[Remus is surprised and pleased to feel her tightening around his fingers so responsively; he grunts softly, feeling her wetness run down the heel of his hand and onto his wrist. Merlin's beard, women are incredible. He strokes her, knowing it would all too easy to get lost in this, in feeling the inside of her, warm and strong, around his fingers. But her movement brings him back to reality, and he presses a kiss to her sternum as she shifts to push down her own breeches, anticipating all too well the next step.
Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of her and spans his hands over both her hips.]
—want you so badly.
[This he murmurs against her shoulder. Is he drunk? He feels drunk.]
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Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of her and spans his hands over both her hips.]
—want you so badly.
[This he murmurs against her shoulder. Is he drunk? He feels drunk.]