Untitled hotel room smut (nc-17)
“Wait?” Remus looked at me as though I were mad, his forehead crinkled in bewilderment as I pulled away from him. “Isn’t this the point of being here?”
I smiled at him fondly as I caught my breath enough to speak. I ran my hand across his bare chest, not quite remembering that I had been the one to unfasten the buttons of his shirt only a few moments before. “Of course it is. I just have new lingerie. I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will, but can’t we save it for later?” He touched my own exposed skin with one trembling finger. “I’m only going to rip it off of you anyway.”
My breath caught in my throat at the roughness in his voice. I was torn between the urge to give in to him, and the desire to make it last for as long as possible. “Well, I don’t really want you to rip it. It was quite expensive. Maybe-” I lost my train of thought as his hand moved down to inch its way under my skirt and his mouth took its place on my breast. “Maybe- Oh my- Remus-”
“Maybe what?” he asked, beginning to sink slowly to his knees.
“I- I don’t remember.” His touch made me nearly forget my own name.
There was a knock on the door. Remus’ annoyed groan sent a small vibration though me, and I let out a soft, unbidden whimper of disappointment when he was suddenly no longer touching me at all. “Sorry,” he murmured, nuzzling my cheek with his nose as he pulled his shirt back on. “What if it’s important?”
I stood still for a moment as he went to see who was at the door, my heart beating rapidly as though I had just run a great distance. On a sudden impulse, I haphazardly pulled my blouse closed in the front and grabbed my bag from beside the door where Remus was signing for a package. He and the porter both looked startled at my abrupt approach, but I merely smiled sweetly at them before retreating to the bathroom.
I splashed some cool water on my flushed face. I was still breathing quite heavily and my entire body was tingling but by the time I had changed into my new fancy nightgown I had regained some control over myself.
I emerged to find Remus looking though the box, which he had opened and placed on the bedside table. “Who is it from?” I asked.
He gave a start of surprise; his back was to me and he hadn’t seen me emerge from the bathroom. I wondered what had him so distracted that he hadn’t heard me open the door.
“It’s from Sirius,” he said in an odd strangled voice without looking at me. “I’m not quite sure what he means by it, though. I’m not even sure what some of these things are.’
I was extremely curious to see what had him so thrown off balance and crossed the room too look over his shoulder. I immediately started to laugh. “I think it just means he wants us to have a good time, Remus. As for what they are, they’re all labeled, aren’t they?”
“Well, yes, but what does one do with something like this?” He held up a small package to examine more closely, his face a brilliant shade of scarlet.
“’One’ probably wouldn’t have much fun with it, but I imagine the two of us could find use for it.” I kissed the back of his neck and reached around him to take another item from the box, which the ripped brown paper wrapping revealed as “Bertie Botts Every Flavor (Mostly) Edible Aids to Sexual Pleasure.” The box in Remus’ hand was labeled Chocolate Underpants, which amused me immensely. “You love chocolate. Shall I put them on? Or did you want to wear them?”
He snorted with laughter. “Maybe later. What’s that you have?”
“’Shockingly Sizzling Body Paint’,” I read, opening the jar and sniffing the contents cautiously. I didn’t think it smelled like much of anything, but Remus wrinkled his nose slightly. I scooped out a bit with my forefinger and swiped it across his neck and throat. “Hmm. It changes color.” It had gone from white in the jar to red on my finger to blue on Remus. I drew another line that turned green. I suddenly wondered what it tasted like and licked a bit off Remus’ neck. An electric tingle coursed through both of us the instant my tongue touched the streak of color.
“Wow,” Remus breathed. “Oh, wow,” he said again as he turned to face me and saw that I had changed my clothes. “You look…wow.”
“I told you you’d like it.” I grinned at him before leaning toward him to remove the rest of the paint from his throat. We were both rather weak in the knees by the time I had finished.
“How does it taste?” he asked.
“Not bad. Like cinnamon,” I kissed him so he could judge for himself. “I’ve never felt anything quite like that before.”
He shook his head fervently. “Neither have I. What else is in that box, I wonder?”
“Need the toys now, do you?” I teased. “And here I thought the sight of me in nearly transparent red silk would be enough.”
“Oh, that’s more than enough,” he answered, rubbing the sheer material between his fingers. “This does look expensive.”
“I didn’t think you were listening when I said that.” My chuckle turned into a soft sigh as his hands slid along my body, only the very thin fabric between his skin and mine. My hand rose as though under its own power to remove his shirt. “Didn’t I already do this?” I murmured.
“Well, I couldn’t answer the door half naked, could I?” he asked, sliding my shoulder straps down to reveal more of what had already been a considerable amount of cleavage. “Hmmm,” he murmured. “I wonder what color that paint will be on this bit of skin here?”
