Everything I Ever Wanted

Short but sweet. A big moment for the couple. Reviews?





Chapter Eight



‘It’s nothing special, you know,’ Remus said, as he and Billie prepared to apparate. ‘It’s only ever been me living there, and I wasn’t employed for ninety percent of my life….’ ‘Remus, if you don’t want me there…’ she said, with a frown, but he shook his head. ‘No, I do…’ he began, stopping when she kissed him.

‘Then let’s go,’ she said softly, against his lips.

He smiled then sighed. ‘Alright.’

He took her hand and spun on the spot, apparating from outside the gates of Hogwarts.

They reappeared outside a slightly run down looking house; the only one that could be seen around. Billie shivered. It was freezing here.

‘Come on,’ he said, pulling her by the hand and walking towards the house. ‘I’ll get a fire going.’

He used his wand to unlock the door, and they stepped over the threshold.



It was Christmas Eve, and Remus had suggested that he and Billie spend a day or two away from Hogwarts, at his house. He’d wanted to get her away for a while; she was concerned her father would show up again when he found out she’d given him the wrong key for her Gringotts vault. Remus was also worried about what would happen if the man showed his face again. He had been so very angry when Billie told him what the man had done to her, and he was scared of what he might do to him if he turned up. He had thought it best to get both of them out of there for a little while.



That night had, despite Billie’s fears, bought them closer. Remus now realising the extent of his feelings for her; and beginning to understand that she was feeling similarly towards him. He felt happier than he knew he’d ever been, and he wanted to share more about his life with her; to open up to her the way she had to him. But he was very unsure about her reaction to the way he lived: simply, poorly. That’s why he bought her here, to his house. He wanted her to know what she was getting into.



Billie looked around, feeling a pang of guilt. Despite the pain she’d suffered throughout her life, she’d never wanted for material possessions. Remus had suffered a different type of abuse, but it was abuse none the less. His house was very sparse, only the absolute necessities, and everything looked worn out. But he’d done his best to make it a comfortable place, and it was warm and welcoming.



Billie knew that he’d had trouble getting employment because of the laws the Ministry had passed, although since Kingsley Shacklebolt had taken over as Minister for Magic, things had improved. One of the first things he’d done was scrap the laws preventing employment of werewolves. Remus had confided that Kingsley was a friend, and that had a lot to do with his unpopular decision to remove those laws.



Remus had conjured a fire, and the cold was seeping out of the air. He watched her look around, a little insecure about his decision to show her where he lived when not at Hogwarts. He’d suffered poverty most of his adult life, and it showed in his threadbare, worn down house. Billie had found a photograph in a frame and she picked it up, looking at it closely.



‘This isn’t Harry Potter, is it?’ she asked, holding it out. ‘It must be a relative though…’ Remus nodded.

‘His father,’ he said, moving over to stand with her. ‘And that is Sirius Black. They were my best friends at school. They’re both dead now.’

He couldn’t disguise the sadness in his voice, and Billie turned to him, putting the photo down.

‘Sorry,’ she said, but he smiled and shook his head.

‘No, that’s fine,’ he assured her, putting his arms around her waist. ‘I’ll tell you about them later. I’ve got some more photos around here somewhere.’ He laughed. ‘We were quite the pranksters at school.‘

Billie smiled as well. ‘I imagined you as a serious, book worm type, not a teacher’s worst nightmare,’ she said, sliding her arms around him.

Remus’ grin broadened. ‘I was,’ he said. ‘But I had my shining moments. James and Sirius were unstoppable though.’ His smile faded a little.



Are you sure you want to talk about them?’ she asked. ‘If it upsets you …’

He bought his hands to her face. ‘No. I want you to know about me, and they were a big part of my life,’ he said, leaning down to kiss her.

‘So,’ he said, looking around. ‘It’s nothing special, but it’s home.’ Billie grinned.

‘I think it’s great.’ He stared at her quizzically.

‘I do,’ she insisted. ‘Ok, so it’s a little run down and bare, but its warm and comfortable.’ She grinned up at him. ‘Of course, I’m assuming there’s a bed. If not, my opinion may change quickly.’

Remus smiled cheekily. ‘I’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table over there, what on earth would we need a bed for?’ he said, breaking out of her embrace, and leading her to a room off the living area.



Billie moved past him when he stopped in the door way. ‘Hmm,’ she said, sitting on the bed and bouncing a little. ‘Not bad.’

She shuffled back and lay down, bouncing again. ‘I don’t know,’ she said, sitting up and shaking her head. ‘Something’s not quite right…’

She giggled as Remus threw himself down next to her. ‘That’s what was missing,’ she said, reaching for him and pulling him onto her.

