Goodnight Sweet Girl - slight AU.
(Set during HBP - Tonks is still angsty & in love with Remus but she's also seeing Charlie Weasley.)
Lyrics are taken from Goodnight Sweet Girl by Ghost of the Robot© 2011.
Disclaimer - neither the characters nor the song lyrics belong to me, I'm merely borrowing them for my amusement.
"Are we done for now,
or is this for good.
Will there be something in time?
With us there should."
He landed on the doorstep of her small muggle flat at a few minutes after midnight, hesitating before knocking. He always dreaded this moment of uncertainty, never sure if the Weasley boy would be dropping in from Romania for a surprise visit for a spontaneous night in with his girlfriend. Not that he'd know - his relationship with the young witch had been reduced to late night flights and they never ever discussed her boyfriend.
"Only girl for me is you,
There can be no other one.
If I didn't have faith,
I would come undone."
She stood to one side as he entered her home, battle scarred and weary, bringing in the scent of cold weather and the rain. Clad in her pyjama shorts and a thin tank top, she disposed of his travelling cloak as he pressed her against the hallway wall, his wiry yet strong frame towering above her. Without a single word being exchanged, tongues melted together, mingling the tastes of fire whiskey and chocolate. He pulled back, her dark eyes glared up at him with a fiery determination as she took the lead and led him to her bedroom.
"There will be other guys,
who will whisper in your ear,
say they'll take away your sadness and your fear.
They may be kind and true,
they may be good to you,
but then they'll never care for you more than I do."
Back in her bed, skin against skin, bodies moulding together - this is where he felt alive, where he was himself, Remus, and not just the monster he was cursed to be. Shedding her of that annoying layer of underwear, he took one exquisite small breast in his mouth before switching his attention to the other as she moaned softly in the back of her throat, bucking her pelvis against his growing hardness. His hand trickled down her body to test the advanced wetness between her thighs, the discovery earning a renewed gasp of pleasure from them both.
Without missing a beat, he had shed his greying boxer shorts and had sunk into her welcoming, caressing warmth, their bodies moving together so naturally. She glanced up at him as they began to move together, her eyes almost black in the low light, innocent, vulnerable behind the steel of her gaze; by contrast, her hair began to flush a pale pink, blushing more and more vivid as she drifted towards her heights of pleasure. She let out a low cry as her hair glowed neon in the darkness, a sight that was only for him. As she pulsed against him… fuck. He spilled into her, resting his head against her shoulder, unsure if the taste of salt in the air was their sweat or their tears.
An hour later, once she was settled and safe in her dreams, he silently dressed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head - mousy brown again, he noted with a heavy heart - and left the flat, knowing that it was only her that made him survive.
"Still see the promise in your eyes,
and still wonder if it's for me,
but I know it's still there even when you sleep.
So I say… good night sweet girl."