Werebear Boyfriend Remi (complete)

    Even though the paper is called ‘Hearthway Hollow Daily News’ it actually only comes out once a week. The webpage is updated every day, but honestly, hardly anyone ever checks out the website unless there is an emergency. 

The newspaper has been in print since before the town was actually founded. Mrs. Locklear’s father, Abe, had started the paper back in the day as a way to keep the small Native community in the area connected. As time went on and the Locklear’s accepted other weres into the Hearthway forest, Abe evolved the paper into something he had only dreamed about.

Nowadays, the paper is run by a small staff which included the editor, three IT specialists who handled the printing and other day to day technology crisis, and an ever-changing roster of reporters and writers, one of which was you. You had been working at the paper since you were in high school, starting out as a summer job where you answered the phone and ran errands, you went through the steps, writing obituaries and taking care of the personal ads, then slowly becoming a reporter. You had your own article every week that detailed a different point in Hearthway Hollow history. For a while now, you had been focused on the Locklear clan and how they played a major part in the founding of the town.

The current editor of the paper is Remi Mortimer. He was a reporter back when you first started. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always been a big, lumbering grouch around the office. Then again, that’s what makes him fun to tease.

Back when you ran errands for the staff, you were intimidated by him. After all, Remi was well over six feet tall and built like an armored tank. Meanwhile, you were barely over five feet tall and built like a jelly donut. You were never sure how his arms fit into the finely pressed button-ups he wore. You also could never figure out how his thighs, which might as well have been thicker than you. 

As the years went on, Remi grew a little softer in the middle while you matured and grew into your curves. Remi was still intimidating, but you knew the big grouch well enough to know how to poke the bear without getting swiped at.

Back when you first became a journalist, it was Remi who was tasked with training you. This was within months of him being crown editor, but back then he had no clue. You had an inkling, having heard rumors when you ran errands and delivered coffee. The old editor, who was Mrs. Locklear’s baby sister, had been wanting to step down for a long time and Remi had always reminded her of her father, Abe Locklear.

Well, anyways, during all this decision making, Remi had to take you everywhere with him. He often snarled under his breath he felt like he was walking around an untrained puppy on a leash hoping that it would find somewhere to pee only to take it inside and have it piss in your shoe. This was bonkers insulting to you, so much so you had considered pissing in his shoes.

Anyways, old memories. You and Remi worked well together now. Much like soldiers during the war, you both held old memories you both shared but dared not speak of. This kept you bonded forever and friendly enough that you didn’t release the gory details to an unwilling mass.

One day, you’re called into Remi’s office. You’re aggravated, as it’s on a Tuesday and that’s usually the day you spend doing the rough draft of your article before sending it to Remi. He knows this isn’t a day for you to be bothered.

“Ok,” you huff as you walk into his office and close his door. “What gives? You know I wear a metaphorical ‘do not disturb’ sign around myself all day on Tuesdays. What’s so important that you gotta throw eggs at my door anyway?”

Remi’s lip curls as you talk. You hate to admit even to yourself that this is attractive about him. He has pretty teeth, and they glow against the dark ocre of his skin and the blackness of his near-constant stubble. 

“I know,” he growls. “But I need you for an assignment.”

You furrow your brow. “Isn’t that Leroux’s job?” You ask.

“Not this one,” Remi says. “There’s a conference coming up, one that could help us get the funding we need for the new printer. We need to make a good impression.”

You tilt your head to the side. “You want me to go?”

“I want us to go,” Remi replies. 

You put your hand on your hip and pop it out. “Us?” You waggle your finger between you and Remi. “Why?” You can’t help but laugh.

“Who else can stand beside me?” Remi growls. “Leroux won’t shut up, that’s why I send him on assignments. Meribelle gets anxious in large crowds, that’s why she has the letters column. Carmine is terrifying. I think we can both admit that.”

You nod eagerly. 

“You’re my best bet. We work well together. And aside from Carmine, I think you’re the most attractive reporter I’ve got,” Remi says.

“I’m going to let that drop of sexual harassment slide because I agree with you,” you scoff. “Also, thank you, I had no idea you saw me like that.”

“I don’t,” Remi growls. “I just hear what the boys around the office say.” He sits up in his seat. “The conference is this weekend. We’d have to leave Friday afternoon to get to the hotel. Will you do it?” He hands the pass out towards you.

