A/N: I'm feeling highly prolific today. I've had some notes written for a while, little snippets of each idea for the word prompts, but I've had trouble extending them into actual chapters/oneshots. Nevertheless, here we are, on chapter four of 'Of Chocolate and Troll Legs'. I love this word so much! There are so many places to go with it! Granted, any word could go any which way when there are no limitations, but even so, this one was fun to write.
Disclaimer: If I were JK Rowling, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction, would I? Alas, I have not written a best-seller series, I have not changed countless millions of lives for the better, and I am not one of the richest women in the world. I have a cat, though.
OTP: Remus/Tonks
Prompt Word: Helpless (4/50)
Dora had a habit of morphing back into her natural form whenever the two of them were alone together. It was one of Remus' favorite things about their relationship; it spoke of the trust she had in him, that she could let her guard down enough to show him who she truly was. And he loved every inch of her.
Remus made a point of telling her every day, with and without words.
Sometimes, he would catch himself staring at her when he should have been intently focusing on his latest draft of the pro-werewolf legislation he'd been working on. Often, when he was reading a novel, the words would blur and he would instead watch as his wife chased Teddy around the sitting room.
One cool April evening saw Remus and Dora on the front porch of their modest home in the countryside, sitting together, her feet victim to her husband's ministrations.
The day had been hectic; Teddy was sick, and on top of that, Dora was tired of being stuck behind a desk for the remainder of her pregnancy and had come home crying uncontrollably.
"You know, I like you best this way." Remus spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the spring night. Her brown hair shone in the soft glow of the stars, and her hair seemed to be crowned with a ring of light. Even in the darkness, he knew her eyes were her natural brown.
"What? Fat and ugly?" Dora frowned, her eyes glinting in the darkened eve.
"No. I think you're beautiful." Remus offered a crooked smile, and through the dark, he could make out the slight lift of his wife's mouth. He reached to stroke her hair, letting it thread through his fingers.
"Really?"
"Yes. There is nothing more beautiful than watching you chase Teddy around the house because he's lost his diaper." He laughed a little as he spoke, but from the chuckle that resonated from Dora, he knew she'd remembered that evening.
"I hardly think there's anything beautiful about a baby gone starkers and a waddling cow trying to catch him." She let out a derisive snort and pulled her feet off of his lap, tucking them beneath her.
"Hey now, that's my wife you're talking about. And I think that this—our daughter— is the most beautiful thing in the world." He laid his hand on her protruding belly and leaned towards his wife, cupping her cheek with his free hand. "Besides you of course." He smirked, feeling her breath mingle with his.
"And who says I'm beautiful?" Dora questioned, shifting into a more comfortable position, expecting to wait for awhile. She pulled away and he knew that she was flustered.
"Only the best-known authors of the Wizarding world, of course." Remus crinkled his nose at her.
"Oh?" Intriguing, his wife leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on the swell of her pregnancy. His eyes were drawn downwards, coming to settle on her hand, the plain wedding band she refused to put a diamond on shining in the dark.
"Indeed," he grinned widely, leaning to whisper in her ear, "there are stories you know, of helpless men doomed to fall before beautiful women. I fear I may be one such man." He let out a delighted chuckle when she shivered.
"And am I one of those women?" Dora blinked up expectantly, waiting for him to respond.
"Oh, you most certainly are, my love. Bewitching, indeed." he murmured as he closed the slight gap between them, briefly touching his lips to hers.
Pulling away, he smiled at his delighted wife.
"Most definitely."
Remus held Dora for a few minutes until she began to shiver. He led her inside and she sat as he made a fire.
"Wait, what authors are you talking about?" Dora smiled, watching her husband's muscles flex beneath his thin shirt as he readied the fire.
"Oh, just me." He grinned over his shoulder, ducking as she tossed the pillow at him.
"Cheeky bastard." she grumbled, folding her arms in mock annoyance.
"Beautiful wife." he grinned, his teeth showing as he plopped down next to her.
"Oi! Was this your way of trying to get me into bed?"
"Really, it's more trying to get you out of your clothes."
"For what it's worth, it's working." Dora leaned forward and kissed every part of him she could reach.
Remus chuckled and his response was quickly lost.
Yes, he was indeed helpless against his wife. And that wasn't exactly a bad thing, either.
He certainly wasn't complaining.
A/N: So, I like this one a lot. But I'd like to know what you think, so please leave your reviews in the little box below!