Hidden Love

Sooooo sorry about the delay, we ended up being understaffed at work for a while and I was just to tried to think of anything, but now me and my plot bunnies are totally back into this ^-^ Hopefully I still have readers. Remeber, I'm a review slut so make me happy!
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Eleven days, eight hours and nine minuets. That’s how long it had been since they’d last spoken. It was killing him, slowly but surely he was positive it was killing him. It felt like apart of him was missing. He even missed the fighting. He let out a sigh, there was something very wrong with him. Over those eleven days, eight hours, and nine minuets he’d really be able to think it over. But it didn’t matter he still missed her, it had gone from a dull ache to a heart wrenching pain whenever he thought about her and that was often. But there was nothing he could do about it, he had no way to contact her. But, he was also a man and up until eleven days eight hours and thirteen minuets ago he was having sex, often. Now he wasn’t and he missed it as much as he missed her.

They’d all been high strung since that brutal attack, but they’d all tried to keep going. Longbottom was slowly going more and more off the deep end and he feared the boy was slowly going insane. Harry seemed to pull inside himself lashing out at those he cared most about. Ron didn’t joke as often anymore, mostly just grunted and there seemed to be tension between him and Herm who lately had seemed busy with other things and if he really thought about it he had a feeling he knew what those things were, or to be more apt who they were. Molly had forced them out of the house, told them to see a movie and then begged him to go with ‘take care of them Remus’ that’s what she’d asked him as they all exited the house. And so he sat in the very back of the theater, dressed in jeans and a loose t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt, trying to blend in while keeping an eye on the children. Children who in some aspects were more adult then he was.

No one was close to him, he’d picked a seat in the corner off to the side where no one liked to sit. But out of the corner of his eye he watched as a figure approached him. He tensed for a moment before his emotions shifted as they came closer. Eleven days, eight hours and nine minuets. She didn’t say anything just walked over to him and sat herself in his lap and watched him.

“What are you doing?”

“No talking”

He went to open his mouth again and she sealed their lips together, her tongue pushing into his mouth. They should be talking, not this. But it had been eleven days, eight hours, and now seventeen minuets. He heard himself groan and felt his fingers curve around her hips. Felt her wiggle on his lap and used every ounce of self control he had to pull himself away.

“No, we need to talk.”

“I said, no talking. I’m tried of talk.”

“I’m not…no, this isn’t going to work. You need to get up and we can go outside and talk.”

He went to lift her off of him, but she narrowed her eyes and moved so that she had her legs on either side of him and pressed down hard before rocking on him. He closed his eyes tightly. Tried to count to ten, tried to regain control, but it was slipping. Damn her. Her mouth was on his taking greedily as he tried to stop things. He should have been paying attention and not trapped in his own thoughts because he’d forgotten about quick hands and his strangled noise of surprise as her small hands slipped around him would have surely had people looking g their way if people hadn’t laughed at something going on in the movie.

“St-stop it.”

“No.”

Slowly her hand moved, up and down at a teasing pace and he felt his hips moving on their own pumping up in rhythm to her strokes. She had a pleased little smile on her lips and for the life of him he couldn’t move her off of him. Eleven long days, they shouldn’t be doing this. He should end it, they should talk things over but it felt so damn good. And then he watched as she slipped to her knees, lifted his hips to help her drag his pants down and prayed to Merlin no one could see what was going on. His fingers moved to her hair. Twisted tightly and as her mouth slowly slid over him taking him deep he tugged hard on her hair. He stared down at her with glazed eyes and she bobbed up and down on him and again he found himself lifting his hips to meet her as he pushed her head down at the same time. Her fingers dug into his legs and he heard her make a noise but he couldn’t stop himself. When he felt her tongue dart out to slide over him and jerked in his seat before yanking her up off the floor, careful to not make any noise and pulled her into his lap.

Then hands moved quickly. He didn’t bother to tell her no again, didn’t bother to think. Just grabbed. His hand slid under her top to curve around her breast and he squeezed watching her head roll back and her mouth part. She was rocking on him again, but her motions were erratic and she just seemed to want friction With his free hand he reached down between her legs and slowly slid his hand over her cupping her lightly before his thumb pressed against the material of her pants a whimper escaping her mouth.

“Quiet”

She nodded and moved her hips to press closer to his hands. Then they both were grabbing at each other. Her hands where everywhere and he thanked Merlin she was in skirt as he shoved it up and pushed her panties to the side. His finger slid over her, sliding between her slit before he pushed it up. She opened her mouth but no sound came out as she slowly slid his finger in and out of her a few more times. Pulling his hand away he covered her mouth with his own as he pushed her down onto him at the same time he lifted up and slid home. He hoped the movie was loud enough to cover the noise they made. He really did. Once he was inside her he didn’t move for a moment, waited until her hands moved to his shoulders, her knees bent and his own hands around her hips. Then she started to move herself, bouncing slowly t first up and down. Her mouth parted and little pants leaving her. Her eyes was dark and slowly her movements became harder and harder. Mumbling under her breath as she rode him as hard as she could. Lifting up before slamming down again his hands slid back under her shirt and once again grabbed her chest. Kneading them before his fingers slipped to her nipples and he rolled the small nub between each finger and thumb. Her eyes started to close and without warning he pinched. Her eyes snapping open to watch him as he did it again and then his hands were sliding over her stomach and then around to her back where he slid them down under the skirt and over her ass. His fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her body clenched tightly around him. Hot, tight, and what he’d been missing for eleven days. He should have had more self control but he didn’t. He felt her go tight, watched her arch her back and clamped a hand painfully hard over her mouth as he watched her shatter before him. Felt her body squeeze him in a death grip and grunted from the sensation of her already tight body going tighter. He kept her moving and before she’d even finished collecting herself he’d lifted her off his lap and pushed her down between his legs again.

She blinked at him for a moment before grinning and leaning forward running her tongue from the base of his penis to the tip, slowly. When she got to the top she wrapped her lips around just the tip and sucked lightly. His hips lifted, demanding more and she just pulled away running her tongue back down. He felt his fingers clench and forced himself not to slam her face onto him.

“Stop. Teasing.”

His whisper was harsh and held a threat that was unmistakable. But she’d just smiled at him before slowly kissing her way back to the top of it and then he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her head and shoved it down before slamming his hips up. The force of both actions caused her to gag and he could see even in the faint light her eyes water. He instantly let go of her hair and forced himself to remain seated in his seat. She took a breath and then another before without looking at him sucking him hard into her mouth. Her mouth a warm heaven to his poor ignored penis. Her face looked hallow as she sucked as hard as she could before moving her head up and down quickly. Suddenly her pace slowed and as she pulled up sucking she pulled him all the way out of her mouth except for the tip and then shoved down hard and he heard the gag again. He watched and felt her gag herself a second time and without warning exploded into her mouth. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around him and watched her struggle for a moment before pulling back and grin tilting her lips. She looked pretty damn proud of herself.

Without a word he reached down and yanked his pants back up. Watched her rise slowly to her feet and fix her own clothes before sitting beside him. God he was pathetic, eleven little days and he lost all common sense. His mind was already starting to work again, starting to make him feel like a pervert. In a movie theater for Merlin’s sake? Last time he’d stopped it, this time he’d been so lonely and depressed he’d allowed it to happen. He should have known better then this. The trouble this would cause, he didn’t even want to think about it. Slowly he looked down at the woman beside him and tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

“We need to talk”

“No yet, don’t spoil it.”

“Tonks, we need to talk now.”