The Wolf and the Witch

When Saima awoke slowly the next morning, she was laying on her side against him with her head in the crook of his shoulder, one leg flung across his, and a hand on his flat stomach. Remus squeezed her to him as she tilted her head back to look up at him. His blue eyes were bright as he whispered, “Hello.”

He brought his hand up and rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “Can I interest you in some lunch? he playfully asked.

Saima wrinkled her forehead and exclaimed, “Lunch?” then peered over his shoulder to look at the bedside clock. “We slept until noon?” she laughed. “How long have you been awake?”

Remus took her hand from where it rested on his belly and brought it to his mouth. He nibbled on the tips of her fingers. “YOU slept until noon,” he teased. “I’ve been awake long enough to remember that you asked for more first thing in the morning,” he murmured, and nuzzled her cheek. Saima blushed and buried her head against his neck.

Sometime during the night, a fold of the blanket had worked its way between them and under her. Remus quickly rolled over and threw his half over her, wrapping her inside. As she started giggling, he quickly sat up and scooted off her side of the bed. Remus laughed at her muffled squeal as he stood and picked her up, duvet and all, and started out of the room.

As he carried her out into the hall, she managed to work a hand out of the blanket and move it out of her face so she could see him. Remus looked down and burst out laughing again as all he could see of her were her gleaming eyes in the opening she made.

He got to the bathroom door, turned her sideways and entered the room. Leaning to one side, Remus lowered her feet to the floor, and then pulled the blanket away from her head. Saima stuck her tongue out at him as she squinted in the bright sunlight shining through the window.

“What are you going to do then?” she challenged with an arched brow. “Toss me in the bath?” Remus just grinned at her and turned to the tub. He put the water running and then returned his attention to her, where she still stood, clutching the duvet to her.

Suddenly painfully shy, she brought the corner of the duvet to her face and peeked out from behind it. He smiled and pulled her back in his arms. Saima hid her face against his chest and Remus stroked his hand over her tousled hair soothingly. When the bath had finished filling, he leaned over and with one hand shut the faucets off.

Remus squeezed his hands on her shoulders and she shyly uncovered her face and looked up at him. His questioning gaze met hers. “What we had last night was wonderful,” he began quietly.

“Shh,” she interrupted. “I have no regrets about last night at all. I just don’t wake up very often with a handsome werewolf in bed with me.” Her head was cocked to one side as she blushed and smiled up at him. “Nor have I ever let a handsome werewolf do what you did to me last night,” she said with an unabashedly sensuous look in her eyes.

He grinned in relief and then turned to the bath and stepped in carefully. He stood there with his head thrown back slightly as she ran her eyes over every inch of his body. He had a beautiful body: broad shoulders on a long torso, with narrow hips and long, well shaped legs. He was leanly muscled all over and had a light coating of hair on his chest that trailed delightfully down his belly. Saima traced one gentle finger down the worst of the scars on his body, then leaned forward to kiss the start of one of them. His eyes had become shadowed as she followed his scars, but relaxed as her breathing sped up with need. He extended a hand to her in invitation; he wanted to look at her just as carefully.

Saima slowly dropped the blanket and took his hand in hers. She then stood quietly as he took his turn examining her in the bright sunlight. Her body was shapely, with a graceful neck and high breasts that eventually tapered to a narrow waist. Her hips flared out and lengthened into a nice pair of legs indeed, he thought with an appreciative look on his face.

As his body tightened in response to the sight of her, she lowered her eyes and took in the sight of his reaction. Her eyes shut as her head tilted back and her breathing quickened even more. He was so beautiful… “Henkeä salpaava,” she whispered to him. “Breath-taking,” she translated with a smile. Remus smiled in return and guided her in the bath with him.

Remus lowered his lips to hers and softly kissed them once, then twice, and then turned her so her back was to him. He gently pressed her shoulders to urge her to sit in the water and slid down to join her. Saima sank back between his knees once he was settled and rested back against his chest. She felt him sigh contentedly as he slid his arms underneath hers to cup her breasts in his hands.

A bar of soap lay in a dish on one corner of the large tub. Remus picked it up in one hand and ran it down her front to her stomach. He rubbed it against her in lazy circles and then moved it up over her breasts. Saima had never had anything quite like this happen before. She was quite enjoying it and dreamily moved forward as he started to wash her back. He finished the rest of her body, catching his breath as she gasped when he ran it slowly over the sensitive flesh below.

His hand moved to return the soap to the dish when her hand stopped him. She slipped it from his grasp and sloshed around in the tub to face him. “Fair’s fair,” she said wickedly. “Now it’s my turn to wash you.” She started on his shoulders, first rubbing the bar over them then following with her soapy hand. He twitched as her hands ran over his flat nipples, then bucked his hips and groaned as they dipped under the water to slick the bar across his tensed belly, then lower. The soap fell forgotten to the bottom of the tub as she felt how ready he was.

Remus had his eyes on hers the whole time she was washing him and he saw them darken with arousal when she took him in her hands. He firmly drew her head forward and slipped his tongue past her parted lips. A single finger pressed between her legs and started rubbing against her. Saima whimpered into his mouth and broke the kiss. Heavily, her head fell to his damp shoulder and she closed her eyes.

He chuckled and asked unevenly, “Do you like that?”

Saima nodded against his shoulder and her breath hitched in her throat as he started rubbing in small circles. “Please,” she whispered, not sure if she was begging him to stop or continue.

Remus abruptly took her arms in his hands and tugged her to her feet with him, spraying water everywhere. He looked around the room and spotted the sink on the opposite wall. Urgently he pulled her forward, grasped her hips, and lifted her on the sink. Saima understood what he intended, because she scooted forward until her rear was on the edge of the marble basin and spread her knees apart.

Saima reached down and grabbed him in her hand. She felt him flex in her hand as she guided him to her. In one long stroke, he seated himself in her and rocked against her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he dropped his forehead against hers and started thrusting deeply inside her, panting with desire. She could feel her climax building swiftly as he moved inside her powerfully. Remus gritted his teeth and held back until she cried out and started convulsing around him. He then moaned loudly, buried himself deeply in her, and rode out his own orgasm along with hers.

Weakly, he slipped from her and stood there, too satiated to move away. Saima limply wrapped her arms around his waist and sank her head onto his damp chest, trying to get her breath back.

He opened his eyes and asked anxiously, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Saima languidly shook her head against him in response.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to attack you like that.” He sounded so genuinely ashamed that she looked up in surprise. “It’s getting close to the full moon again,” he sighed. “I usually have control over myself, but with you here…” he flushed and trailed off.

Saima nodded understandingly. His wolfish side would soon be showing and her interest was piqued. If this was an example of his getting out of control…

“You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, really.” She laughed and squirmed off the sink as his belly rumbled. “But we’d better get you some food before you eat me alive,” she teased as she reached for a towel.