He grinned and leant down to kiss her, letting it grow until it became needier and they were pulling each other’s clothes off.



‘I’ve never had a woman in this bed, you know,’ he said, his mouth on her neck as his hands moved down her body.

‘Really?’ she said, gasping as a hand ran up her inner thigh. ‘So your bed’s a virgin?’

‘Mmm,’ he said, moaning a little as her hand wandered between his legs. ‘Until I met you, it had been a long time between girlfriends, and I never invited any of them home.’



‘Never?’ she said, raising her head from his shoulder to look at him.

He looked up at her. ‘Never,’ he confirmed, smiling, then lowering his head to her breast. ‘You’re the first.’

‘I’m your girlfriend?’ she asked, smiling a little.

Remus looked up again, a tiny frown on his face. ‘Am I assuming too much?’ he asked, but she shook her head.

‘No,’ she said softly. ‘I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that but I suppose I am your girlfriend.’

Billie grinned, and pushed him over onto his back. ‘That makes you my boyfriend, you know.’

‘Mmm,’ he said, as her lips moved over his chest. ‘I’ll be whoever the hell you want if you just keep doing that,’ he said, drawing in a sharp breath when her hand gripped him.



His hands moved back to their previous position, sliding into her as his head lifted so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.

‘Shit,’ she groaned, as his fingers bought her closer to her release. ‘I can’t wait, Remus.’ She moved so he was under her, and he pushed up, feeling the tip of him slide into her. ‘Fuck!’ she said loudly, and slammed herself down on him hard.



‘Fuck!’ Remus echoed her curse, feeling himself suddenly surrounded by her. He grabbed her hips.

‘Do that again,’ he said, his voice strained as he helped her lift herself and pulled her down hard again.

‘Christ,’ he groaned as she continued the movement, Remus helping her move faster as he felt himself already coming undone.

‘God, do you know what you do to me?’ he whispered harshly as his hips thrust up to meet her.

He couldn’t hear her strangled reply as he felt her body convulse, gripping him hard and he swore again as he came with her.



Remus pulled her down, kissing her hard, their breathing ragged. When he let her go, she buried her face into his neck, kissing the scarred skin there. Tracing a scar with her tongue, she smiled when she heard him groan.

‘I love your house, Remus,’ she murmured, and heard him laugh.



They lounged around the house for the day, Remus insisting that, as Billie was the guest, he look after her. He made her lunch then found his old photo’s, spending the afternoon sitting with her between his legs, leaning against him as they looked through the pictures of his childhood and school years. He told her all about his friendship with the other ‘Marauders’ as he and his friends were known as, and then explained about how they died, including Sirius’ supposed treachery and his subsequent death, and Peter’s very real betrayal of them all.

Billie kissed him gently, offering him comfort as talking about his friends distressed him. She then asked him about his school years and they laughed as he reminisced about some of the pranks he and his mates used to pull.



After dinner, they lay on the couch together, Billie lying next to him, across his chest as they read, having found that they shared the same taste in reading material. Billie yawned just before midnight, and Remus lay down the book they‘d been sharing.

‘We should go to bed,’ he said, yawning as well. But neither of them moved.

‘It’s nearly Christmas,’ she said, looking at his watch.

‘Mmm,’ he murmured, stroking her hair, running his hand down her back. He suddenly moved, turning a little to look at her.



‘Friends of mine contacted me a couple of days ago, asking me to spend Christmas day with them,’ he said, seeing her look up at him. ‘I told them I wasn’t sure, but I contacted them earlier and said yes.’

Billie felt disappointed. She had hoped to spend the day with him, but she smiled at him, not wanting him to feel obligated to her.

‘Sounds good,’ she said encouragingly. ‘Spending time with friends and family - that’s what Christmas is for, isn’t it?’

‘So, you don’t mind?’ he said, with a smile.

‘Of course not,’ she said, moving so she was sitting up. ‘I’ve got to go to the bathroom, then I think I’m ready for bed.’

She pushed herself up then looked down at him. ‘It sounds like fun, Remus,’ she said, standing up and walking over to the bathroom, seeing his smile as she shut the door.



When she came out of the bathroom, he was in bed, apparently asleep. Billie slid into bed carefully, trying not to wake him. She lay down staring up at the ceiling with a frown. She’d been more upset that she should have been by the fact he made other arrangements for Christmas Day.

Her jaw clenched. She had grown to care for him, more than she’d ever cared for anyone else, but she was beginning to suspect that her feelings were deeper than she’d realised. That, maybe, she loved him. She sighed. Actually, there was no maybe about it. She did love him.