You snatch the pass from his hand and look it over. “Ok,” you say. “But only because I haven’t actually left town in three months,” you say with a shrug. “Is the hotel nice?”

“It better be for what I’m having to pay,” Remi growls.

“Cool,” you salute with the pass. “My car or yours?”

Remi rubs at his temple as he gives you an exasperated glare. “I can’t fit in your tiny fucking car,” he scoffs.

You nod. “Ok. Ok,” you sigh as you turn towards the door. “My car it is,” you wink as you leave the office. 

You go back to your desk where you sit down, intending to get to work. Carmine saunters up to your desk and sits herself down on the corner. You would tell her to leave you alone, but Carmine was terrifying.

“What’d the boss want?” Carmine asks.

She smells like expensive perfume, which is amazing. She’s also wearing a tailored suit you’d bet your last dollar on was Armani. 

“He wants me to attend this Independent Print Media conference with him,” you say as you wiggle your mouse to turn the screensaver off. 

Carmine smirks, leaning down, so she’s closer towards you. “You’re not going to repeat the night of Tequila are you?”

You flinch and glare up at her, not saying anything, just hoping your eye contact will be enough threat to her. 

Carmine smirks. “What? Like you haven’t thought about having another night like that with the boss.” She flicks her fingers back towards Remi’s office. “You were both young and dumb back then. Imagine it now being older, wiser, and much more visually appealing.”

You open your mouth to argue then clamp it shut again. “It’s just a conference. Nothing like when we were both stupid reporters,” you grumble as you open your work back up.

Carmine inches closer. “He likes to watch when you walk away, try and tell me he doesn’t have some ideas on his mind.”

You snap a dirty look to Carmine. “Don’t you have some dalmatians you should be skinning Cruella?” You growl at her.

“I can skin puppies any day,” Carmine says with a shrug. “But watching the sexual tension grow between the two of you is far too delicious to pass up.”

“Ugh, don’t say delicious it’s gross,” you grumble as you turn your attention to the computer screen.

Carmine reaches out, touching your hair and tucking it behind your ear. Her finger brushes against the tip of your ear. “Do it for both of us,” she purrs.

You flail away from her. “Stop with this!” You huff as she laughs. “Don’t you have anyone else you can torture.”

Carmine shakes her head. “Not really. You’re just fun.”

“I need to work, so torture me later,” you huff as you try to ignore her to finish your column up.

You work a little late to make up for the fact you’ll be gone Friday. Only you and Remi are in the office as you get ahead with your work. He stays in his office, so you barely see him. But thanks to Carmine and her poking, he’s heavily on your mind.

Ages ago, during your training, Remi dragged you with him to the bar where he was meeting his friends. You were nineteen, not even able to drink legally, and yet you were served without question. Remi and his friends all towered over you, and it made you feel anxious and small, so you drank.

You and Remi ended up dancing, and that led to kissing. You ended up making out with Remi nearly all night. He took you home with him, but you both ended up passing out. It wasn’t until the morning, both of you still slightly drunk and horny, you had sex all morning. And it was amazing. 

It was your gory war story with Remi, the one you both shared and never revealed to anyone. You and Remi had agreed way back then it was a one time deal. You never spoke of it again, and you had built up a professional relationship since then. Well, you had accidentally told Carmine after drinks at her house one day. Carmine was intimidating, and in an effort to seem cool to her you drank just enough to have a truth serum effect. You told her everything.

“Still here?” Remi growls from behind you.

You lean back to look at him. He’s taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, showing off the dark pelt under his pristine button-up. It’s an attractive look for him, and you hate how much you like it. 

“I just wanted to get some things done and ready for next week,” you tell him. “I’m almost done.”

“Thanks again for agreeing to go,” Remi huffs as he walks around your desk. He takes a chair, sitting down in front of it. 

“No need to thank me,” you say. “It’s not job after all.”

Remi chuckles, and he looks down into his coffee mug. “To be honest, I chose you because you seem like the only one who doesn’t walk on eggshells around me. Well,” he scoffs and looks aside, “except for Carmine.”

“I know not to include her in most statements involving fear,” you chuckle.

“Well, anyways,” Remi takes a sip of his coffee. “I wanted to be able to relax on this trip, and that’s hard to do with most of the people here. But-” he grumbles something under his breath and sighs. “You know me well enough.”

You bite back a snarky smirke. “I know you plenty.”

