Fic: "Connection" (Remus/Tonks, past Remus/Sirius) for fakebody
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Recipient: fakebody
Title: Connection
Pairings: Remus/Tonks, past Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1,332
Warnings: Angst, fluff, sex, NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously. No, all characters and places belong to JK.
Summary: Tonks is Remus’ last connection to Sirius, and he has reservations about pursuing anything with her, but he finds that it could turn out for the better.
A/N: Written for the hp_wintersmut Fest on LJ. For fakebody. It's not quite what you wanted, but I think I managed to get everything in. The story kinda ran away with me.
Tonks was a good girl; he had known her when she was younger, when he and Sirius would visit his aunt and uncle. She had grown up into a good woman, and seemed to have inherited all the Black family looks, save for the whole Metamorphmagus thing. He did love her, and he knew she loved him, she had expressed herself quite clearly that night in the hospital wing.
But his one true love was Sirius, and without him, he felt lost. The night he had disappeared through the veil had been one of the hardest nights of his life. He had been torn between comforting Harry, and going in after Sirius himself. But he couldn’t leave Harry alone at this point, so he held onto him for dear life. Still, a part of him had died along with his lover, and when Tonks had announced her love for him, he balked. He could see no reason for them to be together, and had no intention of ever being together with her.
But eventually something changed, and Remus could tell his feelings were shifting, but not in the way Tonks would have liked. Remus was lonely, and had been for a long time. He could find no one suitable enough to fill the void, or accept him for who he was and so one late, chilly winter night, Remus found himself in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, kissing his former lover's cousin.
She was warm and pliable underneath his hands, eager for what he could give her, and eager to get things moving faster. He could feel her hands at the hem of his old t-shirt, questing upwards and underneath, softly touching his warm skin, dragging her fingernails down lightly. He heard her moan, and it sounded so reminiscent of the sounds Sirius used to make that he could feel himself growing hard.
Without pulling away from her, he tugged at her to make her follow him past Mrs. Black’s portrait, who was blessedly quiet. He led her up the stairs, past all the occupied rooms into his own, which Harry had given him. There was a single, large window, and through it, Remus could see the snow falling, pure and white, and knew it would land and cover the grass, now turned an ugly brown. His bed was quite big, and it saddened him to wake up every morning to find it empty. Tomorrow morning, hopefully, he could wake up with a warm body next to him, curled into him, eager for more.
He grasped her hand, pulling her to the bed, and proceeded to slowly remove her clothes, licking his lips as each piece fell away, and every inch of her milky skin was revealed. He yanked her close, kissing her fiercely, his blood warming as she sighed softly, pressing herself closer. He brought his hands up, skimming her arms lightly, coming to rest on her shoulders before making their way down to her breasts, caressing them softly. He moaned as her nipples hardened under his ministrations, and he brought his mouth down, trailing over her skin, sucking and biting, raising the blood to the surface, leaving his mark on her neck.
The bed called to him, and he heeded that call, resting Tonks on her back, tucking himself between her legs. He pinned her arms above her head, whispering a spell to keep them there. She struggled against them, but whether she liked them or not, he couldn't tell. Restraints had always been a favorite of Sirius'.
The wolf could taste her arousal, and it heightened his own arousal. Thank Merlin it was still a few weeks till the full moon; he wasn't about to put Tonks in danger, no matter how much she wanted him. He let the animal take some control, and lost himself in his mind, into memories long past, but not forgotten...
He lowered his head, bringing her nipple into his warm mouth, suckling and nibbling, slightly unaware of the way the girl arched into him, her breathing shallow, moans spilling forth from her lips. Her hair changed colors rapidly, from red to violet, to unnatural colors, to mixed colors. Her eyes would probably change as well, had they been open. But they were closed, fluttering in pleasure as his tongue mapped a trail down her smooth stomach.
An image of Sirius popped into his head, of the last time they had done this. It had been heartwrenching, and also slightly rough, as they held onto each other for what seemed to be dear life. Little had they known that it would end with this, and Remus had been near inconsolable for weeks afterwards. Thinking about it still made him emotional, and he choked back a sob, concealing it as a soft moan. His mouth found her warm center, Tonks quivering underneath him in anticipation, as he tongued her, relishing in the taste, inhaling the heady scent, strong to his sensitive nose. He replaced his tongue with a finger, burying it to the knuckle, stroking the one spot that made her writhe. She was gasping his name now, rolling her hips for more friction, begging for what only he could give her. He was aching now as he slipped in another finger, stretching her, paying attention to the way she seemed to crave for more.
