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Under the Moonlight	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Under The Moonlight: Chapter 5

When Raiyna and Hermione Apparated in the living room, Harry was sitting on the couch, ringing his hands and looking thoroughly distraught. �He�s in the kitchen,� Harry said without looking up.

Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. He knew it was her the second the door opened, her glorious scent infiltrating his senses.

�What is it Remus? Has something happened?� she asked, sitting down on the chair next to him and tenderly rubbing his shoulder.

�Yes,� he said solemnly, his head still in his hands. �I�m a complete idiot and I�m letting the woman I love walk away.�

He felt her stiffen at his words. He lifted his eyes to look at her.

�You� YOU�� she smacked him hard on the back with the palm of her hand. �Do you know how WORRIED I was?!?!�

Remus smiled at her tentatively, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

�I can�t believe�� I oughta��.

�Kiss me?�

She looked at him as if he�d suggested she�d fly off a cliff without her broom.

�Or not,� he said with the most pathetic looking puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

At that she burst out laughing. �Don�t you ever, EVER, do something like that again!� But a smile was breaking across her face.

There was a loud popping noise in the living room; Remus laughed knowing that Harry and Hermione had been listening and must have decided it was safe to Disapparate.

He stroked her shiny brown hair. �I missed you.�

She eyed him cautiously, as if searching for the truth in his eyes.

�You know, you look even sexier when you�re angry,� he added, and then flinched in case she was going to smack him again.

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head at him before leaning in to kiss him.

Later that evening, Remus made them some tea and pulled out a small, gift-wrapped box. �I have something for you.�

At the look of bewilderment on her face, he added. �It�s not much. Go ahead, open it.�

She unwrapped it carefully, stealing glances from time to time at Remus. Inside was a figure of a boy sitting cross-legged and waving at her. She noticed that he had a little bit of fur sticking out of his human ears. She looked questioningly at Remus.

�A friend of mine gave it to me as a joke when we were still in school, but I think it�s rather useful. During a new moon, he will jump up and down looking very happy and energetic. But as the moon wanes, he will get nervous, edgy, anxious. He will pace around in a small circle. When the full moon comes nearer, he will sprout fur, his eyes will turn golden, his nose will elongate. As darkness falls, his transformation will be complete. He will become a wolf, he will prowl, and howl. As the sun rises, he will turn back into a boy. He will be very tired, choosing to lay most of the time, and then sitting, and finally standing again as the moon waxes.�

�At any rate, you can always look at this wolf�boy to see what state I�m in. And you�ll know when it�s safe to be near me again, when the boy is no longer a wolf.�

The boy was still looking up at her, waving as if she hadn�t noticed.

�Thank you.� Her genuine smiled warmed Remus�s heart.

She paused for a moment, seeming to consider something. �You know, I think these are great. We should get some for the store. Do you know where to find them?�

Much to Remus�s relief, Raiyna had long since forgiven him and was leaning with her back against his chest in the firelight. He was content to stroke her hair while she rested her head against his shoulder. He was calmer and happier than he could remember in a long time, and it seemed to him, she was too.

�Raiyna,� he said softly, �I hate to do this to you, but I need to rest.�

She sat up quickly and looked into his eyes. �Remus! Why didn�t you tell me sooner! You know I�m not strong enough to carry you up the stairs!�

He was amused by the way she shook her head in frustration at him.

�Come on,� she commanded, standing before him to help him to his feet.

He leaned heavily on her as they climbed the stairs, each step seeming like more effort than the one before. When they reached his bed, he collapsed, not even bothering to take off his robes. She looked quizzically at him, but he raised his hand to wave away her worry. He didn�t have the strength to do anything more than curl up into a ball on his bed. He closed his eyes as she pulled the covers over him. He smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair, speaking softly to him. He couldn�t decipher what she was saying, but it didn�t matter; a feeling of serenity had washed over him, sleep wasn�t far behind it.

To his pleasant surprise, he awoke the next morning to find her body curled around his, her scent filtering through his consciousness. He rolled over slowly, careful not to wake her. The morning sun shone through the window and reflected off of her perfectly sculpted face as she slept. He realized that she wasn�t wearing her robes anymore, but a pair of his pajamas. That warm, tingling sensation invaded his body again as a smile slipped across his face. �I love you too, Raiyna,� he whispered, brushing the soft curls from her face. �You are the most incredible woman I�ve ever met.�

***

Work had gone tremendously better now that they were on speaking terms again. Whenever she snuck into The Library to steal a kiss, his heart soared. This summer was indeed turning out to be one of the better ones, all things considered.

They had just finished another superb dinner out in his garden. As they lay side-by-side under the stars, she turned to look at him. �You know, I�ve had a crush on you since I was thirteen.�

�Really?� Remus asked.

�Really. I was late for class one day and as I ran down the stairs, I tripped on the last stair. I fell and broke my wrist. I was so glad that no one was there to see me, but then there you were. I was so embarrassed. But you just picked up my books for me and took me to the hospital wing. I thought that was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me.�

Remus laughed, comprehension suddenly dawning on him. �You were the one who asked me to the Yule Ball.�

�Yes,� she laughed, �I was a bit forward then, wasn�t I? Unlike now,� she added, grinning. �But as I recall, you said you couldn�t go.�

�It was a full moon that night,� Remus said quietly.

She looked momentarily surprised. �Oh. Of course. Good thing there isn�t a full moon tonight,� she said, offering him a seductive smile before leaning in to kiss him.

