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It had been raining all evening. Wrapped up in our living room, napping on the sofa, there I lay.
Previously, earlier in the day, I had been eager to stay up and greet Remus home, aiming to show him the fire I had made just for him the muggle way and how I'd warmed his clothes up near it, of course whilst depicting immense pride in myself.
However, those plans went to shit when it began raining and I decided to rest under the weighted thick blanket. How easy it was to let slumber take me under the haze of comfort. By that I simply mean the combination of tea and a warm room.
Yet, I was awoken by the sound of the door unlatching itself. Remus.
I always heard him before I saw him, despite his steps being light afoot, the door always slammed loudly, it being old and practically falling off its hinges.
I kept my eyes shut and my body warm, refusing to burst the bubble of comfort I had created for myself. I couldn’t be bothered to move in the slightest let alone face the reality of being awake.
‘I’m home!’ I heard his familiar voice shout from the hallway. The habitual routine every normal person does began, chain back on lock and boots shoved to the side in a less neat manner than we care to admit.
His footsteps quietened and got slower as he came into the living room. Knowing he saw me, I huddled my chin into the blanket, attempting to hide myself and also drawing sympathy from him. After all I was the sick girlfriend, sleeping so peacefully.
‘Oh’ a soft whisper of realisation hit him, seeing me in my huddled state.
A couple seconds passed.
“Darling?” He spoke under his breath, this time closer to me.
Feigning drowsiness, I opened my eyes. I was met with a very loving man, smiling back to me as he crouched down to see me. My eyes scrunched a little, surprised to see him so close. His bloody silent feet.
‘You fall asleep?’ he asked rhetorically, smoothing his palm over my hair and in doing so tidying a couple strays from my face.
‘Mhm.’ I hummed softly, giving a nod in response.
‘Sorry, wanted to greet you’ my words came out muffled against the blanket.
He kissed me softly, our greeting ritual. I lifted my jaw up to reciprocate.
‘Your skins cold.’ I said with slight discomfort and a groan.
He smiled softly and gave me another kiss.
‘Yeah, its freezing outside.’ he said lovingly, after withdrawing his lips from mine and placing yet another kiss but on my cheek.
‘You, okay?’ I laughed quietly, confused at his sudden affection. Not that I was complaining.
‘Yes, just missed you. Work is boring without you.’
‘Ah, I see. Want to get in?’ I asked him, looking to him pleadingly, knowing he couldn’t say no.
‘How can I say no.’ he echoed my thoughts back to me. Stretching his legs back up and showing his full height, he stood up momentarily, stripping his coat off, tie and belt.
Propping my head up against my palm, I simply did nothing but admire him slowly discard each unnecessary layer he wore. My eyes trailed his back as he shifted, his hips as his belt fled away from his trousers and his tie, always wrapped so neatly and professionally around his collar.
Thanks to the depth of our sofa, it was big enough for us both, I just lifted the blanket and he slid in.
‘Not right, I’m on the outside.’ He complained, giving a groan of displeasure once he laid down.
‘What’s wrong with that?’ I asked.
‘Nearly falling off, plus you need heat from the fire.’ He argued in response.
‘Fine, you grumpy man.’ I teased him.
Eventually turning my body over his to the other side, I yielded to what he wanted. Playfully, he grasped my arse and thighs as I straddled him in placing myself on the outer side, almost as If that was the entire reason in asking me to swap.
‘See you could just stay like that.’ He joked, slipping his fingers down my trousers a little at the back.
‘Oh, got plenty of experience.’ I teased back, nuzzling my head into his chest to regain warmth. In return, he covered us both in the blanket and kissed my neck tenderly.
‘You got room?’ I asked him.
‘Yes, thank you.’ He said lovingly.
‘How was your day?’ I asked him with a sigh, sinking into his touch. My hands loosened on top of his waist and slid to his back, closing my eyes.
‘Dull.’ He said honestly, peppering kisses on my exposed shoulder and then my forehead lastly.
‘I know, I’ll be back soon once I recover. I think this is the last day’ I spoke, muffling my words into his chest in the process.
‘Did you drink enough tea and eat well?’ he checked up on me, as always.
‘Yes, don’t worry.’ I spoke softly, lifting my head up to reach his eyes.
I smiled reassuringly and cupped the side of his cheek. Leaning in, I kissed him.
He kissed my back, pulling me in by my waist and my jaw. He kept going, even after one kiss, which I didn’t expect.
‘Missed you.’ He spoke sweetly into my lips.
‘Missed you too.’ I echoed back to him, sliding my hand down to the nape of his neck. I kept kissing him.
