Remus/Tonks
As he walked the high road to the flat he had neglected to visit in weeks, Remus couldn’t help but think of how much he missed his lover. She had been everything to him, his rock when everything seemed to fall apart around him. He loved her so much and part of him couldn’t wait to express just how deep that feeling flowed. Tonks wasn’t expecting him home for another day or two, so the element of surprise was on his side.
A smile formed on his face as he thought of how beautiful a sight he was going to see when he finally reached his home. His key clicked the lock on the door and he crept in quietly, not wanting to alert her to his presence. Slinking down the hall, he started unbuttoning his shabby overcoat, tossing it nonchalantly to the floor.
He pushed the door to his bedroom open slowly and watched her sleeping form, admiration written in the depths of his dark eyes. As her chest rose and fell, his eyes focused on the breasts that were almost peeking out from the top of her nightgown.
Very quietly he walked to the bed and when he finally kneeled on the mattress, Tonks stirred slightly. He reached his finger out to her jaw line, tracing down her succulent neck, to her shoulder, down her arm, trailing goose bumps along the way, and finally entwined his fingers with hers. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed her fair flesh sensually, causing Tonks to snap from her sleep.
Remus slid her tired hand from his lips and glided it down to where his buttons resided on his robes. Her nimble fingers worked his buttons as she sat up opposite of him; with each loose button, her mouth suckled the newly exposed flesh. She pushed his robes from his shoulders, exposing his strong chest and collar bone, to which she made her way back up and began devouring the smooth skin in front of her.
Remus’ hands went through her midnight blue hair, pulling out the barrette she had placed in before going to sleep; it gave her hair an untamable, animal look. When she looked up into his eyes, the fiery passion was palpable, causing both to shiver in delight.
He let his hands wonder down to the hem of her gown, pulling it over her head, revealing a delectable desert for him to consume. His hands slithered up her petite sides, first rounding her hips and then up to her breasts. Tonks worked her hands down Remus’ back to the band of his trousers, as he maneuvered his mouth down to her breast, his hot breath causing her to tremble.
"Remus," Tonks moaned before unsnapping his trousers and allowing them to fall down to his bent knees.
He kicked them off with ease and his hands worked their way down to her hips, grasping and lifting her up, pulling her to him. Her legs wrapped around him loosely and she held on around his shoulders as Remus let his hands leave her hips, finally, and slide up and down her back.
Short breaths escaped Tonks’ throat as she felt the heat rise. She attached her steaming mouth to Remus’ neck, rubbing her tongue in circles on his sensitive flesh. Remus allowed them to fall onto the bed, breathlessly anticipating one another.
Tonks’ porcelain fingers tangled in Remus’ messy hair, urging him forward, almost like she couldn’t get him close enough, demanding to be one with him.
A carnivorous growl escaped Remus’ throat as he took her. More passionately than ever before. Her little whispers of thrill drove him on, beckoning the fire within him. He could feel her every fiber, as if their lovemaking was palpable around them.
His rough and calloused fingers glided sensually down her sides sending stimulating quivers through her feverish body. Crashing her lips onto his, she gave him her all; every loving sensation she could muster in her heart was pouring into that kiss. Their tongues danced sinfully around one another, toying, playing and teasing with passion. Synchronizing their movements, clinging to each other amidst the hungry callings and tremors of pleasure.
It had been ages since they had been in the company of one another and even longer since they had made love. With Remus fighting the underground war against the werewolves and Tonks' position as spy within the Auror Department, it was hard to find any time to hold a conversation, let alone each other. She missed the times that she and Remus would stay up late talking about politics, school, their friends and life. They always got on well and things never looked more positive for the couple. Until the days after Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort.
While everyone was celebrating the downfall of the darkest wizard to ever reside in the Wizarding World, a new war was rising; a season of change was upon them all. The Order reconvened not even a month after Voldemort's downfall with word that Fenrir Greyback and his twisted cronies were plotting the rise of the next dark wizard in which they could follow and be provided fresh meat. It was more personal this time for Remus, there was a past that needed to be cleansed and forgotten. Here they were tonight, six months into the fight against the creatures that Remus had tried so hard throughout his life to disassociate himself from.
