In the Kitchen (NC-17)
It had been fun, spending the evening as Muggles, dressing up to blend in at the Muggle restaurant. Remus had let out a an amusingly appropriate wolf whistle when he had first seen me in the button up blouse and skirt, which was quite a bit shorter than the wizard robes I generally wore. I had spent the evening indulging in admiration of the denim-clad view of Remus' arse. I thought it a shame to keep something so cute hidden under robes all the time, and told him so when we got home.
"Come here," he said in a low voice. I sat on his lap, facing him with my legs on either side of his. The ancient kitchen chair creaked a bit under our combined weight, but it seemed it would hold. I kissed the hollow of his neck, drinking in the salt of his skin and the scent of his desire for me. I felt rather lightheaded, knowing that it was only me he wanted. Only my body he longed to touch, to taste, to possess. Only my heart and mind he shared his own with. "You are mine," he growled, slipping his hands underneath my blouse. "Only mine."
'Yes," I whispered. "Yours." I tasted his mouth, the chocolate dessert we had eaten still on his lips shared again as out tongues met, only just touching at first and then each seeking to devour the other. "I need you, Remus," I murmured. "Always. Promise to always be mine."
"Always yours," he promised, his kisses on my throat making themselves felt all the way down to my knees. "And I need you more than you could know."
"Oh, I know," I said teasingly, wriggling against him where his need was more than obvious. "But I need you more."
He moaned slightly even as he laughed. "Let's promise only to fight about who needs and wants the other more. Only this fight and no other. It's guaranteed a most pleasant conclusion."
"We can certainly promise to try to keep all disagreements at this level, but I think we might just have to agree to end them this way." He gasped as I pulled his jumper over his head and kissed the scars along his chest, ending with a flick of my tongue against his suddenly hard nipple. "That would be much more realistic."
"What fun is it to be realistic?" He lifted my chin to make me look directly into my eyes before he kissed me. He held me immobile with his mouth as he began inching his way up my thighs, the Muggle skirt retreating before his hands much more easily than bulky wizard robes would have. I made a mental note to wear these shorter skirts more often, but forgot it immediately as his hands met resistance. "Well, this won't do at all." He raised his hands to my waist and lifted me up to sit on the table in front of him. He reached into his pocket with one hand and withdrew his wand. A muttered spell, and a cool breeze informed me that I was suddenly wearing nothing at all underneath my skirt. "That's better," he said decisively, setting his wand on the table beside me before his hands returned to complete their journey.
"Kiss me right now, Remus."
"Or what?" he asked, teasing me.
His hands spread my legs apart as the motions of his fingers made my breath catch in my throat, leaving me incapable of speaking in anything other than breathless gasps and moans. "Kiss me or- Oh! Just please- Remus- Please-"
He smiled as he finally did as I asked, reaching up to meet my mouth with his as I leaned forward. His hands very suddenly stopped moving. "Like that, do you?" he whispered, nibbling at my ear as I squirmed against his hand.
"Yes. More." I whimpered in disappointment as he moved his hands away.
"Unbutton your blouse," he ordered, rising from the chair. It was a rare occasion for Remus to be so demanding, and I found it quite arousing to watch him as he watched me so hungrily.
"Remus, where did you learn a spell to divest a woman of all of her underthings?" I demanded, laughing as I realized that my bra had vanished as well.
"Research," he said solemnly, his hands taking over the function of the missing garment. "Useful, isn't it?"
"Quite," I managed to say before he kissed me again, his body pressed harder against mine than it had been before. His kiss moved down, the heat of his mouth enveloping first one breast and then the other. I arched against him as he returned to the first, my hand pressing against the back of his head to draw him closer.
"Like that too, hmm?" he asked, lifting his head and talking a small step back to look at me. I must have been quite a sight, sprawled there on the kitchen table with my skirt hiked up around my waist and my blouse open. "God," he murmured. "You are too beautiful for me to bear sometimes, Anna." He took both of my hands in his and pinned them to the table at my sides. He kissed me roughly, once on the mouth, each nipple in turn, on my stomach, and then lower, lower… "I love the way you taste," he said softly, retreating for a moment to kiss my inner thigh. "Love the way you feel, the scent of you when you want me."
There were no words to describe what I felt, even had I been able to form them, as he returned to tasting every place inside of me. The sound reached my own ears as I cried out my release, bringing me back from the world that consisted of nothing but his tongue on me and in me.
I tasted myself on him as he kissed me, and suddenly needed him again. I could tell that he wanted me as badly as I slowly lowered the zipper of his jeans. He moaned against my mouth before forcing himself slightly away. "I need to be inside you," he panted as I ran a finger lightly along his cock. I loved the way he shivered under my touch.
"Yes," I whispered. "But not here. Upstairs."
"Upstairs?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised in puzzlement. "The kitchen table's been good to us so far."
"Yes, it has," I chuckled. "But a bed would be even nicer. The table is a little, erm, hard."
He gave a small, strained laugh at my ridiculously obvious double entendre. I'm sure he would have been far more amused had I not been stroking the part of his anatomy that could be described in much the same manner as the table. "All right, but you need to stop that or I won't be fit to walk or Apparate anywhere."
I grinned and made a show of displaying my empty hands as I hopped down from the table. I headed up to my bedroom, Remus following after taking a moment to collect himself.
I had my clothes off before Remus entered the room. "Come here," I directed him as I sat on the edge of the bed. "I want to try that clothing removal charm."
In no time at all he was standing naked in front of me, brushing my hair from my face as I took him into my mouth. I released him slowly, my tongue moving against him until he gave a harsh groan. "Please, Anna," was all he had to say.
"I love you," I murmured as he slid into me.
"Yes," he sighed, staying buried in me, both of us perfectly still for a long moment. "Me, too. So much."
The sensation as he nearly pulled out completely was almost enough, but when he thrust himself back into me, it pushed me over the edge. I might have shouted then, but he crushed his mouth over mine in an almost brutal kiss, silencing his cries as well as my own. Again, and again, and once more: it didn't take long until we were merely trembling and catching our breath together.
"Mine," he said quietly, kissing my face and throat as if doing so would mark me.
"Yours," I agreed. "I promise. Always."