Lunar Madness (Ferret) - COMPLETE

[remuslupin]

As soon as he spotted the faint smirk lingering around Ferret's lips, Remus knew he'd been right and she was up to something. And unless he was very much mistaken, he was just about to walk right into whatever it was. As she arched her back, Remus found his eyes drawn magnetically down the front of her shirt to linger over the swell of her breasts before he was distracted by her purring his name.

Her sound of her voice alone sent a jolt of desire down his spine, and then she began practically molesting her finger, licking and humming away and Remus was suddenly painfully hard, feeling slightly constricted in his now too-tight jeans. Eyes fixed on her finger and lips, Remus let out a low moan of unmistakeable arousal as his eyes flickered a light gold. "Watch out little Ferret," He warned her, voice somewhat ragged and constricted as his pupils dilated with lust, "You're playing with fire, and you're about to get burned."

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Ferret smirked. This was a bad idea. But such a good one at the same time. She needed to be able to tease a bit and sometimes it was hard to do so with Remus. This was fun, as terrible as it was. She knew she would regret it later, but at the same time, she needed to get this out of her system.

Ferret smiled and licked her finger clean. His voice sent a chill down her spine and she didn't trust herself to look at him or his reaction to her.

"Well then," she purred. "I guess I'm a pyromaniac then." She chanced a glance at him then, and winked.

[remuslupin]

As Ferret's scent became laced with smugness and self-satisfaction, Remus felt a wave of amusement roll over him. If she wanted to tease him and leave him aching hard without any release - as it seemed to Remus that her intention was on the basis of recent events - then he would just have to return the favour. But how to do so - Remus cast about for inspiration then lit upon the envelope of photos Ferret had sent him for Christmas.

A wicked grin spread across Remus' face and he raised his hands to his collar and began undoing the top buttons of his shirt. "It sure is hot in here, isn't it." He continued opening buttons until the top of his shirt hung open and exposed his - apparently attractive to Ferret - chest. "Two can play at your game, teasing little Ferret."

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Oh geeze. She was done for. She was going to loose. That chest...Merlin's soggy underpants he knew!

Remus usually disliked his chest. He hid under his shirts and rarely showed it off, comparing his to James's and Sirius's. Ferret loved it and wanted nothing more than to run her hands over it, scars and all or rest her head on his heart and listen to it beat without the layer of clothing and magic in between.

And now his shirt was open for all (or her) to see.

Leaning over to the jelly again, she took a bit more on her finger to straighten again. She studied it briefly, mostly to keep her eyes off Remus. Shrugging gently, she licked the jelly off her finger again, focusing on that instead of her boyfriend's chest.

"You can try Wolfy-Man," she said, smirking. "But I have ignored men most of my life. Have fun trying though." She turned to smirk at his face and fought not to admire his chest.

But she so wanted to...

[remuslupin]

Remus' grin broadened as Ferret made her counter-challenge, claiming he'd be easy to ignore. Despite her words and actions, her scent gave the lie to her claims - she melt so strongly of arousal that she must have been practically dripping with it. It seemed that his plan was working perfectly. She was teetering on the edge of self-control, and all he needed to do now was to give a little push.

Remus resumed slowly undoing his buttons one by one, letting his shirt fall further and further open until, as the last button came free it swung totally free and exposed his (bony and scarred and fairly unattractive) chest in its entirety. He could've taken it off, but it seemed better to build Ferret's anticipation and arousal first. Instead, while she was gazing at the ceiling and not paying attention he sneakily transfigured his pants and underwear into a pair of fairly tight boxers that made inescapable the proof of how much of an effect she was having and how much he wanted her.

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Dear god. She was doomed.

He had unbuttoned his shirt fully and she could see his chest. Dear god. Merlin. Dear. God! Why did this man have to have this effect on her!? She wanted nothing more than to quit their game and take him, press him against the bed and take him. Or vise versa. That sounded wonderful too.

