She rose a brow at him, her smirk still evident as she watched as she gripped the table.

"You say you don't mind it, but that doesn't tell me you want it or not."

She was looking at him seriously, though the smile was still there. "I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I realize I can be... enthusiastic. You're just..." here, she sighs wistfully and she looks at him with eyes dark with a hint of desire, half-lidded. "You're just so easy to rile up, I love making you blush. It lets me know that I'm not crazy, that ... some amount of what I'm feeling for you, you feel for me."

She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding and she slipped off the stool to stand in front of him across the table, pupils dilated with attraction, burning with desire.

"Do you think I don't know what a guy wants when a pretty girl is making obvious passes at him? How he is affected? I have a brother, for hell's sake, Severus. A brother, with three other guy friends who have absolutely no filter around a lady. Well, they don't see me as anything but Remus' little sister, so that's probably their issue to start out with.


But I know what you mean when you say uncomfortable; though, would you really classify it as being uncomfortable now? Now that I know?"

She smirks. "But, like I said," and she released a breath. "I'll behave. But I will say, your emotions, your feelings, they are your greatest weapon. Though, you're safe around me. I won't ever use them against you. I promise."

A brow arched. Well, that was one way to put it. Suddenly she was around the table, turning him to face her and pressing his back into it, her breathing shallow.

"Look at me, Severus, look me in the eyes, and tell me what you see doesn't reflect what you're feeling. I can't read your mind, but there's no need to be ashamed. There's no need to deny yourself your desires; it isn't wrong.... I want your desire, Severus. Every part of it. If you'll let me have it."

And then, she began to pull away from him, her eyes still locked with his.

Her lips descend upon his, hot, needy, full of her own desire for him and then she pulls away, breathing heavily and she returns to her stool, her features schooled into a neutral expression.

"Hopefully that will help you along in that discovery."


She gives him a smile and starts to pull her things out of her bag, as if they hadn't had that heated conversation at all.

She watched as he ran off, a brow rose and she smirked. She indeed set up everything they needed, but she also had undone the first three buttons or so of her blouse, a black bra just peeking out. She looked up as he returned, just as she was rolling up her sleeves. "Welcome back. Have fun?"

She gave him a knowing wink.

"What is that look for?" she asked, giving him a smile. "It gets hot over a boiling cauldron, I like being comfortable."

She pulled her the front of her blouse, fanning herself. Pulling an innocent look, she settled on a stool beside him, beginning to prep the ingredients they would need, measuring them out.

"So.... you said you needed two for your own reasons? Can I be nosy?" she grinned. "Or you could make up something, I can't see why you would need this potion."

His reward was a pearly white grin, though slightly wolfish in nature. She couldn't help it when she was being coy. Though, not like it was ever used... ever. She hadn't a need to be coy until now. A warm feeling engulfed her a moment as once again, it settled in her that she, a werewolf, finally had a boyfriend. A taste of life. A taste of happiness.

Her father had been wrong that no one but him and her brother would love her. Care for her. As if her father loved her, that was. Maybe, before she and Remus were cursed. But now? No longer. His prejudice at spread into his own children.

She wasn't sure what he was telling her was the truth, but something about it seemed like it was. Experimentation? Her brow arched at that. What sort of experimentation? "Well, hopefully, it's a good werewolf that comes asking for your assistance."

Even she had to scoff at that. She knew there were probably more unfortunate souls like her that were, "good", but... a lot of them have had Fenrir sink his teeth into their minds and morals... and... well, it was a far and few between thing.

She watched as he coyly brushed his hand against her and she sighed, shaking her head.

"You're adorable, but you don't need to make excuses for wanting to touch me, you know. You have my utmost permission. To touch me." And she smouldered. "Anywhere you'd like."