Part Three: First
Title: First
Author: gijane7702
Rating & Warnings: R/sexual banter; cursing; mention of sex
Prompts: "You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."
Word Count: 2306
Summary: Remus and Tonks’ first...
Author’s Notes: #3 in my series. This stared off as smut, but Remus and Tonks didn’t want to play…they wanted to talk. Their loss. ;D
Set mid-November…ish.
I was drooling all over myself as I wrote Remus’ description *fangirls*
Info on Tonkinese cats here
Part One: Scratching the Surface
Part Two: Late Night Encounter
For
ozma_katiebell: Yes darling, there should be more Remus Smut in the world. Thanks for all your help! Sorry it didn't turn out to be smutty in the end.
Tonks hummed along to the Weird Sisters’ song playing on her wireless as she put the finishing touches on her jewellery. She never really bothered to make an attempt when going out, but tonight was different.
Tonight was her first “real” date with Remus.
“Real” in the sense that they were actually going out. Alone. Not hanging around Grimmauld Place sneaking kisses or fumbling at each other in dark corners.
Going out.
Alone.
Tonks grinned at her reflection in the mirror. For all his talk of her accepting him, it had taken her a month of none to subtle hints before he suggested a date. She knew he had reservations, but he also couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
She licked her lips, remembering their last make-out session in his room. They probably would have gone all the way…had Sirius not bellowed for Remus and interrupted them.
A knock at her front door heralded his arrival. Glancing one last time in the mirror, Tonks dashed out of her room and down the corridor. Sliding on her socks, she rounded the corner, promptly fell over her boots, and hit the floor with a loud thump.
“Bloody hell!” she yelped.
“Nymphadora, are you alright?” Remus asked her, his voice muffled by the door.
“I’m perfect,” she told him as she picked herself up and opened the door. “Tripped over my damned boots. What else is-?” She trailed off as she took him in.
Remus was dressed in his much worn, but very comfy, loafers, a pair of khaki-coloured trousers, a white button down shirt, and a light woollen blue sweater vest that bought out the blue of his eyes, and a tweed jacket.
She wiped her suddenly sweaty palms on the leg of her jeans, keenly aware that her now hardened nipples were probably showing right through her thin bra and t-shirt.
Since they couldn’t be seen together in the wizarding world, they were headed out into the Muggle one, to Tonks’ local. Even though she was living in a pretty posh neighbourhood, it was a nice, but fairly inexpensive, pub. Perfect for a first date, especially since he didn’t have much money. Tonks had offered, but Remus had insisted on paying.
“You look absolutely fantastic,” she spit out before she could stop herself. A light blush spread across his cheeks. He ducked his head in a boyish manner; his brushed back greying hair fell into his eyes. “You are so adorable.”
“Nymphadora,” he began.
“You are,” Tonks insisted, cutting him off. “To me you are. Now…let me get my trainers on and we’ll get going.”
“Thank you, Dora,” Remus said quietly as she struggled with her bright blue trainer.
Tripping slightly as she managed to finally get her foot in the shoe, he steadied her. “You’re welcome,” she said softly as his arm snaked around her waist and drew her closer. “And thanks.”
“Any time,” he whispered, nipping her ear. Tonks shivered in desire. “Cold?”
He knew she wasn’t.
“Horny,” Tonks told him, smirking as his eyes widened slightly. “I do live alone…no Sirius to interrupt us this time.” She could see his internal struggle. “Come on,” she whispered.
“No,” Remus said firmly. “A date first.”
Arching an eyebrow at him, Tonks shoved on her other trainer, grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the cloak rack, then turned and closed her door. As they headed down the corridor, she told him in a resigned voice, “If you insist, Mr Lupin.”
“I do, Miss Tonks,” he said, as if reassuring himself. “Date first.”
“Are you sure?” she asked mischievously as the lift arrived, knowing he’d probably say “yes” eventually.
“Date,” he said firmly as they got into the lift. She couldn’t help grinning. He caught the grin and firmly said, “Nymphadora!”
“Oohh…I love that professor voice! I could just pretend that I’m one of your students…” Tonks trailed off, licking her lips. She had seen the hungry look in his eyes and knew it took all of his effort to exit the lift as it opened on the ground floor.