“Let’s find out. I want to know about this side of it.” I scooped out a bit more from the jar I still held and made what turned out to be a violet streak just above the nightgown’s very low neckline. Remus obediently began to lick it clean. I dropped the jar and might have melted into a puddle on the floor without Remus’ hands supporting me.
“Like that, do you?” he asked, still holding me upright.
I couldn’t get out much more than a muffled, “Mmmm.”
Remus chuckled softly, and his breath on my skin as he exhaled was almost more than I could bear. I met his gaze as I trembled in his arms. “You are so beautiful with your skin flushed like this,” he murmured, his hands cool on my warm body. I felt my nightgown slide into a puddle at my feet.
“Didn’t-didn’t get much use out of that, did I?” I laughed, his kisses making it impossible for me to catch my breath.
“You’ll just have to wear it another time. I wouldn’t mind taking it off of you again.” He kissed my neck. “And again.” And the space between my breasts. “And again.” And my navel.
“Remus, wait,” I said, rather halfheartedly. It didn’t seem fair for me to have all the fun, not that he wasn’t obviously having a good time.
“Why, again?” he asked, smiling up at me. “I know you like this. I can hear that little sound you make in your throat when you like what I do to you.”
“I like everything you do to me,” I murmured, tugging his hair a bit to guide him back up so that I could kiss him. He complied, leisurely making his way back up my body. I felt absolutely no desire to rush him. “You have little sounds that you make, too, you know.” I told him. “Not that it seems I have to do very much to get them out of you.” I laughed softly as he whimpered when I put my hands on him after I had successfully removed the last of his clothing.
“Honestly, Anna, just knowing that you want me as much as I want you is enough for me.” He shuddered under my hand again before I pulled him down beside me on the edge of the bed. “I do love you so.”
“I know. I love you, too.” I returned his smile. “I never really thought anyone would ever love me as much as you do, Remus. And the way I feel when you touch me…” My voice faded into wordless sighs as I shivered under his hands and his kisses. This time, I didn’t stop him.
He was watching me intently when I opened my eyes. “I can’t believe that I do that to you. Make you forget that there is anything else in the world but me.”
“What’s the world?” I breathed, pulling him down to kiss me again. “I don’t need anything but you.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice,” he whispered. “If we never had to leave this warm safe place, and never had to worry about anything but where I should kiss you next?”
“Well, that’s easy. Kiss me everywhere.”
“I’m working on it.” He smiled and covered a few spots he might have missed before. “I could do this forever. Making love to you is always over far too quickly.”
“Yes, but then we get to do it again.” I sat up and leaned over him, his hands tangled in my hair as I kissed him. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” He held my head still so that I couldn’t look anywhere but into his eyes. “I will always want you.”
“How do you want me?” I asked, still looking steadily into his eyes as my hands wandered over him. “On top of you? Beneath you? Standing? Kneeling before you?”
“Can I have you every way at once?” He closed his eyes and bit his lip suddenly as I closed my hand around him. “I suppose I should make up my mind,” he gasped. “Don’t think I can take much more of that.”
“What about the famous Remus Lupin self-control?” I teased, still touching him, but now just very lightly.
“I’m still only a man, Anna, and a man can only take so-“ A strangled groan escaped him.. “So much- My God- So much, stimulation, you know.” He tried to pull my hand away from him, but I slipped out of his grasp and caught him instead. I moved to lie atop him, lacing my fingers between his and holding his hand down beside his head. He moaned slightly at the full contact of our bodies. I rose up a bit on my knees, my free hand between us to guide him into position. I just hovered there above him for a long moment, relishing the anticipation.
He had closed his eyes again, his free hand on my breast, the thumb lazily circling my nipple. “Open your eyes,” I whispered, lowering myself just enough to make contact. He did, moving his hand up to touch my face. Slowly, I allowed him to enter me, but only a little bit. I enjoyed this control over him, the way I could make his breath catch just by moving slightly. “Oh!” I gasped as his hips bucked up sharply and he was suddenly fully inside me.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “But you are much too lovely for me to see you like this without having you.”
“Don’t apologize for that. Do it again.” He smiled and half sat up, kissing me roughly as I pushed myself back up.
He growled and in one smooth movement, he had me on my back, our positions reversed as he plunged back into me. I pressed against him and cried out wordlessly. “Do you like that?” he asked, thrusting into me again almost violently.
“Yes,” I gasped. “More. Again.”
