Leigh!fic- Hunted (1/1)- Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Title: Hunted (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 496
Summary: She ran for the delight of the chase. The thrill of knowing she was being pursued, of the pleasure that would be torn from her body when he caught her.
Author’s Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Nymphadora Tonks.'
Thump. Thump. Thump.
So her heart beat like a drum as she sprinted through the trees, dodging low-hanging branches and avoiding fallen trees as she ran. Her clothes were torn, ripped from the brambles that littered the forest, and her short turquoise hair flew behind her like a small cape. Blood clung to her, its tacky red presence dripping down her skin and its copper scent filling the air.
He was chasing her. Hunting her. But she wasn’t running in fear of her life. No, she ran for the delight of the chase. The thrill of knowing she was being pursued, of the pleasure that would be torn from her body when he caught her.
She could practically feel the moonlight as it filtered through the tall trees, only the strongest of beams making it past the thick leaves that impeded its access to the dirt floor. The waxy orb hung in the sky, though she didn’t need its light to see. She’d run this path countless times, and it was as familiar to her as home.
She heard a twig snap, and before she even had time to glance to the side, she was being propelled to the ground by a weight much heavier and powerful than her own. Dark eyes, wide with a heady mixture of desire and a dash of fear, gazed up at him. “Remus.”
Her lover’s blue eyes shone with the pull of the moon as he looked down on her flustered form, her face shiny with perspiration. There was a tiny wound running along her temple, and it was bright red from the blood that had come forth.
“You were not running, Dora,” he rasped. He inhaled sharply, a low growl rumbling from his chest. She smelled of arousal and fear and blood and it was as potent a drug for him as anything. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head as he lowered his lips to her face.
Her breathing hitched when he pressed his tongue to the blood on her face and slowly, as sensually as anything she’d ever experienced, he licked it from her skin. It drew forth a low moan from her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut as her body strained against his.
Tonight there was no gentleness, no tenderness. This night- this ritual- was all power and speed, the need to claim his mate as the moon waxed on the horizon, only days from reaching its peak and calling forth the beast within. He released her wrists and moved his hands to her shirt, jerking the smooth material from her body, his lips curling in a primal satisfaction when he heard it rip under his hands.
“Mine,” he growled as powerful hands worked her trousers down her legs. Her skin, so beautiful and pale under the moon, would soon be darkened with his mark.
As his teeth sank into her neck and he sank into her, she moaned, “Yours. Always.”
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 496
Summary: She ran for the delight of the chase. The thrill of knowing she was being pursued, of the pleasure that would be torn from her body when he caught her.
Author’s Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Nymphadora Tonks.'
Thump. Thump. Thump.
So her heart beat like a drum as she sprinted through the trees, dodging low-hanging branches and avoiding fallen trees as she ran. Her clothes were torn, ripped from the brambles that littered the forest, and her short turquoise hair flew behind her like a small cape. Blood clung to her, its tacky red presence dripping down her skin and its copper scent filling the air.
He was chasing her. Hunting her. But she wasn’t running in fear of her life. No, she ran for the delight of the chase. The thrill of knowing she was being pursued, of the pleasure that would be torn from her body when he caught her.
She could practically feel the moonlight as it filtered through the tall trees, only the strongest of beams making it past the thick leaves that impeded its access to the dirt floor. The waxy orb hung in the sky, though she didn’t need its light to see. She’d run this path countless times, and it was as familiar to her as home.
She heard a twig snap, and before she even had time to glance to the side, she was being propelled to the ground by a weight much heavier and powerful than her own. Dark eyes, wide with a heady mixture of desire and a dash of fear, gazed up at him. “Remus.”
Her lover’s blue eyes shone with the pull of the moon as he looked down on her flustered form, her face shiny with perspiration. There was a tiny wound running along her temple, and it was bright red from the blood that had come forth.
“You were not running, Dora,” he rasped. He inhaled sharply, a low growl rumbling from his chest. She smelled of arousal and fear and blood and it was as potent a drug for him as anything. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head as he lowered his lips to her face.
Her breathing hitched when he pressed his tongue to the blood on her face and slowly, as sensually as anything she’d ever experienced, he licked it from her skin. It drew forth a low moan from her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut as her body strained against his.
Tonight there was no gentleness, no tenderness. This night- this ritual- was all power and speed, the need to claim his mate as the moon waxed on the horizon, only days from reaching its peak and calling forth the beast within. He released her wrists and moved his hands to her shirt, jerking the smooth material from her body, his lips curling in a primal satisfaction when he heard it rip under his hands.
“Mine,” he growled as powerful hands worked her trousers down her legs. Her skin, so beautiful and pale under the moon, would soon be darkened with his mark.
As his teeth sank into her neck and he sank into her, she moaned, “Yours. Always.”