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CHAPTER 5: Destined To Fail







It was near dark when Remus re-entered the cabin. He was tired, hungry, cranky and he wanted only to eat, bathe and go to sleep. He stopped suddenly when he stepped inside, unable to ignore the scent of food cooking. His stomach rumbled noisily and his mouth watered.



“Oh good, you are back. I made some steaks and a salad…nothing fancy, I’m exhausted and didn’t much feel like making anything more elaborate.” Hermione said as she transferred a large steak from the pan to a plate and set it on the table with a large bowl of salad.





“I didn’t know you could cook.” He said, removing his robe and jacket before walking to the sink to wash his hands. Hermione watched him unfasten the cuffs and roll up his sleeves, baring his badly scarred forearms as he washed his hands.





“I learned from my mum. She cooked all the time before…..well, she was a great cook at any rate. I enjoy it.” She smiled, putting a much smaller portion of meat on her plate and taking a seat at the table.





Remus was standing at the sink, his hands buried in a green and white striped towel staring at her. She had changed into a bright red t-shirt after her bath. It covered her just fine, however, he could clearly see that she hadn’t bothered to wear a bra, and he suspected she had forgone the knickers as well. While it hung to her knees and covered her body almost completely, it was snug. He could see the perfection of her breasts and her tight little nipples pressing into the cotton. It was tight enough that he should have been able to see the lines of her knickers, but he couldn’t see anything but the smooth curve of her round hips.





“Come on Remus, sit down and eat before it gets cold.” Hermione told him. She saw the way he was staring at her nightshirt and she knew he could see her body outlined beneath the thin cotton. He was frowning when he tossed the towel onto the counter and took a seat across from her.



“Uhm…you aren’t going to wear that to bed are you?” He asked, concentrating on his food.





“Yes, it’s my nightshirt, of course I’m sleeping in it.” She said, shaking her head. Remus grunted softly as he ate. He didn’t even try to have a conversation with her, he just devoured his food, sighing and patting his stomach when he was finished.



“Thank you for dinner, it was delicious.” He said. Hermione stood and took his plate to the sink. She reached for her wand where it lay on the table and cast a spell to do the washing up.



“You are very welcome. I am happy to handle the cooking and cleaning as long as you handle the driving and the rubbish.” She said as she stretched and yawned. Remus’s eyes darkened when she arched her back and her breasts pressed forward even more. He closed his eyes and counted slowly. He heard her move, smelled her as she came closer.





“I’m going to bed, Remus. Make sure you lock and ward the door before you join me.” She kissed him on the cheek softly. “Goodnight.” He didn’t open his eyes again until he heard the bed frame creak as she climbed into it. He let his head fall back and he stared at the ceiling.



“I’m doomed. Fucking doomed.” He said quietly. With a weary sigh he got to his feet, locked and warded the door and turned out the lights before walking into the bedroom. He could see her curled under the quilt, her hair spread out on the pillow. She was close to the edge, leaving him plenty of room. He collected his pajamas and went into the bathroom to have a nice, long cool shower.





When he was done with his shower and dressed for bed, he stood in the doorway and stared at the woman sleeping beneath the quilt. She was approaching the end of her ovulation, and he couldn’t wait. He never thought he would ever long for the full moon, but at least it would mean a reprieve from sleeping next to the tempting little witch.



He was tired, too tired to continue standing there arguing with himself. He walked across the room and turned back the quilt. He stopped for a moment to stare at her back. The hem of her gown had ridden up and he could almost see the lower curves of her bottom. He climbed into bed slowly, settling in as far away from her as he could manage. He folded his arms beneath his head, staring at the ceiling for several long minutes before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.







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Hermione let her head fall back against his chest as his hands cupped and caressed her breasts. The long, slender fingers tugging and kneading at the sensitive globes until she could do nothing more than press back into him. Her hands came up and reached behind her, threading her fingers through his sandy colored hair. His mouth was nibbling, sucking and licking at the back of her neck, the soft spot where shoulder and neck met.





One of his hands slid down over her stomach to thread through the soft, heated folds of her sex, his fingers curling into her opening…….



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Hermione was writhing against she sheets as the lover in her dream stroked her to an almost unbearable level of arousal. Her hands were fisting in the pillow beneath her head as she shifted her legs and arched her hips for the dream lover.



Remus felt her moving beside him, the soft moans coming from her lips pulled him from his sleep. At first he thought she was having a nightmare, until he took a deep breath. He sat up and stared over at her in amazement. She had kicked the covers off and he could see the soft, pale flesh of her thighs, the apex of which was barely covered by the cotton t-shirt. If she continued to shift her legs and arch her hips, he would soon see that place that even now called to him. It was no nightmare. She was having an erotic dream, and apparently it was a good one, because she was so close to coming it was making him dizzy.





He wanted to run away, the noble part of him begged for him to wake her up or leave the room. But the animal part of him was intoxicated by the scent of her, so aroused, so close to her release that he couldn’t move. He was so hard it hurt and the urge to crawl between her thighs and take her was hard to ignore.





Her back arched, bowing up from the bed as she cried out. His eyes widened drastically, his nostrils flaring as he scented her orgasm. She fell back onto the bed, sighing softly as she nestled back into her pillow. She didn’t even wake up.



“Hmm…Remus.” She whispered softly. He scrambled out of the bed so quickly he almost fell to the floor. He stared at the sleeping bundle of torment. She had been dreaming of him, it was he who had brought her such pleasure, at least in her head he had. He never wanted to be a legilimens so bad in all his life.





He moved quickly through the cottage and out the door, running as fast as his long legs would carry him to the edge of the cliff.



“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” He screamed into the night. It did nothing to help, nothing to ease the torment. Hell, he had hoped that the salty sea air might cleanse the scent of her from his nostrils but it wasn’t having the desire effect. He was destined to fail and the little witch seemed intent on making certain that he did.















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