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Coming of Age (Female Potter)	By : stargazer67 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 11694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once they go upstairs, he hugs her and kisses her on the top of her head before breaking off to go to his room. Just as she is turning to go into her own room, she hears him call out her name in a terrified voice.
She runs to his room and sees the full moon just rising through the window; he’s been so busy at work lately that he’s lost track of the days himself. He is panting and begs her to quickly put him in the shackles at the four corners of the bed, that he’d had put there long ago just in case of such an emergency. He’s already clapped one of them on his leg himself, and she hurries to help him with the rest. She also creates a globe of silence around his room, so that the children won’t be awakened by his howling.
She has of course seen him transform once before, years ago at Hogwarts; but this time she should not be in any danger, and she remains for a while watching him, and wondering if there is anything else she can do for him. She remembers that he’s said that hunting is one of the prime imperatives, so she leaves him and goes outside, finding a pigeon to stun and bring in. It’s not much, but maybe it will help.
He snarls and slavers at her when she comes back in, and she tosses it onto his chest – he snaps at it, blood spraying as he tears into it and swallows it in two bites. It doesn’t seem enough so she goes out and finds another, which he devours the same way, and then he quiets a bit and whines. She’d temporarily forgotten what the second imperative was, until she sees that he now has a massive erection, penis fully out of its sheath and with his legs chained to the bedposts as they are, she can hardly miss it.
She really doesn’t know what to do, now – should she leave him like that for the rest of the night, unable to do anything about it – or should she try to help him with this, too? And is she even willing to try to? She wonders idly whether Tonks ever had to try to help him out this way…she’d give a lot for some salient advice right about now. As she’s thinking he begins to howl again, and the sound of it goes right through her.
Finally she decides that she’ll do what she can, she just can’t bear the pain and longing to his howls. She knows she does not dare to get within reach of his jaws, but she can approach him from the end of the bed safely. She really doesn't want to do this, but she thinks what she’d want him to do for her, if their roles were reversed; and she thinks that if it was her, she’d probably be begging for relief from the animal lust, so much stronger than a human’s, because humans have no particular ‘season’ the way animals do.
Screwing up her courage, and with a strong conviction that he’d probably do whatever he could for her if it was her, she leans over the end of the bed, making a fist and sliding it over his penis. His howls stop immediately and change to crooning cries, as she begins to stroke him – still taking care to never get within biting range, lest he decide that the imperative to make another werewolf that way is even stronger than the drive to reproduce biologically is.
She strokes him to ejaculation, only remembering as the base of his penis swells up to nearly twice the diameter of the rest of it that dogs and wolves usually stay attached to their partners for up to a half-hour afterwards, ejaculating into them repeatedly. So, she continues to hold onto him until it stops, not sure if letting go too early would undo everything for him. His eyes had closed once he’d begun to climax, and they stay closed even when he’s done – and he falls into a calm sleep as his penis withdraws back into its sheath.
As she goes back to her room and cleans up, getting into bed finally, she’s still not sure how she feels about having done this – whether it was the right thing to have done, or not. She is at least relieved that he can sleep now, and also relieved to recall that he’s told her many times that he does not remember anything that happens when he’s a wolf; she hopes that he’ll just think that she left him immediately.

The next morning, she goes downstairs and makes breakfast for the kids, and wonders whether he’s still sleeping when he doesn’t come down. After she’s sent them out to play, she realizes with a small jolt that he can hardly unshackle himself from the bed because his shackles are protected against any kind of magical release and also prevent him from casting any other type of spell (werewolves typically don’t use any type of magic during their change, usually because they just don’t remember anything about being human at the time; but he’s never wanted to risk it even so). Nor can he call for her either, because she cast the globe of silence around his room and never dismissed it.
She rushes upstairs to his room, and gets another shock – of course, he is completely naked, his clothes don’t magically reappear when he changes back, the way an animagus’s would. He laughs at the look on her face as she blushes hotly, and says, “Well, I guess I have no secrets, now…” and grins at her, breaking the tension and making her grin back at him in spite of herself.
She grabs a blanket off the chair and throws it over him, and then releases the shackles. Sitting up and rubbing his wrists and ankles, he thanks her and says he hopes it wasn’t too bad, and that he’s very sorry that he lost track that way, it was very irresponsible of him.
She leaves him to get showered and dressed, telling him there’s still breakfast in the kitchen if he wants some. He comes down after a while, gets himself some breakfast and coffee, and sits down with it. Once he’s done and bringing his plate back to the sink and rinsing it, he muses that he must have had a fairly easy night, since his wrists and ankles are chafed but not bloody.
Then, cocking his head to the side, he asks, “Where did the blood on my sheets come from?” He gives her an intense look, and she realizes suddenly that he probably fears that she got too close, and he bit her. She knows she will have to tell him the truth, or he will continue to worry (or else she’ll have to strip down then and there to prove to him that there are no marks anywhere on her), and she says that she brought in two pigeons for him, and he ate them.
He stops and stares even more intensely at her after that, and slowly asks her what happened next. She doesn’t answer, but when she looks down and starts blushing furiously again, it is all the answer he needs. He says, “Oh, no…oh, Evie…” and pulls her into his arms, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he tries to think of what to say.
Finally he puts his hand under her chin to make her look up at him, and says, “Evie, I’m so very sorry…you didn’t have to do that, I’d certainly have survived without...”
Still blushing and trying to avoid his eyes, she says, “I just couldn’t leave you like that. And besides, if our positions were reversed, I bet you wouldn’t have left me like that, either.” He smiles a little at that and nods, he probably wouldn’t.
Still holding her, he apologizes again and says that he’ll make sure it never happens again; not only because of that, but also because of the danger he could have put them in, if she hadn’t reacted so quickly to his call and helped to restrain him. He is completely mortified that she felt she had to pleasure him, in beast form – how exactly does one thank someone for that? Tonks had done it for him once also, but she was his wife – for her it was an act of love, and was part of her full acceptance of who and what he was. He felt bad enough about it, that time – this is infinitely worse, and he does not know what to do or say.
He’d love to just escape to work right about now, but he’d have to explain why he was there – normally the day after is a day off, a day to recover. Since he wasn’t actually running around last night (and apparently she satisfied both his needs very early on), he’s not actually tired; but he’d have to explain why he wasn’t, if he went in today.
Evie suddenly starts to shake against him, and at first he thinks she is crying; he lets go so he can look at her, another apology forming on his lips. But it dies unsaid when he sees that she’s actually caught a fit of the giggles. This takes him completely by surprise and he steps back and just watches her, and when she looks up at him she starts laughing even harder. He gives her a somewhat lopsided grin back and perches a hip on the table to wait her out; he knows it’s no good to try to get anything out of her until she can stop laughing long enough to talk coherently.
Finally she regains her composure, and says, “Oh, God, Remus…sorry. I just found it rather absurdly humorous all the sudden, that’s all. We’re both adults and both parents for crying out loud; it’s not like we haven’t already had to deal with awkward situations, and not like there won’t be plenty more in the future – especially when the children get to be teenagers. If we can’t roll with the punches and have a laugh at ourselves now and then, we’re in trouble.”
Remus grins, and has to agree – pride is a luxury he’s never really been able to afford anyway, there’s certainly nothing dignified about turning into a slavering beast periodically.
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