“Don’t,” Remi jabs a finger out towards you. 

“Oh, what?” You tilt your head to your shoulder. “Just because I know the intimate details about you? Or is because-”

Remi hisses and slams his palm down on your desk. “I can fire you, young lady.”

“Fire me, I dare you,” you grin wickedly. 

Remi scoffs. “No.” He looks back down into his steaming mug. “Not even if I had grounds for it.”

You furrow your brow. “Oh really?” You chuckle. “And why is that?”

Remi flinches, and his thick brow pinches together. “Just finish up your work and get the hell out of here,” he stands up from the chair. “That’s an order.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” you snap at him as he stomps back towards his office.

He turns to your at the door. “Oh yes, I really fucking am.” He goes inside, closing the door behind himself.

You smirk and finish up your last bit of work before heading home.

On Friday, Remi picks you up at your house that morning. You load you bag into his trunk and then, somehow, manage to scramble and climb into his car that, for you, was two stories tall.

Remi is laughing as you finally get inside and sit down.

“Oh shut up,” you sneer at him. 

“There were steps you could have pulled down,” Remi says.

You glare at him as he starts the car and drives away. 

For the first bit of the trip, you’re both quiet. You listen to the radio. You can remember flashes of being in Remi’s old car. After getting out of the bar, you had kisses and made out in the backseat while a friend of his drove. 

You sigh and shake your head as you try to shake the memory away. Remi’s phone then beeps, and once you’re at the stoplight, he checks it. 

His lip curls and he huffs. “Why the fuck is she sending me these messages?”

“Hmm?” You hum as you look at him.

“Carmine keeps sending me these cryptic texts,” he growls, tossing his phone back down. “I don’t much care for it.”

You look out the window, having a feeling as to why she has been doing that.

You arrive at the hotel just before dinner. You’re getting a snack from the vending machine while Remi checks in for you. As you’re about to tuck into the bag of chips, you got Remi comes up to you cussing.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

He holds up the card. “They only had me for one room.”

You shrug. “So we have to share a room. Big woop.”

“With only one bed,” Remi snarls.

“Oh,” you gasp. “Oh that is uhm-” you screw your mouth up and huff. You look down at your feet then back up at Remi. “And there’s not another-”

“I already played that game,” he growls. “Place is full up.” 

“Well,” you say. “I mean, ok, awkward but we’re grown ups,” you laugh. “So what? I’ll not sleep naked.”

Remi glares heatedly at you.

“Ok, ok,” you murmur. “Too soon.” You bite down on your bottom lip. 

Remi shakes his head and scoffs. “Come on,” he growls.

You follow him to the elevator and to your room. You set your bag down and then go over to the directory to find a restaurant to get dinner. 

Remi cusses under his breath as he stands over the bed. He rubs his hand down his face and scowls. 

“What do you feel like eating?” You hold up the directory. You want to change the subject and keep the offending topic off the table for as long as possible. 

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Remi huffs.

“Come on now,” you walk over to him. “Not need to get grumpy and riled up by a bed.” You put you hand on his arm. “Like I said, we’re adults. So what if our butts touch when we sleep?” You try to joke.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Remi snarls under his breath.

You stare at him. “Say what now?”

Remi glares down at you, something dark growing in his eyes. “Your ass,” he snarls under his breath. 

You take a step back from him. “I know it’s big, but yours is way bigger!” You laugh nervously. “Dinner?” You hold up the directory again.

Remi scoffs and looks aside, dragging his hand down his face. “I can’t,” he growls.

“I can go pick something up,” you say. “Give you a chance to calm down.”

“Sure, whatever,” Remi huffs. He hands you his car keys. “Get whatever you want.” He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.

You make an order to a restaurant and somehow manage to drive Remi’s yacht of a car to the pick up the order. Once you get back, you set the food down at the table. 

“Remi?” You call out. “I’m back,” you hear the shower running, so you go to knock on the bathroom door. But right as you turn the corner, you see Remi is outside the shower, only he’s different. His massive, hulking form is bigger than before. He’s covered in thick, dark fur that’s damp and glistening. You knew Remi had to be a were, but he wasn’t a werewolf. He was a werebear.

Your eyes trail down his body, seeing he’s breathing hard. You then notice a pair of your panties are clutched in his massive paw. Not only that, his cock is rock hard and bobbing from its own weight.

