Remus never thought he’d be so utterly helpless in your presence.

It felt like just a few days ago you and him were sharing cold glares and whispering insults about each other.

But now?

Remus only partially knows how he got in your bed in the first place. That stupid Gryffindor party that James had drug him too. God he should have never listened to James and gone, but at the same time he was relishing how you felt against him. Your body heat was like a drug to Remus and the faint hint of your cologne didn’t help.

He gently buried his head deeper into your neck as if to suppress his thoughts, but all he could think about was your soft skin against his. The way your stomach brushed against his calloused palms.

It was all too much, yet he craved more.