Everything I Ever Wanted

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Chapter Four



Remus walked sedately out of the hall then ran up the stairs, giving the password and making his way up the winding staircase to the Head‘s office. He knocked on the door and heard her call, ‘Come in.’

He did, and she looked up from her paperwork, reading glasses on her nose.

‘What is it, Professor Lupin?’ she asked, her voice a little icy.

‘I want to apologise for before,’ he said, moving over to the desk. ‘I….I guess I’m used to being rejected, or being something to be ashamed of, and I just over reacted. I’m sorry, Billie. I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to hide this because of my condition.’



Her face thawed a little and she sat back in the chair with a loud sigh.

‘This won’t work, Remus. It’ll get too complicated; too messy.’ She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as well as him, and Remus picked up on her uncertainty.

‘Do you want to just forget it? Forget anything even happened?’ he asked, seeing her frown.

‘No,’ she said, with a little sigh as she took her glasses off and rubbed her nose. ‘I don’t want to forget it.’ She looked up at him.

‘Just keep it casual?’ she said, biting her lip.

‘If that’s what you want, I’m up for it,’ he said, seeing her lips turn up in a smile at his attempt at humour.

‘Really?’ she said, with a mischievous look on her face.



‘How old did you say you are, Remus?’ she asked, pushing her chair away from her desk, and relaxing her legs out in front of her, parting them a little. She’d changed clothes and she was wearing a skirt now. A very short skirt. He caught a glimpse of underwear as she stretched and felt his body stir.

‘Thirty nine,’ he answered, eyes sliding down her legs. She nodded.

‘So ‘up for it’ is pretty much just a turn of phrase, right? I mean, a thirty nine year old man couldn’t possibly be up for it three times in one day?’

She parted her legs a little further, and he definitely saw white lacy underwear.



Remus smiled. ‘I’m willing to give it a try,’ he said, moving around the desk and sitting on the edge in front of her. She grinned and his heart rate jumped.

‘I don’t know - I might be disappointed,’ she said, shaking her head. Remus looked up at the small room up the stairs.

‘Bedroom up there?’ he asked, seeing her nod. ‘Right then,’ he said firmly.

He leant over and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. She squealed a little.



‘What are you doing?’ she laughed as he carried her up the stairs.

‘Showing you exactly what a thirty nine year old man is capable of,’ he replied, pushing open her door and throwing her onto the bed.

Kicking the door shut, he tore off his clothes, seeing her doing the same. ‘No,’ he said firmly, stopping her when she went to remove her knickers.

‘Leave them for now,’ he said, yanking down his pants.

He moved over to her and kneeled between her legs, running his hand over the white lace. ‘I like them,’ he grinned, seeing her flush a little.



He leaned up over her and kissed her, slowly but sensuously; the kiss gradually getting more needy until they were both having trouble breathing. Then Remus worked his way slowly down her body, kissing all of the spots he’d been curious about, until he got to her hip, and she stopped him.



‘Remus, it’s ok. I…I know men don’t really like doing that,’ she said, turning bright red. He frowned at her.

‘Who told you that crap?’ he said, kissing her stomach, running his tongue around her belly button.

‘My last boyfriend hated it - refused to do it,’ she mumbled, then gasped as she felt his mouth on her inner thigh, and his hands slipped her underwear off.



‘Remus…’ she whispered, as he moved her legs apart. ‘You don’t…..Oh!’ She gasped as his tongue found her, and her hips jerked up.

‘God!’ she breathed, as his tongue stroked her and his fingers slipped inside her. He heard her breathing become harsh, and moved his tongue and fingers faster, holding her hips down with one arm across her belly. He sucked hard at that sensitive bud and she arched off the bed, hands twisting in the sheets as spasms rocked her body. He groaned into her, and she cried out as the vibrations prolonged her release.



As she came down, he kissed his way up her body again, hearing her moan as he licked her nipple. She was making little noises in her throat when he reached her neck, and she was beginning to push up against him again.

‘God she’s responsive,’ he thought, feeling himself tightening now.

‘Billie,’ he said, kissing her jaw. ‘I love the way you taste, the way you smell.’

He kissed her mouth, and felt her recoil a little.



‘Haven’t you ever tasted yourself?’ he said, feeling turned on by how innocent she was about this. She shook her head. He smiled and lowered his head. He kissed her gently at first, waiting for her to indicate whether she liked it or not. When he felt her deepen the kiss, he moaned, so hot now he thought he might not be able to wait till he was inside her.