Remus enfolded Tonks in his arms, her cyan hair sweeping across his chest as she pulled herself even closer to his body. She looked up into his dusty brown eyes. There he held so much compassion and love, but the fire and the animosity never truly left. She could feel it in his pulse, in his aura and in his heart. Her thin fingers traced small designs on his bare chest. Not only was it calming for her, but she could feel him slipping into a more peaceful state.
His hands caressed her arms, bringing goose bumps to the top of her skin. His touches were always consequential; he always turned her on. Tonks propped herself up on her elbow and watched as his heavy eyelids fought to stay open.
As they laid wrapped up in one another, out of breath and blood boiling, the silence that trickled into the room was terrifying. The hardest thing about living as a spy was that you never knew how long it would be before you could see each other, or even if the other would make it home alive. Though both of them had these thoughts flowing freely though their minds, neither of them ever spoke their worries and they never shared their final kisses, because promises proved that they would be reunited over and over again.
Remus sighed and pulled Tonks even closer. His heartbeat was in his throat, his veins pumped with warm blood making him more aware of the worry that was creating tidal waves in his mind. He looked down at her, the cyan hair had long since changed back to its usual bubblegum pink and when her eyes met his, they were no longer vibrant purple, but lavender and very becoming. As he watched her watching him, his thoughts traveled back to a time when he saw her metamorphasise almost daily. And it was then that he realized he had no idea what lie behind his punky, colorful lover.
"Nymphadora," he breathed throatily, "I love you."
"I love you," she answered in a small sigh. Her fingers had resumed their previous ministrations, stroking his chest and making patterns with her nails.
"Marry me," he requested. In all normal situations, he would have asked properly, with millions of witnesses, himself down on one knee and holding her hand gently. Now, in these times once again, was different. There was no sincere question, instead it was a request, almost an order. He was afraid of either one of them ever letting go.
"Name the day, love," Tonks answered, her eyes watching his chest rise and fall in a perfect rhythm. She looked up at him for an answer.
"Today, tomorrow, next month. I want you forever." He stroked curls of hair from her face and placed them behind her ear.
Tonks smiled softly, her eyes changing from lavender to pale blue. "You already have me forever, Remus. A handfasting won't change that, it will only make our vows solid with the law."
A sad smile pulled at Remus' lips. "I'm getting older-"
"No," she interrupted him. "You can't talk like that. Don't tell me that you want to marry me because-"
He took his index finger and pressed it firmly against her lips, quieting her outburst. His digit traced the outline of her lips as he spoke from his heart. "I'm not much youthful these days and being in the underground with Fenrir's pack has been taking its toll on my health. I just want to know that I have you, heart, body and soul, until the day I die. And, yes, part of it is so you are taken care of when I go."
"You're speaking like you know it's coming, Remus," Tonks said with fear. She sat up on the bed, now looking down at Remus, his eyes sorrowful and apologetic. "You don't know when it's your time! You could live to be unnaturally old!"
Remus chuckled lightly at this and sat up so that he was parallel to his lover. "I admit that I don't know when I'm going to die. But just in case-"
"What if I die before you?" she countered with a quirked eyebrow. Her hair was steadily turning a darker, more morbid shade of red.
His hand went to the nape of her neck and pulled her forcefully upon his lips. As they were cascading down her neck, he voiced in passion, "Not going to happen."
Tonks wrapped her arms around his neck, falling into the moment Remus had created, before shoving him backward and eying him suspiciously. "Why did you bring this up? What's going on?" When he didn't answer, Tonks persisted in an aggravated tone. "They've given you a new assignment already, haven't they? Well, what is it? What more do they want from you?"
Remus sighed and ran a tired hand through his messy russet locks. "Minerva pulled me aside at last night's meeting." His eyes darted around the room, trying to fixate on anything but the blazing woman before him. "There was another attack on an innocent child."
"Get to the point, Remus," Tonks ordered shortly.