“Oh,” you gasp, cupping your hand around your mouth. “You’re busy.” You look up at him as your face burns. “I’ll just uhm...ok!” You squeak as you turn to run, but Remi grabs you.

“Let me explain,” he growls. 

You look back at him, your face completely red. “You can keep my underwear I don’t even like that pair!” You gasp from nerves.

Remi huffs and grabs a towel, hanging it over his belly and cock. “I was trying to deal with this before you got back,” he huffs. “Fuck.”

“Remi, seriously, can we lock this away with the tequila?” You say anxiously.

“No,” he growls. “I’m fucking sick of hiding the goddamn tequila!” He squeezes your hand tight. “It’s not or never,” his pants softly. “I love you,” he whispers. “I can’t keep acting like it isn’t here.”

You look up at him, and you pull your hand back. “Remi,” you whisper.

Remi gulps down a deep breath as he looks at you. “Ever since that night,” he whispers. “You told you’d prefer we stayed friends, so that’s what I did. But...I can’t do that anymore. I’ve always loved you.”

“Oh,” you whisper. “That’s why you wanted two rooms.”

Remi huffs. “Can you stop making jokes?”

“I’m sorry,” you look up at him. “I don’t know how to respond to this.” You step back and sit down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know…” you frown and look at your hands.

Remi kneels down before you. “I’m sorry,” he growls.

“Can I have some time to think?” You ask him.

“Yeah, of course,” Remi stands back up.

You then frown. “No,” you look up at him. “No. I want to talk.”

Remi rolls his eyes. “Make up your mind!”

You glare at him. “Ever since that night?” You snap at him. “Ever since the tequila?” You shake your head. “That long? And you never said anything?”

“You told me not to,” Remi grumbles.

“About the sex! I didn’t know you had feelings! You should have said something about that!” You then sigh and relax. “I didn’t know. How could I know? I thought we were just drunk and stupid but you...you were serious. Weren’t you?”

Remi is silent, and he looks away. “I was,” he whispers. “But I was also stupid.”

“Well,” you murmur. “Ok then.” You reach out and take his paw. “Vault open,” you murmur. You open your arms out to him. “Come here.”

Remi stares down at you, his dark eyes gliding along your outstretched arms and then to your face. He takes a cautious step towards you then hesitates.

“I better not,” he growls.

You frown up at him. “Why?”

Remi points down where his cock is holding up the towel. “Because of that.”

“How are you still hard?” You snap at him.

“Hey,” he snarls, “you don’t get to judge that.” He jabs a claw into your face. “Give me a second to jump into the cold shower like I intended. It takes a lot to get rid of-” he then shakes his head and holds his paw out. “You know what? Never mind.” He turns, closing the bathroom door behind himself.

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly. You clasp your hand over your chest as your heart threatens to beat it’s way out through ribs and all. You got back over to the table and sit down, going into the food as a form of distraction.

A while later, Remi comes out of the bathroom, back in his normal form, wearing a shirt and pajama bottoms. You’ve almost eaten all your food and had been considering eating his.

“Sorry about that,” Remi says with a low, deep voice. He rubs the back of his neck then takes the seat across from you at the table. “Sorry about...a lot, actually.”

“So uhm,” you swallow a bite down. “A bear? Huh?”

Remi scoffs and looks up from the table. “Yeah,” he mutters. 

“Neat,” you click your tongue then rap your fingers on the tabletop.

“It is,” Remi says half heartedly. He then clears his voice and lifts his head. “Are you ok?” He asks. “If I have to I can find somewhere else to-”

“No,” you gasp, lifting your eyes to him. “Please, don’t,” you smile for him. “I’m just still shocked, but it’s not bad.” You look over his face, his stubble is thicker, darker and showing signs of gray. “Whyd id you never try the courtship?”

“I’m not a wolf,” Remi replies. “That’s not my first gut instinct. I had sex with you, and that’s when-” he huffs and shakes his head. “I wasn’t sure until that morning.”

I twist and pull at your fingers. “So just...all this time you’ve kept it bottled up because I said it would be better that way?”

“At the time that seemed like the best option,” Remi mutters. “But the more time went on, the more I grew to regret it.”

“I’m so sorry, Remi,” you murmur.

“It’s not your fault. You had no clue,” he leans back in his chair. “How could you?”