But she had promised. She was kicking herself slightly for promising but she promised.

Instead of looking at his (glorious, wonderful and extremely attractive) chest, she kept her gaze on the ceiling, licking the last of the jam off her finger. She could feel the blush in her cheeks and tried her hardest to keep it in check. But the rapid beating of her heart wasn't making it easy.

Dear god he transfigured his pants too.

Ferret, despite popular belief, had never been with a male. Ever. Other than her first kiss with a guy in her first year, that was only as far as she had ever gone. Sure, she had felt their pride when she danced with them for a drink, she had never experienced one that was brought on by her. Just her and not with the aid of alcohol and intimate atmosphere. It made her feel wonderful knowing she could do that to a man (this man). And seeing it made her heart swell with pride. And nerves.

[remuslupin]

Raising his arms over his head, Remus arched his back and cracked his back and shoulders, resembling nothing more than a great jungle cat. With a cheeky smile he undid the buttons on his cuffs so he could fit his hands through before slowly and languidly pulling off his shirt and dropping it by the side of the bed, making sure that the motions involved as much movement and stretching as possible.

Sitting back slightly, Remus surveyed Ferret with eyes dilated and fully turned a deep amber with desire; her blush, her scent and the delightfully painful way she was still teasing her jam-covered finger. The tight-fitting boxers were becoming increasingly painful, so Remus reached down and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, not particularly caring if Ferret saw but wondering what effect it might have on his increasingly aroused girlfriend.

Reaching out towards her, Remus grabbed Ferret's hand, cupping the back of her hand in his palm, and lifted it up into the air. Bringing it towards him, Remus laid her hand against the top of his chest, then began to drag it down excruciatingly and pleasurably slowly. He continued to lead her hand down to the bottom of his ribs before he stopped guiding her, keeping his hand there but hoping that she'd continue tracing the path (and maybe touch him and give him some relief) on her own.

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And it was gone. He had shed it and now he was baring himself to her. And not just his chest. Damn peripheral vision. She could see him. She could see him adjust himself and feel desire pool between her thighs. God damn him!

And at the same time, God bless him!

Ferret looked at him when he grabbed her hand. At his face at least. It took so much willpower not to stare at his chest. She was the desire in her eyes, she could feel desire radiating off him in waves.

She felt him guide her hand down his chest. The simple contact made her skin burn with white hot desire. When he stopped, she had to force herself not to go lower. Instead, she began to caress the scars he had been given.

"You are a beautiful man Remus," she muttered, letting her eyes fall on his chest at last. She finally pulled her hand away, not trusting herself to keep her touch innocent.

[remuslupin]

Noticing Ferret's reluctance to look at him, Remus arched his back slightly and smiled at her. "Feel free to look all you like." His voice was hazy with lust, "No need to be shy - I'm all yours." The scent of desire was hanging heavy in the air around them, both his and hers mingled, though from the smell of it her arousal had doubled in the last few moments. It looked like seeing him grope himself had an effect on Ferret after all.

The touch of her hand against his bare skin burned Remus like a branch, each simple brush of her fingers sending jolts of pleasure like lightning straight to his groin. He nearly growled with frustration and denied lust as her hand stopped moving at his stomach, so close to where the contact was so desperately needed and yet so far.

But the touch of her hand so close to his groin as she caressed his scars crested his arousal, and though he hadn't thought it possible for him to become any harder he did, harder than steel in his now obscenely bulging boxers. He didn't bother to stifle his disappointed whine as she pulled away and deprived him of the desperately needed contact.

Instead, taking matters into his own hands he reached down and began blatantly palming himself through the thin layer of cotton, uncaring of her reaction as he let out a low rasping hiss of pleasure. Looking up at her with eyes golden and half-lidded with pleasure, he smiled teasingly, "So of all the men you've ignored in your life, where do I rate? This was it - he knew it. If this wasn't enough to convince her to at least show him skin, then he didn't know what would.