"The Ministry has ordered Fenrir to be killed. Harry left on that assignment last night," he continued in a low tone. "I...I can't let him succumb to...this." Remus pointed at himself, his eyes angry and his body worn out from years worth of transformations. "Minerva informed me last night of the Minister's decision and we both agreed that it would be best for me to take care of Greyback myself."
Absolute silence. Tonks was subconsciously holding her breath and staring at Remus, her bright yellow eyes wide and fearful. Her body began trembling as the worry took over, forcing her to think and feel her worst nightmares. To lose Remus would be to lose love and to lose love would be to lose herself. He couldn't go, couldn't leave her, couldn't abandon what they had coddled into a mature, loving and passionate relationship. Their hearts were entwined now, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him to something that should have ended long before now.
When she finally found her voice, she ground out, "When will you leave?" A lone tear graced her pink tinged cheek. She wiped it back into her squash colored hair and tried to put on a strong facade which failed miserably in Remus' eyes.
His hand reached out to cup her cheek and his almond eyes softened sadly. "Tonight," he whispered.
Remus watched the changes her body went through; her yellow hair changed drastically to ash brown, her eyes metamorphed into small dark brown orbs and her face had shaped into a round frame. At this moment, he wished himself blind. This was what she changed herself into when she was depressed. Though at times she would do it for fun to get her way, this time, there was no sparkle behind those coffee eyes, just pain.
"When will you get back?" she intoned.
"If things go as planned, I should be home to you tomorrow," he said with false hope.
Quickly picking up on what he had hinted, Tonks' throat felt like cotton. "And...if they don't go as planned?"
Remus dropped his hand from her cheek and looked away. "That is up to fate, love," he mumbled inaudibly. "We have right now," he continued more positively, trying not to focus on the fact that he would be leaving her in a few short hours.
Tonks forced a smile on her face and smeared her tears around her face. She wouldn't spend what could possibly be the last night of her lover's life moping that he was leaving her once again. But, she also wanted to make it special. She leaned into him, her breasts resting firmly against his chest.
In his ear she whispered seductively, "What is your wish, love? If you could have one thing, what would it be?"
Instead of answering immediately, Remus took his time, his hands exploring Tonks' shape, his fingers running gently along her silky skin, up to her hair, twirling it around his fingers. With all of the wishes he could make, all of the things he could have, do or see, there was one thing on his mind that he always wondered. His eyes locked with hers again, those cool blue orbs staring back at him with total trust and genuine love.
"Show me who you are," he requested quietly, a fiery passion boiling his blood. "Let me see what you look like," his lips traced her neck, nibbling up to her earlobe. "Without the magic."
Tonks pulled away from Remus' touches and stood from their bed, sky clad. Before his eyes, she transformed into a sight he never thought he would see in his life. Standing in front of him was not the girl he had fallen in love with, but a woman he would love for all of his days, no matter how soon his life would end.
From head to toe she changed one feature at a time; he scarlet hair become a pale shade of blond, her eyes were a brilliant shade of hazel, captivating and enthralling.
She filled out in her face, creating a heart shape that her newly feathered blond hair flowed around. Her weight hadn't changed much, but Remus could see the slight inch of curves she had gained, while her breasts became smaller. His lover, typically the most extreme looking woman he knew, was gorgeous even without the magic abilities of changing appearance.
Her pale skin meshed beautifully with her pink, full lips. And a little birthmark on her cheek started becoming visible. Remus noticed a scar forming on her neck, its peach color running the length of her shoulder, stopping abruptly at her elbow. Sporadic, dark freckles were present on her arms, in the most random of places. There were pink gashes, healed wounds, around her stomach, her thighs and her calves. Her skin wasn't perfect or porcelain but even with the marks of the past, she was amazing and breathtaking.
He only gave her a second's glance more before he grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of him, his hands traveling over this uncharted territory. And, without another thought of what could become of their lives in the coming hours, they made love; love that wasn't blinded by any falsehoods, love that was pure and absolute. Whether tomorrow came or was lost in time, what mattered the most was how they held each other, loved each other and were willing to give each other anything the other desired, even if it meant facing a fear that had been hidden for years.
A post-war look at the lives of Remus and Tonks. When the time they spend together is limited, how do they choose to spend it? (Rated: Mature)