𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

8

Circe's eyes flutter open, her sleep disrupted by the golden rays peeking through the curtains. A light breeze enters the small room through the crack in the window but it is a welcome feeling. An arm is tightly wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer when she attempts to stretch. She can feel a warm body pressed right up against her back and a face resting in the crook of her neck. His breath tickles her slightly but it is a pleasant experience. The brunette shuffles herself around so that she is facing the man, who is holding her so close, and chuckles at his expression as he groans at her movement. 

Remus smiles at her tiredly, his hand reaching up to graze her cheek ever so gently- at though she would break from his touch. His eyes hold so much adoration as he looks at her. "G'morning." He murmurs, still groggy.

Its like a scene from some soppy love film and she finds herself not hating it.

"We have to get up soon." Circe tells him, her voice is quiet but regretful- as though she couldn't bare the thought of leaving their little safe haven.

He sighs, moving so that his chin is resting on her chest. His eyes look up at her innocently, silently pleading for her not to make them get up. "Do we have to?" He pouts at her.

The brunette runs one of her hands through his hair and he leans into her gentle caress. Her legs wrap around his body, which is on top of her now, causing him to snuggle into her even more than he already was. "We do, I'm afraid." She tells him sadly before cracking into a smile. "You know how mad groomzilla will be if we're late again."

"James will understand." Remus tells her seriously, as he begins kissing her breasts. His puppy dog eyes are long gone, now holding a more insinuating gaze. The kisses begin to move lower down as he starts kissing down her stomach.

She laughs, weakly trying to pry him off her. "Not on his wedding day he won't. He's been waiting for this day since he was eleven years old."

Remus groans, knowing she is right. The boy would have their heads if they are even a second late. His arms wrap around her torso, holding her like it would be the last time. "So just a quickie then?" The man bargains.

Circe laughs at his pleading face, unable to resist she nods cheekily at him. A squeal escapes her throat as he leaps up from his position. His large hands wrap around her thin wrists, pinning her to the bed, as he hovers over her. An animalistic growl escapes his throat as he hungrily takes her naked form in.

The brunette snaps awake from what was supposed to be quick nap before breakfast. Her face grows hot as the vision she had join seen flashes through her mind. It felt like she had just intruded on a private moment, she had been in her older self's body- purely spectating the scene. She had no control over the words that came out of her mouth, nor the actions of the body. Butterflies fill her stomach as she remembers Remus' loving gaze, it was like he worshipped her. 

She looks over to the alarm clock by her bed, relieved that she still has a little time before breakfast starts. The brunette hastily gets ready so she can check up on Remus, her Remus, who is in the infirmary.

"Hey pretty boy." She coos, sitting on the chair next to his cot.

The boy in question looks over to her, a small smile on his face. His eyes are vacant of the adoration future Remus' held in her vision, but they still hold a lot of warmth. She remembers the toneless expression he had given her just a few hours ago and is relieved to see that it has gone. "Hello Circe."

"How are you feeling?" The brunette asks curiously, scanning his body her gaze landing on the leg which had gotten fairly torn up before her arrival last night.

He shrugs, shuffling himself up the bed so he is sat upright. "Not as bad as I usually do, I suppose I have you to thank for that."

Circe smiles at him gently. "It was nothing, really." She tells him honestly. It was nothing compared to what they will do for each other in the future.