‘Billie?’ he mumbled against her lips, pressing up against her slick heat. She lifted her hips against him in response, and he pushed, sliding easily into her. He groaned, pulling out and pushing hard back into her. Billie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Remus lost control then and thrust hard and fast, until she cried out again, and he came deep inside her.



As they lay there, he felt her giggle. ‘What?’ he said, looking at her.

‘I’ll never doubt you again,’ she said, and he let out a soft laugh and shifted, moving so he was laying next to her, and rolled her over so she was lying across his chest.

‘Your last boyfriend was a jerk, Billie,’ he said, kissing the top of her head.

‘Yes he was,’ she replied darkly. Remus waited to see if she elaborated, but she stayed silent.

‘There’s more to that story,’ he thought but didn’t push her. They were supposed to be keeping this casual.



‘Were you bitten or born?’ she asked suddenly, tracing a large scar on his chest. ‘Bitten,’ he replied, turning a little to show her the ugly scar on his back, shivering a little when she gently ran her fingers over it. ‘I was very young though,’ he continued. ‘I’ve never really known anything else.’ She nodded and was silent again.

‘How old are you?’ he asked, realising he didn’t know.

‘Thirty two,’ she said, still tracing the scars on his chest.

‘Just a baby,’ he murmured, hearing her soft breath of laughter.



‘How did Belinda become Billie?’ he asked, picking up a lock of her hair between two fingers and letting it fall gently back to her shoulders. He felt her tense.

‘Laziness,’ she said. ‘Kids couldn’t be bothered with three syllables so they shortened it, but I guess my father really started it. He wanted a boy, and chose Belinda so he could call me Billie and pretend I wasn’t a big disappointment to him.’



Remus paused in his stroking of her hair. ‘There’s a whole lot of resentment there’ he thought.

‘Sorry,’ she said, turning and looking at him. ‘Too much information. My dad was an asshole. Or is an asshole. I don’t know if he’s dead or alive, and I prefer it that way.’

She put her head back down on his chest and resumed running her fingers over his chest.

They were quiet for a while, then Remus said, ‘Billie doesn’t suit you. It’s not feminine enough. Belinda’s pretty formal sounding though.’ Billie stopped moving her hand and lay it flat on his chest.



After a minute or two, she spoke. ‘You should go,’ she said, turning over to look at him. ‘It’s getting late.’

Remus looked at the clock next to her bed. It was late.

‘Mmm, I guess,’ he said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched and felt his clothes hit him in the back. He turned and saw her smiling face disappear into the bathroom.



He dressed quickly, then sat on the bed to put his shoes on. Billie came out of the bathroom in a robe, and sat on the bed watching him.

‘Sitting in on my classes tomorrow?’ he asked, as he put his foot down, turning to look at her.

She nodded. ‘One or two,’ she said. ‘Just so I can say I have observed you closely - professionally speaking.’ She added the last comment with a smile after hearing his laugh.

He smiled. ‘See you tomorrow then,’ he said, leaning over and kissing her.



He was nearly at the door, when she said, ‘My mum never called me Billie, or Belinda. She didn’t like either name.’

Remus turned around and looked at her. ‘Why did she name you Belinda if she didn’t like it?’ he asked, thinking he knew.

‘My father made her. He was a bully,’ she answered, picking at her sheets. Remus nodded.

‘Your parents aren’t still together?’ he asked, and saw her shake her head.

‘My mother died. When I was ten,’ she said softly, and he could see the sadness in her eyes.



‘I’m sorry, Billie,’ he said, coming back to sit on the bed next to her.

She shook her head again. ‘It was a long time ago. It’s alright,’ she shrugged, but he could see there was more to it. She looked up at him.

‘Goodnight, Remus,’ she smiled. He stood and walked back to the door but stopped again.





‘What did your mum call you then?’ he asked. Billie blinked a few times.

‘Belle or Bella,’ she said quietly. ‘Belle short for Belinda, but she was from an Italian family, and it became Bella.’

Remus stared at her for a moment then smiled. ‘Bella. Now that is perfect,’ he said, before leaving the room, leaving her smiling.



There was a staff meeting the next night, and Remus sat next to Alex, wanting desperately to hit the man as he went on about what a great backside their new boss had. It wasn’t that Remus didn’t agree, Billie had a fantastic ass, it was more that he didn’t like hearing her being spoken about like that. He frowned a little. He could be a little possessive around the full moon when his senses were all heightened, but he was not usually a jealous person at other times.

‘Although,’ he thought. ’I’m not usually prone to embarking on casual sexual affairs with my boss either.’

He was still mulling over his unusual reactions when Billie arrived.



