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[closed] when the moon doesn't hit your eye like a big pizza pie

Nov 21, 2011 21:35

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin.
When: November 20th, the evening hours.
Where: They begin at Fort Tonks but who knows where it will end...
Format: Paragraph to start, action or whatever to follow.
What: Remus has asked Tonks out on a date though they may not make it past her front door but not for reasons one might expect.
Warnings: Maybe ( Read more... )

remus lupin, nymphadora tonks

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when an eel bats an eye, wink right back, don't be shy, that's a moray lumenrelegandus November 25 2011, 04:52:10 UTC

The irony is, Lupin had arrived about twenty minutes early, and kept walking in circles around the block until it felt decent/reasonable/unobtrusive to jolly well knock.

He'd spent his entire day off yesterday scouring the open market looking for new clothes. He had little to no sense of these things, and never thought to put much time or effort into his appearance. Because he didn't see the point: time or effort wouldn't make much difference. He wouldn't fool anyone into not noticing he was Ichabod Crane.

But he anticipated Tonks would probably cook up something smashing, which she seemed to do with such ease and success that to his mind was real magic; so he wanted to at the very least not be wearing the exact same things she'd seen him in every single day, just to be fair. Even if it was still tweed, it would be new tweed, blast it. It never seemed right that women were expected to go to such effort and men could get away with none. Though he'd never be able to look as good as she did, when she put in effort and when she didn't ( ... )

that's adorable wotchesyou November 25 2011, 18:33:43 UTC

When the knock comes, Tonks almost drops her Forge first thing. It's not the first thing. First, her hands spasm which cause her to loosen her grip. Then, she drops her forge. Tonks had not been reading anything on it, having already done that... twice.

Tonks picks up her forge and sits it on the sofa next to her. Calmly, she rises and then smooths out the folds her skirt. She adjusts a few other things before moving to the door. After taking a deep breath (and now she's aware of her own nervousness), she opens the door.

Oh. He looks good.

Those are her first thoughts. Her attraction to Remus went beyond a merely physical one. The tweed and blue suits him, she thinks.

"Wotcher Remus." Tonks smiles.

He looks really good.Before she can stop herself, she gives in to that impulse. Tonks steps through her front door.She's not even aware of it. Tonks knows that he's there and well, isn't that good enough for right now ( ... )

It was one of those multiple-clue riddle answers in a NY Times crossword :-) lumenrelegandus December 3 2011, 06:26:37 UTC

The customary Hullo, Tonks gets as far as "Huh-" before he's tugged inward and downward and his mouth is quite decidedly reassigned.

Instead of stumbling, or freezing, or getting tentative, or pulling back to blink, he lets go of the doorjamb he'd instinctively grabbed to avoid falling on her; uses the momentum to put both arms firmly around her and kiss back.

It's not their first kiss in Anatole. It's… either the fourth or the sixth… But the first time had been about so many things; none of them uncomplicated, foremost among them both consolation and goodbye. The second (through fourth) time, they'd been teenagers. (So in some ways it was their real first. In any lifetime. Though not canonical; still further parallel to all other parallel lives.) The third or fifth, again, so layered with need and history and anchoring what it needed to do or convey ( ... )

wotchesyou December 3 2011, 21:14:20 UTC

Their first kiss had been a promise, something asked and something received.

The second time they kissed had been a somewhat charming encounter. They were both young. They both had issues, but he hadn't ran away and she hadn't driven him off.

The third time they kissed, it had been an act of comfort. It had been something more intimate than an embrace. The kiss had been needed by the both of them.

... Which brings them to this point. Neither one of them need comfort. Neither one of them are promising anything. For the first time (in their adult lives), it is a kiss for enjoyment's sake. And Tonks very much enjoys this one.

Her body leans into him. While her left hand still has a secure hold on the front of his shirt, her right hand casually comes to a rest on his shoulder. Her fingertips and hand then slide around his neck locking them together.

Eventually, she becomes aware of just how much she likes where his hands are. She likes what his lips are doing. Tonks had not been expecting to dislike their first romantic kiss but ( ... )

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