a/n: Random one shot I wrote for my friend Alex, just random. Enjoy and review if you want to!
CHAPTER ONE: Good-byes
I'm sitting at the worn wooden table. Alone. The word reverberates in the silence. I am alone.
"Remus?"
It seems to take years for me to simply turn my head. Tonks is standing there in her faded purple bathrobe. Her hair has turned black- it is spiky with bed head. She reaches out to me.
"C'mon'"
I rise slowly, trying to ignore the pain between my lungs. As we climb the stairs, she wraps her arm around my waist and lays her head on my shoulder.
"Do you think Harry is still awake?"
I shake my head, and open the door. We slip between the sheets and I lie, staring up at the ceiling. Soon enough, I hear the sounds of her sleeping.
………………..
It was a sunny day in early September, the light reflected off the lake and into my eyes. Even from the secluded shade of the Weeping Willows, I had to raise a hand to shield my eyes from the glare.
"Remie"
I look away from the light, back at…. Sirius. His bare chest and arms, corded with muscle, were tensed as though he was struggling with himself.
"Sometimes, do you think we're…. different?" I asked him.
He laughed.
"Yes,Remie"
He leans in to me, I've heard from a lot of girls that Sirius Black tasted like cherries. I think they're wrong. Sirius Black tasted like cinnamon, and oranges, and peace. After the rain of kisses has stopped, all there was was soft hands rolling me over into the grass, and then thunder.
……………….
I awake gasping, sweat pouring down my body. With one hand I shake Tonks awake. She rises slowly onto her knees.
"C-can you do me a favor?" I ask.
"yes"
Suddenly, I her voice is lower, shoulders broader, and her hair darker. Even in the night, I could tell who she is.
" How did you know?" I whisper
"I've always known" he said.
I smile. Tonight, he tastes like tears, and clouds, and getting my own turn… to say good-bye.
The dreary dawn light creeps through the window, and wakes me gently. I am sprawled on my bed, his smell still lingers in the air, in the sheets. Beneath me, Tonks rolls over, facing me now. I'm shocked to see her face, feminine and beautiful now, still ringed by a blue-black mane. Slowly, I trace the shape of her lips before gating up, and then leaving the room, and them the house and walking away. I never look back.
But one question still hangs in my mind, a thought that will never leave.
How did Tonks know exactly how Sirius Black looked like naked?
A/N: lawlz! review!