“Which way is the pub?” he asked her hoarsely as they exited her building.
“Left…on the corner.” She tucked her hand through his arm and they began to stroll down the sidewalk. Leaning in close, Tonks whispered, “Would you make do lines?”
“On my naked body,” Remus responded.
She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh…I love when the Marauder comes out to play.”
“He’s not out to play yet, Dora. I’m keeping him firmly under control at the moment. I absolutely insist on a date.” Remus opened the door to the pub for her before she could reply. “After you, darling.” Tonks glared at him as she entered the pub. “A London Pride for me,” he said to the barkeep, ignoring the look. “And for you…”
“A Screaming Orgasm, please,” she told him sweetly. The totally feigned innocent look on her face cracked a bit as the barkeep snorted with understanding laughter.
“Very nicely done, darling,” Remus told her as he collected their drinks and followed her upstairs to a semi-private room. “Very nice indeed.” He took a sip of her drink. Grimacing, he choked out, “Sweet.
“Just like me.” She grinned as he threw his head back and laughed. The sexual tension dissipated and they slid seamlessly back into their friends mode.
They passed several uninterrupted hours playing Muggle billiards and talking about everything under the sun: from Voldemort (Remus insisted she call him that) and the war and what Umbridge (Remus’ least favourite person in the world) was getting up to a Hogwarts to Harry and how they both felt bad for him to their childhoods (mostly hers) and how vastly different they were.
As the clock struck half ten, Tonks said, “I’m having a fantastic time, Remus.”
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t,” Tonks said in a warning tone.
“It’s just that-”
“You say one more word and you’re going to have to leave that full beer and take me home.” She arched a suggestive eyebrow.
“Nymphadora,” he said. “Finish your Screaming Orgasm.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” Tonks told him sweetly, smirking as he choked on a sip at her double entendre.
The sexual tension from before suddenly returned. Looking at each other they both said at the same time, “Let’s go.”
Remus nodded goodnight to the grinning barkeep as he paid their bill. Following her out of the pub, he asked as they passed a Muggle apothecary, “Do we need to stop?”
“No…I’m on the Potion.” At his surprised look, she said, “I know…but it’s a Ministry reg for all female Aurors.”
“Convenient at least,” Remus told her as they entered her building and headed towards the lift.
“Please,” Tonks told him as it rattled upward. “I haven’t used the ‘convenience’.”
“You haven’t?” he asked, as the lift opened on her floor.
“I’ve had two lovers,” she said as they headed down the corridor towards her flat. “Charlie Weasley during 7th year was my first. He was- well, still is- my best mate...for all we dated that year. It was awkward, hormones getting the better of us basically, but I trusted him to be my first.”
Remus nodded. “I understand.”
Tonks giggled. “You do? Your best mate’s Sirius…” She laughed at the look of horror and dismay that spread across his face. Ducking a playful blow, she continued, “My second was a co-trainee that eventually left the Auror program. That was well over a year ago.”
“And there’s been no one since?”
“Nope. Here we are,” she said as they reached her front door. “How about you?”
“From the beginning?” he asked as Tonks tapped the door with her wand. She nodded and he continued, “All the way from the beginning? Now, I am a fair few years older than you…” At her foot stomp, he admitted, “Six.”
“Not too bad. I’m actually rather impressed,” she told him. He snorted. “Now that we got that potentially awkward conversation out of the way…kiss me!”
Remus let out a bark of laughter before he gathered her into his arms. “So much for our date.”
“I loved it,” Tonks told him. “Now shut up about it and let the Marauder out.”
She shivered in anticipation as he bent his head down to her ear and whispered, “Are you sure you want him released?”
Before she could answer, he captured her bottom lip and nipped it. Tonks groaned, and then opened her mouth. Their mouths fused in a passionate kiss. Untwining a hand from his neck, she placed it behind her back and pushed open the door and they stumbled into her foyer.
“Which way’s your bedroom?” Remus asked, trailing kisses down her neck before returning to her mouth.
“This way,” she gasped out, leading him down the corridor. At her door, she fumbled with the knob. Finally getting it open, Tonks kicked the door open, leading him into her bedroom.
