-Evelyn
Daydreaming, Remus Lupin propped himself up on one elbow. The bed still smelled of sex. He looked across the bedsheets. Lank black hair swirled over the pillow. Such a white neck, tinier than he had expected. The skin of the back that faced him was perfect and smooth like alabaster. It didn't hurt that a saucy bit of arse was peeping out from the covers.
I wonder if he knows how long I've felt this way.
Things had moved rapidly. After the death of Sirius they had found themselves in each other's company more than ever before. Would it last?
They still sparred over Harry's future, but that was really more Dumbledore's worry than theirs. Could it work?
The whole werewolf thing was a slight obstacle, but he had already shown that he was willing to help in that respect. Certainly there seemed to be a developing warmness between them. More than might be usual for two men thrust together by great events. More than just a physical attraction?
He put a hand on the perfect shoulder and felt the relaxed rhythmic breathing. It wasn't like that last night!
Always in the dark. He really is so pale. All those years underground. So pale and so very warm now.
Lupin was beginning to feel that urge beneath the duvet again.
"Are you watching me, Remus?"
"Yes."
"You are a naughty boy, and we know what naughty boys get, don't we?"
She rolled over to face him.
"Yes, Tonks."
She smiled and the long black hair shrank to a spiky pink growth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," he whined, reaching out towards what was no longer there.
Tonks giggled and let the hair grow back. He ran his fingers through it.
"Why do you like it so much?"
I wonder if his hair is this soft?
He thought for a moment and drew her close against him.
"It reminds me."
She pushed him off and rolled onto him, holding him down.
"Reminds you of what?"
"Reminds me...that I'm in love."
They kissed, playfully at first, but with growing passion.
"Me too."