Forever Yours

Silver

Remus went into the kitchen and re-entered the sitting room carrying a shiny dish. He placed it reverently on the table in front of you before seating himself.

Eyeing the bowl curiously, you sat beside him.

He took something out of the dish and unwrapped it with an expression akin to tenderness. A flawlessly shaped piece of dark brown chocolate was revealed.

When you laughed he whispered an explanation. "I told you chocolate was one of my weaknesses." Slowly, he placed the sweet in his mouth and a look of rapture graced his face. Your heart thudded in between your breasts and you heard its secret wish that you could be the cause of Remus' ecstasy.

Remus unwrapped another piece and brought it towards you. After you obediently opened your mouth Remus deftly dropped it onto you awaiting tongue. As you mouth closed Remus' fingertips gently brushed your lips, filling your body with heat like a pitcher filling with water. Trying to contain the fire, you focused on the taste of the chocolate. It was a deliciously impossible mix of fluffiness and layered sweetness.

"I don't think I've ever tasted anything this good!" you exclaimed truthfully.

Remus smiled. "It's not from a sweets shop around here."

You were about to ask where it was from when the lamps suddenly went out. "What happened?" you gasped. "It's not storming outside."

"Sirius happened," Remus muttered. "He must've flipped the power switch in the basement off because he figures darkness will encourage us to...Never mind. I'll go turn it back on."

"If you go down there you might see him and Gabby entertaining themselves," you warned.

"You're right," sighed Remus. "What do you want to do, then? Since we can't see there aren't a lot of options."

The fire in your veins unlocked a boldness that you knew was there, however, it seldom showed itself. You draped your legs across his lap and murmured softly, "I could show you how much what you said in history today meant to me. You're so caring and cute, Remus."

The only light in the room was a faint beam of sunlight that streamed in from a window and fell on you, thus you could not witness Remus, yet you were aware that he was able to view you. As a result, you felt, rather than saw, Remus' gaze travel from the legs you had laid across him up your illuminated body to rest on your face. He stroked your cheek gently and leaned forward so that his face was also in the light. His deep amber eyes were half-desire and half-question, clearly requesting permission to kiss you as he had done before. Your throat was tight with need; therefore you could not have spoken even if you had wanted to, so you blew your breath against his lips to answer his unvocalised question.

This time after your mouths met briefly and your boyfriend's tongue touched your lips he did not hesitate once you opened to admit him. The caress of his tongue was tender and soft, and when your own tongue shifted to explore his equally soft mouth you discovered with a thrill that he tasted precisely like the chocolate that you had both recently eaten.

The rest of your body was enjoying the kiss as well. Your fingertips were sliding luxuriously up and down Remus' slim chest, feeling the strength hidden beneath his seemingly delicate form. One of Remus' hands massaged the legs on his lap, but only up to your knees, where the hem of the skirt resided. He politely refused to go up your skirt. You respected and appreciated that.

His other hand, which had been stroking your cheek, cupped your head and tilted it backwards to deepen the kiss. You felt Remus' smooth lips smile against your mouth when the action produced a small moan of pleasure from your throat. The hand trailed to your neck. Then abruptly it was gone and Remus pulled away from you with a suppressed oath of pain.

Had you hurt him? You hoped not. "What is it?"

Instead of responding to you, Remus called out, "Please, turn the lights back on." When naught happened after a minute he commanded in a louder, grim tone, "Sirius, I need the lights on now." It seemed that Remus was uncomfortable in an authoritative role, though he could play the part if necessary.

A moment later you were blinded by the return of the lamps and deafened by the sound of thundering footsteps as Sirius ran out of the basement shirtless. He darted to Remus urgently and lifted him off of the settee with his strong muscles.

"Moony, what's going on? Are you-"

Remus serenely interjected, "I'm fine. I just needed light to find the vervain cream."

"Why do you want it? We don't have any of the damn stuff that would cause you to need it. Unless..." Sirius ceased speaking and turned to scrutinise you. Momentarily, he smiled at your slightly ruffled clothes, however, his eyes darkened when the located your neck. He followed Remus into the loo, leaving you confused.

You stood up and examined your reflection in the window. Your neck seemed normal; it was unblemished skin beneath a thin silver necklace. Still bewildered, you went after Remus and Sirius and heard them conversing in low voices behind the closed water closet door.

"How could you not notice she was wearing the bloody metal?" Sirius demanded.

"It wasn't potent enough for me to sense it, otherwise I would've known it was there since this morning, and I couldn't see it once we got here because the lights were out. If I had I certainly wouldn't have touched it."

"You know, you must've been touching her to touch a necklace on her body. Did my plan to make you two have a snogging session work?"

"Look, my hand isn't the colour of milk anymore. I'm glad Madame Pomfrey convinced me to bring vervain on this exchange program."

Sirius chuckled heartily at his shy comrade's avoidance of the inquiry.

Had your necklace done something to Remus? If so, why did he need vervain? You knew from your fantasy books that the plant was acclaimed to possess great healing powers. You were more perplexed than ever before. And more intrigued.