You’re both silent for a long time. He pokes at his plate while you gulp down an entire water bottle.

“About my panties,” you finally speak up.

“Oh god,” Remi buries his face in his hands.

“I mean-” you rub the side of your neck. “It’s strange but uhm-”

“I knew you’d be back soon, so I wanted to try and get things taken care of as soon as possible,” Remi moans in regret. “They smelled so good and I just-” he hangs his head down lower. “The fact you walked in at that second,” he whines.

“So,” you pinch your thighs together. “You think of me often?”

He growls warningly at you.

You chuckle. “I’ve thought about you before during-” you roll your eyes as a grin breaks out over your face. “Well, you know.”

Remi perks his eyes up towards you. “Go on,” he breathes.

You smirk at him then glance away. “Well, you know,” you huff. “That was a really fun night, and I mean...you’re the first guy who has ever-” you go for your water bottle and glare at how empty it is. “So sometimes I just think about how well you were, you know?” You squeeze the empty bottle in your fist.

“What is it you think about?” Remi smirks.

You wag your finger at him. “Oh no! I’ve already told you some secrets. Now you gotta tell me what you think about.”

Remi chuckles. “If I start, I’ll have to go take another freezing shower.” He licks the corner of his mouth, and you already know you’ll need a cold shower before you go to bed.

“Showers are free here. You’ll live with a second scrubbing,” you wave your hand at him to come out with it. “Tell me.”

“Well,” he breathes. “First off, I’ve always been a sucker for a fat ass a pretty eyes.”

Your head could have popped off in that moment it if were physically possible. Remi grins at you then he cuts his eyes down.

“I remember waking up that morning,” he growls. “You had stripped out of your dress, and we’re only in your panties,” his voice is getting darker and hotter. “You’re panties were pulled tight, nearly a thong between your cheeks.” His tongue darts over his teeth. “And you were just smashed up against me. I could feel your heat, your softness and I knew I was in absolute danger at that moment. I continued to pretend to be asleep while I got harder and harder. Then you started grinding yourself against me. And fuck, you moaned.”

You avert your eyes from him and stick your arm down between your thighs as the dull ache becomes unbearable to ignore.

“Now,” Remi pants. “Your turn.”

You shake your head. “Oh no!”

Remi grins and tilts his head. “I told you some, now you tell me more. If you want me to continue, that is.”

You swallow back the lump in your throat. “Jesus,” you huff, feeling as if the entire room was full of steam.

“Out with it,” Remi rolls his hand. “I know you can do it.”

You pout at him and sigh. “Well, continuing on that,” you grumble. “I could feel how...big you were. It got me excited. I’d never had...something like that before,” you look away, trying to avoid is lascivious grin. “That first time you were inside me,” your voice drops to a low whisper. “Feeling your heat and how much you opened me, it was an awakening experience.”

“That’s flattering,” Remi chuckles. “Have you ever been able to duplicate the sensation of me?” He teases.

You throw a nasty look at him. “Not with someone,” you scoff. “But with an it.”

“Mm,” Remi moans deep in his chest. “A toy?”

You shake your head. “Not saying until you give me more.”

“What’s left to give? I jerk off thinking about your ass and how good it felt to slide my cock between those bountiful cheeks.” He leans forward a bit. “I think about your tits swaying as I fuck you. I think about your moans and how your lips parted to say my name out loud as you came.” He leans back. “And now I’m back at where we started.”

Your panties are soaked, and you so badly want to soothe the pain.

“Now,” Remi growls, “tell me about your toy.”

“Remi,” you mewl.

“I know,” he growls, lip curling. “I can smell how much you need me.” He tilts his head back. “Just tell me about the toy.”

“I uhm-” you close your eyes and fidget in your seat. “It only makes me want you.”

Remi stands up, his pajama bottoms tented and nearly pulled from his stomach. He grabs you, picking you up and throwing you hard down onto the bed. “That’s what I wanted.” He kisses you, devouring it and begging for more.

He presses close, pining you to the bed. As if you’d fight at this point. You want him so badly, you want the ache to go away. You want to feel him again. You gasp out loud as he bites your neck. Remi growls in your ear, and his dark chuckle makes you shiver.

He pushes down your pants, and his fingers find a sticky, hot mess between your thighs. “Fuck,” eh snarls. “I thought I only dreamed you got this wet.”

“It’s a problem,” you gulp.