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Ferret found it adorable when her boyfriend whined as she pulled her hand away. She placed it on her thigh, absently drawing small circles there to try and relieve some of her desire. It was a trick a woman had taught her in a nightclub, in order not to go off with the first stranger she met.

It wasn't working this time. In fact, it made it worse.

Ferret promptly looked up at the ceiling again as Remus began to grab himself. His hiss made her cheeks go bright red as desire pooled between her thighs once more.

She smiled though, face red still. "You? A 105 out of 10." Smiling more, she bit her lip gently, still looking at the ceiling.

[remuslupin]

Remus smirked as Ferret immediately averted her eyes, not fooled by her coy and blushing pretence. He'd smelled the spike of desire in the air and as he noticed her touching her own thigh to try and relieve some tension the smirk turned triumphant. The plan was definitely working; she was almost as affected as he was now, and all the omens seemed good for things moving a little further than they had earlier.

Giving a cocky smile at her compliment, Remus began planning how best to get her to stop looking at the ceiling every time the going got hot, but lost his train of thought at her next action. As she bit down on her full top lip, he couldn't help but fixate on her lips, squeezing himself more roughly now in search of friction, moaning as he imagined himself in between those lips.

There's that blasted lip," He rubbed himself slowly, letting out a groan, "Again." His voice was raspy with desire, and he leaned in slowly to bring her into a leisurely but dominating kiss as he sucked her lip into his mouth, nipping on it gently before laving it with kisses.

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Ferret blushed, hearing his moans. She dug her nails into her thigh, a shiver coursing through her body and a rush of desire spread from then settled again between her thighs. Dear god it was getting really hot in here.

She should go. She should be good and leave and tell him she would see him after the full moon, but she couldn't. Her legs would not move, would not let her stand and move away from him. His words, his groan, the sounds of what he was doing to himself made her heart pound in time with her womanhood.

And as he leaned in to kiss her, teasing her lip, all hope was lost. She moaned softly and moved closer to him. She didn't touch him just yet, but she was closer than she was.

[remuslupin]

Without taking a break from ravishing her mouth, Remus reached out for Ferret's waist and tugged her towards him until they were sitting right next to each other. He moaned into her open mouth in appreciation of the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest, grinding his hardness into her soft thigh and revelling in the contact and friction.

Sliding his hands down from her waist, over her hips and onto her bum Remus pulled Ferret closer until she was sitting atop him and straddling his groin. Rubbing himself against her, Remus broke the kiss momentarily to gasp: "Oh yes. I'm really feeling ignored now." Breathing in deeply and revelling in her scent, Remus began to lay a trail a trail of wet messy open-mouthed kisses down her neck, intent on adding more hickeys to those he'd already left.

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Ferret moaned as kissed him back. Feeling his hardness against her, she blushed but did not pull away. She couldn't. She wouldn't. It felt odd, but in the best way possible.

The girl moaned again she was pulling into Remus's lap. She could feel him against her and moaned louder, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep herself balanced and him close. As he broke the kiss, she panted, eyes heavy with desire. She smiled teasingly at his words but that smile became a moan as he began to place open mouth kisses on her neck.

She licked her lips before gasping, arching her neck to expose more to him. "Alright," she moaned, eyes closing. "I admit it, I can't ignore you..."

[remuslupin]

If it was at all possible, Remus grew harder still as Ferret moaned at the friction between them as he rubbed into her where she was sitting on his lap. The sound of her moans and the scent of her arousal and the incredibly lust-inspiring sight of her messy-haired crimson-cheeked and loosing control was like a symphony to his senses, and he drank up every moment of it.

As he heard her admit defeat, Remus ground against her again with a wicked smirk, breathing into her ear and letting his lips and tongue caress her neck as he shaped the words: "And that's just the way I like it." Nipping, sucking and lipping, his tongue and lips traced a wet trail down her neck and towards her chest, showing no signs of stopping as he started unbuttoning the top button of her shirt.