CHAPTER SIX: Lead the way Boss
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Remus headed for his dresser, he needed muggle clothing, he knew. He opened his dresser drawer and picked out a pair of blue-jeans, a pair of dress shoes, and a white silk shirt. He had taken to favoring silk, he'd noticed. It was comfortable, not like cotton, which seemed to make him want to scratch. It was too much like fur, he thought. He tucked the shirt in. Then slid on the matching brown belt for the shoes, he went back into the bathroom, ran a brush through his hair. He'd shaved again while he was showering, so his face was smooth. He tilted his head in the mirror, "Bah. Look..the woman looks at me like that and I go get vain.." he shook his head. Muttering. Then turned, heading downstairs, argueing with himself about why he was eager to spend his day with her.She slid the spatula under the omelet, and tried to get it on the plate she'd put beside the stove for that purpose, but about halfway there, it slipped off, and she grabbed for it, then dropped it, yelping at her burnt hand. That was enough for her. She knew when she was had. Muttering, she turned off the flame, and actually sucessfully banished the omelet after imagining it was Fudge's head, and folded her arms, glaring around the room. Her eyes lit upon the fresh basket of fruit, and she plucked a banana from the bowl, and seated herself at the kitchen table. "Hah! Food!"
He headed into the kitchen, arching a brow at the "Hah-food part" then got out three eggs, a slice of cheese, some already grated potato's, and what looked to be cinnamon rolls. He arched a brow. "Want an omelet?" he asked. Not even realizing that she'd hurt herself trying to make her own. He dug around in a cabinet, and sat about making coffee as well. While waiting on her answer, he started cooking, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
At the mention of omelets, she picked up the peel of the banana, turned in her chair, and threw it at him. One thing she did have, was good aim. Exceptionally good. It was a good thing, one had to be able to aim decently when they're on the ground after tripping over their own feet when being chased by or chasing an enemy. "Don't even mention omelets! I just burned myself trying to cook breakfast for us, thankyouverymuch!" She grumbled, eyed her banana like it was the most evil thing in the world, practically snapping at it and tearing a bite off.
He laughed when the banana hit him. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll fix you something to eat that will be more appealing than a bannana." He grinned at her, and got rid of the bannana peel. In a few moments he'd started on the omlet, he obviously knew how to cook, a fact that suprised a lot of people. He started the cinnamon rolls, and the coffee, he tilted his head, his eyes mischeivious. "Want me to kiss your burn better?" he teased. Remembering the thorns last night.
She took another bite of her banana and swallowed again before answering him. Her answer was simple, to stand up, walk over to him while he was working, raise up on her tiptoes, and nibble at his ear, before murmuring. "I have better places in mind for you to kiss..." Then she scampered out of the kitchen, laughing, and only nearly tripped once on her way up to the shower.
He inhaled. Damn the woman. A simple kiss and she blew his concentration to hell and back. He shook his head. "Good god.." he groaned. Leaning against the counter. The woman was a flirt. But damn..he couldn't help thinking that he enjoyed someone who liked him enough to be themselves around him. He felt his lips twitch into a smile. Then turned his attention back to his cooking. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and leaned back, thinking and sipping from his cup. He watched the food as it cooked. Did what was nessicary. When you live alone, you learn to cook. He'd found, or starve. A wry grin crossed his mouth. He'd have to teach Tonks how to cook. That would be fun..He took the cinnamon rolls out, placing them on the counter, then put two on the edge of plate for tonks, and two for himself. Then dished out the omelets, covered in tiny chunks of cheese, and smelling heavenly. He also added the nicely done hashbrowns, and pondered. Then grinned. He took the rest of her bannana, and chopped it up. Putting it on her plate, along with a cup of coffee. And then settled into the chair, letting his mind drift while he waited on her to finish with her shower.
Tonks showered quickly, something you learned to do when in auror training, or else they might just turn the water ice cold on you. It wasn't three minutes before she was out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, and slipping into the spare bedroom she claimed as her own when she was around to get the spare change of clothes in the dresser. She started to forgo a bra, and then grinned when she realised the teasing power she held over Remus. He'd never seen her on a true lazy day...Giggling, she slipped the bra and panties on, both bright red satin, and then slipped on the black leather pants and black button up shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone and tying the ends above her belly button, then she closed her eyes, and allowed her natural build to come through, until she filled out the bra and pants, molding her body just a bit to ensure they fit her in all the right ways and after slipping on her trainers, she headed back down the stairs. At the sight of her bright punpkin coloured hair, in a shiny surface, she had to pause and grin, before heading back in the kitchen, already feeling her mouth watering at the smell coming from there. "Foods done?" She asked, her eyes falling on the plates. "FOODS DONE!" She cheered.