“Look at all this,” he holds up his fingers, showing you your cum that strings between them. “Good girl.” He licks his fingers clean then stands up. He’s starting to change again, growing hairer and thicker by the moment.

He lays back on top of you, kissing you and licking down your chest. You manage to pull away for a moment and lay so your belly is on the bed. Remi loses his breath for a moment as you lift your rear to him.

“Fuck,” he growls.

“Please,” you pant. “Hurry.”

Remi chuckles as he saddles up behind you. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this again,” he moans. “Don’t worry.”

You feel his massive paws clamp down on your hips and he tugs you back. Then, his cock rubs against your rear slowly. You gasp in shock. It’s bigger than it was before. Well, then again, he wasn’t in his werebear form the first time.

“Oh wow,” you tremble.

Remi then places the tip at your folds and rocks himself back and forth there. You shiver, and Remi bends over, pressing his back to yours. He breathes into your ear and kisses your shoulder and back.

“Slowly now,” he growls as you feel him press inside. 

Your lashes flutter as his shaft stretches you. You groan and pant, leaning back so you can take him quicker.

“Better than a toy?” Remi taunts.

You grunt and nod, not able to form any words at this point.

“I fully expect you to throw it away as soon as we get back,” he snarls as he rises back up. “Because from now on, I’m your only toy.” He shoves in deep, grinding himself inside you.

You cry out, stretching out as he shakes the breath from you. His claws dig into your thighs, and he starts to move. He starts slow, pushing deep inside and grinding himself with the pulsing of his hips. He moans and sighs, reminding you of that night that feels like centuries ago.

You gasp and shudder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re so close, and you can feel it coursing through every inch of you. Remi snarls and pants, dipping down, so he’s pressed against your back again. He moans into your ear, and in the next moment, you might as well have been unconscious.

You’re breathing hard as the world stops spinning. Remi’s weight on top of you is like he’s keeping you from floating to heaven. You catch your breath, and Remi kisses your neck and back.

“You ok?” He lifts up enough so you can roll over and he lays down beside you.

You use his thick arm as a pillow and lay there, enjoying the overwhelming afterglow. “Mm,” you moan, your words still not returning.

Remi chuckles. “I need your smart mouth tomorrow, come on,” he pops your cheek gently. “Or do I have to do it all over again?”

You huff and snuggle to him. “I can’t feel anything below my waist, shit.”

Remi laughs and scoops you up in his arms. “That’s my girl.”

“Carmine was right,” the words slip out.

“What?” Remi growls. “What was that?”

You shake your head and keep your head ducked to his chest. “I didn’t say anything! I swear.”

“Does Carmine know?” Remi balks. “Is that why-” he stops. “All those fucking weird messages she’s been sending me.”

“I was trying to impress her, and I got drunk!” You whine.

“You need to stop drinking.” Remi palms your rear. “If you really wanted to impress her,” he snarls suggestively into your ear. “You should have showed her how you can wrestle a bear.”

“Oh god, Remi, why?” You scoff.

Remi chuckles and pulls the blanket over you. “I guess we only needed the one bed after all,” he murmurs as he relaxed.

“Yeah,” you stroke your hand down his chest as he starts to shift back. “I’m glad there was a mix up,” you murmur.

“Do you?” He smirks. “Maybe we had a guardian angel all this-” he cuts off shortly.

“What?” You ask.

“Carmine,” he snarls. “I don’t know how, but I bet she had something to do with all this mess,” he looks down at you. “I will bet my last dollar.”

You smile up at him. “I think, if she did, we should send her a thank you card or like, cookies or something.” You kiss Remi and ease him back down into bed. “After tonight, does it really matter?”

He cups your cheek in his palm. “No. Not anymore.”

You lay back down on his chest.

“Be careful,” he snarls. “If I wake up with that ass smashed against me again, you’re going to be in trouble.”

You laugh. “Oh no, how horrible,” you tease. You kiss his neck. “Go to sleep. We’ll discuss it in the morning.”

“Discuss,” he scoffs. He kisses the top of your head. “I do love you.”

You nod. “I know,” you whisper. “Remi?”

“Hm,” he grunts.

You sit up so you can look at him. “I love you too.”

Remi grabs you, kissing you as he pushes you down into bed. “Fuck morning when you can do it now.”

“Remi!” You squeal as you wrap him up in your arms and he nibbles his way down your chest.