Quickly, his hand shifted under the blanket. Slipping under my PJ trousers, aiming to tug them downwards.
‘Oh, in that way?’ I teased him, parting my lips from him momentarily. Though my voice held more surprise than banter.
‘In all ways, that okay?’ he checked in on me, always making sure.
I gave a soft nod. Cool air met my thighs as he discarded my trousers onto the floor. I felt the heat of the fire hit my back immediately, defeating the cold air I was met with seconds prior.
‘I should get sick more often.’ I joked, kissing him.
‘Please.’ He joked back lightly, not paying all his attention to my dialogue, pulling my underwear down.
In return I worked on untangling his jumper from him. Aiming to discard his work clothes. I laughed softly during the process.
‘What?’ he asked, turning his head toward me in slight confusion, now laughing as I had. His lips met mine as it to lull me back into him.
‘You’ve got too many layers Lupin.’ I teased him, looking at his jumper, then shirt underneath, then trousers. He laughed along with me, bowing his head in slight defeat as he saw the problem he had created. Too many fucking layers.
I kissed the side of his cheek, weakly lifting his jumper up. He sat up quickly, discarding all material that clung to his skin.
I laid on my side, doing nothing but appreciate him and the way his muscles shifted, I always loved to do that. Watch his scars become visible, especially under firelight.
Eventually, he twisted his body back down and shifted partially atop of me, lifting my thighs to his hips and kissing me deeper. My back arched in return, aiming to close any sense of distance between us.
His hands traced down all of me, as usual. Grasping and gripping at my flesh, and I did the same to him.
I lifted my jaw to kiss him with further force, knowing he did not care if he got sick too.
His now warm fingers dug into my right thigh, pulling me to the side slightly to give him better access to me.
Strategically, he moved his torso against my left thigh, forcing it open as he kissed me.
I praised him, holding onto his chest and shoulders as he took more initiative.
“Don’t you want something?” I asked him between kisses.
“Just this my love, to watch you.” He said simply in response. “You feel well enough for it?” He asked, withdrawing his lips from mine, opening his eyes to test my honesty.
I gave a soft nod; I could feel my cheeks flush red.
“Yeah. I just want to see you too.”
He smiled warmly in response to my words.
“You will, I just want this first.”
After he spoke, I leant in and kissed him as thanks, grateful to have such a wonderful man beside me.
“Let’s just make sure.” He spoke to himself, lifting his fingers to his lips after breaking our kiss. Carefully, he coated his fingers in saliva in preparation. Eagerly, his hand dipped between my legs, running his index finger between my folds, feeling how damp I was.
Met with the gentle sensation of his hands at work, my lips parted gently whilst my hand rested lightly over his bicep. Slowly, his thumb slid upwards, reaching my clit and circling it all whilst his other fingers paid attention in coaxing me open.
“Remus.” I called his name under my breath. How I could he loved this deeply by someone else I’d never know. Pleased with himself, he pushed one inside me slowly.
“That’s what I want.” He echoed his words back to me. Slowly curling his fingers subtly to feel all of me.
Gradually, I circled my hips for him, riding his hand as he begun to pump them. I always liked the way his fingers felt, tall and strong inside me. Able to reach the deepest parts of me. I’d gotten so used to it, the way he felt.
'That's it' he whispered into my ear as his thumb continued running against my clit.
I moaned happily in response, my cheeks no longer red just due to my cold. He’d been so busy with work and all I barely felt as if we had time alone. Clearly, we both felt the distance by the way he quickened his pace, desperate to hear me. I whimpered into his shoulder as he kept going, loving the sensation.
I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to admire the skin he ever so rarely exposed. My hand slid from his bicep to his stomach, palming against his flesh and tracing down a couple of marks and freckles on his skin, greeting them hello.
It wasn’t even about coming solely, it was about feeling him. How he wanted a response from me. And he got it easily.
‘You sound so pretty for me.’ He whispered again. I pressed my chest against his and kept riding his fingers shamelessly. I could hear how wet I’d become alongside how openly I was whimpering and moaning.
‘Good girl.’ He praised me, slowly rubbing my clit more attentively.
My brows creased whilst my vision grew hazy from pleasure, unable to keep my eyes open entirely. Instead, a more intense moan slipped from my lips, despite my efforts.
‘I know.’’ he soothed me.
He enjoyed watching me like this, untangle in front of him. Normally, I’d focus on having his dick inside me, but this felt overconsuming. I gripped onto the side of his waist roughly as moved his fingers faster inside of me and his thumb against me.
‘You’re taking it so well my love, well done.’
