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Summer of '76	By : xXTheMadRussianXx Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Remus!” She giggled out, holding her hands up in defense as I splashed a wave of lake water at her fiery curls.

“Whachu gonna do ‘bout it?” I tease, swimming towards her more, pulling my hands to chest-level, getting ready to splash her again.

            She screamed and laughed simultaneously, in a way that only she could seem to. It was light and fun and delicate and oh, so beautiful of a sound – her laugh. I’m absolutely smitten with her.

            She started to run away from me as I edged closer, and as I reached shore she had found a hiding spot behind the old swinging tree. She was smiling and laughing and being coy and full of life and love and happiness… I ran over to her, grabbing her delicate waist in my calloused fingers and running my fingernails over her abdomen, making her shriek with more of that wonderful laughter. I pinned her to the ground with her laughter.

            “Oh, Remus! Oh, please! Stop it! Stop! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” She choked out between tears, she was laughing so hard.

            I could never say no to her. I stopped, and sat back to look at her; to marvel at the beautiful woman in front of me. “Lily?”

            “Hmm?” She sighed out; fluttering her eyes in a way she knew drove me mad.

            I sat there for a moment, just bloody looking at her. Long, red hair flowing in waves and tides past her shoulders, down her back, lying across her perfect, full, round breasts; her green eyes twinkling in the summer sun, looking more perfect than any emerald or diamond could ever come close to, and with just the right hint of mischief; her suede vest barely covering her chest and tight stomach, leaving way to a tiny midriff that curved ever-so-wonderfully into a thin, ankle-length skirt that gave her wings to fly as she dances in the grass. Her bare feet crossed neatly under her succulent, curvy buttocks and soft hands crossed neatly on her lap, waiting for a response. She was absolutely the most beautiful creature on Earth. There was nothing more perfect than Lily Evans. Not a single, bloody thing.

            “I can never say this right. But I still like trying, in hopes one day you’ll understand the full extent of what I mean.” I finally say, scootching closer to her to sit beside the girl, the woman, the love of my sixteen-year-old life. I take her small, delicate little hand in mine, stroking the soft texture of her skin as I look into her eyes. “You. Are. Incredible. The most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Your eyes can captivate me; I get lost in them. It’s like swimming in a vast ocean of only the clearest and cleanest waters, sailing on a sea that brings me to a new world. Your lips – so soft and smooth, seem to be singing a song no matter the situation at hand. They hum the sweetest of tunes, the simplest of melodies; they speak the most genius of ideas, the grandest of schemes, and the most beautiful words ever spoken.”

            “Remus, you’ve told me all this a million times before, and it’s all the most wonderful thing a man has ever said to me, but…”

            “No, Lily. See? You still don’t understand…” I say, pulling away a bit and looking at her again.

            “What don’t I understand?”

            “That it’s not me saying it as just a man. They’re not my words. It’s what you do to me whenever I get near you. It’s what you do to men, as a sex. It’s the most dangerous gift in the world that you possess. You have the ability to have anything you ever wanted on a silver platter, held in front of you on your throne like a queen, Lily.” She was shaking her head as if to tell me ‘no.’ “And the worst part is you don’t even believe me.”

            “Remus.” She said my name so gently, so lovingly, so undeniably Lily… “Understand the fact that I believe you would do that for me, given the resources… But I highly doubt anyone else would once they got past the fact that, alright, I may be slightly good-looking to some men.”

            “Well, at least that’s a bloody start. I’ve got you believing that you are ‘good-looking to some men.’ Now I’ve got to get it through to you it’s not just ‘some men’ it’s ALL men. And you’re not ‘good-looking,’ Lily, you’re gorgeous.”

            She giggled, a light, fluttery noise, and then she hung her head in defeat. She looked up at me, smiling, shifting her body so it was closer to mine. She wrapped her pretty little hands around my neck, pulling me close to her, nose-to-nose. “If I have to believe I’m gorgeous, then you have to believe you are.” She whispered, placing a small kiss to a scar on my chin.

            “You know how this works, Lil. You’re Beauty; I’m the Beast.” I look her in the eyes again. I pressed my lips gently to hers, just as she thought of something to say. She decided to wait for it, and for now just to enjoy our lips touching.

            I crawled closer to her, deepening the kiss, running my hands through her thick, red hair and down the slender, velvet-like skin of her back. She pressed into my touch, bringing her slender form closer to me, sliding her hands down my back, still a little wet from being in the water. I move my lips from hers down her soft cheek, taking a second to run my tongue up the side of her earlobe and blow gently on it as I came back down towards her long, swan-like neck, so brilliantly sculpted I can’t even find words for it. She drags her fingernails up my back, lightly, playfully, and runs her fingertips over my scalp. I bring my hand up to slither across her stomach, then, ever-so-gently, cup her left breast; letting my fingers tickle up the front and to the middle where I could undo her vest to set those wonderful, succulent globes free. I felt her breathing change as soon as I did this, her posturing becoming completely different… I felt her beginning to submit to me; giving herself to me completely. She rolled her head to the side to give me more access as I gently nipped at her neck, squeezing me closer to her, pulling me, begging me to get on top.