He relaxed as he felt her lips touch his. This was how it was supposed to be. Her hand smoothed his robes over his shoulder, gliding gently down his arm. He felt her fingers come to rest on the back of his hand, tracing the scars there. Instinctively, he grabbed her wrist��too fast and too hard. The shocked look in her eyes and the way she pulled away from him made him feel like a murderous beast. He let go immediately and looked away, swearing to himself.

�What happened, Remus?� Her voice carried not her usual easy tone, but a cautious, more guarded one.

He shook his head in self-disgust. �My whole body is covered with scars, Raiyna. You have no idea what I do�� what the wolf does�� his voice trailed off. He realized by the confused look on her face that to her, this had come out of nowhere; she had no idea that she had been stroking one of his scars a minute ago.

Suddenly she sat up. �Show me.� The expression on her face was odd; defiant almost.

�What?�

�Well, show me!� she demanded.

He felt suddenly uncomfortable.

�Come on, I�m waiting.�

Her hands were on her hips and the tone of her voice told him she was not going to take no for an answer. He felt like he was back at school being disciplined by a teacher. He sat up slowly and unzipped his midnight blue robes. His hands were shaking as he eased the material back, exposing just a few of the many scars that ran across his chest. He looked down momentarily to see the moon shining off his scars, gouges, and gashes, raised like mountain ridges against his pale skin. A swell of terror rose up in his throat. He held his breath. Would she be able to accept him, would she be able to see past the torturous scars? Or would she just see the beast? He looked away, not wanting to see what he saw every morning in the mirror, not wanting to see what she saw, not wanting to see the fear or pity or disgust in her eyes.

�Hmm�.� she said, nodding as if examining the cover of a new book.

She very gently traced a particularly nasty gouge on his chest with her index finger. Then, she leaned forward and kissed the length of it. As her warm, wet lips caressed his chest, he felt his body temperature rise. She continued, following the multiple scars across his body with her lips, leaving no bit of skin untouched, uttering things like, �perfect,� �lovely,� �delicious,� �wonderful.� The comfort and acceptance her warm kisses conveyed were more than any words she could have spoken. As she slid his robes off his arms he cringed. But she did not stop kissing him. He sighed as her lips caressed him, coaxing him into letting go.

�Trust me,� she whispered as she followed a scar up his neck and lowered him softly onto the yielding grass. She continuing to kiss the newly exposed flesh that glistened in the moonlight, loving every part of him��the scarred parts, the exposed parts, the ugly parts. Her touch was so simple, so gentle, so warm. He was trying hard not to think, not to worry. He was trying just to be. But how could she not be as repulsed by the beast as he was?

�Oooh�� she said, studying the long, red, jagged mark that stretched beyond where she could see, slinking underneath the band of his boxer shorts. �I think I like this one most of all,� she said, her voice breathy.

She had found the scar he feared most of all. The longest scar; a deep, torturous one that ran all the way from his shoulder to well below his bellybutton. It was still fresh, too fresh. It was the one he�d given himself the night of the full moon when he�d thought he�d lost her forever. The loss had been too great. First his friends, and then her. The wolf had been furious, the wolf had lashed out in pain. That scar was still red, still painful. His hands had instinctively coiled around her, his fists clenching the back of her robes. �Not that one,� he whispered in agony, �Please, not that one.� He held his breath, his heart beating rapidly, his body trembling.

She put a finger to his lips as she very slowly and very gently kissed it, starting at the edge of the cut on his shoulder. The wetness of her lips curled around its edges. She followed the scar down his chest. Gradually, his shoulders relaxed and his grip on her robes loosened. As her lips reached his stomach, his muscles quivered. She kept kissing him, following the scar as it went lower and lower. He held on to her robes, he had to hold on to something. He was falling fast. She was going someplace no one had been in a very long time. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But the warmth that spread through his body was intoxicating and he couldn�t remember ever wanting anything so badly in his life.

Her fingers edged effortless under the waistband of his shorts and her lips followed in their wake. His breathing quickened. He couldn�t think straight anymore. His heart was racing. He body was burning with desire. Instinctively, he arched his back to meet her, his fingers tangled in her hair. And then��warmth; wet, delicious, deep warmth like he�d never known before. A low, glorious moan escaped him as all of the nerves in his body screamed with delight.

When he was sure he could hold out no longer, she retreated, turning her attention to the rest of him. Slowly, she kissed her way back up his stomach, his chest, his neck. He reached for her then, looking deeply into her eyes before kissing her more passionately and intensely than he ever had allowed himself before. His hands slipped easily inside of her robes, finding the soft fleshy places he so often dreamed about. Her whole body quivered as he his hands glided effortlessly over her. He felt her chest rise and fall with anticipation, her breathing quicken. He inhaled her sweet, feminine scent; his body ached with longing.

�Remus,� she whispered breathlessly into his ear, �Please, make love to me.�

In an instant, he was inside of her, wrapped in her exquisite warmth. His eyes fell upon her moonlit body in awe as she pulled him in even deeper. He savored the delicious moment for as long as he possibly could, feeling her rhythmic movements as she gave in to her instincts. Feeling his own body called to hers. He rocked hard against her, falling into a rhythm as old as time, barely aware of the world around them. She was holding on to him as if her life depended on it. He was letting go as he had never done before. He was engulfed by her, lost in her, and for the first time in his life, he wasn�t trying to fight it. Instead of feeling confined and threatened, he felt freed. She moaned in delight, pacing him, caressing him, kissing him. She was breathing as heavily as he was. Their bodies connected in ways their minds never dreamed. Under the moonlight they came together��in more ways than one.
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