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Title:Firewhiskey Dreams
Author:freakinwinky
Prompt:#14
Format: One-shot fic
Word count:1,058
Summary:The aftermath of a night of drunken dubatchery. Or was it?
Raiting:PG-13 (possibly R if you grade on a curve)
Warnings:Nudity and impled sexual situation.
Author's note: I'm late. Again. I'm sorry but I'm afraid my muse has been lost somewhere and I will require some help in finding her again. In other words: Con-crit for this fluffly little peice is very, very welcome. (Heck any crit for this peice is welcome). Enjoy!
The sun was bright. Far too bright for so early in the morning.
Remus Lupin blearily opened one eye and quickly realized his mistake. His head still throbbed painfully, and his stomach felt as if it had been turned inside out.
He shut both eyes once more and tried his best to think back to the night before. Most of it was a blur.
He remembered agreeing to finish off a bottle of firewhiskey with Sirius after the order meeting. Judging by the fact that he was now lying buck naked on his bed in Grimmauld Place, Sirius had more than one bottle stored in that kitchen cupboard.
There were others there too if he recalled correctly. He vaguely remembered that Kingsley had joined them sometime after the first drink. And Tonks had come in sometime after that…Tonks.
A feeling of dread suddenly overcame him as he forced both of his eyes open and said a silent prayer that he had not done anything he shouldn’t have. He knew that in a drunken state he had a tendency to become a bit more…assertive than he was normally. He also knew that he had been harboring a strange, wholly inappropriate attraction to Nymphadora Tonks since the first moment she had stumbled into Grimmauld place.
The thought made both of his eyes shoot open to view his surroundings. The space next to him on the queen sized bed, which he never slept in and normally kept neat, now looked as rumpled as the sheets beneath him.
However, that could simply have been the consequence of a drunken, restless sleep.
After all, he had never known himself to do anything too out of the ordinary while intoxicated.
No. At the most, he might have said a few things to Tonks that would have been deemed inappropriate. But he would never, in a million years have forced himself upon her.
And he knew for a fact that Tonks had not been drunk enough to willingly take him up on anything he might have offered.
Still, he remembered very little of the evening. The drinking could have carried on well into the night, without his knowledge. There remained the possibility that…
“Wotcher Remus!”
Lupin hurriedly squinted in the direction of the door where his worst fear seemed realized.
“Tonks!
Suddenly feeling wide awake, he hurried to cover his naked body from Tonks’ gaze.
“A bit late for modesty isn’t it?” She asked walking boldly into the room carrying a breakfast tray and wearing nothing but an Oxford white t-shirt which he recognized as having come from his closet.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had gone home!”
“And a good morning to you too.”
She walked to his bedside and set the tray down over his legs.
“I’ve made you breakfast…or…well; I suppose its lunch now.”
“What time is it?”
“One o’clock.”
“In the afternoon?” He asked dumbly. He could feel his head throbbing again.
“No, Remus. The sun just decided to rise particularly early this morning.” Tonks answered rolling her eyes at him.
She moved to the other side of the bed and sat down comfortably on top of the un made sheets. Suggesting that she had spent a great deal of time there the night before.
“What-what happened, last night?”
She looked at him as if he had gone mad.
“You don’t remember?”
“No. I don’t. But I do apologize if I did, or said anything that was inappro-“
“I can’t believe this!” She said in a voice that was really much too loud under the current circumstances. Remus put his still throbbing head in his hands.
“Tonks, could you please not shout?”
“Sorry. But it’s just…”
She looked as if she were about to laugh or cry, he was not quite certain which. He did not know what he had done to her, he did not know what to say, or how to react, all he knew was he did not want to see her cry.
Luckily a small laugh came out instead.
“It’s so like you really, to apologize for giving me the best shag of my life.”
The world seemed to have stopped turning. For a moment he could not blink, he could not breathe. He could not have heard her properly.
“For…what?”
Now both his head and chest were pounding in a way that, he was certain, had nothing to do with a hang over. He stared at her open mouthed and she looked back at him crest fallen.
“You…you really don’t remember do you?”
“I…no. I’m sorry.”
“Remus, there’s no need to apologize.”
A moment of awkward silence filled the room before she smiled and pushed the breakfast tray closer to him.
“Eat. I’ll go to my room and get dressed. Then we can talk.”
“We…all right.”
Her words had barely registered before she leaned over the steaming bowl of oatmeal on his tray, and kissed him full on the mouth.
Remus told himself that this was not happening, it was not possible. This was the sort of deep, lustful, soul searching kiss he dreamed of with her. He'd dreamed of taking her to his bed. He dreamed that she would find him acceptable as he was.
This was a fantasy. Fantasies were never realized for him. Particularly not after a night of drunken debauchery and a morning filled with a confused hangover.
After what could have been several hours she pulled away, though a mischievous and strangely satisfied smile still played on her lips. Now, he was somewhat embarrassed to find that three parts of his body were throbbing.(One of which was thankfully hidden beneath the breakfast tray).
Slowly she slid off the bed and headed to the door.
“I’ll see you in a bit.”
He stared at her wide eyed and felt his aching head nod yes.
Still smiling that impish and undeniably sexy smile, she left the room.
Fifteen minutes later Lupin was still starring at the door wondering how on earth he did not remember a night with the woman of his dreams.
For her part, Tonks felt no guilt about the rather elaborate lie she told Lupin. He deserved it for his continued attempts to grope her arse the night before. Besides it was fun to watch him fret over things like that…and that kiss! If she had known Remus could kiss like that, she would have planned this months ago.
And so it was that she returned to her spare bedroom in Number 12 Grimmauld place wondering if Remus had meant it when he’d told her that she had succulent breasts?
