When we pulled apart, eyes finally flickering open. We noticed that the lights had dimly turned on, a lamp in the corner that I had left on now spreading a warm light across the room. The power was back on.

He let out a large breath, kissing me one more time for good measure. A light brushing of lips as he pulled away again.

I couldn't help but smile, looking into his eyes that glanced down at me with such intensity. His pupils threatening to steal any ounce of hazel away from his eye colour, turning them dark with the inflation. I wonder if mine looked the same and whether it was because of spending a while in the dark or if it was that old myth of being around someone you're attracted to.

"Say it again." He said quietly, this time looking deeply into my eyes. Sucking in his bottom lip slightly.

"I'm yours." I repeated, feeling a little bit more embarrassed and exposed now that he was watching me with the light on.

I probably looked a mess from the hand that was curled between my hair and a burning flush on my face that I could tell wasn't subsiding.

"And I'm yours." He started to smile at me. Still holding me close to him.

We both started smiling at each other. Maybe out of a embarrassment now that a light was on. Maybe down to how possessive we both sounded, laughing at ourselves though it felt so right. Maybe because we had both been anticipating this kiss for years.

"Do you want to stay?" I asked and I looked away from him, resting my head against his beating chest. That finally was as fast and frantic as my own heartbeat. The kiss killed off the steadiness that remained unbeaten until this moment.

"I'd love that." I heard him say through a smile.

He smoothed down the hair on the top of my head and planted a kiss on top of it. I adored how he didn't want to stop kissing me, I felt so special.

It all felt so special. Sonny was my first kiss. Short and simple and I hadn't been given an ounce of affection since with romance in mind. I didn't realise how much I craved to be held and touched with the intent. I craved someone to want me as badly as I wanted them.

Remus blew it all out of the water, what I had thought a real kiss could feel like. One with meaning. A kiss initiated by a ravenous instinct but delicately executed.

We finally pulled apart from each other's arms and I felt incredibly shy. Only in a T-shirt and my underwear in my hallway after being kissed and submitting myself to a divine human being who stood so proud and confidently across from me.

I wandered into the living room and he followed, about to turn off the lamp that had come back on during our kiss and as I turned I could see Remus glance around my sofa.

"What're you looking for?" I said quietly, still trying to find the voice that felt stolen by his lips.

"A blanket."

He didn't have to sleep on the sofa, though I appreciated the respectful gesture. We had only just shared our first kiss, I kind of actually liked that he hadn't assumed that was the key into my bed.

I felt nervous, never being so up front about what I wanted before. Never having the opportunity to explore into this side of me, to initiate the intimacy I had been craving all these years. I never thought I would have been able to reveal such wishes.

"You don't have t..." I began, feeling increasingly embarrassed. I wasn't embarrassed around Remus or of what I wanted but being so open around physical affection and attempting to initiate it was incredibly new to me. It felt foreign to ask for what I wanted and likely to receive it.

"Come, sleep next to me tonight." I lingered around the switch of the lamp, sitting on the edge of an armchair to gage his response.

He slowly nodded. A warmth radiating from his eyes. A safety and softness, easing my reluctance to be vulnerable within intimacy.

I turned off the light and held out my hand to him and he took it without hesitation. I guided us to my room in the darkness.

"I'm not ready for..." I felt too embarrassed to even say the word sex out loud.

"We don't have to have sex." He whispered. Coming closer to me again and gently kissing my forehead.

I slowly moved from my stood position, against the doorframe to my bedroom and sat on the side of the bed I wanted to sleep on. The covers already thrown back from where I left them before to answer my door.

I could tell the sky was beginning to clear up because the brightness of a clear night started to make it easier to see in the dark. A stream of pale dim light coming in from a small window.

I watched as Remus began to undo his trousers, he didn't break eye contact. He didn't feel as shy with this situation as I did. Currently crossed legged on the bed and waiting for him to join me, still in my T-shirt which I wasn't planning to take off feeling subconscious I didn't have a bra on underneath.

He didn't seem to mind my fixated, relaxed gaze as he took of his jeans and hung them over the bed railing. Taking off his checked shirt and folding it next to them. Each small movement as he removed the items was incredibly slow and beautifully captivating. As if he was taking them off for me.

"Stand up." He said quietly.

My heart starting beating faster again when it had only just slowed down in the moment of watching his slow movements.

I stood up and he walked over to me. He gently took hold of my hands and guided them around the hem of his T-shirt. My fingers touched the skin just above his boxers. Lightly gazing across his abdomen and finding a way bunched around the bottom of the T-shirt. I looked up at him with eyes that requested guidance. He nodded at the small motion of me pulling at the T-shirt fabric between my fingers.

I began to carefully take it off of him. My thumbs brushing against his skin as the rest of my hand gripped onto the material. He helped me get it over his head, as I couldn't reach.

We lightly laughed.

He took off the rest of the shirt and dropped it to the floor. He showed off the lop sided smile that I was so fond off. It was a sweet smile, towards the lightheartedness of the small intimate moment.

I rested my hands upon his chest, feeling scarred texture underneath my fingertips. Deep ones like on his hand. He let me touch him, though I could feel his heart slightly race and muscles contracting. Making me reach higher and rest my hands on his shoulders instead.

He leant in for another kiss. Sweeter than last time. Less frantically induced. Just gentle.

I could feel his hands around the hem of my T-shirt as he softly held his lips against mine. My body tensed a little, the same way his did when I felt the scars on his chest.

I felt insecure and now I knew his reaction was out of insecurity too. I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes deeply.

His eyebrows lightly raised as if he was asking me for consent that he could take off my shirt, like I had just done his.

I nodded. Feeling terrified but safe at the same time. No one had ever seen me without so little clothes on before.

He slowly removed the T-shirt and I held my arms up high for him to swiftly take the fabric and lay it to rest with his.

He simply let his hands graze across my bare back for a moment before pulling away.

"Let's go to sleep." He whispered and I nodded.

I got into bed and he slid in next to me. I turned away from him, getting comfortable.

He brushed my hair off my shoulder as he came closer behind me, spooning me. He planted tiny kisses against my bare skin, kissing the top of my back as well and then cuddled into me.

He never once initiated sex. He just wanted skin to skin contact and to sleep by my side.

He felt incredibly warm against me. Making me quickly fall asleep as if I were laying in the sun.

He was the warmth I always had been seeking.

(Again, I recommend. <3 )