‘Bella,’ he thought as she walked through the door, making a hurried apology for her tardiness. ‘She really is a Bella, not a Billie.’

She looked around, seeing him and the corner of her mouth turned up.

‘Is everyone here?’ she asked, looking around. There was a murmur of agreement. ‘Alright. Lets get started then.’

She handed around some notes and Remus saw her hand twitch when he took his, making certain his hand brushed over hers.

They hadn’t spent any time together today except in class, where they had to keep a distance anyway. He was hoping this meeting wasn’t going to go too long. He really wanted to be with her again; he hadn’t been able to get last night out of his mind. Whenever she was in his class that day, he’d been distracted, and in a state of frustrated arousal - spending a lot of time sitting at his desk pretending to mark homework.

‘She could become an obsession,’ he thought, feeling his body stirring before he admonished himself. ‘No. Not her. The sex. Concentrate on the incredible, mind blowing sex, Remus. She made it clear she doesn’t want anything else and that is fine by you.’



‘So,’ she said, sitting across from him and looking around. ‘I’m reviewing all staff members performances over the next month, so expect to see me in your classes. I’m not there to criticise you, but to offer any help you may need. I’ve already sat in on some DADA classes,’ She looked briefly at Remus and smiled. ‘And it was pretty painless wasn’t it, Professor Lupin?’

Remus smiled. ‘Except for my foot,’ he said and she smiled.

‘Lucky shot,’ she said, quickly explaining she’d helped demonstrate non verbal spells.



‘I am also looking at reviewing subject budgets so if you have any requests or ideas, please put them in a proposal for me. Professor Lupin has already received approval for his proposal, which is why I’ve been sitting in on his classes first. Some of the resources for defence are terrible,’ she added.



‘Next. As many of you might know, I attended school in Australia and things were slightly different there’

Remus raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know she’d been schooled in Australia. That explained the slight accent he thought he’d detected from time to time.



‘There are no school houses in Australia, except for sporting competitions. Children are free to pick and choose who they want to spend time with. If it were completely up to me, I would abolish the Sorting ceremony, or at least put it off until third or fourth year.’ Billie sighed, seeing the horrified looks of most of the other staff.

‘However, it isn’t up to me, so the tradition of labelling children the moment they walk through the doors remains. I have decided though, that we will have a less formal attitude to the houses. Children may sit where they like to eat, except for formal occasions, and may be invited into other houses’ common rooms. I am also introducing a dance each semester, once before Christmas, and once just before the end of the school year - after exams of course.’ she said hastily, seeing one of the more uptight teachers open her mouth.

‘I want more emphasis on school spirit rather than house spirit.’

She looked around. ‘Ok - I’d like your input now.’



Remus looked around as complaints came from all directions.

‘What about house competitions?’ came a particularly loud complaint from an older staff member.

‘They will still be held. Competition is healthy,’ said Billie. ‘But division isn’t.’

Another loud round of complaints erupted, and Remus put his fingers in his mouth and whistled.



Silence reigned and everyone looked at him. ‘All of you know what division can do to a society,’ he said, looking around. ‘Some of you fought alongside Harry Potter in the final battle; alongside me,’ he said.

Billie frowned. She had read about the war, but didn’t know Remus had fought.

‘Those of you who didn’t fight know about it though. And know the damage that Voldemort caused preaching division. You all know Dumbledore disliked the Sorting tradition as well.’

He looked at Billie. ‘He thought we sorted too early. I think a dance is a great way to get the children interacting with other houses. Count me in, Bil....Professor Johnson.’



Billie smiled at him, noticing his slip of the tongue. ‘Thanks, Professor Lupin. I do think, though, that we can all dispense with the formalities. I’m Belinda or Billie, if you prefer.’ Alex put up his hand.

‘I’m in, as well, Billie,’ he said, grinning at her flirtatiously. Remus again, felt a flash of anger at the man, but forced it down.

Billie smiled at him, saying, ‘Thank you, Alex.’



The rest of the meeting was hazy for Remus, who was still trying to control the stabs of jealousy he felt every time Alex flirted with Billie. He blinked when he saw the others leaving, and quickly stood up. Alex was talking to Billie now, his hand on her shoulder. He saw her smile at him, then step back, so he could no longer reach her. She nodded at something he said, and glanced over at Remus.



‘Oh. Remus,’ she said, turning away from Alex. She scribbled on a piece of parchment. ‘This is that incantation I was telling you about yesterday.’ She tore the scrap off and handed it to him. ‘Come and see me if you have any trouble.’

She turned back to Alex, walking out the door with him following.



