Part Six - Bed

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A/N: Inspired by a prompt from my lovely beta shalimar1981. Credit to her for getting it back to me so fast.

Sorry it's been so long since I updated! Exams, laptop problems, and Uni got in the way.

Thanks for reading!

Part Six – Bed

“Again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again… please,” he whispered, kissing her collarbone softly.

“Yes… oh, there, just… mmm,” she said breathlessly.

He moved down kissing her left breast, his hand gently smoothing the skin of the right.

“More, Remus…”

“Again,” he said in response, pausing in his attentions to her.

“Yes! Remus, please, don’t stop,” she moaned.

He returned his attention to her chest, kissing and stroking but never touching her nipples, where she really wanted him to more than anything. He moved his hand a little lower, stroking her stomach first, then her hips, the tops of her thighs, never moving quite where she wanted.

“Say it again.”

“Yes.”

“Again.” He smiled, lifting his head to look in her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed.

They were on the bed now; still wet from the bath they’d left a little while before. Remus was half laid over her, and she was laid back on the bed, her arms held above her head by one of Remus’, his other hand and mouth kissing and caressing her softly.

“Remus,” she moaned, trying to move her body so as to position his mouth and hand where she wanted them.

He laughed ever so softly, “Again.”

“Yes, Remus, I will marry you. Now… please.”

He smiled and finally, finally bent his head to her nipple. Hermione sighed in satisfaction.

Slowly he moved so he was fully over her, still mouthing her nipple, and settled between her legs which she spread eagerly in anticipation.

He stopped, moving his head so that they were nose-to-nose and positioning himself where he knew she wanted, just from the look in her eyes. “Again.”

She sighed more in frustration than annoyance at the repetition of the question. He kissed her deeply, sliding into her a little as he did, causing her to gasp into the kiss. Pulling back from the kiss and thrusting, ever so slightly further into her, he asked her once more, “Again.”

“Gods, yes, Remus… please!” Taking that as a request to move, he thrust into her and her head fell to one side as she groaned in satisfaction. Leaning his weight on an elbow he stopped moving and slowly trailed his index finger of his other hand up, from her shoulder, over her neck, to the sensitive spot near her hairline behind her ear.

“I love you,” he whispered and started moving again, her moans and softly gasped words encouraging him to move faster, harder, deeper.

Soon, her back arched and she cried out, “Remus… Ahh, Gods, Remus!” One of her hands on his shoulder, gripping tightly, the other on the bed, clutching at nothing but air.

The feeling of her tightening around him and saying his name in that tone made him lose the last shred of control he was clinging to and he sped up, gasping in from exhaustion until he, too, came with a cry.

Recovering his breath, he moved so he lay next to her, and both of them stared up at the canopy of the bed listening to the sound of each others breathing slowly returning to normal.

A/N: Up next is Part Seven - After.