Cubicle

Hermione wasn’t a jealous person by nature, but she loathed the way girl’s eyed her husband. She sat in her chair during Remus’s conference about equal rights and glared at the girl’s in the audience. Oh no, she was no fool, she knew why Remus was so popular. He was a good-looking, nearly fifty year old male, who oozed sex appeal. She was lucky to have him and she wasn’t above scaring fangirls away.
Remus introduced her to the audience and she smiled and stood up.
“Thank you, dear,” she said, just loud enough for the girls in the front row to hear her. She gave them a meaningful look, actually it was more like ‘Back off ladies, he’s mine’. She gave her planned speech, though she noticed that she wasn’t quite getting the reception Remus was. She finished and then took her seat back, next to her husband, holding his hand.
There was a redhead in the front row glaring at her and looking smug. Hermione wanted to stand up and tell her no chance in hell, but instead, she sat there, looking the proper wife and pretended to pay attention to what everyone else was saying.
When everyone was done speaking, they did as they normally would. They mingled with the crowd and Hermione couldn’t help notice the red head flirting with Remus. She dug her nails into the palms of her hand and excused herself from the person she was talking to. She narrowed her eyes in on Remus and crossed the room to meet him. He was so engrossed with what he was talking about, he didn’t notice her right away.
She came up behind him and wrapped her arm around her chest.
“Hello, dear,” she said, looking up at him smiling.
“Ah, Callie, this is my wife, Hermione. Hermione this is Callie, she says she is most interested in werewolf rights,” Remus said.
“I bet,” Hermione said, giving her a fake smile. Callie reached her hand out, but Hermione pretended that she didn’t see it. Instead she glared at her. “Darling, I wanted a word.”
“Oh of course,” Remus said. She watched as he gave the other woman a smile. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Oh, I hope we’ll meet again sometime.” Callie said, giving Remus bedroom eyes. “In fact, I’m sure we will.” Hermione glared at her and grabbed her husband’s hand.
“Come on, it’s urgent.” She turned as they walked away to give them other woman a gloating smile that she knew conveyed her thought of ‘he’s going home with me’.
“What did you need?” Remus asked, as they neared the bathrooms.
“You,” Hermione said, grinning like the cat that had caught the mouse.
“Hermione,” Remus said. “We’re at a conference.”
“So?”
“I love it when you get like this,” he said, now grinning himself. She pulled him into the toilet and then into a cubicle, careful to lock it behind them. She put her arms around his neck and began kissing him, his hands were already finding their way into her clothing. She moved her lips down his neck and began undoing the buttons to his collared shirt. His hands moved to her breasts and she moaned. She finished undoing the buttons and pulled away. She ran her hands down his chest and began playing with the skin just under the band of his trousers.
“Tease,” Remus muttered. She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head up to kiss him. She unbuttoned his trousers and his zipper, his eyes were closed and he looked like he was enjoying himself far too much. She stroked the skin just underneath and he let out a small sound. He moaned her name. She kissed his chest and then slowly moved up to his neck. He was pulling her close now and he was sliding one of his hands under her skirt.
“Damn your stockings,” Remus said, his hands moved up to her waist line and tugged at them. “How the hell do you get these things on?”
“Magic,” Hermione said, grinning.
“Oh don’t make me rip the stupid things off,” Remus replied, still pulling at them. Finally he got them off and his hand moved to edge of her knickers, sliding his hand underneath. She closed her eyes and leaned up against him.
“Remus,” she moaned.
“Two can play at that game, love,” he said. She felt him push her back against the cubicle and he slid his hand up her back and unfastened her bra strap. His hand moved to her stomach and up to her breast, teasing her nipple. He pulled at her knickers pulled her up and against the wall of the cubicle. He had pushed his trousers down just enough was pushing against her. She closed her eyes as he entered her and she moaned his name. She pushed her legs up against the far side of the cubicle and began pushing back against him. She let out a little moan every time he pushed up against her.
She began panting, enjoying everything that Remus was doing to her. He felt so…well words couldn’t even begin to explain how good he felt.
Remus moaned and pushed up against her one last time, out of breath. She looked up to see him, he was sweating and taking deep breaths. She grinned.
“Well that was an eventful way to end the night,” she teased.
“Who said the night was over?” Hermione looked up at him and he was kissing her again.