Remus looked down at the paper and smiled. ‘Ten minutes. Your room‘ , it said. He walked quickly to his room, and had a fast shower. When he walked out, with a towel wrapped around his waist, his breath left his lungs quickly. Billie was waiting for him on his bed, lying on her stomach reading a book, completely naked.



‘Thank you, God,’ he said, smiling as she looked up. ’It’s just what I wanted.’

Billie put the book down and laughed. He walked around the bed and ran his hand over her butt.



‘Do you know the first thing I thought when I saw you?’ he asked, sitting down next to her, hand on her ass still. ‘I thought what a great ass you have.’

She smiled then giggled as he bent over and bit her backside gently. She laughed and said, ‘Well since you like it so much…’ She moved up onto all fours and wriggled her behind at him.



Remus laughed and knocked her over onto her side, moving up next to her to kiss her, throwing his towel to the floor. After a few minutes, the kiss was heating up and Billie pushed him over onto his back as she kissed down his body. When she reached his stomach, she could feel his muscles ripple a little under his skin as he tensed. Her hand gripped him and stroked, until he was rising up under her touch. Her tongue joined her hand, and he let out a long moan, his hips lifting frantically now as she teased him.



‘Please…’ he gasped, as her tongue licked the tip of his erection, tasting him. He felt her hot breath on him as she laughed softly.

‘What?’ she said, in an innocent tone. ‘What do you want me to do, Remus?’ He bit his lip, then felt her tongue run over him again.

‘Put your mouth on me, Bella,’ he said, thrusting up and twisting his hands in the sheets.



Billie looked up at him for a second, then he was moaning as he felt her warm, wet mouth take him. He grasped her head, trying hard to restrain himself, until he felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat and his mind went blank. He thrust himself up hard into her mouth and, when he felt her groan on him, he reached the end of his tolerance.

‘Move. Now’, he warned her urgently, trying to move her head, but she flicked her tongue over him again, and moaned loudly, sending vibrations right through him.

He cried out her name, his hips rising off the bed as he came.



He was still shaking when he felt Billie lie down next to him, resting her head on his chest, as he pulled her close. When he could breathe properly again, he rolled over onto her and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.

‘Fuck, I wondered if you’d really done that,’ he groaned against her lips, knowing he wouldn’t need his wand to clean himself up. She hadn’t pulled away when he finished.

‘I wondered if I’d really done it as well,’ she said, as his lips moved to her neck. He looked at her.

‘Is that the first time you’ve….?’ he asked, disbelievingly.

‘No, but it’s the first time I haven’t pulled away; the first time I’ve actually enjoyed doing it,’ she said.



Remus stared at her for a minute and felt an ache in his chest. He kissed her hard, trying to get rid of the feeling, and felt himself becoming aroused again. Pushing her into the pillows, he moved over her, and his mouth moved down her body, stopping and using his tongue to drive her to the edge before he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up to him. She laughed and he pressed against her heat, as his fingers moved between her legs stroking her.

’You offered,’ he said, pushing the tip of him into her, closing his eyes as he felt how tight she was around him from this different angle.

‘So I did,’ she said, pushing her hips back and feeling him slide all the way into her.



‘God you’re so tight,’ he groaned as he pulled back and then pushed into her. Billie was already close to the end and, as his fingers stroked at her, she pushed back hard, and felt herself come undone, shaking under him.



Remus leant over her, and pulled her back, holding her up against him as he thrust inside her. He moved a hand to her breast and kissed her neck as he moved. ‘Christ, you’re hot, Belle,’ he said, then groaned as he felt himself explode inside her. He held her to him as his tremors died down, then they fell to the bed, Remus quickly rolling them on their sides.



It was some time later that he said, ‘Do you mind if I call you Bella?’

Billie opened her eyes. ‘No,’ she said, surprised that it was true.

She’d always refused to let anyone else shorten her name to Bella or Belle. It was the name that only her mother had called her, and she wanted it kept that way.

Until now. Somehow, hearing Remus call her Bella felt right.



‘I should have asked first, but Bella suits you better,’ he mumbled, feeling sleep taking him. He tightened his grip on her. ‘It means beautiful, doesn’t it? Beautiful Belle.’

Billie closed her eyes as she felt her heart speed up with his words.

‘Shit,’ she thought. ‘Why can’t he be an asshole?’

She waited until he was asleep then gently removed herself from his embrace, regretting having to leave. She dressed quickly and made sure she didn’t look as though she’d just had the most incredible sex of her life. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watched him sleep for a moment, then leaned over and kissed his temple before walking back to her own room.