Arty's POV.

The fire began warming up my body in a superficial way. It already felt warm, warm with joy because of Remus.

I hadn't anticipated something romantic. A real proposal. Nothing too serious, too planned or something out of necessity. It felt organic, it felt very us.

Remus wanted to marry me; the fact that I had asked him to and it simply making sense to (situationally) was just an extra added excuse for him. At the core of the gesture was a desire to marry me, not because he thought it was the right thing to do.

I feel so lucky.

He makes me feel so lucky and I can't wait for the beginning of forever.

Mrs. Lupin.

How ridiculous it sounded, in a good way. It didn't feel like it could ever become my surname. I never truly thought I'd be able to separate myself from the surname, Black. In the back of my mind I always thought I'd be born Artemis Black and would die Artemis Black. I was thrilled for a change, though in some sense it felt like childish role play.

Artemis Lupin.

I couldn't help but smile. A giddiness making my cheeks begin to ache.

I couldn't keep my hands off of him. Continuously touching him and kissing him and caressing him. I felt like I wanted to be as close to him as possible. I wanted him inside my veins, where my blood pumped. To hold me so tightly that perhaps, by some freak of nature, we'd merge into one.

I began kissing him again, with a certain kind of hunger that was created by the passion of my excitement. Tangling my fingers (one sparkling and flickering from the flames beside us) in his chestnut brown hair, pulling him further down to my height.

We both eventually succumbed to the forcefulness of my passion, slowly and gently finding our way led on the rug in front of the fire. Lost in a kiss that refused to separate on the way down.

"I'm so happy." I mumbled, smiling against the kiss.

"I'm happier." He smiled back, never stopping kissing me.

I flipped us over, so that I rested on top of Remus. My hands resting upon the sides of his face as I held his face against mine. Our desperate lips moving against each other's in a practiced routine.

His hands rested upon my hips as I slowly began to grind on top of him, working to the same motion as our kisses.

The warmth from the fire began to subtly burn against skin. An enjoyable intensity, tingling and providing the perfect excuse to remove layers of unnecessary fabric.

I pulled away from the kiss, only for a split second to take off the jumper I had thrown on before dinners leaning back down to press against Remus again.

He sat up, holding me close before pulling away himself to remove his top too.

"Merlin, I'm so lucky." He almost groaned as he admired my bare top half in the orange glow from the fire.

"I want you." I said to him.

"You have me." He said back.

"No, Remus...I want you." I said, the fire in my stomach beginning to rage like the one beside us.

He instantly caught on and flipped us both over, in a graceful sweep.

He began to kiss all down my body, adding the the tingling feeling. Fast and hungry for a similar feeling I was craving; a closeness that only sex could satisfy.

He began to pull the trousers from off of my body, as I started to fiddle and attempt to unbuckle his belt. We laughed as I struggled and Remus quickly undid them and disregarded them to the side.

He began to attempt foreplay, the part of sex I usually enjoyed the most. His tongue, his fingers, the sensual touches and the build of tension. But I was already there, the excitement of the night and the heat of the fire and the love ravishing inside me, meaning I didn't want the foreplay; I wanted to feel him right away. I wanted to hear the way he sounds as he gets lost in the moment. I wanted to see his face scrunch together and relax instantly in a state of bliss. I wanted him now.

"No." I said stopping him, feeling the devilish glint in my eye.

"What if I want to go down on you?" He mumbled, beginning to kiss my neck.

I reached from underneath him and held him in my hand, beginning to slowly pump up and down. Feeling his lips on my neck stop as he struggled to multitask with the feeling of being touched and kissing me.

"Arty, stop." Remus moaned in a warning.

"Then stop me." I whispered into his ear as I continued to touch him, feeling him grow harder in my hand.

Remus' hands grabbed mine and placed them above my head. He began feverishly kissing me, his tongue shyly reaching out to mine between his fast working lips.

I could feel him begin to grind upon me and I buckled my hips beneath him to gain more contact. Feeling the tip brush against me, as he moved.

One hand removed itself from a wrist and gripped around my face. Forcing us to look each other directly in the eyes.

I smirked.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He said in a gravelly voice. Gripping my face slightly tighter, my cheeks being pushed together and creating a large pout.

He sucked in my bottom lip, from that created pout and gently bit it. My hips buckled again as I desperately wanted to feel him brush against me once more.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" He said with a smirk.

I nodded beginning to feel as if I were to begin hallucinating if I wasn't touched soon.

"What's the magic words?" He whispered into my ear, making goosebumps begin to ripple throughout my body.

"I'm yours." I said back, my voice sounding desperate.

"Your who's?" He pulled away from my ear and gave me a look that always drove me crazy.

"I'm yours, Remus." I said again, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head at the anticipation.

Suddenly he thrust inside of me, causing me to gasp at the sudden contact from nothing. A shocking feeling I always loved. We both moaned instantly, loving the way each other felt.

He continued to go fast and deep. A certain aggressiveness and possessiveness we had established through our years together; reserved for the moments where we just simply couldn't wait for each other.

"Fuck." He moaned, his pink lips parting and his hazel eyes fluttering closed. The combination of the feeling of our bodies moving in sync and the fire making his freckled cheeks flush a magenta pink, that began to spread down his neck and across his chest.

With one hand Remus began to touch the outside of me in circular motions, as his other hand rested underneath my head- pressing our foreheads together.

The combination of him touching me and feeling him deep inside began to send me over the edge. The sound of his moans adding to the pressure that began to deepen within me.

I could tell he was soon about to finish. His thrusts becoming slower, though still hitting the same spot. His arms becoming a little weaker and his forehead beginning to slide off of mine and find a lulled spot beside my head.

I decided to flip us over, determined to finish at the same time and as I lowered myself onto him from on top he suddenly hit something inside that always made it difficult to keep a good pace.

"Oh my," I moaned as I fully sat down on him.

He knew the face, he knew which spot he had hit and his speed picked up again as he watched my body begin to slouch over his.

An orgasm rippled through my body, right after Remus moaned out my name and bucked his hips up to mine with the few final deep movements he could muster up before we both collapsed in front of the cottages' raging fire.

"This is why I'm marrying you." Remus said breathless. A sleepy but playful look finding itself onto his face.

I couldn't find the energy within myself to playfully respond as I led on top of him, unable to move until I was able to catch my breath.