What if it's You?

Remus crept down the stairs quietly, confused. His thoughts were a mess of emotion and embarrassment. He just had to get out of there; kissing Sirius like that, it was reckless and stupid. Maybe he could sneak out the door, before –

"Hey Remus," Nymphadora said brightly, "Can I have a word?"

Groaning internally, Remus changed directions and started walking with Tonks. "Sure," he said politely as they walked to the door.

Remus pulled the door open, a gust of cool air made Tonks shiver. "Brr…" she muttered, running a hand along her upper arm. Remus nodded, forcing a smile, and held the door open for her. Tonks smiled back and walked out into the grassy square. Remus walked over to her as she spun in a slow circle, arms out spread, while her light brown hair seemed to float around her face. Tonks ended the turn and they strolled over to the waist-high, chain link gates.

"You're all pink," she commented. Remus blushed further at the fact that his previous blush hadn't faded yet. Tonks laughed – like bells.

"Nymphadora…" he said. Remus was bewildered, he had no idea were his feelings lay, he knew where he wanted them to lie, he knew were they needed them to be, and he knew where they should remain.

Tonks leaned against the gates. She took each of Remus's hands in her own and pulled him toward her, swinging their arms like a child.

"Tonks," she corrected him.

Remus cleared his throat, "Sorry. Okay, Tonks…"

"Yes?"

"I think we… I can't… I'm not… You're too…" Remus stuttered, trying to make her understand everything, but not really wanting her to know any of what he was currently thinking.

Remus was completely torn. Ripped to shreads; each a feeling, each an opposite of everything else.

Tonks sighed. "Please, Remus, give me a chance to explain something."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," he said truthfully.

"Please," she whined, pouting her lip.

Remus sighed and said, "All right. Explain yourself."

Tonks laughed darkly at his tone. She swallowed nervously, seeming to get that this was her chance.

Remus, who was expecting her to speak, was surprised when Tonks leaned in and pressed her lips to his gently. He lost all train of thought – not thinking what he was doing, or who he was doing it to.

Remus pulled himself closer to Tonks, deepening the kiss. Their fingers still intertwined, Tonks moved her hands to either side of his face and sat on the fence railing, so her head was a few inches over his. Remus felt her fingers thrust his through his own hair, guided by hers, they slid down his neck leaving his hair on end, under his collar, across his shoulder. Tonks bit down on his lip, and he pulled back, kissing down her jaw line and throat. She shivered when his lips lightly brushed the length of her collar bone. He nibbled gently at her ear, and her hair brushed against his face.

Remus was aware that the flowery, bleach-like smell filling his nostrils wasn't the one he craved, but his mind was far from his senses. Tonks wrapped her legs around him, and Remus pulled her up further, above him. Tonks's lips met his again, pressing down against him. The pressure had Remus vaguely aware of himself unlocking their hands, moving his to her waist, pushing Tonks down on him. She trapped his top lip between hers as his hand stroked just above the top hem of her jeans. Tonks pushed her lips against his harder; Remus parted his lips, moaning as Tonks skimmed his tongue with hers.

"Sirius."

Nymphadora pulled back, surprised. Remus's stomach dropped as he saw her hair – bubblegum pink – and reddened lips, staring up at him confused. Somehow they'd gotten to the stairs of Number Twelve, and were both on their feet again.

"Nothing – I just, I, uh… heard Sirius, calling us in for supper," Remus lied. Tonks bit her bottom lip, and Remus looked away.

That was stupid. Probably the stupidest thing he could have done in the current position. But, as he looked back down at Tonks, he knew that what would be even worse was to tell her the truth. That it didn't mean anything, that it was a mistake, that he thought she was someone else.

Tonks took his face in her hand, her expectant expression melting into a concerned one.

"You okay, Remus?"

At least she wasn't calling him 'Remmy' now. Remus nodded and assured her that he was all right. Tonks raised her eyebrow suspiciously, but let it drop along with her hand.

"Right then," she said, abruptly tense again. "Remus, I love you."

"Nympha – Tonks, I…" Remus shook his head and looked away again. The moon was only a tiny slice, but he could feel his pulse connect with it. "I'm a werewolf. And I'm no good for you – too old, too… boring," Too much in love with my best mate.

Tonks had her eyes closed when Remus finally looked back at her. She nodded to herself, swallowed, and opened them with a grimace-like smile. "Well, let's just go eat?"

"Sure."

Tonks muttered something about figuring it out later, which Remus chose not to hear, and she took his hand as they climbed the few steps and into Number Twelve. Remus made his way to the kitchen, pulling Tonks along behind him like an overconfident puppy.

Sirius, already sitting at the table, seemed to freeze head to toe when he saw them – their hands, Tonks's hair and lips, and Remus considered how he must look, considering himself the definite victim in this situation.

Sirius's jaw tightened and he looked away, suddenly very interested in his silverware.

If only he knew…

A/N: Hey everybody, I'm back, by popular demand (hehe, that sounds so cool.) Sorry I spent a whole chapter on a onesided TonksRemus, but I'll have you know that this is the only TR I've every written, and Remus is thinking about Siruis the whole time. So... you should be proud! Thanks so much for all the reviews, and keep them coming if you liked (or hated) this!