Meant to Be

I love sweet Remus almost as much as nasty, sexy Remus!





Chapter Seven



‘Hello, Jessica,’ Remus said, sitting next to her several hours later at dinner.

‘Hi, Professor Lupin,’ she said, giving him a closed mouth smile then looking down at her food. Harry and Ron entered the hall and sat near them, chattering away.

‘You alright?’ he asked her softly under the cover of the boy’s talking. He saw her nod, but wasn’t convinced. Remus slid his hand over to Jess’ knee and squeezed a little before removing it. He saw the corner of her mouth turn up and his concern eased slightly.



They all chatted throughout dinner, Jess spending some time talking with Hermione. She seemed unlike herself, quiet and a little withdrawn, poking at her food. He could see her preoccupation and wanted to help her, frustrated that he couldn’t talk properly to her to find out what was bothering her. Then he had an idea of how he could help get her mind off whatever was worrying her, and he smiled to himself. After dinner as they were walking out of the hall, Remus caught her eye and mouthed, ‘One hour,’ and saw her almost indiscernible nod.



Just over an hour later, after she showered and changed, Jess slipped into the defence classroom and walked up the stairs to Remus’ private room. She was frustrated that she hadn’t been able to spend the afternoon with Remus, and felt a little overwhelmed at the emotional response she’d had to his absence. She had missed him, feeling lonely until she‘d seen him again at dinner. She’d been distracted by him there - the smell of his aftershave and soap making her heart speed up and heat shoot through her.

‘I’m such a sook,’ she told herself angrily, then took a deep breath, knocking on his door lightly.

Remus poked his head out the door and grinned at her. ‘Close your eyes,’ he demanded, and Jess was taken aback.

‘Close your eyes,’ he said again, taking her hand. She did and he led her inside, stopping her after a couple of steps and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.



‘Alright, open them,’ he whispered, mouth near her ear. Jess shivered at the sound of his voice and opened her eyes. She smiled and let out a breath.

‘It’s gorgeous, Remus,’ she said softly, looking around the room. He’d lit what must have been a hundred candles and they flickered softly from all around the room, including floating in spheres around the ceiling. The room smelt familiar and she smiled.

‘It smells like gardenias,’ she said and he smiled, pointing to a vase of flowers above the bed.

‘Do you know how long I spent wondering what flower I could smell in your perfume?’ he teased. ‘I finally snuck a look at the bottle when I was in your room this morning and I nicked some from Professor Sprout’s private greenhouse.’



Jess smiled at him, turning her head and kissing him, touched by the effort he‘d put in. ‘What’s all this about?’ she asked. Remus smiled and moved her over towards the bed slowly.

‘I just realised that, while our short, but incredible sex life is hot and sexy and mind blowing, I would like to slow right down once in a while,’ he said, kissing her neck as they reached the bed. ‘And because you did something amazing for me this afternoon. I wanted to do something for you.’

He turned her to face him and pushed her jacket off her shoulders. ‘I want tonight to be slow, and sensual and erotic as hell. And all about you.’

Jess shivered again and felt goose bumps break out all over her skin. His hands moved to the hem of her t shirt, lifting it slowly over her head.



‘I want to touch every inch of your skin,’ he whispered, unclipping her bra and letting it drop to the floor. ‘I want to kiss you everywhere.’ Jess felt herself trembling and tried to smile.

‘I think you have,’ she said shakily, and he smiled, undoing her jeans and pushing them down.

‘Then I’ll do it again,’ he said, hooking his thumbs under her knickers and they quickly joined her jeans.

‘Get on the bed, Jess,’ he said softly, his eyes sliding down her body. ‘And lie on your stomach.‘ She raised an eyebrow, rolling over with a laugh.

‘You’ve got a filthy mind,’ Remus said with a laugh as he took off his clothes.

‘You didn’t mind my filthy mind this morning,’ she said, her voice slightly muffled as she put her head down on his pillow.

She felt Remus sit on the bed next to her and heard him say, ‘I love your filthy mind,’ before his lips landed on her shoulder.



