For how long she prayed he'd take things further, she still gasped when he finally took her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. The moan that had threatened to slip past her lips earlier finally escaped as her core clenched, grasping for some sort of friction. She shifted slightly in his lap, searching for a better angle, and Remus, sensing her discomfort, swiftly spun her around so she was straddling his waist. The thinness of her shorts allowed her to feel every hardened inch of him, and as his hands ran up the tops of her thighs, pushing her shorts up higher and higher, she fought against the urge to rock against him. 