            I could never say no to her.

            I rolled her back by pressing gently on her shoulder, that wonderful, golden, slender thing that it was; and keeping my hand behind her head as I lay it on the soft grass near the tree. I drag my lips down her collar as I shift to dominate her. Her breath hitches in her throat when I happen across a tiny nipple; daring enough to let it enter my mouth; rubbing it gently between my teeth. Her fingers tighten around the locks of my hair as I stay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the little nub in my mouth and the way that when I sucked on it the sensation made her rock her hips into me and arch her back and almost moan. She looked down at me with those holy green orbs and inside them I saw her holding herself back from what she truly wanted to do: remove the two pieces of clothing between us. I smile at her, kissing down her tummy until I reach her skirt. I drag my hands over her breasts from her shoulders, around her rib cage, and down to her hips, where I remove the skirt, inch by inch, minute by minute, kissing every new piece of flesh that appears to me in that minute. By the time she was nude she was panting out my name and pulling my head towards her lips – although not the ones on her face. I was more than happy to oblige, however, and as I stuck my tongue between her vulvas I felt how much she needed me by the fact she was dripping wet for me. She let out a moan when I ran my tongue across her clitoris, and almost screamed when I inserted a finger into her warmth. Her head was rocking back and forth, nonsensical words falling from her lips, straight to my pulsing member.

            “Remus… enough… please, I’ll go mad… please…”

            “Please what, Lily?”

            “Please make love to me, Remus… Make love to me like you always do… Like you always have… Like you always will… Please…”

            I smiled as I kissed back up her torso until I reached her face. She gave me no time to look into her eyes before she pulled me down into a passionate kiss, full of lust and hunger and tongue and sweet, sugary chocolate all at the same time. I felt her reach her hand down to my shorts, pulling at the leg of them in a futile effort to remove them from our current position. It wasn’t so much that was what made me pulse as the whine of disappointment she let sound from the back of her throat when she failed. I helped her to slide them off me, setting my aching cock free. In sitting up to do so, it gave her a chance to bounce up and capture the length in her mouth, letting the tip slide between her beautiful lips and down her throat. At that moment I knew I was the luckiest man in the world for having this woman with me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come or just senselessly make love to her for hours there; have her be mine and mine alone, mine forever, like she said.

            “Remus… Please…” She said, and I noticed she had lay back down after making me slick enough to slide into her without pain. Her legs slightly spread so I could see the beautiful, pink, sopping wet pussy in front of me; her finger pressed to her mouth, waiting for me to enter into her; her hair spread out behind her like a halo and golden skin glowing in fading sunlight.

            I lowered myself slowly, placing my tip at her tight, wet hole, looking deeply into her eyes.

            “Remus… I’ll go mad… PLEASE.” She begged… she was so far gone I believed she would go mad. I could never say no. I pressed in, as gently as I could, but she still hissed in pain from the girth spreading her almost-virgin passage apart. The heat from her was almost too much to bear, tightness of the whole thing aside. It never ceased to amaze me how much like a virgin she felt every single time. The feel of her, the way her hips were gyrating and her back arching and her head moving back and forth and her nails digging down my back… I never wanted to let her go. She was mine. Mine, dammit! I let my hips drop into hers during one of her thrusts and she let out a small yelp from the unexpected depth of it. Nonetheless, she was moaning and scratching and kissing and begging and just being the most beautiful creature on the face of the planet as I met her tightness over and over and over again with deep thrusts set to knock against that spot… that wonderful spot that makes her scream every time, the spot that can make her squirt if I hit it just the right way. I let my head rest on the ground next to her so I could suck on her neck while I loved her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every now and again: “You’re beautiful,” “You mean everything to me,” “I never want to leave you,” “Let me love you forever,” “I will never hurt you,” “I love you more than I’ll ever love anything again, Lily Evans…”

            Hours passed. The sun went down and the moon rose and she lay beside me on the grass, still naked, still beautiful, and now sated more than three times. She curled up to my chest and looked up at the sky while I played with her curls, twisting and tangling around my fingertips.

            “Remus?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Are you happy?” She sits up and looks into my eyes, her beautiful form glowing in the light of the half-moon.

            “No.” I said, sitting up to look at her again. “I’m not happy. I’m bloody ecstatic. Thrilled. Loopy in the head, head over heels. And you?”

            She giggled again. I fucking love that sound. I love her. I love her more than I love anything else in this entire bloody world. It hurts so much I love her. I can’t stand it some days.

            “Yes, Remus. I’m happy. I’m happy. I’m… so very much in love with you… I am. I do. I love you, Remus. Every day of my life, forever. I love you.”

            “I love you too, Lily. More than even I’ll ever understand. Stay with me, Lily, please. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

            She nods. We get dressed again and I hold her hand all the way back to my house. I kiss her on the doorstep and we go in, my parents already long asleep by this hour of the night. I lead her up to my room and carry her into the darkness; lay her on the bed, and close and lock the door.
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