Remus, grasping her hips, steered her towards the bed. As he began to lower her onto it, a medium-sized cat with unusual aqua eyes pounced into the middle of it and began to purr loudly. He stopped kissing her to stare at the cat.
“Not now, Chameleon,” Tonks muttered at it, shooing the cat away. Chameleon leapt onto the bedside stand and meowed.
“You named your cat Chameleon?” Remus asked her, letting go to watch the cat, who was now staring at him. She fell to the bed with a thump and glared up at him. “Sorry, but I’m surprised she hasn’t run away yet. Most animals don’t like me.” He grinned lopsidedly as the cat meowed again, pounced onto Tonks’ stomach, sat, and began to rub up again his hand, purring loudly. “Beautiful eyes…er, sorry,” he told the cat when he glared at him. “Manly eyes?”
“Chameleon is part Tonkinese and part Kneazle.” Tonks glared down at the cat still on her stomach. “And of course he likes you, he’s a very intelligent kitty…Aren’t you, Chameleon?” She was hard-pressed to suppress a smile when the cat meowed his agreement. “Now go away. Remus and I will play with you later.”
“Who gave you a part Tonkinese cat?”
“About a year ago The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures confiscated some kittens since they were part-Kneazle. Schoolmate of mine works down there. She thought it funny, with my surname and all, and inter-department memoed me asking if I wanted one.” At the look on his face, she said, “Not you’re favourite department, huh?”
“Not at all. Apart from the surname, you, of all people, have a cat that has fur varied as a rainbow?”
“Yes. Megan was amused by that as well. Why are we discussing my cat?” Tonks asked him. “Kiss me!”
“Why are we discussing your cat?” Remus laughed, then leaned down and kissed her for several minutes before stopped again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, perplexed.
“Dora, I want too…oh, trust me I want to…just want to make sure…”
Tonks placed a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him. “I understand, Remus. If you don’t want to do this now, we can wait.”
“No…no…Dora, I want to. I just want to make sure we don’t mess up anything. Our friendship…our professional relationship…our personal relationship…Am I making any sense?”
She pushed his hair back out of his eyes. “You’re making perfect sense. No matter what happens, we’ll always be friends. We’ll always be colleagues. I know you don’t trust easily, Remus, and I thank you for trusting me. You’re not ready for this step, we’ll wait. You’re different than the others…You’re worth waiting for.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“We can talk,” Tonks told him. “But for that, we’ll need pyjamas! I think I have some of Dad’s old bottoms that I jacked years ago that you can wear around here somewhere.” Rolling from underneath him and off the bed, she ordered, “Go get some Butterbeer from the kitchen. You were telling me about meeting James and Sirius’ first adventure of changing Harry’s nappy before we left the pub.”
Remus nodded, smiled appreciatively, and left. When he came back into the bedroom holding two bottles, she was dressed in a blue tank top and flannel pyjama bottoms with sparkling and waving Union flags on them.
“You look very patriotic,” he told her.
“God save the Queen,” she told him cheekily. “Here…” she chucked some old tartan pyjama bottoms at him, “I’ve had these at least since school. Looks like something McGonagall would wear.”
“She wears nightgowns, not pyjamas,” Remus laughingly told her through the partially opened door as he quickly changed in the bathroom.
“And how do you know that!” Tonks asked, her dark eyes widening.
When he settled in and snuggled up next to her in the bed, he finally told her, “Do you have any idea how many times she had to come to Gryffindor Tower to put an end to what ever we were up to? Especially towards the end of 7th year.”
She grinned. “Probably almost as many times Sprout had to come control the girls from my year and I. I was a bad example, you know…dating a boy who was also on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team and everything!”
“What’s with you and Sprout?” At her negative head shake, he then asked, “So you have a preference for Gryffindor boys?”
“Seems I do,” she told him, snuggling closer. Remus smiled down at her, and then wrapped her in his arms. “Now…tell me about the nappy changing debacle! I so can’t wait to see Sirius again!”
He laughed, and then launched into the story.
It was past two in the morning before they both fell asleep, cuddled in each others embrace.
In the morning when they woke, Remus and Tonks made love for the first time.
