prompt 20
Title: Spice
Author:
scarlett71177
Format & Word Count: (Ficlet; 1077)
Rating: PG-13/R
Prompt: 20; the perfume bottle
Warning: erm, foreplay
Summary: Remus thinks Tonks smells, and tastes, wonderful
Author's Note: unbeta'd, and way late
Tonks plopped into the small chair in front of the desk and removed a piece of starchy white parchment from the drawer. She impulsively dipped the nib of a mangled pink feather quill into the ink well and scrawled the words I need to see you on the parchment before stuffing the paper inside a matching envelope, scribbling Remus on the front.
Rising from the chair, she quickly ducked into her bedroom and sat down at the vanity under the window. She cracked her knuckles, steadied her hands, and carefully removed the top from a blue bottle of perfume setting on an antique silver tray and hastily smeared the stopper across the envelope and fanned it back and forth, wafting the fragrance throughout the room.
“Isis, c’mere,” Tonks called, watching a small own fly from her perch in the corner, landing softly on top of the vanity. “Here, take this to Remus- post haste!” she said, extending the envelope toward the Tawny owl. The bird recoiled at smelling the pungent aroma dotting the paper causing Tonks to frown and put her hands on her hips. “It’s not that bad, is it?” she asked, shrugging as she smelled the paper. “Remus never complains,” she added, though she didn’t know if it was for the bird’s benefit, or her own.
Grudgingly the bird accepted the proffered envelope and flew off through the open window, flanked by purple beaded curtains.
Tonks sighed and bit back a smile as she drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them tight. She spied the silk kimono-style dressing gown hanging on the bedpost and rose from the bench and loosely belted the dressing gown around her waist; it wouldn’t take long for her Owl to reach Remus.
She returned to sit down at the vanity and noticed the bottle of perfume. Tonks removed the top and held the stopper between her fingers, dabbing a drop of the heady, spicy fragrance behind each ear, at the pulse point on each wrist, and then touched the nearly dry crystal to her breastbone leaving a suggestion of the aroma to linger there on the thin skin.
She evaluated her appearance in the mirror in front of her, not thoroughly happy, morphed her hair through the colours analogously settling finally on her own natural brown with a few pink highlights, and raked her fingers through her locks, mussing it up slightly.
There was a knock at the door, and Tonks froze, hands still fisting her hair. A Cheshire cat grin spread across her face as she slightly lowered her hands and went to answer the door.
She walked slowly, feet padding across the Persian-style rug, catching her foot in the long fringe. Cursing aloud, she felt butterflies swarming around inside her stomach at the sound of Remus’ voice outside the door.
“Tonks, are you all right? Is there anything the matter?”
As she clutched her sore toe, Tonks hopped toward the door peering through the peephole. “Wotcher,” she said loudly, watching his reaction.
“Tonks? Is everything OK, your Owl sounded urgent. Let me in.”
She bit her lip, stifling a giggle. “I’m fine- everything is fine, but my Owl was urgent.” Her hand trembled on the doorknob and her face heated until she finally opened the door as far as the security chain would allow.
“Hi,” she offered, stepping into the opening, extending her bare leg through the door.
Remus smirked and blushed a deep shade of pink as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his trousers and looked down at the floor. “Do you always greet your callers this way?”
“No,” she said reaching out through the small opening in the doorway and walking her fingers up Remus’ chest. “Just you.”
“Really, Tonks, anyone could see you standing there in your-” he gestured vaguely at her while keeping his head down and Tonks watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallowed, “-thing. And why is the chain on the door? Were you expecting me to attack you?”
Tonks pursed her lips and arched her eyebrow. “I was kind of hoping you would,” she replied, unhooking the chain from the door and stepping away from the threshold.
Remus nudged the door open with his foot and slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Seeing me was urgent, hmm?” he asked, drawing his wand from his pocket and pointing it at the door. “Colloportus.”
“Yes, desperately,” Tonks replied, fumbling with the knot on her dressing gown. She managed to untie the sash with one hand, and strutted toward the man leaning against the door.
“Then who am I to argue with a woman as beautiful as you,” he replied bashfully, gently grasping the delicate fabric, opening the kimono to reveal Tonks brightly coloured lingerie. “Lime green is my favourite colour, you know.”
Tonks laughed. “Yesterday you said it was purple!”
Remus smiled and brought his hands up to cup the side of her face. “So I did, but yesterday you were wearing purple.”
She attempted to laugh again, but found his lips pressing lightly against her own and suddenly humouring his joke was the last thing on her mind. Moulding herself to his body, she stood on tip-toe to better reach his soft, warm, supple lips, and fisted her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
Remus’ hands ventured beneath the kimono smoothing over her skin, causing her muscles to twitch and shy away from his teasing fingertips, while his lips trailed over her jaw to her décolletage. He moaned softly, letting his tongue dip between her cleavage, staggering away from the door toward the bedroom.
“Mm, you taste amazing,” he murmured against her breasts, shedding his coat as he walked through the house.
Her fingers found the closure of his trousers, trembling slightly with anticipation while his lips continued on a path from her neck, down the length of her arm, where he was currently leaving soft, open mouthed kisses on the inside of her wrist. “What is that scent?” he mumbled, delicately tasting her skin.
Tonks’ mind vaguely drifted back to the perfume sitting on the vanity, and made a half-hearted attempt to tell Remus is was orange and clove, but the way he continued nibbling at her skin made it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else and the bottle was soon forgotten as they became a tangle of limbs on the bed.