Billie closed her eyes against the tears that suddenly welled up. She’d opened herself up to him; but what if his plans for tomorrow meant he wanted to slow down; to pull away. She didn’t know how she would cope with that now.



‘Belle?’ she heard him whisper, and she opened her eyes in surprise. She thought he was asleep. ‘What’s wrong?’

She shook her head, turning it slightly away from him, embarrassed at being caught getting teary.

‘Nothing,’ she said, lightly. ‘Just trying to get used to a strange bed.’ She tried to make a brush at a tear look like she was scratching her face.

‘Look at me then,’ he said softly, turning onto his side.

‘I’m comfortable where I am,’ she said, trying to sound like she was sleepy.

But when she didn’t move, he put a hand to her face and turned it so he could see her.



‘Bella,’ he said, seeing the dampness on her cheek. ‘Are you upset about tomorrow? I thought you sounded a little strange. Did you want to do something else?’

She shook her head. ‘No, I’m not….’

‘Because we don’t have to go if you don’t want to,’ he said. ‘I…I wanted to introduce you to my friends, but if you think it’s too soon…’

‘What?’ she said, with a frown. He looked down at her confused.

‘You want me to come with you tomorrow?’ she asked, not wanting to get her hopes up. He looked surprised. ‘Of course I do,’ he said. ‘Didn’t I say that?’



Billie shook her head and Remus swore. ‘Belle, I’m sorry,’ he said, pulling her closer to him for a moment. ‘I thought you’d know that I wanted you to come with me. Did you think I didn’t want to spend the day with you?’

‘Well, this is pretty new and I can understand you wanting to spend the day with friends,’ she said, happiness rising in her chest. He did want to spend Christmas with her.

‘I turned the invitation down originally because I wanted to spend the day with you,’ he said, looking at her. ‘But when you said you’d come here with me, I thought we could go together. My friends are the only family I’ve got now, and I want them to meet you; to get to know you. I want them….’

He stopped and swallowed hard. ‘I…I want them to love you as much as I do.’



Billie felt her breath catch in her throat. Did he just say what she thought he said? ‘What…what did you say?’ she said, stumbling over her words.

‘I know it’s only been a few months, and I know it might be too soon for you,’ he said, talking quickly. ‘But I know what I feel. I love you, Bella.’

He looked at her shocked face. ‘I didn’t say it to hear it back,’ he said quietly, although he had hoped to. ‘I just needed to tell you…’

‘I love you too,’ she said softly, smiling when he looked up at her sharply.

‘Say that again,’ he said, touching her face with his hand.

‘It’s ridiculously soon, but I’ve never felt like this before, Remus,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘I love you.’



Remus grinned broadly. ‘Really?’ he asked, as if he couldn’t quite believe it was true. ‘With all my heart,’ she said, her face serious.

Remus smiled, softer this time, and learnt forward, kissing her gently. He shifted so he was leaning over her, and they kissed for a long time, until they ached with their desire for each other.



Remus pulled off Billie’s shirt, and his mouth made it’s way slowly down her body, stopping occasionally to tease her. He kissed every inch of skin, and when he reached her heat, she didn’t take long to fall, shaking and crying out, into her release. He moved, sliding into her body, both of them moving slowly in an ancient rhythm.

Their movements began to become hurried as their pleasure started to become unbearable. When Remus whispered, ‘I love you’ into her ear, Belle arched her back, giving in to him again as he bought her back to the height of passion. With a soft cry against her skin, Remus lost himself deep within her, hearing her declaration of love murmured as he kissed her, both of them giving all of themselves to each other in that moment.



They lay next to each other, arms and legs entwined as they stroked hands over each other’s skin. ‘You have the gentlest hands,‘ she murmured, and he smiled.

‘You have the softest skin,‘ he said, kissing her shoulder. She smiled to herself as his hand tickled her ribs, and snuggled closer to him, feeling him sigh and tighten his arms around her.

‘You make me happy, Remus,’ Billie said suddenly. ‘I’ve never been happy before: not like this.’

He smiled into her hair, and kissed the side of her head where his lips lay.

‘Me either,’ he admitted, his voice slightly muffled by her head. ‘I thought I was content with the solitary life I had, but now I know how lonely I was.’

Billie turned and looked at him. ‘We have a lot in common, don’t we?’ she said with a smile. ‘I’ve been numb all my life, Remus. Thank you for showing me how to feel.’



Remus stared at her, then leaned forward and kissed her, feeling his lips shake against hers, which were also trembling. When he pulled away, he smiled at her.

‘Merry Christmas,’ he said, and she grinned, and echoed his words, ‘Merry Christmas.’