Forever Yours

Emotion

"I hope you enjoyed that," said Remus, composedly shutting the wooden door behind you. The pair of you began gaiting side by side at a comfortable pace along the crepuscular streets that led to your flat.

"For the most part." You smiled.

"Glad to hear it." It was blatantly obvious that he truly was heartened by the knowledge that you were entertained by spending time with his long-time comrades.

You inwardly allowed yourself a deep breath and took at chance at a small amount of mild flirtation. "Everyone else is very nice, but being with you was what made it so enjoyable."

His typically wan cheeks became a delightful dusty rose colour. He replied in a quiet, but undeniably genuine tone, "I liked that, too."

"You enjoyed being with yourself?" you joked.

He stepped out in front of you so that you both were inches apart and directly facing each other. "No. I liked being with you. Very much." His voice was not as light as it usually was, though it was not altogether low or husky enough to be considered quite seductive either. It was closest he had ever come to being forward. He must have realised that as well because he began to guiltily back away from you.

"Remus." You swiftly put a restraining hand on his arm. He did not move any further away, nor did he move any nearer. To eliminate the distance between you it was easily comprehensible what must be consummated. You deftly slid your hands around his smooth neck and pressed your body gently against his, as you had done when the two of you had danced together, but on this occasion there was no music to use as an excuse for the contact; the closeness was clearly wrought from distinctively pure emotion.

Unconcealed indecision momentarily flickered in Remus' breath-taking amber eyes.

He fancies me, but he'll never be powerfully attracted to me, you thought glumly. The second after you had finished forming the thought within your mind Remus cautiously impelled his velvety lips to your mouth. Needless to say, you had not ever been more pleased to be proven completely inaccurate.

It required no mental debating for you to choose to return the pressure adjoining your lips. Remus' fingers trailed lightly up and down your back leaving a feeling of intense heat behind. Your own hands moved upwards from his neck to get lost in his light brown hair. It was thin and exceedingly soft, like the finest silk money could possibly buy.

As soon as this simile registered Remus' tongue almost imperceptivity touched your upper lip. Your heart raced excitedly as you readily opened your mouth to admit him. At that moment Remus leisurely eased himself away from your thoroughly impassioned body. He had left you desiring more of his kisses. You had to admit that it was a particularly admirable tactic. Had he done it intentionally? There was no mischief to the smile that Remus gave you, yet there was no innocence to it either, thus it provided no notable clues.

You contented yourself to accepting that some mysteries were destined to stay unsolved, and held the hand that Remus courteously offered you. No more words were exchanged the remainder of the stroll to your home. No words were necessary.