Remus reached for the pot of lube he kept in the bedside table, unscrewing it, scooping out a healthy amount.
"Open your eyes for me, Nymph." His voice was no more than a whisper, but he watched as her eyes opened, a myriad of colors flashing back and forth. She watched with avid fascination as he stroked himself, coating his leaking erection completely, before leaning over her, pressing a kiss to her lips as he slid into her. A gasp left her mouth, swallowed by his own as he stopped to let her adjust. She gave a tiny nod, and he kissed her softly, sliding out then in again.
When her hips began moving in time with his thrusts, he picked up the pace, grasping her tightly. Her legs came up around his waist, giving him a better angle.
"Remus! Please, more. Can you- please, baby." He gave a soft grunt in reply, and moved her legs to up over his shoulders, resting her heels on his back. He rocked back and forth, hitting her spot on every alternating thrust. He could feel his own release approaching, but held off until Tonks was ready. One hand drifted away from where it grasped her hip, finger-like bruises already starting to appear. It hovered over her clit, circling lightly, teasing her. Her hips rolled, anxious for that touch, and he gave it to her, not wanting to deny her for too long.
The first touch sent him spiralling, his name coming out on a breath. His senses were on overload, and in the back of his mind he wondered why he had never ventured this way before.
"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Her chants signalled she was about to come, and he shifted his position, angling down. It took no more than three full thrusts before her orgasm hit her, Remus' name on the last exhalation. The action of her clenching around his member drove him over the edge, and he came with a cry, filling her with his seed.
They remained in their positions until they had caught their breath. Remus slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his side, pulling Tonks in close. He wrapped an arm around, his fingers caressing her stomach. His heart raced, and the wolf howled and bayed inside of him.
He closed his dark amber eyes, prepared to sleep throught the night, confident that the nightmares wouldn't come, and that he would wake up with this girl still asleep in his arms, while the snow fell outside, blanketing the world, covering up its imperfections.
One last thing reached his ears before he drifted off, Tonks' tired but pleased voice soothing the wolf.
"I know I'm not Sirius, but Remus? I love you."
Recipient: fakebody
Title: Connection
Pairings: Remus/Tonks, past Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1,332
Warnings: Angst, fluff, sex, NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously. No, all characters and places belong to JK.
Summary: Tonks is Remus’ last connection to Sirius, and he has reservations about pursuing anything with her, but he finds that it could turn out for the better.
A/N: Written for the hp_wintersmut Fest on LJ. For fakebody. It's not quite what you wanted, but I think I managed to get everything in. The story kinda ran away with me.
Tonks was a good girl; he had known her when she was younger, when he and Sirius would visit his aunt and uncle. She had grown up into a good woman, and seemed to have inherited all the Black family looks, save for the whole Metamorphmagus thing. He did love her, and he knew she loved him, she had expressed herself quite clearly that night in the hospital wing.
But his one true love was Sirius, and without him, he felt lost. The night he had disappeared through the veil had been one of the hardest nights of his life. He had been torn between comforting Harry, and going in after Sirius himself. But he couldn’t leave Harry alone at this point, so he held onto him for dear life. Still, a part of him had died along with his lover, and when Tonks had announced her love for him, he balked. He could see no reason for them to be together, and had no intention of ever being together with her.
But eventually something changed, and Remus could tell his feelings were shifting, but not in the way Tonks would have liked. Remus was lonely, and had been for a long time. He could find no one suitable enough to fill the void, or accept him for who he was and so one late, chilly winter night, Remus found himself in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, kissing his former lover's cousin.
She was warm and pliable underneath his hands, eager for what he could give her, and eager to get things moving faster. He could feel her hands at the hem of his old t-shirt, questing upwards and underneath, softly touching his warm skin, dragging her fingernails down lightly. He heard her moan, and it sounded so reminiscent of the sounds Sirius used to make that he could feel himself growing hard.
Without pulling away from her, he tugged at her to make her follow him past Mrs. Black’s portrait, who was blessedly quiet. He led her up the stairs, past all the occupied rooms into his own, which Harry had given him. There was a single, large window, and through it, Remus could see the snow falling, pure and white, and knew it would land and cover the grass, now turned an ugly brown. His bed was quite big, and it saddened him to wake up every morning to find it empty. Tomorrow morning, hopefully, he could wake up with a warm body next to him, curled into him, eager for more.
