“We have the wolf by the ears; we can neither hold him, nor let him go." For auror_aura

[true_marauder]

Wolfsbane potion imbibed by a wizard now flowed through the veins of a wolf, calming him, keeping his more dangerous predilections at bay.  Sometimes the draught was enough to cool his blood and allow him to curl up before the fire and sleep, but not tonight.  Tonight he prowled the room he could not leave, thanks to charms he could not undo in

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[auror_aura]

It had been a long night for Tonks, too. First, she was fretting like she always did about Remus on the full moon. She was always antsy about it, and her worry only increased as their relationship became more involved

[true_marauder]

Though the wolf was forced to withdraw with the rising of the sun it lingered just below the surface, thrumming through him like a drug. Normally Remus slept until well after the morning was ended, waking bleary eyed but fully human (or at least as human as he ever was). He made sure that he didn't see anyone until he was in control once again.

He didn't hear the door open, but the moment her hand touched his skin he was fully awake, and instinct took over. Attack was his first thought, and he sprung at the warm body, knocking her to the ground. He had each of her wrists captured with his hands before the smell overwhelmed him. It was her. Unaware of his nakedness he loomed over her, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck. The only sound he made was akin to a low growl.

[auror_aura]

She let out a surprised yelp as he overpowered her - it happened so quickly, and she was so caught off-guard that she didn't even have time to register what was happening until he had pinned her down.

"R- Remus..." He clearly wasn't himself, not that her body cared all that much. The sounds he made sent shivers down her spine and the intimate caress made her sigh involuntarily. Nonetheless, she was a little frightened. He was far too strong for her and already had the advantage - if he started to - but this was Remus, Remus would never hurt her - but, she remembered with a jolt, less than an hour ago he hadn't been Remus at all...

"Remus," she said again, making sure not to struggle, "Remus John, look at me and say my name."

[true_marauder]

He heard her speak, but the meaning of the words did not penetrate the fog surrounding his mind quiet yet. They did draw his attention to her mouth, however. Pale pink and glistening with moisture from her nervous lick, he needed to taste her lips. He nipped at the lower one, lightly, almost playfully; the taste was known to him. With his tongue he tasted the space between her lips, prizing them apart, kissing her passionately.

He moved a little so that his body brushed against hers, once, then again, his only frustration in the barrier between her skin and his nakedness. When he ended the kiss and raised his head a little the need was clear in his eyes; this is what he had been craving all night.