Author: gijane7702
Rating & Warnings: R/sexual banter; cursing; mention of sex
Prompts: "You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."
Word Count: 2306
Summary: Remus and Tonks’ first...
Author’s Notes: #3 in my series. This stared off as smut, but Remus and Tonks didn’t want to play…they wanted to talk. Their loss. ;D
Set mid-November…ish.
I was drooling all over myself as I wrote Remus’ description *fangirls*
Info on Tonkinese cats here
Part One: Scratching the Surface
Part Two: Late Night Encounter
For
ozma_katiebell: Yes darling, there should be more Remus Smut in the world. Thanks for all your help! Sorry it didn't turn out to be smutty in the end.
Tonks hummed along to the Weird Sisters’ song playing on her wireless as she put the finishing touches on her jewellery. She never really bothered to make an attempt when going out, but tonight was different.
Tonight was her first “real” date with Remus.
“Real” in the sense that they were actually going out. Alone. Not hanging around Grimmauld Place sneaking kisses or fumbling at each other in dark corners.
Going out.
Alone.
Tonks grinned at her reflection in the mirror. For all his talk of her accepting him, it had taken her a month of none to subtle hints before he suggested a date. She knew he had reservations, but he also couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
She licked her lips, remembering their last make-out session in his room. They probably would have gone all the way…had Sirius not bellowed for Remus and interrupted them.
A knock at her front door heralded his arrival. Glancing one last time in the mirror, Tonks dashed out of her room and down the corridor. Sliding on her socks, she rounded the corner, promptly fell over her boots, and hit the floor with a loud thump.
“Bloody hell!” she yelped.
“Nymphadora, are you alright?” Remus asked her, his voice muffled by the door.
“I’m perfect,” she told him as she picked herself up and opened the door. “Tripped over my damned boots. What else is-?” She trailed off as she took him in.
Remus was dressed in his much worn, but very comfy, loafers, a pair of khaki-coloured trousers, a white button down shirt, and a light woollen blue sweater vest that bought out the blue of his eyes, and a tweed jacket.
She wiped her suddenly sweaty palms on the leg of her jeans, keenly aware that her now hardened nipples were probably showing right through her thin bra and t-shirt.
Since they couldn’t be seen together in the wizarding world, they were headed out into the Muggle one, to Tonks’ local. Even though she was living in a pretty posh neighbourhood, it was a nice, but fairly inexpensive, pub. Perfect for a first date, especially since he didn’t have much money. Tonks had offered, but Remus had insisted on paying.
“You look absolutely fantastic,” she spit out before she could stop herself. A light blush spread across his cheeks. He ducked his head in a boyish manner; his brushed back greying hair fell into his eyes. “You are so adorable.”
“Nymphadora,” he began.
“You are,” Tonks insisted, cutting him off. “To me you are. Now…let me get my trainers on and we’ll get going.”
“Thank you, Dora,” Remus said quietly as she struggled with her bright blue trainer.
Tripping slightly as she managed to finally get her foot in the shoe, he steadied her. “You’re welcome,” she said softly as his arm snaked around her waist and drew her closer. “And thanks.”
“Any time,” he whispered, nipping her ear. Tonks shivered in desire. “Cold?”
He knew she wasn’t.
“Horny,” Tonks told him, smirking as his eyes widened slightly. “I do live alone…no Sirius to interrupt us this time.” She could see his internal struggle. “Come on,” she whispered.
“No,” Remus said firmly. “A date first.”
Arching an eyebrow at him, Tonks shoved on her other trainer, grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the cloak rack, then turned and closed her door. As they headed down the corridor, she told him in a resigned voice, “If you insist, Mr Lupin.”
“I do, Miss Tonks,” he said, as if reassuring himself. “Date first.”
“Are you sure?” she asked mischievously as the lift arrived, knowing he’d probably say “yes” eventually.
“Date,” he said firmly as they got into the lift. She couldn’t help grinning. He caught the grin and firmly said, “Nymphadora!”
“Oohh…I love that professor voice! I could just pretend that I’m one of your students…” Tonks trailed off, licking her lips. She had seen the hungry look in his eyes and knew it took all of his effort to exit the lift as it opened on the ground floor.
