RP Gryffindor boys's dorm

R: What are you suggesting, then?

He asked, leaning in and kissing her nose.

Amy looked at the flask on his bedside table again, then back at Lupin.

A: Anything.

Remus suddenly caught sight of the flask, froze for a second, then reached out and, he hoped, discreetly shoved it in the drawer.

R: Gimme an example.

Play it cool...

Amy tried to look unfazed by the smuggling away of the flask, and turned to face him.

A: Well I could do this...

She kissed his neck, the alcohol in her brain making her feel light and bubbly.

R: I'm not complaining.

Remus closed his eyes and thanked the firewhiskey for the dampening of her curiosity.

A: Or this.

She slid her hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach. Her lips returned to his neck.

Remus tensed as she touched his scars.

R: Mhm...

His breathing became shallow.

Feeling the puckered skin under her fingers was slightly unnerving, but she continued.

A: Lupin?

She whispered.

R: Yes, Pepper?

He held his breath as she touched a more recent scar.

A: Why do you have scars?

She was very quiet, looking up at him through her eyelashes, nervously.

R: You've seen them before...

Remus that wasn't the question.

Yeah Remus.

A: That's not what I asked.

She tried to undo his shirt.

Remus closed his eyes tightly and let her. No point in keeping secrets now.

R: I know.

She looked at them, pink and white lines that marred his torso. With a careful hand, she followed them, her breath hushed.

Remus eventually opened his eyes and didn't shy from her touch. He lay there and let her explore the scars that mapped his chest and stomach, his shoulders, some on his arms. Surprisingly, it didn't make his skin crawl when her fingers brushed his skin, though he knew he must look disgusting. She didn't seem repulsed, at least, which was something.

She kissed his stomach gently, her hands spreading on his chest. Her curls fell over her shoulders.

Remus shuddered and finally spoke up.

R: Am I disgusting?

A: No.

She spoke softly, kissing up to his chest and then his shoulders.

A: You're beautiful.

Remus felt a smile creep onto his features.

R: Thank you.

He whispered into the dark, feeling tears well in his eyes.

A: You're the most perfect person...

She settled her head into the crook of his neck and kissed his collarbone, then his shoulder again.

A: I have ever met.

Remus pulled her to him, kissed her lips, then her cheek, then settling against her.

R: I thought you'd be repulsed.

A: Why would I be?

She still hadnt gotten an answer to her question, but didn't want to pry.

A: Beautiful.

R: Nothing is an beautiful as you.

He kissed her again.

R: Nothing.

A: Stop being silly.

She was dangerously close to being asleep, and continued to trace the scars on his stomach, gently.

Remus contented himself with lovingly caressing the curve of her waist. She had done so much to ease his insecurities tonight, the least he could was return the favour.