Challenge #179 The Circular Challenge (for 30minutefics)
Title: Time and Distance
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Tonks/Remus
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Written in less than thirty minutes. Encouraged to post by a friend.
Tonks never understands Remus.
One day he will swoop in from the kitchen, kiss her on the cheek and perhaps a little more. She likes it when he touches her; something he doesn’t often do. He always mumbles into her neck when he comes, and she can never quite understand what he’s said.
Other days he won’t arrive downstairs until eleven, and he will make himself a cup of tea, listless and morose. Tonks checks her calendar; the full moon is a week and a half away yet.
Tonks likes the happy Remus better. She likes it when they kiss, when he pulls her close by her waist and holds her tight like he’ll never let her go. Sometimes after she can see tears running down his cheeks. Sometimes in his sleep he mumbles incoherencies about pranks and forgiveness.
Tonks likes changing her appearance for him; in the early months he would come downstairs and do a double take and she’d laugh and wrap her hands in his hair and kiss him, and when they pulled back she would be someone different entirely.
Tonks holds her secret in her belly for three weeks, and then she can stand it no longer. She picks one of those days where he comes in and cups the curve of her breast in his hand on the morning, and they have sex over the kitchen table. After, wrapped in blankets and sat on the sofa with mugs of hot chocolate, she tells him. She spends at least thirty minutes trying to clean the chocolate off the walls and floor before she gives up and cries, loud, child-like sobs which make her giggle until she remembers.
Now Tonks just likes the days when Remus is there. Sometimes they spend an afternoon in each other’s presence; once or twice she found the courage to bring up the baby and he replied rationally, but coldly. She finds she preferred the heat of his anger and despair.
When the baby in her stomach is five months old, Remus comes back to her. He kisses her softly on the mouth and she knows then that he has returned for good. She wonders what prompted his sudden return, but she is glad. Tonks never understands Remus.
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Tonks/Remus
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Written in less than thirty minutes. Encouraged to post by a friend.
Tonks never understands Remus.
One day he will swoop in from the kitchen, kiss her on the cheek and perhaps a little more. She likes it when he touches her; something he doesn’t often do. He always mumbles into her neck when he comes, and she can never quite understand what he’s said.
Other days he won’t arrive downstairs until eleven, and he will make himself a cup of tea, listless and morose. Tonks checks her calendar; the full moon is a week and a half away yet.
Tonks likes the happy Remus better. She likes it when they kiss, when he pulls her close by her waist and holds her tight like he’ll never let her go. Sometimes after she can see tears running down his cheeks. Sometimes in his sleep he mumbles incoherencies about pranks and forgiveness.
Tonks likes changing her appearance for him; in the early months he would come downstairs and do a double take and she’d laugh and wrap her hands in his hair and kiss him, and when they pulled back she would be someone different entirely.
Tonks holds her secret in her belly for three weeks, and then she can stand it no longer. She picks one of those days where he comes in and cups the curve of her breast in his hand on the morning, and they have sex over the kitchen table. After, wrapped in blankets and sat on the sofa with mugs of hot chocolate, she tells him. She spends at least thirty minutes trying to clean the chocolate off the walls and floor before she gives up and cries, loud, child-like sobs which make her giggle until she remembers.
Now Tonks just likes the days when Remus is there. Sometimes they spend an afternoon in each other’s presence; once or twice she found the courage to bring up the baby and he replied rationally, but coldly. She finds she preferred the heat of his anger and despair.
When the baby in her stomach is five months old, Remus comes back to her. He kisses her softly on the mouth and she knows then that he has returned for good. She wonders what prompted his sudden return, but she is glad. Tonks never understands Remus.