(Sorry for having a couple of days break. Someone close to me found this fic, which I wanted to keep anonymous and it made me feel quite insecure lmao but fuck it, we move. Issa short chapter sorry)

Sun began to stream through the room as I was awaken by movement sounding upstairs. Sonny and Sirius must already be awake, though it was still quite early.

I rolled over, attempting to keep the covers as close to my body as possible, to see Remus had turned around and away from cuddling me in his sleep; now sleeping on his stomach.

My fingers began to trace over the light marks on his back. Some made from sleeping, the duvet cover imprinting on him and some from a possible transformation. Which I was beginning to accept more and more as fact. He also had small golden brown freckles speckling across his shoulders, freckles that I had noticed were now absent from his face.

I led there, eyes closed, lightly tickling his back for a while until my arm grew to feel heavy.

Remus was a heavy sleeper. He didn't flinch at the contact of my hand on his back or to the powerful strides I could hear walking above us. He just remained peaceful and still.

I quickly got out of bed, throwing on my T-shirt and finding some pyjama bottoms before he could wake up and see me without them in the morning light and crept out of the room.

It was kind of nice to creep out of a room to not wake someone up out of respect instead of fear, for the first time.

The sunshine was now able to peak through less angry clouds and the world outside appeared more calm. It was still lightly raining but the street was glistening with the addition of the sun. It was also really messy due to peoples bins being chucked about in the winds.

We'll have to go out and sort that later.

I picked up my wand and flicked the kettle and enchanted two mugs of tea to make themselves. Sitting down on the edge of my armchair to watch out the window, seeing people now begin to brave the outside without fear of being lifted away or soaked to the bone.

I smiled to myself. Placing my hand delicately against my mouth, in a patting motion.

I can't believe last night was real. I wouldn't have believed it if Remus still wasn't in my bed lightly snoring. Feeling that level of intimacy was entirely new to me, I felt as if I had fallen into the romance novel I had picked off the shelf. The fact that, that memory is my own and not my interpretation of someone's imagination...felt peculiar. Good! But I would have believed it more if it had been a recollection of a movie scene. Just seemed too good to be true.

As I was thinking about how perfect last night was and how appreciated and wanted I felt, I could hear movement behind me. My head turned from staring out of the window to looking down the hall. Where Remus appeared outside of my bedroom, fully dressed in yesterdays clothes. Hair scruffy and wavier than usual.

"Just in time." I smiled as the teas I had began to brew, finished.

"Good morning." he said groggily, rubbing his eyes still. His voice scratchy and deep.

I told him to get comfy and I brought his cup of tea over to him.

"Sugar?" I asked, not knowing how he took his tea yet.

"Two, please." He smiled sleepily at me. He was definitely a night owl and not an early bird.

"I forgot you had a sweet tooth." I said matter-of-factly. Someone who loved chocolate and sweets at school obviously would have preferred sugar in their tea.

"Was last night not enough of a reminder?" He winked cheekily as he took a sip of the now sweetened tea.

I blushed lightly and swatted the air in front of him to disregard the comment. Sitting back down, knees curled close to me on the armchair. We face opposite each other.

"Thanks for, yanno-" I began trying to act all cool and unphased.
"Letting me take my time." I finished.

Last night was perfect because it didn't feel rushed. I was still so inexperienced that jumping straight to sex felt unnatural...though my body at times told me otherwise.

I wonder how Remus sensed I wasn't ready. Although I could imagine it doesn't take a genius. I've been locked up in my room for years, that doesn't provide the opportunity to become experienced in that area. I wonder if Remus was.

"You're thanking me for the bare minimum?" He lightly laughed and I lightly shrugged with a light hearted expression.

"If I had been ready though...would we have?" I asked, again trying to be cool but the naivety in my voice couldn't have been missed. I couldn't even say the word sex still in front of him, without feeling like I wanted to crawl away with embarrassment.

He took a couple more sips of his tea and thought for a second.