“Which way is the pub?” he asked her hoarsely as they exited her building.
“Left…on the corner.” She tucked her hand through his arm and they began to stroll down the sidewalk. Leaning in close, Tonks whispered, “Would you make do lines?”
“On my naked body,” Remus responded.
She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh…I love when the Marauder comes out to play.”
“He’s not out to play yet, Dora. I’m keeping him firmly under control at the moment. I absolutely insist on a date.” Remus opened the door to the pub for her before she could reply. “After you, darling.” Tonks glared at him as she entered the pub. “A London Pride for me,” he said to the barkeep, ignoring the look. “And for you…”
“A Screaming Orgasm, please,” she told him sweetly. The totally feigned innocent look on her face cracked a bit as the barkeep snorted with understanding laughter.
“Very nicely done, darling,” Remus told her as he collected their drinks and followed her upstairs to a semi-private room. “Very nice indeed.” He took a sip of her drink. Grimacing, he choked out, “Sweet.
“Just like me.” She grinned as he threw his head back and laughed. The sexual tension dissipated and they slid seamlessly back into their friends mode.
They passed several uninterrupted hours playing Muggle billiards and talking about everything under the sun: from Voldemort (Remus insisted she call him that) and the war and what Umbridge (Remus’ least favourite person in the world) was getting up to a Hogwarts to Harry and how they both felt bad for him to their childhoods (mostly hers) and how vastly different they were.
As the clock struck half ten, Tonks said, “I’m having a fantastic time, Remus.”
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t,” Tonks said in a warning tone.
“It’s just that-”
“You say one more word and you’re going to have to leave that full beer and take me home.” She arched a suggestive eyebrow.
“Nymphadora,” he said. “Finish your Screaming Orgasm.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” Tonks told him sweetly, smirking as he choked on a sip at her double entendre.
The sexual tension from before suddenly returned. Looking at each other they both said at the same time, “Let’s go.”
Remus nodded goodnight to the grinning barkeep as he paid their bill. Following her out of the pub, he asked as they passed a Muggle apothecary, “Do we need to stop?”
“No…I’m on the Potion.” At his surprised look, she said, “I know…but it’s a Ministry reg for all female Aurors.”
“Convenient at least,” Remus told her as they entered her building and headed towards the lift.
“Please,” Tonks told him as it rattled upward. “I haven’t used the ‘convenience’.”
“You haven’t?” he asked, as the lift opened on her floor.
“I’ve had two lovers,” she said as they headed down the corridor towards her flat. “Charlie Weasley during 7th year was my first. He was- well, still is- my best mate...for all we dated that year. It was awkward, hormones getting the better of us basically, but I trusted him to be my first.”
Remus nodded. “I understand.”
Tonks giggled. “You do? Your best mate’s Sirius…” She laughed at the look of horror and dismay that spread across his face. Ducking a playful blow, she continued, “My second was a co-trainee that eventually left the Auror program. That was well over a year ago.”
“And there’s been no one since?”
“Nope. Here we are,” she said as they reached her front door. “How about you?”
“From the beginning?” he asked as Tonks tapped the door with her wand. She nodded and he continued, “All the way from the beginning? Now, I am a fair few years older than you…” At her foot stomp, he admitted, “Six.”
“Not too bad. I’m actually rather impressed,” she told him. He snorted. “Now that we got that potentially awkward conversation out of the way…kiss me!”
Remus let out a bark of laughter before he gathered her into his arms. “So much for our date.”
“I loved it,” Tonks told him. “Now shut up about it and let the Marauder out.”
She shivered in anticipation as he bent his head down to her ear and whispered, “Are you sure you want him released?”
Before she could answer, he captured her bottom lip and nipped it. Tonks groaned, and then opened her mouth. Their mouths fused in a passionate kiss. Untwining a hand from his neck, she placed it behind her back and pushed open the door and they stumbled into her foyer.
“Which way’s your bedroom?” Remus asked, trailing kisses down her neck before returning to her mouth.
“This way,” she gasped out, leading him down the corridor. At her door, she fumbled with the knob. Finally getting it open, Tonks kicked the door open, leading him into her bedroom.