She grinned into the pillow then gasped as she felt something wet drip onto her skin all down her back and over her ass.

‘Sorry,’ he said softly. ‘Just a little oil.’

His hand moved over her ass and Jess opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t that kind of girl when she felt his warm hands rubbing the oil over her skin, spreading it across her back.

‘Oh, that feels really good,’ she said with a little moan. Remus murmured in agreement, stroking his hands down her spine, his thumbs circling as they went. Jess’ eyes closed as his hands worked magic over her skin, both relaxing and arousing her. Remus shifted, his hands moving to her ankles, then worked their way up her calves. When they reached her thighs, she moaned, her legs parting to allow him access.

‘Not yet,’ she heard him say, amusement in his voice. His fingers brushed lightly over her but didn’t touch her and, when they moved away, she made a tiny frustrated noise.



‘You’re a very impatient woman, you know,’ he whispered, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. ‘And you taste really good.’

His lips moved down her back, licking and kissing her skin. When his tongue ran over her buttocks, she moved her hips impatiently and bit her lip. Jess felt his breath on her thigh as he laughed softly at her. She swore loudly a few minutes later when his tongue and lips moved to her inner thigh but refused to give her what she needed.



‘Roll over, Jess,’ he said, his voice hoarse now, his own arousal just about reaching breaking point. She moved quickly and he shifted to prop himself up over her and kissed her, slow and deep. Jess moaned desperately, feeling as though her very bones had melted.

‘God, he can kiss,’ she thought before her mind went blank. His hands moved over her, rubbing oil into her skin. His lips followed his hands and, when he reached the apex of her thighs, she thrust her hips up. Remus chuckled but couldn’t deny her or himself anymore, kissing up her thigh and lightly touching her clit with his tongue. Jess let out a strangled cry and arched up. Remus gripped the sheet hard, trying to restrain himself. His sense of smell was so sensitive, he thought he was going to come just from the scent of her; from the sweet but torturous anticipation of being inside her. Fingers sliding into her soft wet body, he lapped at her and in a minute she cried out his name, hips jerking up to him.



Her release signalled the end of his control, unable to wait any longer to feel her body all around him. Grasping her wrists, he held her hands above her head, taking a nipple in his mouth as he slid into her. Jess let out a long breath of relief and when he started to move slowly and fluidly, she rose to meet him. Their fingers entwined and they held onto each other tight as their bodies moving sinuously and their mouths met again. As they grew closer to their release, Remus pulled back and looked down at her.



‘Jess, look at me,’ he urged. She opened her eyes and looked at his face, her head falling back again when he brushed over her most sensitive skin.

‘Please, Jess,’ he said with a small moan, squeezing her hands with his. ‘I need you to look at me when you come.’

His words were punctuated with a harder thrust into her and she looked at him, eyes widening as her release hit her.

‘Remus,’ she whispered pleadingly and he let himself go, watching her face as her climax tore through her. He moaned her name, looking at her eyes as he came with her, whispering ’Jess’ again as tremors shook him hard.



Remus let his forehead fall onto hers, both of them breathing fast; both of them still trembling. The experience had been intense and emotional - and nothing like sex. This had been something completely different. He released her hands and she wrapped them around him while his moved to cup her face, kissing her gently.

When he lifted his lips from hers, he heard her whisper, ‘Oh my god, Remus.’

He smiled and kissed her quickly. ‘Oh my god is right,’ he said softly. ‘Jess, we are incredible together.’

‘I know,’ she said quietly, confused by the feelings that were rushing through her. ‘It’s never been like this with anyone else.’



Remus’ chest tightened and he felt his heart jump. He loved that he made her feel like no one else had. He ran his thumbs over her jaw and felt her hands move up to his head, her fingers running through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting his head drop back down to hers.

‘Mmm,’ he murmured, lips against her cheek. ‘That feels really nice.’

He felt Jess’ smile and sighed happily. He couldn’t remember feeling this contented and joyful before. It seemed impossible that it could be happening like this; that a woman he’d met in a bar could be making him feel like this. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed and needed to lighten the atmosphere before he said something he wasn’t ready to say, and that she wasn’t ready to hear.