He grasped her hand, pulling her to the bed, and proceeded to slowly remove her clothes, licking his lips as each piece fell away, and every inch of her milky skin was revealed. He yanked her close, kissing her fiercely, his blood warming as she sighed softly, pressing herself closer. He brought his hands up, skimming her arms lightly, coming to rest on her shoulders before making their way down to her breasts, caressing them softly. He moaned as her nipples hardened under his ministrations, and he brought his mouth down, trailing over her skin, sucking and biting, raising the blood to the surface, leaving his mark on her neck.
The bed called to him, and he heeded that call, resting Tonks on her back, tucking himself between her legs. He pinned her arms above her head, whispering a spell to keep them there. She struggled against them, but whether she liked them or not, he couldn't tell. Restraints had always been a favorite of Sirius'.
The wolf could taste her arousal, and it heightened his own arousal. Thank Merlin it was still a few weeks till the full moon; he wasn't about to put Tonks in danger, no matter how much she wanted him. He let the animal take some control, and lost himself in his mind, into memories long past, but not forgotten...
He lowered his head, bringing her nipple into his warm mouth, suckling and nibbling, slightly unaware of the way the girl arched into him, her breathing shallow, moans spilling forth from her lips. Her hair changed colors rapidly, from red to violet, to unnatural colors, to mixed colors. Her eyes would probably change as well, had they been open. But they were closed, fluttering in pleasure as his tongue mapped a trail down her smooth stomach.
An image of Sirius popped into his head, of the last time they had done this. It had been heartwrenching, and also slightly rough, as they held onto each other for what seemed to be dear life. Little had they known that it would end with this, and Remus had been near inconsolable for weeks afterwards. Thinking about it still made him emotional, and he choked back a sob, concealing it as a soft moan. His mouth found her warm center, Tonks quivering underneath him in anticipation, as he tongued her, relishing in the taste, inhaling the heady scent, strong to his sensitive nose. He replaced his tongue with a finger, burying it to the knuckle, stroking the one spot that made her writhe. She was gasping his name now, rolling her hips for more friction, begging for what only he could give her. He was aching now as he slipped in another finger, stretching her, paying attention to the way she seemed to crave for more.
Remus reached for the pot of lube he kept in the bedside table, unscrewing it, scooping out a healthy amount.
"Open your eyes for me, Nymph." His voice was no more than a whisper, but he watched as her eyes opened, a myriad of colors flashing back and forth. She watched with avid fascination as he stroked himself, coating his leaking erection completely, before leaning over her, pressing a kiss to her lips as he slid into her. A gasp left her mouth, swallowed by his own as he stopped to let her adjust. She gave a tiny nod, and he kissed her softly, sliding out then in again.
When her hips began moving in time with his thrusts, he picked up the pace, grasping her tightly. Her legs came up around his waist, giving him a better angle.
"Remus! Please, more. Can you- please, baby." He gave a soft grunt in reply, and moved her legs to up over his shoulders, resting her heels on his back. He rocked back and forth, hitting her spot on every alternating thrust. He could feel his own release approaching, but held off until Tonks was ready. One hand drifted away from where it grasped her hip, finger-like bruises already starting to appear. It hovered over her clit, circling lightly, teasing her. Her hips rolled, anxious for that touch, and he gave it to her, not wanting to deny her for too long.
The first touch sent him spiralling, his name coming out on a breath. His senses were on overload, and in the back of his mind he wondered why he had never ventured this way before.
"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Her chants signalled she was about to come, and he shifted his position, angling down. It took no more than three full thrusts before her orgasm hit her, Remus' name on the last exhalation. The action of her clenching around his member drove him over the edge, and he came with a cry, filling her with his seed.
They remained in their positions until they had caught their breath. Remus slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his side, pulling Tonks in close. He wrapped an arm around, his fingers caressing her stomach. His heart raced, and the wolf howled and bayed inside of him.
He closed his dark amber eyes, prepared to sleep throught the night, confident that the nightmares wouldn't come, and that he would wake up with this girl still asleep in his arms, while the snow fell outside, blanketing the world, covering up its imperfections.
One last thing reached his ears before he drifted off, Tonks' tired but pleased voice soothing the wolf.
"I know I'm not Sirius, but Remus? I love you."