Remus, grasping her hips, steered her towards the bed. As he began to lower her onto it, a medium-sized cat with unusual aqua eyes pounced into the middle of it and began to purr loudly. He stopped kissing her to stare at the cat.
“Not now, Chameleon,” Tonks muttered at it, shooing the cat away. Chameleon leapt onto the bedside stand and meowed.
“You named your cat Chameleon?” Remus asked her, letting go to watch the cat, who was now staring at him. She fell to the bed with a thump and glared up at him. “Sorry, but I’m surprised she hasn’t run away yet. Most animals don’t like me.” He grinned lopsidedly as the cat meowed again, pounced onto Tonks’ stomach, sat, and began to rub up again his hand, purring loudly. “Beautiful eyes…er, sorry,” he told the cat when he glared at him. “Manly eyes?”
“Chameleon is part Tonkinese and part Kneazle.” Tonks glared down at the cat still on her stomach. “And of course he likes you, he’s a very intelligent kitty…Aren’t you, Chameleon?” She was hard-pressed to suppress a smile when the cat meowed his agreement. “Now go away. Remus and I will play with you later.”
“Who gave you a part Tonkinese cat?”
“About a year ago The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures confiscated some kittens since they were part-Kneazle. Schoolmate of mine works down there. She thought it funny, with my surname and all, and inter-department memoed me asking if I wanted one.” At the look on his face, she said, “Not you’re favourite department, huh?”
“Not at all. Apart from the surname, you, of all people, have a cat that has fur varied as a rainbow?”
“Yes. Megan was amused by that as well. Why are we discussing my cat?” Tonks asked him. “Kiss me!”
“Why are we discussing your cat?” Remus laughed, then leaned down and kissed her for several minutes before stopped again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, perplexed.
“Dora, I want too…oh, trust me I want to…just want to make sure…”
Tonks placed a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him. “I understand, Remus. If you don’t want to do this now, we can wait.”
“No…no…Dora, I want to. I just want to make sure we don’t mess up anything. Our friendship…our professional relationship…our personal relationship…Am I making any sense?”
She pushed his hair back out of his eyes. “You’re making perfect sense. No matter what happens, we’ll always be friends. We’ll always be colleagues. I know you don’t trust easily, Remus, and I thank you for trusting me. You’re not ready for this step, we’ll wait. You’re different than the others…You’re worth waiting for.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“We can talk,” Tonks told him. “But for that, we’ll need pyjamas! I think I have some of Dad’s old bottoms that I jacked years ago that you can wear around here somewhere.” Rolling from underneath him and off the bed, she ordered, “Go get some Butterbeer from the kitchen. You were telling me about meeting James and Sirius’ first adventure of changing Harry’s nappy before we left the pub.”
Remus nodded, smiled appreciatively, and left. When he came back into the bedroom holding two bottles, she was dressed in a blue tank top and flannel pyjama bottoms with sparkling and waving Union flags on them.
“You look very patriotic,” he told her.
“God save the Queen,” she told him cheekily. “Here…” she chucked some old tartan pyjama bottoms at him, “I’ve had these at least since school. Looks like something McGonagall would wear.”
“She wears nightgowns, not pyjamas,” Remus laughingly told her through the partially opened door as he quickly changed in the bathroom.
“And how do you know that!” Tonks asked, her dark eyes widening.
When he settled in and snuggled up next to her in the bed, he finally told her, “Do you have any idea how many times she had to come to Gryffindor Tower to put an end to what ever we were up to? Especially towards the end of 7th year.”
She grinned. “Probably almost as many times Sprout had to come control the girls from my year and I. I was a bad example, you know…dating a boy who was also on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team and everything!”
“What’s with you and Sprout?” At her negative head shake, he then asked, “So you have a preference for Gryffindor boys?”
“Seems I do,” she told him, snuggling closer. Remus smiled down at her, and then wrapped her in his arms. “Now…tell me about the nappy changing debacle! I so can’t wait to see Sirius again!”
He laughed, and then launched into the story.
It was past two in the morning before they both fell asleep, cuddled in each others embrace.
In the morning when they woke, Remus and Tonks made love for the first time.