Remus leaned in close to Nymphadora, letting his lips hover over the spot at her neck below her ear where her pink hair was downy soft whisps. He didn't let his lips touch her skin—he'd found he didn't need to. She responded to his voice alone.

"Shall I walk you home?"

He whispered the words and sat back to fully enjoy what was to come. As he'd hoped, Nymphadora's lips turned up into a grin, and he watched as she sat up straighter and her shoulders trembled-as if a shiver had run up her spine.

She turned her head and said, "Yes," in a way that conjured images of her consenting to something far less innocent than walking her home.

Remus' nights were full of her, even when they weren't together. His fantasies were becoming such that he had trouble focusing on anything other than thoughts of her. Her trembling, not at the sound of his voice, but as he rocked his body against hers. Her as she sat astride him, head tipped back as she murmured his name before crying out in pleasure. Her as his hands explored her skin while washing her body in the shower.

"Are you ready?"

Remus started. Visions of his soapy hands rubbing circles over Nymphadora's naked bottom still danced in his head. "Ready?"

A grin tugged at Nymphadora's lips as she said, "Ready to walk me home?"

"Of course," Remus' croaked before clearing his throat.

She leaned in and whispered, "Do you want to come in for a while?"

Remus stood and offered his hand to help her to her feet. Once her fingers threaded through his, he tugged her to her feet and lead her to the door and hoped nobody (namely Mad-Eye) noticed his haste.

Her flat was always messy, which gave Remus no pause in interrupting their kiss to push the accumulation of robes and multi-colored socks and denims collected on her sofa to the floor. Nymphadora giggled, and Remus was delighted that she sounded as breathless as he felt. They came together again and kissed as though they'd been separated for weeks rather than the one evening they'd spent apart for guard duty the night before.

Though he knew they should keep their snogging limited to the upright position on the couch as to not get carried away, Remus put up no protest when Nymphadora placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him backwards until his knees met the edge of the now-decluttered sofa. When she wordlessly suggested he lie back and climbed atop him, he didn't argue. How could he think properly with her soft lips moving with his and her breasts pressed against him?

With agonizing regard, she maneuvered her body so they were aligned perfectly, the warmth of her tempting him to lose his head completely. As Remus fought to keep his hands in a somewhat respectable location, Nymphadora broke their kiss.

Remus swallowed his disappointment and loosened his grip on her bum. "Do you want to stop?"

"Gods, no," Nymphadora replied. She grinned and asked, "What were you thinking about when I was saying goodby to Snuffles?"

Bollocks.

Remus hoped the low lighting hid the flush creeping up his neck. He shrugged and said, "You."

"I should hope so." Nymphadora touched her lips to his, but immediately pulled away again. "Were you thinking about this?"

Remus chuckled. "My mind was a few steps ahead of this, I'm afraid."

She lowered her head and whispered into his ear, "Do tell, Professor."

Her breath was warm against his skin and one of her hands toyed with the hair at his nape. It was possible there was nothing he would deny her in that moment.

"Think warm water," Remus murmured as his hands glided in circles over her bum as they had in his earlier fantasy.

She shivered and said, "Good start."

Her voice was breathy and Remus held her close, encouraging the way her body moved against his. He didn't know what it was about his voice that affected her so, but he would continue to use it to his advantage as long as his current luck held out. With his lips ghosting against the warm skin of Nymphadora's neck, Remus murmured, "and soap-covered hands."

Nymphadora's lips covered his, and Remus responded, inviting her tongue to dance with his, which she did with delightful abandon. It made him wonder if any kiss he'd shared with a woman up to this moment mattered, wonder how he'd survived this much of his life without her.

A/N: I know, I know...it's been forever! But here I am, back with a smidgen of update. I'd fill you in on what's kept me away, but it's terribly dull. I'll be back with an update to "Friends" by this weekend.

I hope some of you have stuck around during my absence—I'm hoping you'll be around to read some things I'd like to post to help pull me out of a writing slump. I've got some half-finished projects I think I'll dust off (along with "Friends", I promise!) to stretch my fingers a bit. Drop me review to let me know you're still with me:)