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Bad Moon Rising	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 16619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 10: Don�t Fight It

I can't fight this feeling any longer. �.And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. ��.What started out as friendship, Has grown stronger. ��I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

Remus lay in his bed staring at the cracked and peeling ceiling of his room the same as he had done every night for nearly a week. Hermione was his mate and she was carrying his child. He couldn�t leave her now. It wasn�t going to be easy for him to walk away from her to begin with but now, now it was impossible, he couldn�t abandon the baby. A daughter, his daughter. She was going to need him to guide her, to help her adjust to the affliction he had passed on to her. Would she hate him for it?

His brain rolled around all of the possible outcomes, primarily focusing on the negative as he almost always did. He didn�t mean to be a pessimist, he certainly didn�t enjoy it, but that was just how things processed for him. He had known so little joy in his life that he had come to always expect the worst in everything and everyone. Everyone except her. She was the one person he had never found fault in. The one person that didn�t leave him waiting for disappointment. She was perfect in his eyes and as miraculous as it was she seemed to love him.

He loved her, desired her, respected her and wanted to be with her, but could he love her as she deserved to be loved? Could he give her what she needed to be happy? What were people going to say? Would they understand? Would the accept them? His mind was a murky ocean of pessimism and fear that he was having difficulty sailing through.

He heard the floorboards creaking in the hall and rolled his head on the pillow to stare at door. A quick sniff told him it was Hermione and he became curious. It was after two in the morning and she should be asleep already. The knob turned slowly and he watched as the door inched open and she stepped gingerly into the dark room. His keen night vision allowed him to see her clearly as she closed the door behind her and crept across the room, no doubt she thought him sleeping.

She was wearing a long, flowing gown in some silvery shade he couldn�t quite make out in the darkness. It was silky, shiny and clung to her curves enticingly, definitely not the usual cotton nightshirts, flannel pajamas or the thermal underwear he had often seen her sleeping in. This was definitely new and she wasn�t wearing it to sleep.

She sat on the side of his bed and he laid there, his eyes slitted, and watched as she reached out and brushed her fingertips over his eyebrows. She was so gentle, so tender in the way she touched him. Even after all he put her through, the way he had taken her without an ounce of softness, she still sought to soothe him, to comfort him with her touch. There had never been a witch quite like Hermione Granger. He doubted that anyone else would have handled their situation so well. She accepted it, accepted him without anger, without blame. Instead of searching for a way out or cursing him she sought to work it out for both their sakes. She was incredible.

�What are you doing in here, Hermione?� He asked quietly so not to startle her. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and brushed her fingers over his mouth, the soft hair of his mustache tickling her fingertips.

�You�ve avoided me for days now, Remus. I couldn�t stand it any longer. I am not going away, the baby isn�t going away, you have to acknowledge us sometime.� She wanted him to realize what they could have.

�I needed time to think. You�you are too accepting of this, you aren�t thinking about what it means in the future, to be bound to a werewolf for eternity, to deal with the affliction month after month after month�..� She pressed her fingers to his lips.

�Remus, stop, my acceptance comes easily only because I have loved you so long. I never thought you would look at me like that, see me as anything other than a girl, a former student. I have what I want being handed to me on a silver platter�but you aren�t cooperating.� She leaned over him, resting her weight on one hand while she continued to explore his face with the other. �I have thought about the future, dreamed about it, planned it out a million times in my head. I know what your condition entails, I have lived with it and you for the last 3 years and still I want you.�

�But we wouldn�t be able to continue living here, Hermione. We would have to find our own home where you and the child would have to deal with me every month�what if I hurt you?� He tried to sit up but she let her weight drop onto him and pinned him to the bed.

�We will just make arrangements for you in our home or you can spend the night here during the full moon. It�s easy enough to find a way, stop trying to find reasons for us not to work.� She laid her hands on the sides of his face and lowered her head so their lips nearly brushed.

�There are so many reasons not to do this.� His lips itched to press into hers.

�There are reasons to do this also.� She kissed him lightly. �I love you for one, our baby for two and then there is this.� She covered his lips with hers, parting them slightly as she kissed him. He moaned against her lips and wrapped his arms around her. For the first time he kissed her slowly. He tasted her, explored the contours of her mouth with his and it felt incredible, right. He pulled the blanket from between them and scooted towards the center of the bed, pulling her beneath the quilt with him as he savored the unique flavor of his mate.

She brought her hands between them and slowly began to unfasten the buttons of his pajama top, sliding her hands inside to smooth over the hot skin of his torso. She threaded her fingers through the thin smattering of curls across his chest and felt him shiver slightly. She felt powerful in that moment as he responded to her touch. Their lips parted reluctantly as he let her push the pajama top off of his shoulders, sliding his arms out of it and flinging it into the darkness. His hands skimmed over her back, the silky smooth skin left bare by the low dipping back of her gown.

�I�ve never seen you wear anything like this to bed before.� He whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the fragile little straps at her shoulders.

�I wore it for you.� He knew she would be blushing. �Not that you are really getting to see it, its quite pretty, blue if you cant tell the color in the dark.� She was nervous and rambling just a little. She sat up and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the front of the gown drop into her lap as she bared her breasts to him.

