Title: Tell Me
Ships: Remus/Hermione
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: "Tell me you don’t want me."
Authors Notes: I really don't think it needs to be said but just in case, this is Seventh Year AU. Enjoy!
50_smutlets prompt: School



Tell me

Remus looked up in surprise as the door to his office opened. Hermione slipped silently through the door, closing it behind her.

“I locked that door,” Remus said, standing from the desk and coming around to stand in front of it.

Hermione smiled, muttering an incantation at the thick wooden door. “Now it’s locked.” She walked towards him, slowly and deliberately. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

He blinked. “I don’t want you,” he said, his voice low.

Hermione reached him, placing her hands on his stomach, staring into his eyes. “Tell me to leave.”

Remus swallowed. “Leave, Hermione.”

She undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and slid her hand into his boxers, grasping him. “Tell me to stop.”

He kept his eyes locked on hers. She began stroking him and his heart began thumping in his chest. His breath came out in a shudder. He leaned down, his face so close to hers that they breathed the same breath, and his lips brushed hers as he whispered, “Stop.”

He captured her lips, devouring her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, pushing his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. He gripped her hips, pulling her against him. She continued pumping his cock as they backed up until Hermione’s back hit the door. He found the zip to her skirt and pulled it down, allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. He kissed down her neck, hooking his thumbs into her boyleg shorts and pushing them down her legs. She stepped out of them as she claimed his mouth with hers.

He removed her hand from him, placing her arms around his neck. He gripped her sides and with a surprising strength he lifted her from the floor. She hooked her legs around him and when he lowered her onto him, they both sighed.

Hermione buried her face in Remus’s neck as she began grinding against him. He braced her against the door as they thrust against one another. It was fast and urgent and Remus loved the little noises Hermione was making. She threw her head back against the door, Remus taking advantage and running his tongue along her neck.

Breathing heavy, Hermione cried out as she came, tightening around him. Remus had held off as long as he could and came with a groan.

They stilled, panting, still joined. They looked at each other, smiling. Remus pressed his lips to hers and set Hermione back onto the ground, her legs shaky.

Hermione reached up and caressed his cheek. “Tell me you don’t love me.”

Remus shook his head. Pressing his forehead to hers, he whispered, “I love you.”