“Remus, sit down! You’ll walk a hole in the floor,” Arthur said to him.
The werewolf paced two more times, but then sat down and looked at the clock again, sighing impatiently.
I need something to distract me, he thought and let his mind wander, remembering the events that had brought him here.
Remus entered the house, his sensitive nose immediately catching a delicious scent coming from the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and watched the display before him.
Hermione stood in front of the counter, neatly cutting carrots. Remus noticed with amusement that Hermione worked in the kitchen as carefully and precisely as in her laboratory as a Potions mistress. Though, he doubted that Severus would allow her to run around barefooted and listen to very loud Muggle music.
Dean Martin’s voice was coming from the CD player in the corner, singing “Sway.” And that was exactly what Hermione was doing. She was singing along with the song, letting her hips roll sensually to the rhythm of the music.
Remus stared transfixed at her shapely arse swaying seductively in front of him. He had to swallow hard, twice, before he realised that suddenly his jeans were uncomfortably tight.
Like the wolf he was, he approached his prey silently. He slid his hands around her small waist, putting them on her flat stomach and pulling her against his body. He rubbed his very obvious erection against her and let his hips roll in tandem with Hermione’s.
“Are you preparing dinner or are you dancing?” he asked.
“Both. You know, I’m a woman. We’re known for multitasking,” she replied teasingly. Remus teased her back by growling in her ear in a way he knew would make her knees go weak.
“Sexy wolf,” Hermione moaned.
Remus’ hands wandered up to cup her full breasts. He massaged them lightly, using his thumbs to tease her nipples through her shirt and bra.
Hermione let her head fall back on his shoulder and he started kissing, licking, and nibbling her neck. Two minutes later, she was a trembling and panting mess, ready to melt into a puddle of lust at Remus’ feet.
She decided to turn the page. She pivoted around and kissed him. Lightly at first, but then her tongue explored his mouth expertly and demandingly. It didn’t take long for Remus to moan and whimper into her mouth.
Her kisses travelled along his jaw and down his neck to the first button of his shirt. She opened his shirt button by button, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin.
Once his shirt was open, Hermione’s small hands slid beneath his shirt, and her searching fingers found his flat nipples. She circled her nails around them before rubbing with her fingertips until they turned into hard peaks. Moving on, she arrived at his navel and circled her tongue around it before dipping her tongue inside. She continued her journey south until she reached his jeans. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the button and zipper before pulling down his jeans along with his boxers. His long, thick, hard shaft saluted her in greeting.
Remus looked down at her with half-closed eyes. Hermione looked up, grinning mischievously, and licking her lips. She took the base of his cock into her hand and licked the tip like a lollipop. She then slipped the head between her lips and sucked. Encouraged by his strangled moan, she moved over his cock intensely. Hermione licked, sucked, nibbled, and stroked his flesh just the way she knew would drive him wild. Suddenly, a heavily panting Remus stopped her.
“As much as I like your… ‘eating habits,’ I’m hungry, too, you know,” he said in a husky voice. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and dropped his shirt to the floor. He pulled Hermione up on her feet and directed her to the heavy oak dining table in the middle of the kitchen.
Remus patted the table. Hermione understood and hopped up on the spot that he had indicated. Remus knelt between her already spread legs and started kissing his way up her leg, beginning at her ankle.
“You’re a naughty girl!” he said when he pushed up her skirt and discovered the she wasn’t wearing knickers.
“And you like it, Professor!” she replied cheekily. Remus just grinned, and with a flick of his wand, Hermione’s clothes disappeared. She briefly wondered where his wand had come from, but all thoughts left her head when Remus took one nipple in his mouth. His talented mouth worked diligently. He licked, nipped, and sucked until it was hard and erect. Hermione grabbed his hair and directed him to the other side where he paid the other nipple the same attention.
When he thought her breasts were properly cared for, he let his kisses travel lower until his breath teased her hot centre. He attacked her clit with his tongue, alternating between lazy circles and quick, hard licks.
Remus inserted first one, then two, and finally three fingers in her wet, tight pussy; stroking and pumping her to the edge of orgasm. When he sucked hard on her clit, Hermione exploded in a forceful orgasm, loudly moaning his name.
Remus pushed the still lust-filled Hermione into the middle of the table. With one quick thrust, he buried himself in her hot pussy. He started with long, easy strokes, while burying his head between her neck and shoulder. His teeth began to busily create little love bites. Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around him, enjoying the delicious feeling of Remus’ movements.
His thrusts became gradually more powerful and faster until he was pounding into her with a speed only a half-wolf, half-human could accomplish. The sturdy oak table creaked and moved with each thrust, wandering with scratching noises over the kitchen floor.
It didn’t take long before Hermione surrendered to her second orgasm, her walls contracting almost violently around Remus’ cock. With a howl, Remus immediately followed her into oblivion, her muscles milking him of every little drop he delivered.
They stayed that way for a while, still joined and breathing in short gasps. When their breathing was back to normal, Remus climbed off the table and helped Hermione off the table.
They shared a languid, but passionate kiss, filled with their never-ending love.
“Mr. Lupin, follow me, please.”
With lightning speed, Remus was up and following the woman down a corridor to a door. She opened the door, and Remus stepped inside.
“Remus, there’s someone who would like to meet you,” Hermione said.
She was lying in a bed, her hair plastered to her sweaty face. She looked very exhausted, but she glowed with happiness and pride. She cradled a tiny baby in her arms. His baby he suddenly realised, and he felt tears prickling in his eyes.
Remus sat on the edge of the bed and stared, transfixed, at the new life they had created nine months ago on their dining table.
“We have a daughter, Remus. She’s a bit small, but healthy,” Hermione informed him.
“I’m a father,” Remus said in disbelief.
“Yes, you are, Daddy… and happy birthday, love,” Hermione said with a smile.
“This is the best birthday I ever had, and you gave me the best present I could ever have wished for.”
Remus was overwhelmed. They were a family now, and he would never, ever be alone again. He had a wife and a daughter and a life full of love.
A/N: This little story is a birthday gift for Maddy Riddle. Sorry, I’m a little late, but I also made a banner for it.
I’ve always thought that the wizarding world is a bit old fashioned; therefore, Remus had to stay in the waiting room during the delivery.
The sentence: They were a family now, and he would never, ever be alone again is loosely tied to my drabble What Day?
A huge thank you to Alauralen and ladyinthecloak for betaing this little one-shot!