He felt every rim and ridge of me, making sure he hit the top every time all whilst keeping a steady rhythm.
Quickly, I came. Narrowing my shoulders into his frame I muffled my moans into his hot chest. Riding his fingers out, he went quicker as soon as I got louder, overstimulating me.
I widened my thighs for him whilst my stomach tensed, reacting to him in all ways. That man knew me inside out in the most intimate ways. He always knew how to get me there when he wanted to.
Shortly after the spasms in my hips died down, I dipped my hand to his member, guiding it into me. Not wanting to stop. Rapidly, he caught on, holding my hips and thrusting softly into me. We both gasped quietly. I heard the fire crack in resistance behind us.
My favourite part, seeing him unwind with me.
I could tell he was stressed in how deep he went, wanting to feel all parts of me entirely. His head dipped into my chest, palming the side of my thin tank top, he scrunched the fabric upwards slightly to expose a corner of my bra.
We both moaned together, fully forgetting we didn’t put a noise muffling spell on the room.
‘Fuck you’re so warm.’ He groaned out of pleasure.
‘Did you miss me?’ I asked him, more honestly than teasing.
He groaned brokenly, slowing his thrusts to make them deeper.
‘You have no idea.’
I whimpered softly as he kept going rhythmically. I could hear every time he moved inside me so clearly. After a couple of moments, I began to move my hips with his, understanding the restrictions with us both being on our side. Quickly, he adjusted.
‘Hold on.’ He spoke, short in breath.
Sliding his hand down to my waist and palming his hand against the sofa he went to move atop of me.
‘Don’t strain yourself.’ I asked of him, knowing he had a tiring day at work.
‘Worry that about yourself my love, I’m okay.’ He reassured me, kissing me deeply as he thrusted into me again, spreading his spare hand out onto my waist. I lifted my arms up in response, wrapping them around his back and shoulders.
There was something comforting about knowing what marks of his I’d feel in certain positions. Understanding it was there for me, waiting. The slight deep scar on his left shoulder, across his shoulder blade. The scar on his stomach, running down to his hip, the skin shifted slightly as he thrusted into me. All of him was entirely beautiful.
I wondered if that’s how he viewed me. That look he got in his eyes, all-encompassing as he saw me underneath him. Completely yielding himself to me. And I him. I slid my legs around his hips loosely, aiming to make use of the limited space offered to us.
Slowly, I spread my fingers out against his shoulder, caressing him. Rhythmically, he kept going. I turned my head to the side and kissed the inner parts of his wrist, the hand he palmed against the mattress for control.
In return, he bowed his head, pressing his forehead into my shoulder. Both of us moaned easily and openly. Hoping the fire’s singing would drown us out. I could still feel my fever, yet the heat of my head lulled me into pleasure.
༺❀༻
The hiss of the kettle brought me back, making my senses sharper. After hauling myself off the sofa at last, I had made it a mission to at least make a cup of tea successfully without becoming drowsy.
I tried not to use my wand for everyday use. Besides, both me and Remus were brought up in semi muggle households, it made sense to use a kettle on the stove. Yet now it felt a much slower and painful process. I stood bowed over the counter sleepily waiting for the water to fill our mugs up, very slowly tipping the handle downwards.
I heard his feet padding along the tiles, ever so slightly. Words weren’t needed really, often they proved quite unnecessary between a person you knew so intimately. So, I kept quiet and let him kiss me on the top of my head, exchanging our usual silent affections.
His arms encompassed my shoulders, letting the blanked he wore drape around us both. He peered his head down to look at our herbal teas steeping.
I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, him in just underwear and me in a tank top and plaid PJ trousers. He hummed gently with satisfaction at the warmth accumulated by the both of us.
‘Nearly ready.’ I spoke quietly, stirring the tea bags within the mugs.
‘Good, thank you.’
Suddenly, a blunt continuous ring came from the hallway. The landline.
‘I’ll get it.’ I spoke quietly, shifting my feet slowly to exit the kitchen.
Already he picked up our mugs and began to follow me.
‘Hello?’ I spoke into the phone as soon as I got to it.
‘It’s me!’ a very sparky voice ran through the line. Lily.
‘Hi.’ I repeated again, my voice more relaxed and softened.
‘It’s Lily.’ I told Remus quickly, in response he made a brief greeting into the phone before settling himself into the living room.
‘He's taking care of you?’ she asked
‘Yes, don’t worry. Nearly at the end of it I think.’
‘That’s good, you can come over soon then and not infect the baby.’ She joked
I laughed in response.
‘Yes, better not get Harry sick.’
‘Remus can’t be around him as well, for obvious reasons.’
