The Bath
A/N: Here is the fixed version. I realised only now that there was a few words missing here and there. Really annoying... How I did not notice it before..? Anyhow, I'm still pretty self-conscious about this story; I haven't been able write for a long time and this is first time I have really written anything this "audacious" (and it really isn't anything too exclipit, don't worry...)
After a long, tiring day patrolling around Hogsmead, Tonks stumbles into the small flat she's given by the Ministry. Stripping out of her clothes and kicking the heavy work boots away, she's soon in the tiny bathroom, pouring hot water into the tub. The tap is crap, trickling with very poor pressure. Not patient enough to wait the tub to be full, she carefully lowers herself in. Sighing deep, she relaxes in the tub, feeling how the water rises slowly, enclosing her in its its warm embrace.
But even the comforting warmth can't wipe away the misery which has been occupying her mind for many months now. Not surprisingly, her thoughts start to circle around the source of that misery: Remus bloody Lupin.
Picking up a sponge and rubbing herself clean with it, she wonders once again the stubborn git of a man. Thinking that she's better without him... How can he decide that for her? Like she is not responsible of her own decisions. And most annoying, heartaching part is that she knows he loves her. He had said it many times while they were still together, and she saw it in his eyes.
Noble git.
Noble, loveable git.
She loves him. And it's hurting so much not being with him. Not being able to touch him.
Closing her eyes, she remembers the feeling of being kissed by him, being caressed by him. The feeling of being touched by him. It had had felt so good being with him, so close...
She relaxes in the water, pulling to her full lenght. Without really even really noticing, she opens her legs slightly, letting a hand wander down on her body. She gasps in surprise, when the hand reachs her intimate parts.
Trying to forget she's alone, imaging he is the one touching her, she starts to move her fingers, caressing... Soon enough, she has forgotten everything, but the warm water surrounding her body, the intimate touch and the image of Remus in her mind. The fantasy is so vivid that she is only awaken from it when a loud splash disturbes the peace.
Frozen, she snaps her eyes open and sees how water is pouring to the floor, the tub finally being full. Overflowing.
Sighing, this time with disappoimment and resentment, she reachs out to the tap, and turns it off.
The moment is gone. She can't reminiscient Remus with the passion, the desire like she did a moment ago. Only with sorrow.
Feeling unsatisfied with the interrupted moment, she draws a deep, sad breath, pulls herself from the tub, trying hard not to fall on the wet floor. While wrapping a towel around her, she gazes at her peaky reflection, curtained by the mouse coloured hair, and smiles weakly, hoping that someday she can feel Remus's touch for real once again.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please leave review! :)