Hug

This is not a hug. A hug is what you give to your pink teddy bear when you're five years old.

So, this is not a hug.

This is an atomic bomb. I can feel his touch in every place of my body and he is just innocently with his arms around my waist. I can feel him separating, and one of my stupid inner voices wins the control of my body and makes me moan:

"No…Stay"

His face is so close to mine that I can almost feel the heat rising to his face. Damn inner voice, I should get her killed. But at least he got closer to me again.

I almost go senseless. I tell you, this is not a hug.

"Ninphadora, I really don't think we should stop be doing this…"- his murmuring voice in my hear sends shivers through my spine. Instantly, visions of him naked in the bed dance in my brain. Oh, good, I'm a pervert now.

"Stop doing what?"- I look into his golden eyes and give my most innocent smile, which is pretty hard since he's still naked in my head.- "And it's Tonks"

What the hell am I doing! Why am I getting so close to him? Gah, Tonks, abort mission, abort mission!

To late, I kissed him. He is frozen, maybe he'll get angry at me when I finish, but first let me enjoy the moment. Surprisingly enough, he still didn't push me away. I'm the one who ends you doing it.

We fall apart. He's blushing, how cute! But, there again, I bet I'm blushing too.

"Er… Remus… I'm really sorry, I didn't meant to- ya' know- kiss you. It's just… is that… You hugged me!"- I just shout that out, and turn even redder while he stares at me looking confused- "And you are a very good hugger."

I should've just shoot myself. But it can't be so bad, now he's smiling, that's a good thing, right? Strangely enough, it's a naughty smile. I didn't even know that Remus had one of those. He leans closer, the voices in my head start being hysteric with the proximity.

"So, Tonks, what his wrong with my hug?"

I blush. Actully, I think I'm starting to look like a tomato. And I love the way he says my name. I mean, my real name, not Ninphadora.

"You're just… A good hugger, that's all"

"And a good kisser?"- Now it's me and the voices in my head that are hysteric. What the hell is he doing!

"I don't… really know. There wasn't enough time to see"- Let me reformulate that last thought, WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!

"Well, what are we going to do about that?"- now he's so close that I can feel his breath in my hear, and I feel like I'll burn if he whispers to me again like that.

And then he kisses me. His hands embrace me again, tightly and I suddenly feel them caressing my back, and I wonder what happened to my shirt, but it doesn't really matters. His kissing me, and it's wonderful, and that's all that matters.

When we finally give up to the need of breath, I give a small moan.

"So, what is the verdict?"- He's smiling again. I'm still without breath. Now, in my head, he isn't just naked. Do we get a medal for greater pervert?

I moan again as answear.

"I'll show you that I'm a very skilled man. Did someone ever showed you that there's a little point behind your knee…"

Oh, god, I love this man.

N.A: It's stupid and non-sense. But give me a discount, it's the first time that I write in English.

The reference to the knee thing is from Ally McBeal, and it's actually a true aphrodisiac place of our body.

Anyway, read and review please, even flames are welcome.