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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In the morning, she wakes to find him already awake and watching her. He reaches over and moves a lock of hair out of her eyes, and asks how she’s feeling. She mentally prods at the places in her heart and mind where Severus’s memory resides, and finds that she feels okay; Remus’s words to her months ago helped her find a place of acceptance with it beforehand.
And, she also hasn’t forgotten the enigmatic statement about Remus that Severus made to her, just before she reawakened into the land of the living; almost as if he was telling her that it was okay if she later turned to Remus for comfort and support, because he finally felt completely secure that no matter what, her heart belonged to him and always would. And, it also helps that she knows that Remus is very aware of her boundaries, as she is aware of his; each of them respects the other’s memories and emotions where their former partners are concerned.
She smiles at him and says she feels wonderful, and he smiles back and says he is glad. He kisses her softly, as the morning sun through the window creates a soft glow around them both. She hadn’t woken up feeling especially passionate, in fact still feeling quite satisfied from the night before. But his kiss stirs her blood quickly, and her rising hunger inflames his; and soon he is entering her again, looking into her eyes as their bodies come together.
He holds her for a long time afterwards and they just caress one another, content and satiated. Finally his stomach gives an insistent growl and he grins ruefully, and she laughs and says they’d better get him fed.
He pulls on a pair of boxers and she pulls on a robe, and they go down and make breakfast together – feeding each other morsels as they’re cooking. She is once again amazed by him, how relaxed and comfortable she feels (and has always felt) around him. She’s not sure how he does it, how in one moment he can feel like the brother she never had, the next like the patient teacher and mentor that she first saw in him, the next a playful best friend, and in the next like the most desirable man she’s ever laid eyes on.
And still a little intimidating to boot; she thinks back to the surprise she gave Severus when she immobilized him in the chair, and tries to imagine herself doing something similar to Remus; and at this point she just can’t imagine it.
She did of course fantasize about something similar, about him being in the shackles; but it’s still a bit different. It wouldn’t be that she’d put him there, just took advantage of the situation of him being there, to both of their enjoyment. At this point she actually has little doubt that he’d still be in control even if he was chained to the bed, though; that not only would he probably not even ask her to release him, he’d probably still manage to direct her and she’d most likely follow.
Her face flushes and nipples harden as she’s thinking that last, and she comes back to herself to find Remus watching her with some amusement. He arches an eyebrow at her and asks if she wants to share the thought, and she’s suddenly shocked, wondering if he actually is some kind of mind-reader. He sees her expression and smiles, and says, “No, I’m not a mind-reader. Your body gave your thoughts away, nothing more.”
As he says this he casually reaches across the table and brushes a thumb across one of her erect nipples, that the thin satin of her robe shows quite readily. Her face flushes both somewhat in embarrassment and the sudden heat from his touch, and her lips part slightly as he continues to caress her nipple. He watches her and says in a low voice, “Ah, I see we are still hungry…”, and he takes her hand as he gets up, pulling her to her feet as well, drawing her to him as he rounds the table and bends down to kiss her in one fluid motion.
He steps with her as he’s kissing her, moving her farther down the table. He holds her close to him and she can feel his cock beginning to stir against her. When they’ve made it far enough down the table to be clear of the breakfast dishes, he turns her and directs her towards the table, pulling out a chair to make room, still never breaking the hungry kiss.
He lifts her gently and sets her on the table, and then gently pushes her back so that she’s lying on her back, her hips just at the end of the table and legs hanging off. He looks at her for a moment, with desire, and she looks back at him the same way; his strong, hairy chest, strong arms, boxers tented by his erection. He bends down and unties her robe, pulling it back so he can see her body and then leaning over to circle her nipple with his tongue. She scoots down on the table until her hips are half hanging off of it, raising her legs to wrap around him and bring him closer.
He stops for a moment and looks at her and grins seductively, then pulls off his boxers and lifts up her legs, positioning himself to slide into her. He teases her, moving just the head of his cock in and out of her slit, and her position on the hard table means that she has less ability to arch her back or move her hips to try to pull him in deeper. His smile deepens as her frustration grows, but at the same time she loves it; he is a master tease and knows exactly how to read her. And clearly, he gets as much enjoyment out of her pleasure as he does in taking his own from her; in fact sometimes it seems he is gaining more from hers than his own.
Just as she’s ready to start shamelessly begging, he begins to thrust deeper, watching her face as he brings her to a climax before seeking his own. He grins again at her as he helps her off the table, and then with a more serious expression he gently caresses her face, and leans in for a soft and prolonged kiss, letting her know without words how much he’s enjoyed and appreciated this himself.
He breaks off the kiss and looks at her for a long moment, and then grins again and says that he supposes he should go get the kids; he doesn’t want them to wear out the grandparents. He winks at her as he adds that besides, they need the distraction too; he’s an old man after all, and she’s going to wear him out. She pokes at him and he laughs, and pulls her to him, holding her for a bit longer and then turning to go upstairs to have a shower while she clears away the breakfast dishes.
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