[Whatever that sound may be, Remus likes it an awful lot, if the whimper in response is any indication. His lips part, his tongue swiping against hers with another, lower sound of appreciation.
His hand trails back down to her jaw, then finds her shoulder, skims down her side, and comes to rest on her hip, fingertips creeping underneath her hemline.]
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His hand trails back down to her jaw, then finds her shoulder, skims down her side, and comes to rest on her hip, fingertips creeping underneath her hemline.]