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Staring in the mirror after her shower Hermione smiled as her eyes traced the tattoos that told her story.
Starting with her first, the vine wrapping around the glistening scar from Dolohov at the ministry. She'd gotten it before returning to school for her sixth year, a silent testament to her resilience. Then came the cauldron on its side spilling flowers across her thigh; amaryllis chamomile, edelweiss, fern, hollyhock, rosemary, zinnia, chrysanthemum, woodland sage, daffodil. Each blossom had a meaning that highlighted another facet of her, flowers added over time until she felt it was complete. Next was the basilisk fang on her inner arm, everything she had done through the years of the war condensed into a simple icon of her most important contribution. Finally her newest, not visible in the mirror but she could picture it in her mind, the phases of the moon spread across her upper back from shoulder to shoulder for the man she loved.
“I still think my name might have been less obvious.” Remus teased lightly as he apparated into the room, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “And if you keep standing there wearing only your tattoos we will be late for Christmas lunch.”
Hermione twisted around and wrapped her arms around Remus’ neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “Might be worth it, all our guests downstairs able to come looking for us at any moment while you fuck me until I can barely walk.”
As his trousers tightened Remus growled possessively, lifting Hermione and pressing her into the wall next to the mirror. “You'd love that wouldn't you? Do you want to sit there in your Christmas dress with me dripping out of you while we tell everyone that we've been together for four years? Maybe you'll finally let me mark that pretty little neck of yours so everyone knows you're my mate?”
“Remus, please.” Hermione whined desperately, arching her hips trying to get more pressure on her aching cunt.
Shifting his grip so he could support his witch with one hand Remus used his now free hand to reach between her thighs, pressing a finger into her clit and rubbing slightly. “Think you can be quiet? Harry is already downstairs finishing preparing, he thinks you're up here alone getting ready.”
“Yes, please, I need you.” Hermione begged, trying to slide a hand between them to free his cock.
Remus growled low in his throat as her fingers brushed over him. Muttering a wandless spell he banished his trousers to the bed before lifting Hermione slightly so he could press the tip of his dick against her heat. “You've never taken me like this, never let me fuck you without stretching your cunt first. Are you sure?” Remus asked as he pressed two fingers into her, gathering her desire on them.
Deep in her brain Hermione acknowledged his words and concern but she knew she was ready. Three years of fucking the man who currently had her pinned to the wall had adjusted her body to his size. “If it's too much I'll tell you, I swear.”
Remus studied her for a moment then nodded. “No sex for a month if you hide pain from me, understood?”
Hermione nodded as she thrust against the fingers he still had pressed into her center, desperate for more.
Whispering a spell Remus conjured lube in his hand as he withdrew it from her, coating his dick to make it easier on his witch. Then, agonizingly slowly, he lined himself up and started pressing into Hermione's cunt. “Godric, you're so fucking tight.” He gasped as he grabbed onto her hips to steady her.
“Fuck,” Hermione hissed as she felt him stretch her like never before. “Feels so good.”
Fighting the urge to slam into her, to fuck her, to claim her, Remus pulled out before thrusting slightly deeper. When Hermione moaned appreciatively Remus repeated the motion, this time fully burying himself in her. “Mate. Made for me. Perfect for me.” He growled, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck as Moony fought for dominance.
Hermione tilted her head, giving him more access. “Claim me Remus,” She gasped, desire stealing her breath. “I was going to-” her words were cut off by a moan.
Nipping roughly Remus rocked into her, “you what my love?”
“Yule gift, five years… Want to be yours.” Hermione panted as he continued rocking deep inside her.
In a moment of clarity Remus pulled back to look her in the eye, removing himself from her cunt until only the tip remained inside. “Look at me, are you positive? This isn't something that can be undone.”
Hermione returned his gaze with unwavering certainty. “I know and I am. Five years isn't enough, I want a lifetime.”
“There is no glamouring this either, you will be walking down to dinner with my spend dripping from your cunt and my mark on your neck.” Remus pointed out, struggling to stay still and not take what was being offered.
“I know, I want that. No, I need that. Please?” Hermione begged, trying to press back down onto him.
After another heartbeat of studying her, Remus nodded and kissed her hard. All gentleness was gone as he slammed back into her drawing a moan from the witch. For the first time ever he loosened his control, fucking her the way Moony always demanded.
Hermione bit her lip to stop from screaming as she held on to the man pounding into her, she knew her nails were leaving marks in his skin but she couldn't bring herself to care. When Remus released her hip to press his thumb against her clit she shattered, her first orgasm hitting her faster than ever.
“Such a good girl for me,” Remus growled as he nuzzled her neck. “One more. Give me one more and I'll give you what you want.” He murmured into her neck as he kept fucking her.
Between the cock still filling her, the fingers on her clit, and the teeth on her neck Hermione was helpless to resist his demands. Her second orgasm was already building fast, she just needed something.
As if he could read her mind Remus shifted, lifting her just slightly so his thrusts would slide over that spot inside his witch that he knew would shatter her all over again. When he felt her tighten around his dick again he pressed as deeply as he could and stilled, fighting to hold back his own orgasm. “I love you Hermione.” He whispered into her skin before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Hermione screamed in pleasure, Remus’ claiming her adding magic to an already overwhelming orgasm. As the edges of her vision went grey she felt the cock inside her twitch as Remus’ spilled himself.
Gasping for breath Remus steadied his grip enough to spin the pair so they could collapse on their bed. “Good thing I put silencing charms up when I came in, the whole neighborhood would have heard you otherwise.” He chuckled into her hair.
“Cheater,” Hermione mumbled as she nuzzled into his chest while she waited for her heart to settle. “You should pop downstairs, they don't know you live here yet.”
Remus raised an eyebrow at her and tried not to laugh. “Think that will really matter in about ten minutes when everyone sees this?” He asked, fingers tracing the bite mark on her neck.
“Shut up, you fucked my brain off.” Hermione grumbled before taking a breath and sitting up. “But, you're right. Might as well go face the music.”
Remus sat up as well and grabbed her wrist before she could leave the bed. “I love you Mi, I'm happy we are finally telling them.” He said softly.
“I love you too Remus.” Hermione replied, kissing him softly just as there was a pounding on the door. Dropping her head to Remus’ shoulder she fought back a laugh as she removed the silencing charm. “I'm almost ready Harry, go back down stairs!”
“Just making sure since the Weasley's just arrived!” Harry called back as he walked away.
Remus shook his head fondly as he slipped his trousers back on. “Let's go begin the show mate.”
Shivering at the new endearment Hermione quickly muttered a cleaning charm over them both and pulled on her clothes before gesturing for him to lead the way.