I saw the sweat beading along his hairline as we fell into a rhythm, both of us breathing heavily together. Our eyes were locked together as tightly as our bodies for what felt like an eternity. With a shuddering groan, Remus let go of all control and I felt him hot and wet deep inside me. He froze then, and I was intensely aware of every molecule of my being; my right hand still tightly clutching his left, my left hand pressing against his hip, urging him deeper, harder, faster. I felt his right hand move against my cheek, brushing away the hair that had fallen across my face. His mouth found mine, and his tongue slid inside slowly and leisurely. I moaned against his lips as he started to pull himself away from me. “No. Don’t move.” I begged, pressing my hand against his back.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “You weren’t finished.”
“No apologies, Remus. I just still need you. Please.”
He slid his hand down between us and began to stroke me just above where we were joined. I moaned against him again as he kissed me, the pressure of his fingers slowly increasing until I almost couldn’t bear it. The motion of his tongue mirrored the motion of his fingers, moving in and out and around until the world shattered into a million pieces.
It was some time before I came back to myself. He was still holding me tightly, and I finally heard his voice and felt his kisses on my face and throat. “Where did you go just then, my Anna?” he asked, smiling. “You didn’t hear anything I was saying, did you?”
I shook my head, still gasping for breath. “I’m just here with you. What did you say?” I murmured, running my hands slowly up and down his perspiration-slicked back. I loved his body; it was scarred and too thin, but strong and solid and everything I wanted.
“Only just that I live for these nights with you. I miss you when we’re apart.” He kissed me again, slowly and thoroughly.
“Oh, let’s not think of that right now,” I pleaded. “It’ll be too soon when you have to leave again. It’s always too soon.”
“Yes, you’re right. Let’s just stay in this moment forever.” We lie still together for a little while, until Remus smiled suddenly. “Listen, do you hear that? Our hearts are beating exactly together.”
I listened hard for a moment. “No, I don’t hear anything,” I said, disappointed.
“Feel it, then.” He moved slowly, placing my hands gently; one on his chest, the other on my own.
We were both very still as I concentrated on the heartbeats under my fingers. “Oh, that’s nice,” I whispered, smiling back at him.
“Yeah. Nice.” He grinned and kissed me hard enough to make my heart beat faster, ruining the synchronicity.
“See what you did?” I teased, moving one hand up to brush his still-damp hair out of his eyes. “We don’t match anymore.”
“Oh, I’m all sweaty,” he grimaced, gently pulling my hand away.
“So am I,” I laughed. “You’re a red-hot lover, Remus Lupin.”
He blushed furiously. “Well, I don’t know about that.”
“I do,” I stretched slowly, feeling pleasantly sleepy. “You’re wonderful.”
“Am I?” He grinned, still blushing. “You deserve some credit, too, you know.”
I felt myself blush a bit, too. “Well, I think we’re just good for each other. That’s all.”
“I never feel self-conscious with you,” he said quietly. “About these scars. Not to compare you to any other woman, but you-“ he bit his lip. “You are the only one who I never worried about showing them to. Maybe because you knew the truth about what I am from the beginning. But you’ve never looked at me with anything like disgust or pity.”
“They’re just part of you, Remus.” I traced one long scar across his chest with my fingertip. “Didn’t anyone else who saw your scars ever ask you about them?” I asked, curious despite not really wanting to hear about any other women who might have been in a position to see them.
“I said I was mauled by an animal when I was a child,” he smiled ruefully. “Not too far off, really.”
“I suppose not.” I smiled back at him. “Didn’t anyone ever notice that they changed? That sometimes there were new ones?”
He shook his head. “No one has ever looked at me as closely as you do. Probably because my scars aren’t nearly as cute as yours.”
I laughed. “My scars are all stupid, Remus. I wouldn’t have any at all if I had sense enough not to fall over my own feet every ten minutes.”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed a small mark on the back of it, left by an incident with an exploding cauldron when I was still a schoolgirl. “Please forgive the horrible pun, but I’m so glad you fell for me.”
I groaned and made a face, and then giggled a bit over his silliness. “I’m glad, too. Although what could possibly have possessed you to even talk to me after such an idiotic introduction should make me worry about your intelligence.”
“Well,” he said, feigning seriousness. “At first I was only being polite, and then I couldn’t very well just run away. You never stopped chattering long enough for me to make my escape.”
“If I didn’t ensnare you with my natural grace and witty banter, what did you find appealing about me?” I asked playfully, although I honestly was extremely curious. “I thought you had a very sweet smile, although that was the entire basis of the crush I had on you when I was twelve, so it doesn’t really count.”
He chuckled. “I liked the way you kept talking and talking, even though you obviously wanted to stop yourself, and the way you blushed, and your laugh.”
“My laugh?”
“The way you laugh at yourself, mainly. And the way you laugh at me sometimes, and how you make me laugh at myself. We need laughter in the world, maybe now more than ever before. You are my smile.”
Rendered temporarily speechless by such a sweet comment, I merely kissed him and nestled comfortably into his arms.