‘Sorry it was so quick,’ he teased then gasped as Jess’ body tightened around him when she laughed.

‘Jesus,’ he said, then gently pulled out of her. ‘You’ll kill me if you do that again.’ He rolled onto his back and pulled her over to lie across his chest.



They lay there quietly for several minutes, Jess’ hands tracing over the scars on his chest as his fingers combed through her hair.

‘Are you feeling better now?’ he asked eventually, glancing down at her.

Jess frowned and looked up at him, crossing her arms under her chin. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

‘You just looked a little…off…at dinner,’ he commented, hands running down her back. Jess smiled and shook her head. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘I was just being a sook.’

He frowned and she smiled, flushing a little as she admitted, ‘I missed you this afternoon, and I suppose I was a little frustrated that we can’t be together when we want to. Immature, huh?’



He smiled and squeezed her tighter. ‘I must be pretty immature as well then because I feel the same,’ he told her, kissing the top of her head. ‘This is not an ideal situation, Jess. Maybe I should try and talk to Dumbledore about it - explain everything and see what he says…’

‘You know him better than I do,’ Jess said, kissing the hollow of his throat. ‘What do you think he’ll say?’

‘Keep your damn hands off the students, Lupin?’ he suggested and heard her laugh. ‘We’ll just have to put up with it and pray we don‘t get caught.. Only six and a half months left of the school year, then the first thing I‘m going to do is shag you in the Dining Hall in front of everyone.’ Jess laughed and he pulled her tighter to him.

‘I’m really looking forward to being able to be with you without all this subterfuge,’ he said. ‘We can go out in public, no more sneaking around and I can kiss you whenever the hell I want.’



Jess lifted her head and looked at him. ‘You see this as a…long term thing then?’ she asked, feeling her heart leap that he wanted more than sex.

He looked a little startled then smiled. ‘Of course I do,’ he said, grasping her face in his hands. ‘Jess, I wouldn’t risk my job and your final year just for sex - no matter how incredible it was.’ His smile faded and he frowned.

‘You don‘t see this as long term?’ he asked, feeling a twisting in his stomach. ‘Is this just a bit of fun for you?’



Jess shook her head quickly. ‘No,’ she said, touching his face gently. ‘No. I’d never want you to risk losing your job for a quick roll in the hay. I just…didn’t know what your expectations were.’

She stopped talking then opened her mouth as if to add something then paused again. ‘Jess?’ he asked, seeing she was debating her next words. ‘Please don’t hold things back. Talk to me.’ She frowned a little, then continued.

‘I told you I’d had a lot of partners - sexual partners - in the past,’ she began, looking down at his chest, unable to meet his eye. ‘But I’ve never been with anyone who saw me as anything other than somewhere to get laid in between serious girlfriends, and I guess I kind of assumed…’

‘That I’d be the same?’ he finished. Jess bit her lip and looked up at him.



‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I…I’ve never met anyone like you. You make me feel things I haven’t felt before and I suppose I was reluctant to get my hopes up about any kind of future with you given my past and the way we met.’

Remus let out a breath of laughter. ‘Yeah, I suppose a one night stand isn’t the typical way to begin a relationship,’ he agreed. ‘But we connected, honey. From that very first night - and not just physically. What we did just now: that wasn’t sex, Jess. Not for me, anyway.’

‘No,’ she agreed shakily. ‘No, it wasn’t. I don’t trust easily, Remus. But I trust you. I don’t think I could have done that if I didn’t. Sex isn’t a very intimate act for me, not anymore, but letting you watch me like that; while…while all my defences were gone… that was real intimacy and, to be honest with you, it scared the hell out of me.’



‘This frightens me a little as well. I really care for you,‘ Remus said very softly. ‘The way I feel…‘ He hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing. ‘I can see myself falling very hard for you, Jess. I’m so comfortable with you, and you accept me in a way that no one else ever has. I even forget about the massive age difference when I’m with you…’

He saw her hold back a smile and rolled over so she was under him.



