Thighs
Remus Lupin was known as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, with some admires from 7th year females, due to his gentlemanly habits and soft looks that seems to stay permanently in his eyes. But of course, he was taken, by you. A sibling of James Potter, best friend of Sirius Black, and teachers aid that travels between classes. You and Remus have been married for a few years now, having been together since their 5th year all that time ago.
At the moment, Remus is teaching a class with you sat all nice on his desk, with your nose in a book. You had some admirers as well, some male and female students that had a small school crush on you. Only because of how parental you could be and how much you related to them in some ways. As the older man teaches, his eyes keep flickering over to you, your legs crossed and thighs looking so nice in your pants. Your teaching Cape short and a nice violet color, a color that looked amazing on you.
Two nights prior was the full moon, so the love-sick werewolf was still on the tired side, luckily the full moons aren't to bad with you nearby. His wolf side loves you and luckily, you are an animagus, a cat to be frank. The fur matches your hair, with the same eyes your human form holds. You also stayed in his classroom before and after the full moon for a week straight, of course the other teachers know, and know of your relationship so no one minds. Except for Snape, but... He's Snape.. so... Anything that has to do with Remus he hates. Moving on!
As the class ends, Remus was done for the day. It was about 2 hours before dinner so this class was his final one for the day. He waits patiently with his usual soft smile, hiding his pain, and watches as his final batch of students leave. You raise your head from your book, your quill between your pointer finger and thumb from underlining important sentences in your book as the children file out of the room quickly. You give them all a smile at they leave and get off of Remus' desk, ready to help him relax.
The tired man turns to you and his smile falters slightly showing how hard he's fighting to stay standing with his perfect posture.
"Come here my love" Remus does as told and goes to you, his hands finding solitude on your hips.
"Let's go to your room, so you can relax a bit before dinner."
"I have to grade papers Dove"
"You can do that tomorrow, it is Friday after all" you speak softly to your love as he nods. You lead him up the creeky stairs up to your shared room. You both move through his office and into a door to the side, your bedroom. A moving photo of Sirius and James sat beside the bed. The room held earthy tones that you both loved, it was slightly messy with the bed undone and some book piles laid through the room. You help Remus get more comfortable, helping him take his shoes off and his belt off. His eyes watch your hands, knowing of the innocent handling you're currently doing to him.
You do the same, getting more comfortable before laying on the bed, him following you. Remus lays his head in his chest but can't seem to get comfortable for a long period of time. He slowly moves down, resting his head on your stomach, with your breathing his head moves up and down. So definitely not.
His head reaches your thighs and he goes between your legs laying on his back with your thighs on either side of the head. He lets out a small sigh, a sigh that sounded similar to a dog after a long day of naps.
"Comfy?"
"Very comfy my dove" you reach down and begin to gently play with his hair.
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:D is back in season for me. it’s a strong emoticon choice. so bold and exuberant as to be naive, but in this day and age, one must assume that everyone is familiar with it and everyone reads it as naive, hence its fall from grace. therefore, :D is a bold statement that the user is unafraid of being perceived as naive in expressing their true, unadulterated happiness — as well as a sort of self-referential witticism, an mocking acknowledgment alongside a hearty embrace of its own nature, winking at naivety by over-performing it, not unlike the art of drag.
(I realize I have recreated the naivety->irony->post-irony concept in that one “born to die world is a fuck 410757864530 dead cops/born to live 410757864530 dead cops” post I can’t find it right now but you know what I mean. I digress)
the effects are heightened by :D’s use alongside a slightly discordant statement. this too is a delicate art. :D with a boldly dissonant statement (like, “ripping out your entrails :D”) is little more than shock humor; everyone knows she (:D) is only there to be funny. but pairing her with a sentence that could plausibly fit her, but that is just slightly off, results in a much more interesting effect: it creates a tension in the reader, an ambiguity, an inability to fully determine whether the user of :D understands its connotations and uses it as a joke or uses it with complete naive innocence. and therefore it opens the possibility for the user to do both at once.
:D is a power play and a source of power. when I :D, I hold all the cards. you’re only here to play my game. :D
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