Disclaimer: do not own Remus or Tonks. This is a fun little one-shot that popped into my head while listening to Maroon 5.
Immobilized by the sight of you
I'm paralyzed by the thought of youMaroon 5
God, she was beautiful. She was sitting all the way across the room and yet he felt as though he were right next to her. She was looking stunning in a white bridesmaids dress, being a close friend of the family, which was juxtaposed by her hair, which had taken on a shade of blue. She was smiling, looking on as Bill and Fleur danced slowly around the dance floor, chatting with Charlie Weasley, sipping her drink. He wished so very much to be right there with her, sitting and talking, and just looking at her. She was beautiful, and untouchable.
He thought about it and almost did it twice, get up and go sit by her, I mean. Twice he actually got up and then feigned adjusting his pants as she looked over. He smiled and gave a half wave, then sat down, feeling like an awkward teenager at his first "girl and boy party". He took a sip of his gillyweed and stirred it thoughtfully with the straw. Maybe he would just get up and go.
For the third time, he stood up and looked over at her. This time, she gave him a goofy grin and he chuckled. When he looked up again, she was beckoning him over. He figured, why the hell not. The minute he approached the table, Charlie and his date got up to dance. He looked at Tonks and she just smiled slyly and took a sip of her drink.
"You planned that…" Remus says, sitting down.
"Maybe." She says, beating around the bush.
"You're a sly one Nymphadora."
"What did I tell you about using that name?" she says, putting on a show of mock rage.
"To always use it so I can see the way your nose wrinkles when you're mad." He says, which makes her only madder.
There is a moment of silence and then Tonks begins, "Why didn't you sit with me and Charlie and Victoria?" Victoria was Charlie's date, apparently.
"Ah well, my place card was over there, with, er, Ron and Harry, and it was fun sitting with them and…I don't know. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Re-mus," she says slowly. "There was an empty seat over here," she keeps talking when he tries to interject. "And you know the Weasleys would not have given a bucket of billywigs if you'd come and sat by us."
Remus doesn't know what to say. Sometimes, Tonks scares him a little. Like last month, in the hospital wing when she'd practically told everyone that she was in love with him. It was times like these when he had no idea what to say. He took another sip of his drink, feeling even more awkward when she places a hand on his.
"Remus, I thought we had cleared this up. I thought we had decided that we were going to give it a whirl. And after everyone saw us holding hands at the funeral, who are you hiding from?"
Remus hates when she does this. She backs him into a corner so he has no defenses to her arguments.
"Do you want to dance?" he blurts out as he notices that a slow song has begun.
"I would be delighted." She says, mockingly pompous, and stands up to accept his arm. He stands up also and takes her hand; warmth spreads through him as she smiles and her hair turns a violent shade of red, so that she looks like a Weasley.
They walk onto the dance floor and he places his hand on her waist, she places hers on the small of his back and they sway in time to the music. Neither of them knows what to say. And when Tonks lays her head gently on his chest, Remus is at a complete loss for words. He puts his chin on the top of her now purple head and can smell the fruity shampoo she uses. It's intoxicating.
As the song ends, Tonks lifts her head to look at him. Their gazes meet; they're transfixed by each other. The love radiates between the two, and they feel the need to show their love. Remus catches Tonks' chin in his gentle grasp, and guides her mouth to meet his. It's a gentle, chaste kiss that nevertheless makes Tonks' molecules shiver.
She exhales a gentle breath when the kiss ends and Remus loves that soft breeze on his face. She smells like peppermint. He no longer feels awkward. He feels brave and overcome by emotion that he knew was returned by the woman in his embrace.
They kiss again, with more passion this time. And they both know it's the right time when Tonks exhales the words, "your place or mine?"
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