He chuckled, and smiled at her, she was beautiful like this, but then, he'd never seen the woman look unattractive. He chuckled. "Yes, food's done. Remind me, tonks, to sometime teach you how to cook" he grinned at her, then sobered. "Hmm.." as he dove into his own plate. Although his table manners where good, he was definitley hungry. He winked at her as he nibbled on his cinnamon roll first.
She muttered. "If Molly Weasely thinks i'm hopeless, I dont see you having much luck, buddy." and then went after her own plate of food. Like him, her table manners were good, but when Tonks was hungry, she ignored everything around her and concentrated on inhaling the food. The omelet made her pause and give an incoherent expression of pleasure before she hurriedly wolfed it down, and finally, about three quarters of the way through the meal, she decided to take a breather, and leaned back against her chair, smiling. "S'good."
He chuckled, having bolted his food almost as quick as her, he was nibbling on the last bit of hashbrown. "Thank you" he couldn't help but smile, it almost disturbed him, how nice it was to have someone he could just well, be himself around. He stood, putting his plate in the sink, and leaned on the wall behind her to watch her. He grinned. Then leaned down, kissed her ear smoothy. "Tit for tat" he chuckled as he sipped his coffee.
She took a few more bites, and felt pleasantly full, and was just about to get out of her chair, when he kissed her ear. Shivers wracked her, and she swallowed hard, breathing a bit harder than normal. "You're so had..." She muttered, meeting his eyes in a playful challenge, before rising up and taking her own dish to the sink, banishing the left over food and running water over the plates to clean them off enough nothing would stick to them while they were both out. "Soo..." She drawled as she "Stalked" over to him. "We should get going..hmm?"
He grinned at her when she stalked him. When had he ever smiled or laughed so much, he wondered. It'd been a long time, he thought, hell, he knew. He watched her approach, his eyes gleaming. "Yeah, we should, Harry's probably eagerly awaiting us, you know.." but he didn't move. Then he grinned. Stalking foreward on his own. He leaned down, and kissed the tip of her nose playfully, before heading towards the door. "Come on lazabout..time to go"
Her breath caught as he moved towards her, and her lips parted slightly in anticipation of being kissed. When he merely kissed her nose, she groaned and whirled, coming up behind him and thwapping him on the back of the head. "You're just...mean!" She said, and grabbed him by the back of the britches. "Lead the way boss
Remus headed for his dresser, he needed muggle clothing, he knew. He opened his dresser drawer and picked out a pair of blue-jeans, a pair of dress shoes, and a white silk shirt. He had taken to favoring silk, he'd noticed. It was comfortable, not like cotton, which seemed to make him want to scratch. It was too much like fur, he thought. He tucked the shirt in. Then slid on the matching brown belt for the shoes, he went back into the bathroom, ran a brush through his hair. He'd shaved again while he was showering, so his face was smooth. He tilted his head in the mirror, "Bah. Look..the woman looks at me like that and I go get vain.." he shook his head. Muttering. Then turned, heading downstairs, argueing with himself about why he was eager to spend his day with her.She slid the spatula under the omelet, and tried to get it on the plate she'd put beside the stove for that purpose, but about halfway there, it slipped off, and she grabbed for it, then dropped it, yelping at her burnt hand. That was enough for her. She knew when she was had. Muttering, she turned off the flame, and actually sucessfully banished the omelet after imagining it was Fudge's head, and folded her arms, glaring around the room. Her eyes lit upon the fresh basket of fruit, and she plucked a banana from the bowl, and seated herself at the kitchen table. "Hah! Food!"
He headed into the kitchen, arching a brow at the "Hah-food part" then got out three eggs, a slice of cheese, some already grated potato's, and what looked to be cinnamon rolls. He arched a brow. "Want an omelet?" he asked. Not even realizing that she'd hurt herself trying to make her own. He dug around in a cabinet, and sat about making coffee as well. While waiting on her answer, he started cooking, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
At the mention of omelets, she picked up the peel of the banana, turned in her chair, and threw it at him. One thing she did have, was good aim. Exceptionally good. It was a good thing, one had to be able to aim decently when they're on the ground after tripping over their own feet when being chased by or chasing an enemy. "Don't even mention omelets! I just burned myself trying to cook breakfast for us, thankyouverymuch!" She grumbled, eyed her banana like it was the most evil thing in the world, practically snapping at it and tearing a bite off.