Author:
scarlett71177
Format & Word Count: (Ficlet; 1077)
Rating: PG-13/R
Prompt: 20; the perfume bottle
Warning: erm, foreplay
Summary: Remus thinks Tonks smells, and tastes, wonderful
Author's Note: unbeta'd, and way late
Tonks plopped into the small chair in front of the desk and removed a piece of starchy white parchment from the drawer. She impulsively dipped the nib of a mangled pink feather quill into the ink well and scrawled the words I need to see you on the parchment before stuffing the paper inside a matching envelope, scribbling Remus on the front.
Rising from the chair, she quickly ducked into her bedroom and sat down at the vanity under the window. She cracked her knuckles, steadied her hands, and carefully removed the top from a blue bottle of perfume setting on an antique silver tray and hastily smeared the stopper across the envelope and fanned it back and forth, wafting the fragrance throughout the room.
“Isis, c’mere,” Tonks called, watching a small own fly from her perch in the corner, landing softly on top of the vanity. “Here, take this to Remus- post haste!” she said, extending the envelope toward the Tawny owl. The bird recoiled at smelling the pungent aroma dotting the paper causing Tonks to frown and put her hands on her hips. “It’s not that bad, is it?” she asked, shrugging as she smelled the paper. “Remus never complains,” she added, though she didn’t know if it was for the bird’s benefit, or her own.
Grudgingly the bird accepted the proffered envelope and flew off through the open window, flanked by purple beaded curtains.
Tonks sighed and bit back a smile as she drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them tight. She spied the silk kimono-style dressing gown hanging on the bedpost and rose from the bench and loosely belted the dressing gown around her waist; it wouldn’t take long for her Owl to reach Remus.
She returned to sit down at the vanity and noticed the bottle of perfume. Tonks removed the top and held the stopper between her fingers, dabbing a drop of the heady, spicy fragrance behind each ear, at the pulse point on each wrist, and then touched the nearly dry crystal to her breastbone leaving a suggestion of the aroma to linger there on the thin skin.
She evaluated her appearance in the mirror in front of her, not thoroughly happy, morphed her hair through the colours analogously settling finally on her own natural brown with a few pink highlights, and raked her fingers through her locks, mussing it up slightly.
There was a knock at the door, and Tonks froze, hands still fisting her hair. A Cheshire cat grin spread across her face as she slightly lowered her hands and went to answer the door.
She walked slowly, feet padding across the Persian-style rug, catching her foot in the long fringe. Cursing aloud, she felt butterflies swarming around inside her stomach at the sound of Remus’ voice outside the door.
“Tonks, are you all right? Is there anything the matter?”
As she clutched her sore toe, Tonks hopped toward the door peering through the peephole. “Wotcher,” she said loudly, watching his reaction.
“Tonks? Is everything OK, your Owl sounded urgent. Let me in.”
She bit her lip, stifling a giggle. “I’m fine- everything is fine, but my Owl was urgent.” Her hand trembled on the doorknob and her face heated until she finally opened the door as far as the security chain would allow.
“Hi,” she offered, stepping into the opening, extending her bare leg through the door.
Remus smirked and blushed a deep shade of pink as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his trousers and looked down at the floor. “Do you always greet your callers this way?”
“No,” she said reaching out through the small opening in the doorway and walking her fingers up Remus’ chest. “Just you.”
“Really, Tonks, anyone could see you standing there in your-” he gestured vaguely at her while keeping his head down and Tonks watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallowed, “-thing. And why is the chain on the door? Were you expecting me to attack you?”
Tonks pursed her lips and arched her eyebrow. “I was kind of hoping you would,” she replied, unhooking the chain from the door and stepping away from the threshold.
Remus nudged the door open with his foot and slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Seeing me was urgent, hmm?” he asked, drawing his wand from his pocket and pointing it at the door. “Colloportus.”
“Yes, desperately,” Tonks replied, fumbling with the knot on her dressing gown. She managed to untie the sash with one hand, and strutted toward the man leaning against the door.
“Then who am I to argue with a woman as beautiful as you,” he replied bashfully, gently grasping the delicate fabric, opening the kimono to reveal Tonks brightly coloured lingerie. “Lime green is my favourite colour, you know.”
Tonks laughed. “Yesterday you said it was purple!”
Remus smiled and brought his hands up to cup the side of her face. “So I did, but yesterday you were wearing purple.”
She attempted to laugh again, but found his lips pressing lightly against her own and suddenly humouring his joke was the last thing on her mind. Moulding herself to his body, she stood on tip-toe to better reach his soft, warm, supple lips, and fisted her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
Remus’ hands ventured beneath the kimono smoothing over her skin, causing her muscles to twitch and shy away from his teasing fingertips, while his lips trailed over her jaw to her décolletage. He moaned softly, letting his tongue dip between her cleavage, staggering away from the door toward the bedroom.
“Mm, you taste amazing,” he murmured against her breasts, shedding his coat as he walked through the house.
Her fingers found the closure of his trousers, trembling slightly with anticipation while his lips continued on a path from her neck, down the length of her arm, where he was currently leaving soft, open mouthed kisses on the inside of her wrist. “What is that scent?” he mumbled, delicately tasting her skin.
Tonks’ mind vaguely drifted back to the perfume sitting on the vanity, and made a half-hearted attempt to tell Remus is was orange and clove, but the way he continued nibbling at her skin made it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else and the bottle was soon forgotten as they became a tangle of limbs on the bed.