Here Is Good - Remus/Hermione
Here is good
Here Is Good
Title: Here is Good
Author: Stormypup
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Audience: PG-13 to be safe
Pairing: Hermione/Remus
Warnings:None
Length/Complete?: Complete - 500 Words. Short and sweet.
Summary:Remus comes home to a waiting Hermione
Disclaimer:
Don't own them, don't make money off them, but I do like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. All in the name of lurve of course.
Notes: Not beta'd, but it's too short for me to worry about it, sorry. :oP
For whatever reason, I've ben going over Lupin's answer to the werewolf question on his OWL's in OoTP's pensieve scene. This is what came of it.
Remus entered the cottage and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Hermione was sitting in his customary chair with her bare legs curled up under her. She was wearing one of his old, oversized blue shirts, strategically buttoned to tantalize him with the barest hint of her full breasts. His eyes traveled up her body, to her cheeky grin, and on to her mischief filled eyes.
“And who is this nymph I see before me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Hermione said nothing, but her eyes continued to sparkle, and her grin grew wider.
“Hmmm,” Remus said, slowly walking towards her until he was standing behind the wingback chair.
He buried in his hands in the free flowing hair, massaging her scalp and mussing it up, just how he liked it.
Remus leaned over, placing his mouth next to her ear as his hands slid down to her shoulders.
“She’s sitting in my chair…” he whispered, and smiled at the corresponding shiver in her body.
His hands moved lower, slowly unbuttoning the uppermost buttons of the shirt.
“She’s wearing my clothes…” he continued seductively as his hands slid inside of the shirt, cupping her breasts, causing her to gasp softly.
His thumbs traced gentle circles across her nipples.
“She’s wearing my ring…” he murmured, tenderly nipping the side of her neck.
Hermione’s head fell to the side, giving him greater access. He kissed his way to her collar bone, then walked around the side of the chair. She gave a moan of protest when his hands left her breasts and his mouth left her neck.
Remus knelt in front of the chair and Hermione shifted, placing her feet on either side of him. He ran his hands up the back of her calves, the backs of her knees, and up her thighs, sliding the shirt up as the went. His eyes followed the path of his hands, raising his eyes to hers when he heard her breath catch.
Their eyes locked, and held.
For the longest time they did nothing more than stare into the eyes of the other. Finally, Hermione cupped his cheek with her hand, and traced his bottom lip with her thumb.
“Her name is Hermione Lupin, and she loves you very much,” she whispered, and he captured her hand, kissing the palm, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
She felt his smile against her palm, as she said most seriously, “Mrs. Lupin kindly requests that Mr. Lupin…” she slid one tantalizing bare foot up his thigh, resting it against his hardened length. “…take her bed, before she is forced to take him…” she flexed her toes, and he moaned. “…right where he is,” she finished breathlessly.
With a growl, her grabbed her by the hands and pulled her with him to the floor. He grinned at up at the woman now straddling him. “Here is good,” he murmured before cupping her face and pulling her down for a much needed kiss.
Here Is Good
Title: Here is Good
Author: Stormypup
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Audience: PG-13 to be safe
Pairing: Hermione/Remus
Warnings:None
Length/Complete?: Complete - 500 Words. Short and sweet.
Summary:Remus comes home to a waiting Hermione
Disclaimer:
Don't own them, don't make money off them, but I do like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. All in the name of lurve of course.
Notes: Not beta'd, but it's too short for me to worry about it, sorry. :oP
For whatever reason, I've ben going over Lupin's answer to the werewolf question on his OWL's in OoTP's pensieve scene. This is what came of it.
Remus entered the cottage and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Hermione was sitting in his customary chair with her bare legs curled up under her. She was wearing one of his old, oversized blue shirts, strategically buttoned to tantalize him with the barest hint of her full breasts. His eyes traveled up her body, to her cheeky grin, and on to her mischief filled eyes.
“And who is this nymph I see before me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Hermione said nothing, but her eyes continued to sparkle, and her grin grew wider.
“Hmmm,” Remus said, slowly walking towards her until he was standing behind the wingback chair.
He buried in his hands in the free flowing hair, massaging her scalp and mussing it up, just how he liked it.
Remus leaned over, placing his mouth next to her ear as his hands slid down to her shoulders.
“She’s sitting in my chair…” he whispered, and smiled at the corresponding shiver in her body.
His hands moved lower, slowly unbuttoning the uppermost buttons of the shirt.
“She’s wearing my clothes…” he continued seductively as his hands slid inside of the shirt, cupping her breasts, causing her to gasp softly.
His thumbs traced gentle circles across her nipples.
“She’s wearing my ring…” he murmured, tenderly nipping the side of her neck.
Hermione’s head fell to the side, giving him greater access. He kissed his way to her collar bone, then walked around the side of the chair. She gave a moan of protest when his hands left her breasts and his mouth left her neck.
Remus knelt in front of the chair and Hermione shifted, placing her feet on either side of him. He ran his hands up the back of her calves, the backs of her knees, and up her thighs, sliding the shirt up as the went. His eyes followed the path of his hands, raising his eyes to hers when he heard her breath catch.
Their eyes locked, and held.
For the longest time they did nothing more than stare into the eyes of the other. Finally, Hermione cupped his cheek with her hand, and traced his bottom lip with her thumb.
“Her name is Hermione Lupin, and she loves you very much,” she whispered, and he captured her hand, kissing the palm, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
She felt his smile against her palm, as she said most seriously, “Mrs. Lupin kindly requests that Mr. Lupin…” she slid one tantalizing bare foot up his thigh, resting it against his hardened length. “…take her bed, before she is forced to take him…” she flexed her toes, and he moaned. “…right where he is,” she finished breathlessly.
With a growl, her grabbed her by the hands and pulled her with him to the floor. He grinned at up at the woman now straddling him. “Here is good,” he murmured before cupping her face and pulling her down for a much needed kiss.