Forever Yours

Fantasies

You were afraid. In fact, you were almost petrified, though you did not intend to make that obvious to Isaac. Predators grow more confident when they know their prey are frightened.

"I told you to get the bloody hell out of here."

Seemingly oblivious to you for a moment, he came further into your room and stared at a photograph on your wall of you and Lanette. His eyes flicked from the picture featuring you to the actual you.

He remarked calmly, "You're very lovely, Fantasy." He paused as if in thought. "I know your father said your nickname came from reading, but I think you probably have many elaborate fantasies going on in that clever head of yours." He strolled towards you with unhurried steps. "I could help you make some of those dreams come true."

You involuntarily stepped backwards from him until your back slammed into the wall. "You know nothing about my dreams," you snapped at him with more bravado than you felt.

"I would if you shared them with me," Isaac stated sensuously. He reached out to caress your cheek.

It was then that you decided to take a punch at his jaw.

His reflexes were quicker than you expected and he grabbed your fist in midair. For good measure he held your other hand as well. "My pretty pet, you could enjoy this. Do you really want to do things the hard way?"

Unable to think of an insult that would adequately express your complete loathing of him you worked as much moisture into your mouth as you could and spit in his face.

He maneuvered his hands so that he grasped both of your wrists in his left fist on the wall above your head. He wiped off of his face with his right fingertips. Placidly, he told you, "The hard way it is. Remember, you chose this." His knees dug painfully upon your thighs to prevent you from kicking him. Before you knew what was happening his mouth covered yours and his tongue slid between your lips. You would have bitten his tongue if it weren't so far down your throat that it took all of you concentration not to gag.

Some of your attention was diverted from that when he slipped his empty hand up your blouse to fondle you. A scream of protest escaped from deep in your throat, which seemed to please him because he groped you more firmly. You gathered all of the strength in your body and struggled against him. With his powerful muscles pinning your arms and legs all you succeeded in doing was wiggling pathetically. Isaac smirked wickedly against your lips at your weak attempt. He pressed the hardness inside his trousers into your lower stomach to let you know what was to come. Tears of dread and outrage at the unfairness of the situation pricked your eyes.

Then, suddenly, it was over. He fell off of you and landed at your feet unconscious. You stared at Isaac's limp frame in confusion before lifting your scrutiny to the doorway.

Remus stood there pointing a stick at the place where Isaac had been standing. His amber eyes were bright with anger, though they softened once they found yours. He came toward you and slipped an arm around your waist to help guide you to the bed so you could sit. It wasn't until that moment that you realised you had been shaking uncontrollably, and you never would have had a hope of walking unaided. You could not determine if you were quaking with rage, fear, or simple relief. Remus used his thin piece of wood to levitate Isaac's body and carry it to the sitting room.

When he returned his stick was in his pocket and an elegant goblet you had not seen before was in his hands. He mutely sat beside you and handed it to you with a concerned expression. To your delight hot chocolate was inside of it. The warmth from the goblet seeping into your fingers was comforting. You sipped the sweet liquid and it cleansed the taste of your violated mouth. No matter how much you drank the curious goblet remained full.

Your boyfriend always knew the perfect thing for you. You wanted to show him your appreciation, yet saying 'thanks' seemed vastly insufficient. Not knowing what to utter, you questioned, "How did you get here from the edge of town so quickly?"

He glanced down at his lap uncomfortably. "Well, I apparated. That is, I appeared here magically."

Everything peculiar about the 'exchange students' clicked in your head and fitted themselves together like a puzzle. "Of course! You're all magic." You slapped yourself in the forehead with an open palm. "I should've been able to figure that out." Looking at Remus, who was blinking in mild shock at your matter-of-fact reaction, you inquired, "So, you're a wizard and a werewolf. Is there anything else I should know?"

"No." He hesitated. "Except I think...I know...I love you."

Entities that felt like bubbles of joy exploded throughout your body, however, a small part of you was unsurprised, for he was perpetually considerate of your needs before his own desires for all the time that you had known him. It was obvious that he adored you and you couldn't have been happier. Remus was courageous, calm, and optimistic, but he was also mysterious. He was subtle and romantic. He was sexy. You put the hot chocolate on your bedside table and clasped his calloused hands in your own. "Oh, Remus, I love you too." You kissed him with all of the passion inside of you and were genuinely perplexed when he gently pushed you away.

He saw your bewilderment and explained, "I can't kiss you right now. You've just been through a traumatic ordeal and are very vulnerable. I'd be taking advantage of you." That was your beloved Remus; always polite.

You smiled at him. "More than kissing is a good idea right now. I know what I'm doing. I want to show you how much I love and appreciate you."

Remus said quietly, "You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to. I want to." A depressing thought passed through your mind. "Are you not interested in making love to me?"

Squeezing your fingers reassuringly, he answered, "Never doubt that I want you, my love. How could I not? You're as exquisite as a priceless jewel, but I'm less, um, attractive. I'm scarred from full moons. I don't want to disappoint you."

Hoping to be both assuring and seductive you hooked your legs around his hipbones, as you had seen Gabby do, and pulled yourself closer to him. "You haven't ever disappointed me. I do not think that's possible. Besides, some girls think that scars are masculine and sexy, and I happen to be one of those girls."

Remus detached his hands from yours and slowly glided them along the curves of your figure. He licked his lips, however, you were unable to calculate if he had done so out of nervousness of lust since his mesmerising eyes were unreadable. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

You slid your fingertips up and down his chest before resting them over his heart. Gazing into his eyes, you replied, "Perfectly."

A smile lit his features, making him more attractive than usual, and his mouth met yours tenderly. He guided you onto your back; his silky brown hair fell across your cheeks and shielded everything except his face from view like a curtain. You had never felt more blissful or safe.