Author:freakinwinky
Prompt:#14
Format: One-shot fic
Word count:1,058
Summary:The aftermath of a night of drunken dubatchery. Or was it?
Raiting:PG-13 (possibly R if you grade on a curve)
Warnings:Nudity and impled sexual situation.
Author's note: I'm late. Again. I'm sorry but I'm afraid my muse has been lost somewhere and I will require some help in finding her again. In other words: Con-crit for this fluffly little peice is very, very welcome. (Heck any crit for this peice is welcome). Enjoy!
The sun was bright. Far too bright for so early in the morning.
Remus Lupin blearily opened one eye and quickly realized his mistake. His head still throbbed painfully, and his stomach felt as if it had been turned inside out.
He shut both eyes once more and tried his best to think back to the night before. Most of it was a blur.
He remembered agreeing to finish off a bottle of firewhiskey with Sirius after the order meeting. Judging by the fact that he was now lying buck naked on his bed in Grimmauld Place, Sirius had more than one bottle stored in that kitchen cupboard.
There were others there too if he recalled correctly. He vaguely remembered that Kingsley had joined them sometime after the first drink. And Tonks had come in sometime after that…Tonks.
A feeling of dread suddenly overcame him as he forced both of his eyes open and said a silent prayer that he had not done anything he shouldn’t have. He knew that in a drunken state he had a tendency to become a bit more…assertive than he was normally. He also knew that he had been harboring a strange, wholly inappropriate attraction to Nymphadora Tonks since the first moment she had stumbled into Grimmauld place.
The thought made both of his eyes shoot open to view his surroundings. The space next to him on the queen sized bed, which he never slept in and normally kept neat, now looked as rumpled as the sheets beneath him.
However, that could simply have been the consequence of a drunken, restless sleep.
After all, he had never known himself to do anything too out of the ordinary while intoxicated.
No. At the most, he might have said a few things to Tonks that would have been deemed inappropriate. But he would never, in a million years have forced himself upon her.
And he knew for a fact that Tonks had not been drunk enough to willingly take him up on anything he might have offered.
Still, he remembered very little of the evening. The drinking could have carried on well into the night, without his knowledge. There remained the possibility that…
“Wotcher Remus!”
Lupin hurriedly squinted in the direction of the door where his worst fear seemed realized.
“Tonks!
Suddenly feeling wide awake, he hurried to cover his naked body from Tonks’ gaze.
“A bit late for modesty isn’t it?” She asked walking boldly into the room carrying a breakfast tray and wearing nothing but an Oxford white t-shirt which he recognized as having come from his closet.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had gone home!”
“And a good morning to you too.”
She walked to his bedside and set the tray down over his legs.
“I’ve made you breakfast…or…well; I suppose its lunch now.”
“What time is it?”
“One o’clock.”
“In the afternoon?” He asked dumbly. He could feel his head throbbing again.
“No, Remus. The sun just decided to rise particularly early this morning.” Tonks answered rolling her eyes at him.
She moved to the other side of the bed and sat down comfortably on top of the un made sheets. Suggesting that she had spent a great deal of time there the night before.
“What-what happened, last night?”
She looked at him as if he had gone mad.
“You don’t remember?”
“No. I don’t. But I do apologize if I did, or said anything that was inappro-“
“I can’t believe this!” She said in a voice that was really much too loud under the current circumstances. Remus put his still throbbing head in his hands.
“Tonks, could you please not shout?”
“Sorry. But it’s just…”
She looked as if she were about to laugh or cry, he was not quite certain which. He did not know what he had done to her, he did not know what to say, or how to react, all he knew was he did not want to see her cry.
Luckily a small laugh came out instead.
“It’s so like you really, to apologize for giving me the best shag of my life.”
The world seemed to have stopped turning. For a moment he could not blink, he could not breathe. He could not have heard her properly.
“For…what?”
Now both his head and chest were pounding in a way that, he was certain, had nothing to do with a hang over. He stared at her open mouthed and she looked back at him crest fallen.
“You…you really don’t remember do you?”
“I…no. I’m sorry.”
“Remus, there’s no need to apologize.”
A moment of awkward silence filled the room before she smiled and pushed the breakfast tray closer to him.
“Eat. I’ll go to my room and get dressed. Then we can talk.”
“We…all right.”
Her words had barely registered before she leaned over the steaming bowl of oatmeal on his tray, and kissed him full on the mouth.
Remus told himself that this was not happening, it was not possible. This was the sort of deep, lustful, soul searching kiss he dreamed of with her. He'd dreamed of taking her to his bed. He dreamed that she would find him acceptable as he was.
This was a fantasy. Fantasies were never realized for him. Particularly not after a night of drunken debauchery and a morning filled with a confused hangover.
After what could have been several hours she pulled away, though a mischievous and strangely satisfied smile still played on her lips. Now, he was somewhat embarrassed to find that three parts of his body were throbbing.(One of which was thankfully hidden beneath the breakfast tray).
Slowly she slid off the bed and headed to the door.
“I’ll see you in a bit.”
He stared at her wide eyed and felt his aching head nod yes.
Still smiling that impish and undeniably sexy smile, she left the room.
Fifteen minutes later Lupin was still starring at the door wondering how on earth he did not remember a night with the woman of his dreams.
For her part, Tonks felt no guilt about the rather elaborate lie she told Lupin. He deserved it for his continued attempts to grope her arse the night before. Besides it was fun to watch him fret over things like that…and that kiss! If she had known Remus could kiss like that, she would have planned this months ago.
And so it was that she returned to her spare bedroom in Number 12 Grimmauld place wondering if Remus had meant it when he’d told her that she had succulent breasts?