A/N: More Tonks and Lupin, but what can I say? After all they are my favourite pairing… This is just a rather pointless, but still thoroughly enjoyable, oneshot I've had floating around in my mind for a while which I finally decided to physically write.

There's not really a set time period in which this story occurs, so use your imagination…

No copyright infringement intended. I do not own any of the characters or locations mentioned, nor do I own the song lyrics which have been employed throughout. I make no claim to do so.

Enjoy.

Divine Temptation

He watched her from across the room, he couldn't help himself.

She was effortlessly and uniquely beautiful without even realising it, though someone else definitely had. He noticed that lately the second eldest Weasley child had been looking at her. His eyes would travel up and down the length of her slim body before, eight times out of ten, coming to rest on her breasts.

His own stomach twisted and convulsed in something he didn't want to admit was jealousy.

'Too old, too poor, too dangerous.' He chanted under his breath, through clenched teeth, for perhaps the hundredth time that night. Looking for a distraction, he turned his head and glanced around the room. A small army of redheads, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and a select few members of the Order of the Phoenix – but that had become the norm at the Burrow these days. The only difference was that this time the Dragon Handler was here.

Thinking back, Remus couldn't believe the nerve of that boy.

It had begun earlier in the evening when everyone had just started to arrive. She'd walked through the door just moments after him and, in true Tonks fashion, had tripped over her own feet. Without realising what he was doing, he had spun around and caught her before she'd hit the ground. It had almost become a reflex action now and, to be honest, he liked catching her. Though, he had noticed that a certain Weasley had looked like he was going to rush over to her aid. He quickly shot the boy an evil glare. How very dare he.

But everything else was forgotten the instant he turned his head to face the pink-haired witch still in his arms, dipped, almost touching the floor.

She had locked her eyes with his and softly smiled 'thank you', the blush in her pale cheeks still visible in the dim light of the hallway.

He smiled gently back and, truth be told, had probably lingered there a moment too long, but then again, so had she.

It was another little while before either of them moved again, before he lifted her out of his arms and into a standing position once more. It was disappointing when he had to do so, as he knew all too well that he could have lingered there, in that doorway with her for the rest of time.

He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't notice when she stood up and began walking across the room, making just one brief stop before continuing on her journey and taking the seat next to his in the dark, secluded corner he'd found himself in.

'Here.' She said quietly as she handed him the bottle of lukewarm butterbeer in her left hand, keeping the one in her right for herself.

'Thank you.' He smiled graciously, accepting the offering and nursing it with two, somewhat sweaty, hands. Though not bringing it to his lips, he simply stared into the familiar liquid and found himself lost in thought once more.

As Tonks beside him drank, he sat beside her in silence, simply enjoying her presence. He loved absolutely everything about her. From her vibrancy to her personality, to the way she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and every little detail in between.

He loved her more than life itself, but he would never, could never utter a single word of this to her. She'd laugh. He knew she would.

What would a beautiful young woman, thirteen years his junior, ever see in a poor, old werewolf?

'She'd be better off with Charlie.' He sighed to himself, catching a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye.

Silently, and almost gracefully, she was swaying lightly along with the tune playing from the Weasley's large, wooden wireless.

He hadn't even noticed it was on.

Though, as he listened now, he got the impression that it wasn't on the WWN as it usually was. The beat of the music was altogether different to what he had heard previously and the lyrics, apart from bearing no references to cauldrons or spells, were somewhat inappropriate.

It took him a moment longer to figure out that, chances were, it was some muggle song, on a muggle station, and that someone had probably touched something on the wireless and either, hadn't put it back to the WWN, or didn't actually know how to.

It was probably Ron.

While he was considering the possibilities, he hadn't noticed that the woman next to him had moved. Not further away like he would of thought, but closer.

'I want you.'

She whispered in his ear, in time with the song. Her voice was low and seductive, her eyes burned black with desire and her long, slender fingers had begun to inch their way up his thigh.

He froze.

'I don't want anybody else.'

She continued. Her voice still low, her fingers climbing higher. Part of him didn't understand what she was doing and part of him didn't know why she was doing it to him, but all of him knew that he didn't want her to stop.

'And when I think about you…'

The anticipation was unbearable. Her hands had moved as far up his leg as possible and were now slowly massaging his inner thigh. He was almost incapable of human thought, and it took all of the strength and control he had to not throw her down and ravish her right then and there on the floor of the Weasley's living room.

'I touch myself.'

Her lips were caressing his ear as she breathed her confession and lingered there longer than necessary. Her closeness drove him crazy. He let out a quiet moan, begging her to continue, but she pulled away despite his protests.

He stared into her blazing eyes, his breathing heavy searching for an answer, but found none.

She smiled slyly at him before she stood up and brushed her pink locks out off of her face.

She stared him straight in the eye once more, but his time, the fire was gone.

In its place was a deep seated longing and sheer horror at the realisation of what she had just done.

She blushed in embarrassment, looked away awkwardly and took a step backwards in shock. She tried to turn and go back to her seat across the room, but instead she stopped and turned to face him yet again.

The fire was back.

'I honestly do.'

She smiled and walked away, her hips swaying seductively, more so than what was usual or necessary, but neither one of them was complaining.

Now that he was alone once more, he exhaled deeply and crossed his legs. Looking down at the bottle in his hands, he knew he was going to need something all together stronger than butterbeer, and although he needed it now, he couldn't get up just yet. He didn't particularly want to have to answer those questions…

He caught her staring at him from across the room and stared deeply into her eyes. They were still blazing. Blazing for him, he realised with a shock, making his heart pound in his chest.

He couldn't help it. 'Take that Weasley.' The thought flittered across his mind.

She affected every part of him so intensely, in a way that he didn't want to admit. He despised the fact that one woman could hold so much control over him, but at the same time, he wouldn't trade it for all the gold in Gringotts.

He swallowed, his mouth dry, and blinked slowly. Never breaking eye contact, his lips parted slightly and he softly, but undoubtedly, murmured three small words, an echo of her previous confession.

'I Honestly Do.'

And only Merlin knows how very true it was.

All Characters and Locations property of J.K. Rowling.

All Song Lyrics taken from 'I Touch Myself' performed by the Divinyls and property of their respective owners.

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