"Maybe." He shrugged at the thought.
"I enjoyed it the way it was though."

I felt a slight increase of my ego surrounding the 'maybe'. Which was stabilised by the security of him not seeking sex from me. Maybe I was praising the bare minimum, but for me his definition wasn't my definition of what that could mean. It was nice to be respected and wanted, though not needing to give myself to someone completely to receive some affection.

"You're quite experienced, aren't you?" I asked out of curiosity. I knew the answer. The answer was in his actions last night but I couldn't help but wonder out loud.

He sniggered into his drink making a slight spluttering sound.

"Uh, not really." He looked at me amused.

"Oh, I would have assumed you were." I simply replied. Again, not making a big deal out of it. I wanted to come across as casual and approach the conversation of his past, especially if I wanted to be in his future.

"I've slept with people if that's what you mean, like sex. I don't typically stay round though." He said, removing the tone of humour out of his voice.

I felt slightly taken back. A subtle mixture of feelings presenting them self to me. A little jealousy that he had slept with other people and proud that I could say he had slept with me...in an actual sense, not sex. Which he claimed to not typically do.

I nodded slowly taking in the information and just continued to sip my drink.

I was about to ask another question when he sat up more straight, looking more awake and laughed a little bit.

"Okay we're doing this?" He began.
"Having my sexual history is important I guess. Go ahead, ask away."

He didn't seem annoyed at my inquisitive state, though I could tell he didn't take his answers seriously. I wondered whether he thought his experience was a joke, rather than my questions.

"When did you first sleep with someone?" I asked. When was he ready for that level of intimacy with someone? I thought I'd never be ready until I questioned that moment being with Remus.

"I was seventeen. On a caravan holiday in Cornwall, met a muggle girl. She thought I was a boxer. I had a broken nose at the time and apparently that was interesting enough." He laughed and pointed to the scar across his face.

I couldn't help but start smiling myself at the way Remus laughed at himself and not the girl from the memory.

"Other than that, I've had a few kind of hook ups. Nothing romantic at all. Also had a very casual thing with someone for a while. Which has ended." He added. Taking in my reaction.

"Kind of hook ups?" I laughed confused. I hope I wasn't in that list, cause he rolled his eyes at it.

He smirked at me as if I was asking a stupid question.

"Head." He replied the smirk plastered across his face.

The confused look lingered across my face as I tried to figure out what that meant. Until I realised what you could probably do with your head area in a sexual sense.

"Oh!" I blushed out of embarrassment a little, both of us beginning to laugh.

"But yeah I've slept with two people, I'm not that experienced at all. You don't have to worry about it." He laughed.
"And anyway a kind of hook up is probably as far as we would have gone last night, if you were ready. You don't have to rush yourself." He added casually.

I had to force my eyes not to bulge out of their sockets.

"Oh, I don't know how to do that. So it's probably good it didn't happen." I awkwardly laughed. Making sure he didn't have any expectations to a next time. I'd never even seen a completely naked man in real life, let alone touch one.

"Who said you'd be the one doing anything?" He bit back a smile.

Oh.

He was obviously enjoying finding humour in the topic, or that my face was progressively getting pinker. He took my empty mug from me and walked over to the kitchen, lightly chuckling to himself at my now frozen position on the armchair.

I eventually found the strength to get up from the chair and follow him to the kitchen, as he began to wash up the two mugs.

"I should probably go back to Sonny's for a bit but keep your evening free." He smiled and I nodded in awe of him.

He leant down and gave me a small, innocent kiss and rested his hand upon my pink cheek.

"Maybe you can have a cold shower or something while I'm gone and...think about it." He tried not to laugh at my flustered face but failed.

"Oh, get out. You're so embarrassing." I sighed, not being able to keep in light giggles either.

I pushed him out of the flat as we behaved childishly and locked him outside. Pressing my back against the door and smiling big.

Damn. How could he make me feel so many things all at the same time?

"See you at about seven!" I heard him shout through the door.