‘Oh, that I’ve also infected him?’ I asked, knowing the answer was obvious.
‘Well, yes. Plus, you’re so alike I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference really.’
‘Yes, a bit alike.’
‘You sound a bit stuffy, you’re sure you’re alright?’
‘Yeah, don’t worry, I just haven’t really woken up at all all day. Feels like one of those drowsy days, when you can’t really tell what’s going on.’ I spoke honestly.
‘Oh, I see, at least you’re resting.’
‘Very well, yes.’
‘How was your day?’
‘Oh, dull. Work, baby, James. Though I shouldn’t complain, I have two men in my life.’ She joked. That got a laugh from me.
‘Jealous, I only have one.’
‘Ah to be loyal.’
‘I know isn’t it a bore.’
‘Absolutely. Just get knocked up accidentally and you’re set.’
I smirked gently.
‘You know what I don’t think I see that for me soon.’
‘That’s why it’s called an accident.’ She laughed. I did too.
‘Fuck.’
‘What?’ she asked
‘Nothing. Just reminded me I do actually need to ask Remus to steal a morning after potion now. Oops.’
I was greeted with a very amused Lily. ‘Well, someone has priorities.’
‘I’m not getting into this over the phone.’ I said, stifling a smile
‘Brunch, on the weekend as usual.’
‘Yes, I promise, I’ll even donate a kidney alongside my entire life story to you.’
‘Lovely, appointment at eleven then.’
‘Yes.’ I cheered
‘Right, I do actually have to go now. James doing that thing when he waves me down very subtly in trying to tell me that Harry has shit himself.’
‘Aww, think of me.’
‘Will do! Love you!’
“Love you!’
After I hung up, I slowly made my way to Remus in the living room, sitting next to him on our sofa.
Nuzzling my head into his arm I closed my eyes, holding the mug of tea he had given me seconds prior to warm my chest and hands up. I felt his head lean against mine in return, his exhaled, decompressing his chest.
‘Oh, I need you to nick a potion from snapes storeroom tomorrow. Morning after.’ I hummed into his arm.
‘Oh, fuck.’ he said in realisation.
‘Mhm.’ I hummed indefinitely. I was much more focused on resting.
‘Fuck, that was my mistake I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay, happened quick.’
‘Still, you’re sick.’
‘It’s okay.’ I said, lifting my head up to see him. His eyes met mine.
‘Things happen.’ I added
‘We need to get you on the pill or something instead of just relying on when we remember to use protection.’ He spoke softly
‘Maybe. Was a bit careless.’
He smiled gently, kissing the top of my head.
‘We’ll sort it. Plenty of books I can read about different approaches.’
‘I can read them with you.’
‘Course, I’ll get them tomorrow along with the potion.’ He spoke into my hair, gently resting his cheek atop my head.
‘Thank you. Means a lot.’
‘I love you.’ He said after a moment of silence, no difference in tone. Just steady.
‘I love you too.’ I spoke in response.
‘Not ready for a kid yet.’ I stated, knowing he felt the same.
‘Mhm…I want peace.’ He agreed
‘Harry is cute, but I prefer this.’
‘Yes, sanity.’ He joked lightheadedly.
‘I can see why women had so many kids before birth control was a real thing.’ I spoke idly.
He chuckled gently
‘Yes, because you’re such a vixen.’ He joked
I laughed gently. ‘I mean, with their husbands.’ I said softly, lifting my head to see him.
His eyes softened gently, giving me a genuine smile in return, glancing briefly to my lips and then eyes.
‘Yeah, I can see why.’
‘Think we’re too co-dependent?’ I asked honestly after a couple seconds of silence.
‘Not exactly, I just love you a lot.’ He said steadily.
‘Yeah, so healthy.’ I confirmed with a little nod.
‘Yes, healthy. Very good sex.’ He stated.
I grinned with a laugh in response, peering my face away, melting just a bit into his frame.
‘Yes, very good.’ I agreed.
‘I mean if we were old-fashioned Catholics we’d be fucked’ he said bluntly
‘Literally’ I said, lifting my brows and looking at him to make the joke, he was already smiling like a child.
‘Better go to bed soon.’ He stated, making no attempt to get up. Instead, he spread his legs out comfortably
‘But the sofa’s so comfy.’ I said, yawning carelessly.
He hummed gently ‘That it is.’
Kissing the top of my head shortly, he began to stand up. Knowing I must follow, I did too.
'Extermino' I spoke quietly. The fire began to settle down so that eventually the embers only remained alive. Meanwhile, Remus started to gather all our blankets, tidying the space up quickly before we headed upstairs.