�Nothing you wear could make you any more beautiful.� He croaked, propping himself up on his elbow. He pushed her hair back off of her shoulders so he could see her more clearly and was struck by the fact that he hadn�t taken a moment to really look at her either time he had taken her. She was a beautiful woman with smooth creamy skin that reflected the moonlight streaming in through the window between the drapes. Round, soft breasts tipped with dusky, nipples beckoned him and he was helpless to refuse. He reached out and cupped her gently, thumbing the peaks tenderly.

She sighed, a soft breathy sound that had goosebumps prickling his skin as she laid back against the bed. She arched into his touch, her hand coming up to stroke her fingertips over his arm as he continued to fondle her breasts. He bent low and replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue. He suckled gently, his tongue circling and rubbing over the peak as she writhed and moaned beneath him. His hand smoothed over her belly, easing the silky gown down over her hips and thighs. She bent her legs, shifting them back and forth until they gown vanished into the shadowy foot of the bed to be rediscovered later.

He inhaled sharply to discover that she wore nothing beneath the gown. He pushed the quilt back, hoping she wasn�t cold because he couldn�t bear to have her covered up. She lay still for a moment and let his eyes rake over her in the shadows, somehow she knew he could see every inch of her despite the darkness. He touched her stomach with trembling fingers. He couldn�t see any outward signs of it, but he could sense the little life growing within her. Their daughter, her heartbeat was strong and her life force was reaching out to him. How could he walk away from that? He couldn�t, he wouldn�t, for better or worse he was bound to the woman lying beside him and he would spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy of her.

He bent his head and kissed the spot just below her navel. She squirmed, laughing softly as his mustache tickled her tummy. He caressed her thighs and groaned when she let them fall open and the rich scent of her arousal filled the air around them. With his head resting on her stomach he dipped his fingers between her legs, parting the soft lips of her sex and sliding into the hot, silky depths of her core. A soft sound of pleasure escaped her as he penetrated her with his fingers, her hips lifting to urge him deeper.

He felt her hands in his hair, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp as she rolled her hips beneath his touch. He was intoxicated, mesmerized by the uninhibited response of his woman. He had had lovers in the past, granted they weren�t many, but he had never been so enthralled by a lover�s response as he was with hers. Was it because she was his mate?

�Remus, oh�that feels so good.� She whimpered as he slid his fingers, slick with her cream, up through her swollen folds to roll them over the turgid little clit. He slid it between his fingers, flicked it, tweaked the little nubbin until she bucked hard against him, crying out as her sex pulsed beneath his fingers. She was tugging on his hair lightly and he turned his face up to look at her. �Come to me, make love to me.�

Her whispered plea pulled him slowly up her body, his lips and fingertips marking his path over her skin until he was settled, flush against her with his hips cradled between her thighs. He held himself up on extended arms while she pulled at the snaps closing his pajama bottoms and shoved them down past his hips. She brought her feet up and used them to push the offending garment all the way down and off to join her gown in the tangled sheets.

She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his length, pumping him slowly in her fist for a moment before guiding him to where she desired him. He held her gaze as he pushed the head of his cock into her tight channel. He lowered himself onto her completely resting his weight on his bent arms. Her hands curled into his shoulders and she lifted her head to press her lips to his. He opened his mouth over hers, his tongue penetrating her mouth at the same time as his cock penetrated her sex fully. The sensation of both had her whining around his tongue as she sucked it deeper into her mouth.

Remus had to reign himself in as she closed around him, so hot, wet and tight. It was difficult to fight the need rising in him, an urge to fuck her hard and fast that he had never felt with anyone other than her. He took care to move slowly, tenderly inside her, despite the fact that her legs were wrapping around his hips and urging him to move faster, to take her harder and deeper.

�No�not this time.� He rasped when her nails bit into his skin and she began to thrust her hips up against him. �Slow�let me love you slow.�

She whimpered and tried to calm down, but it was torture to feel him moving so slowly, sliding in and out of her, pushing her closer and closer to the pinnacle. She was too inexperienced to be able to understand the beauty of a slow buildup, to putting the pleasure off until you can�t bear it any longer. She knew her body sought release, knew she could get it from him and in her fledgling state as a sexual being her culmination was all she could focus on. Her movements became urgent, desperate and he was helpless to do anything other than fulfill her needs. He moved faster, thrusting harder as he pushed them both closer to the peak.

�Remus�I love you.� She moaned. Her legs tightened around his hips and he could feel them trembling, her entire body shuddering as orgasm washed over her. Her sex clamped down on him like a vise, stilling all movement as her sleek inner muscles caressed him, pulsating around him and massaging his erection until he spilled into her with a hoarse shout. He shook with the force of it as he pressed his face into the side of her throat and kissed her damp, salty flavored skin.

She refused to let him go, her arms and legs holding him tight against her. He chuckled softly and grabbed her thigh, tugging gently.

�You need to let me go, Luv.� He said softly. When her legs dropped he withdrew from her body and reached for his wand on the nightstand, cleaning them both with a quick spell before moving to her side and pulling her against him. She snuggled in close, her arms around his waist and one leg draped over his thighs her head resting just above his pounding heart.

�Goodnight, Remus.� She said quietly, turning her head and kissing his chest. She was almost asleep already.

�Goodnight, Hermione.� He ran his fingers through her curls over and over as he stared at the ceiling once more. Happiness was in his arms sighing contentedly, all he had to do was reach out and take hold of it.

***Lyric from Cant Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon

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