August 9th, 1978
Who: Emmeline Vance and Remus Lupin
What: ;]
Where: Remus' flat



One of the many perks about having a boyfriend was the way they managed to keep your mind off of things. And not just with snogging, no, Remus was quite good at having discussions about books and laughing at the silly shows muggles had on the telly, or just listening to her rant about what was going on…which…was not keeping her mind off of things, but it did help. Currently, though, they were focusing on the snogging perk, and had quickly advanced a lot farther than they ever had. She didn’t mind, she just wondered---oh, the full moon was next week, wasn’t it? She’d started a calendar, and with her research she learned that Remus would probably be feelings things that…well, things would be enhanced.

Emmeline personally didn’t mind where things were leading. Sex had kind of been ruined for her back in April, so it could only get better, right? Right, and that’s where it seemed to be---well, they were on his bed, she was down to her bra and skirt, and he wasn’t exactly fully clothed either, so. She was more worried about the fact that if the moon really was affecting Remus’ feelings that he didn’t really want to have sex and---well. What kind of bloke didn’t want to have sex? She didn’t know how experienced he was, but from the way he behaved on a normal day it didn’t seem like much. Oh, Merlin, what if he was a virgin and she’d be---she’d ruin sex for him, she was sure. She didn’t have much experience either.

“Do you…” he was kissing her neck, augh, okay, concentrate. Emmeline’s hands pressed against his back and she buried her face in Remus’ shoulder for a moment. She did want this, she did, “Do you want to…?”

Remus would have loved to be able to blame the full moon for his actions right then and there. He was hardly behaving like the proper gentlemen he portrayed himself to be and it just wouldn't sit well with him later. He'd feel like he'd taken advantage or something of the sort and - oh, bugger it. Yes, the moon enhanced things, but you could only increase feelings that were there to begin with. Remus liked Emmeline - a lot and he definitely liked the way she felt when she wasn't wearing a shirt and it was soft and kind of hot against his skin (he didn't really know what had happened to his shirt, he assumed it had gotten thrown somewhere around the time she arrived…) and he really, really liked it and was pretty sure he would be in the exact same position this time next week if he had his choice about things.

Even if he would be dead tired.

Bah.

He had just been in the process of sliding his hands up her back, tentatively going to see if he was going to be able to make it so she was in her skirt only, when he felt her hands press against his back and heard her muttering something in his ear. He tried to not let out the lightest of groans as she had more or less read his mind and his cheeks turned a rather bright pink. Horny werewolf or no, he was still Remus Lupin. He faltered in his touches for a moment, but his lips went back to kissing and sucking lightly at her neck and his confidence seemed to return again. He kissed lower, down over her shoulder, speaking in between;

"I… Uh… Yeah… If…" he paused, his lips hovering over her chest, his hands on the back of her bra clasp, and he tried his best to keep his voice from cracking in nerves, "If… You… Want to."

She pursed her lips so to not start smiling like an idiot, and Emmeline dropped her head back onto the pillow before looking back at him with her fingers dancing on his back and shoulders. Ooh. See. Already, it was different. It was much, much different than what she and Ben had shared and the rush of good feelings squirming and swirling around in her stomach was an indication that she was doing something right. At least, in the sex area. Right?

Well. No, they hadn’t exactly had it yet, but the lead up---right. It was more than an overwhelming lust and there was no insane fear about almost dying and…well. Oh, look. They’d come back from the battle and she’d been a bit more than peeved that he wasn’t at his flat when she’d arrived, but---okay, snogging had ensued, but they’d had some common sense about it all---

Common sense. Huh. You really didn’t see that nowadays, did you?

Her back arched to allow him better access to her bra clasps, which inadvertently pushed her chest closer to his face and---oh, haaa. Emmeline flushed and nodded, hand going to push some hair out of his face. She probably could have had sex with a few blokes between her time with Ben and this moment, but Emmeline was finding that she was rather glad she’d waited. Make it count, right? Right.

“Yeah…” why was she whispering, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else in the flat, “I apologize beforehand.” She bit her lip to stop her laughter, but couldn’t help it and her entire face scrunched. Oh, it was so much better, already.

Oh thank God. He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, his hands fumbling with the clips and eventually getting them undone - though it snapped at him and caused him to let out a light "Ow!" in reaction to it. Were those things ever safe? He had gone back to kissing, lowering the straps from her arms some and eventually pulling the undergarment away completely, his lips brushing over skin and teeth nipping gently at the sensitive areas exposed. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing, but this is how it went in novels and such, right? So that had to be the way to go!

"Why would you need to apologize?" He murmured into her breast, before kissing past it and down over her stomach. His left light marks here and there on her skin, resisting to the urge to form them in the shape of an "R" as that was just too cocky for anyone - except maybe Sirius, but he really didn't want to think about him right now. His fingers slipped to the hem of her skirt, before he paused, looking up at her.

"I mean, if anyone should say sorry before hand, it… really should be me. I'm afraid I'll probably be complete rubbish at this…" Given that he was rubbish at just about anything sexual related, he thought. Though, who knew - maybe it wouldn't be that different from - well - nevermind.

“Mmm?”

Oh, she was hearing what he was saying, every word, but she was rather keen on the kissing his lips were doing and not the…talking…thing. Right. Emmeline dug her elbows back into the mattress to push herself up slightly, and her leg curved around the back of Remus’. Ah, yes, okay, this was a very good decision they were making. They didn’t even have to worry about charms or potions, she’d been taking the potion since April be…cause she was insane and the fear of getting pregnant kept her up at night, even if it had already been a month after it actually could have happened---definitely not long enough to be sure, in her mind.

Riiight, okay, stop thinking about cycles and potions, you stupid Ravenclaw.

Shifting, plenty of shifting (and taking off of clothes, oh, they were so proficient), and Emmeline kissed Remus soundly, hands pressed against the side of his face. She’d been absolutely terrified of sex, of feeling sexy, for such a long time, that it was quite thrilling to be lying here under a boy, quite naked and quite happy with that fact.

“We’re doing it wrong already,” she muttered into his mouth, “far…too much talking.”