at her. Her breasts were perfection, round, soft and tipped with perfect caramel colored nipples that made his mouth water. Her waist was nipped in slightly before flaring into soft, rounded hips and thighs. The plump lips of her sex were bare with the exception of a small triangle of fluffy dark curls atop her mons. He could smell her arousal and the animal in him longed to slide fully inside her and mark her as his.







He refused to just fall on her and rut like some bloody animal, he would go slowly; he would be tender and make love to her like she deserved. He settled his hands on the mattress beside her and lowered his head to kiss her softly, letting his lips slide over hers in a wet, warm glide. He nibbled her chin and down her throat, sucking lightly on her pulse throbbing at the base.







Her soft whimpers of pleasure were tearing at his control as he trailed a wet path with his tongue to the tip of one pouting nipple. He sucked and nipped at the tender bud, sucking it into his mouth and lashing at it with his tongue until she was writhing and pleading for more. He administered the same attention to the other breast before licking a slow path between them and down over her slightly curved tummy. He kissed and licked at her navel before falling to his knees on the floor between her thighs.







“So pretty.” He whispered, using his fingers to open her sex and reveal the pearly arousal coating her swollen folds. “So wet and pink.” He lapped at her slowly, taking his time to savor the salty sweet flavor of aroused woman. “Delicious.”







“Oh gods Remus, please!” She was lost, so lost she didn’t think she would ever find her way back. Oral sex was something Ron enjoyed receiving but not giving so she was confused as well as excited that Remus seemed to be enjoying it so much. His tongue was everywhere at once it seemed. He licked long and slow, then fast and hard against her swollen nub. He suckled the little bud gently and thrust his tongue into her again and again. He soon focused his assault on the swollen bundle of nerves and thrust his long fingers into her as he feasted on her sex. Over and over he stroked over that elusive spot inside her as he sucked and licked her flesh until she was screaming out his name and tearing at his hair.







The slick heated walls of her passage clutched desperately at his fingers as she came. She flooded his hand with hot liquid as he continued to lick and suck at her until the contractions within her slowed and she became too sensitive to bear anymore of his attentions. He kissed the inside of her thigh and wiped his lips on the coverlet before rising slowly.





Remus rested his knees on the edge of the mattress between her splayed thighs and rubbed the tip of his erection between her sodden folds, coating the tip of his shaft with her slick arousal.







“I don’t think I can be gentle with you.” He said softly, pushing the head of his cock inside her and groaning as her slick, tight heat sucked him in deeper.







“Don’t be, take me now Remus, please!” He hands clutched at his shoulders and her legs went around his narrow hips, her heels digging into his ass and pulling him all the way inside her. “More, please! I need more.” She panted in his ear as she writhed beneath him. They were the words he had hoped to hear as he began to pull out only to slam back into her. Over and over he thrust inside her, hard, fast and sure as he took her, claimed her.





Her nails were biting into his back and her sharp little teeth bit into the side of his neck as he continued to piston his cock in and out of her. Her moans were incoherent and her head was arched back almost painfully as she came again, her tight little passage clamping hard around him as he pounded viciously into her until his balls drew tight and he howled his release, filling her to overflowing with his seed.



“Are you okay?” He asked, barely aware that he had collapsed on top of her, his head resting against her breasts as he softened and slipped from her body.







“I think you killed me.” She groaned as tiny aftershocks coursed through her body.







“Did I hurt you?” He asked, lifting his head and looking down at her in concern. She smiled and sighed, shaking her head slowly.







“I didn’t know it could be like that.” She said quietly, her hands stroking over his back and down his arms. “If I had known you was this good…..”







“Don’t! If this had happened before I would have gone to jail. It shouldn’t have happened now, but I couldn’t help myself.” He said, rolling off of her to lie on the bed beside her.







“Don’t say that, Remus. Please don’t say that this shouldn’t have happened.” Hermione rolled onto her side and lifted up on her elbow to look down at him. “You can’t know how incredible this was for me, how much I needed to be wanted.”







Remus looked up at her with wonder. Was she thanking him? As though he had done her a favor by taking her to bed?







“I was here remember, I know how good this was, believe me, it’s never been so good.” He pushed her curls back from her face and stroked the side of her neck. “Never doubt how much you are wanted, love. Who wouldn’t want you, you are perfect.” He pulled her head down and kissed her gently before settling her against him and reaching for the quilt folded at the end of her bed to wrap them up in.







“Will you stay the night with me?” She asked. “We have to be at the brunch tomorrow anyhow, we can go together.” She yawned.





“I’ll go home in the morning to change. For now just go to sleep, love.” He lay there for a long time stroking her hair and staring at the lightning as it reflected in the mirror over her dresser. He had just shagged his godson’s best friend. A woman young enough to be his child. A former student who was on the rebound. What had he done?