‘It really doesn’t worry you?’ he asked, propping himself up over her. ‘That I’m fifteen years older than you are? That I’m almost old enough to be your father?’

‘My father?’ she said with a little laugh.

‘A young father, admittedly, but close,’ he said with a frown. ‘When you’re thirty, I’ll be forty five. When you’re forty…’

‘You’ll be fifty five,’ she said with a smile. ‘I can add up, Remus. I know how old we are, it just doesn’t concern me all that much - unlike you.’



‘It doesn’t really bother me,’ he said, then smiled when he saw her sceptical gaze. ‘Alright, it does a little. I just don’t want you to miss out on anything because you’re with me - because of the age difference or because of the lycanthropy.’

Jess smiled at him. ‘Neither issue bothers me, Remus,’ she insisted. ‘Age is just a number. We get along well; we have lots in common; we are attracted to each other, we care about each other - why does age matter? And, as for the lycanthropy, I had to come to terms with any issues I had a long time ago after Mike was bitten. I’ve seen the prejudice up close, Remus; it’s ugly and nasty and it disgusts me. I want to help change people’s perceptions about lycanthropy. That’s why I’m here.’



He smiled broadly and kissed her hard, touched by how determined she was to change how society looked at people like him. But there was still a touch of concern in his gaze. Jess saw it and ran her hands up his arms, linking them around his neck.

‘Do you think you’ll be less concerned when I’m not your student?’ she said. ‘I must seem so much younger since I’m surrounded by seventeen year olds and wear a school uniform.’

Remus smiled and agreed. ‘I suppose,’ he said, a grin forming on his face. ‘Although, I have to admit, I like you in the uniform, and the sneaking around does add a certain edge.’



Jess grinned and ran her hands down his back to his ass and squeezed. ‘You are a dirty old man, Professor Lupin,’ she teased as he lowered his head to kiss her.

‘And you are the hottest, sexiest woman I have ever met,’ he murmured, his lips moving down to kiss her neck.

Jess moaned as he found a sensitive spot and lifted her leg to wrap around him, holding him close. Remus groaned and ran his hand down to her buttock and pressed her harder against him.

‘And your ass is fucking fantastic,’ he said, moving his mouth back to hers. She giggled then her mind went blank as Remus kissed her again.



They made out for a long time, their arousal growing and their hands wandering until neither of them could stand to wait any longer.

‘Remus,’ Jess said, halting him as he was about to push himself inside her. ‘Stop.’ He pulled his face away from hers and looked down at her.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked a little breathlessly. ‘You want to stop? Now?’

She laughed at the slightly desperate look on his face and pushed at him, rolling out from underneath him.

‘No,’ she said, turning around so her back was to him. ‘I thought, since you like my ass so much, you’d like a closer look at it this time.’



He grinned and she hastily said, ‘You do know what I mean, don’t you? I’m sorry, Remus but no one puts anything in my…’

Remus laughed and kissed her hard, moving his hand around to stroke her. ‘I know exactly what you mean,’ he said as she moaned.

He pulled her hips back to press against him as she moved to her hands and knees. She groaned loudly as he entered her, hearing him echo the noise.

‘Christ, you feel like heaven, Jess,’ he moaned, pulling back then pushing back into her. They moved together until his thrusts became fast and erratic and Jess cried out, pushing her ass back hard as she shattered around him. One more thrust sent Remus over the edge, crying out loudly as he slammed into her.



Jess collapsed on the bed, and gasped, ‘Fuck, Remus. You’re going to kill me.’ He fell to the bed next to her and threw an arm over her.

‘I’ve got fifteen years on you, honey,’ he groaned, rolling her onto her side and draping himself over her. ‘You’ll knock me off first.’

Jess giggled then yawned, wriggling closer to him. ‘Night, Remus,’ she murmured, bringing his hand to her mouth and kissing it.

‘Night, beautiful,’ he mumbled into her neck, his lips brushing her skin.