So this is pure smut and bromance. Enjoy!

CHAPTER TEN – Sweat and Firewhisky

Remus

Her hands were everywhere, in his hair, on his face, on his chest…he wanted to tell her to stop, he wanted to tell her that it wasn't wise and yet he only pulled her closer. Her body was trembling in his arms and he felt himself freeze, it needed not to stop but to slow. He pulled apart from her gently and moved his lips to her cheek, to her ear, to her neck, deliberately trailing kisses across her skin.

"Nymphadora…" He whispered.

They tumbled backwards falling onto the four poster bed, he pressed his mouth against hers and felt her smile underneath him. "Don't call me that." She said through heavy breaths.

He chuckled into her ear. "Nymphadora…"

His heart was beating fast and he could feel that hers was too. Her skin was smooth underneath his scarred hands.

Tonks reached up and pulled his shirt over his head. "Come on old man," she whispered, "Show me what you've got."

Remus pulled back and looked directly at her, her hair was the most vibrant shade of pink he had seen yet and there was a grin on her face that he could not help but return.

"Okay then…" He growled, ripping her shirt open with a ferocity he thought had burned out long ago. "But I warn you, I sometimes bite."

Her grin grew, if possible, wider.

After, Tonks sat on the edge of the bed and held her shirt between her fingers. "Reparo."

Remus leaned in brushed her hair from over her shoulders. "We should get back downstairs and soon before they notice we're gone."

Tonks sighed happily. "I would, I'm dying for one of Molly's pumpkin pies but I need to get some sleep. I have the early shift at the Ministry tomorrow and I'm exhausted." She turned to look at him, her cheeks were still flushed. "Especially now."

"Okay I will make an excuse for you."

She bent down and kissed him. "Can I see you again? I actually have this Saturday off if-"

Remus interrupted before she could finish. "Actually this weekend is the full moon and I prefer that no one see me when I'm in that diminished state." He lingered over the word diminished as though the word tasted sour in his mouth.

Tonks shrugged, "Don't worry, we'll see each other soon enough. In fact…" She grabbed a piece of parchment from the desk and conjured up a quill. She hurriedly scribbled down some words on the parchment and gave it to Lupin. "That's my home address. When you're feeling better come see me."

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

"Wotcher Remus." She said throatily and then she disappeed on the spot.

Remus let out a laugh and pulled his shirt over his head it was as he was putting on his shoes that there was a knock on the door.

"It stinks of sex in here."

Remus almost choked on air. "Sirius that's ridiculous."

Sirius smirked, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Your shirt is on inside out."

Remus remained silent as he took his shirt off and then put it back on again. "What do you want Sirius?"

Sirius' coal black eyes regarded him carefully. "For you to be happy." He paused. "Do you really think that we've never grown up?"

"I don't think we have, no." Remus suddenly stood up. "Wait a minute, how did you know- were you listening?" He demanded appalled.

Sirius clapped his hands together. "Don't worry, I only came upstairs to call you both down for some firewhisky but then I caught that little snippet of conversation and decided to leave you to it…on my old bed Remus? Really I thought you had more class."

"Please, this room is classy." He motioned to the dusty posters on the wall. "I love what you've done with the place."

Sirius laughed and then fell very silent.

Remus clapped his hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I meant what I said. You and I, we're stuck, the war stole our lives from us. James was a big part of us…and Pettigrew, though I hate now to admit it."

"You paint us as quite a tortuous pair." He said blankly, the usual cheeriness from his voice gone.

Remus, who was still floating on the high of Tonks' touch, simply shrugged. "There is no one I'd rather be stuck with than you, old friend."

Sirius nodded solemnly and they stood there for a moment awkwardly looking at each other and Remus became uncomfortably aware of the rumpled bedsheets and sweat that was still on his brow. It was Sirius who broke the silence. "I would hug you but…you really do stink."

"Firewhisky?" Asked Remus quickly.

"Definitely."