He laughed when the banana hit him. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll fix you something to eat that will be more appealing than a bannana." He grinned at her, and got rid of the bannana peel. In a few moments he'd started on the omlet, he obviously knew how to cook, a fact that suprised a lot of people. He started the cinnamon rolls, and the coffee, he tilted his head, his eyes mischeivious. "Want me to kiss your burn better?" he teased. Remembering the thorns last night.
She took another bite of her banana and swallowed again before answering him. Her answer was simple, to stand up, walk over to him while he was working, raise up on her tiptoes, and nibble at his ear, before murmuring. "I have better places in mind for you to kiss..." Then she scampered out of the kitchen, laughing, and only nearly tripped once on her way up to the shower.
He inhaled. Damn the woman. A simple kiss and she blew his concentration to hell and back. He shook his head. "Good god.." he groaned. Leaning against the counter. The woman was a flirt. But damn..he couldn't help thinking that he enjoyed someone who liked him enough to be themselves around him. He felt his lips twitch into a smile. Then turned his attention back to his cooking. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and leaned back, thinking and sipping from his cup. He watched the food as it cooked. Did what was nessicary. When you live alone, you learn to cook. He'd found, or starve. A wry grin crossed his mouth. He'd have to teach Tonks how to cook. That would be fun..He took the cinnamon rolls out, placing them on the counter, then put two on the edge of plate for tonks, and two for himself. Then dished out the omelets, covered in tiny chunks of cheese, and smelling heavenly. He also added the nicely done hashbrowns, and pondered. Then grinned. He took the rest of her bannana, and chopped it up. Putting it on her plate, along with a cup of coffee. And then settled into the chair, letting his mind drift while he waited on her to finish with her shower.
Tonks showered quickly, something you learned to do when in auror training, or else they might just turn the water ice cold on you. It wasn't three minutes before she was out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, and slipping into the spare bedroom she claimed as her own when she was around to get the spare change of clothes in the dresser. She started to forgo a bra, and then grinned when she realised the teasing power she held over Remus. He'd never seen her on a true lazy day...Giggling, she slipped the bra and panties on, both bright red satin, and then slipped on the black leather pants and black button up shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone and tying the ends above her belly button, then she closed her eyes, and allowed her natural build to come through, until she filled out the bra and pants, molding her body just a bit to ensure they fit her in all the right ways and after slipping on her trainers, she headed back down the stairs. At the sight of her bright punpkin coloured hair, in a shiny surface, she had to pause and grin, before heading back in the kitchen, already feeling her mouth watering at the smell coming from there. "Foods done?" She asked, her eyes falling on the plates. "FOODS DONE!" She cheered.
He chuckled, and smiled at her, she was beautiful like this, but then, he'd never seen the woman look unattractive. He chuckled. "Yes, food's done. Remind me, tonks, to sometime teach you how to cook" he grinned at her, then sobered. "Hmm.." as he dove into his own plate. Although his table manners where good, he was definitley hungry. He winked at her as he nibbled on his cinnamon roll first.
She muttered. "If Molly Weasely thinks i'm hopeless, I dont see you having much luck, buddy." and then went after her own plate of food. Like him, her table manners were good, but when Tonks was hungry, she ignored everything around her and concentrated on inhaling the food. The omelet made her pause and give an incoherent expression of pleasure before she hurriedly wolfed it down, and finally, about three quarters of the way through the meal, she decided to take a breather, and leaned back against her chair, smiling. "S'good."
He chuckled, having bolted his food almost as quick as her, he was nibbling on the last bit of hashbrown. "Thank you" he couldn't help but smile, it almost disturbed him, how nice it was to have someone he could just well, be himself around. He stood, putting his plate in the sink, and leaned on the wall behind her to watch her. He grinned. Then leaned down, kissed her ear smoothy. "Tit for tat" he chuckled as he sipped his coffee.
She took a few more bites, and felt pleasantly full, and was just about to get out of her chair, when he kissed her ear. Shivers wracked her, and she swallowed hard, breathing a bit harder than normal. "You're so had..." She muttered, meeting his eyes in a playful challenge, before rising up and taking her own dish to the sink, banishing the left over food and running water over the plates to clean them off enough nothing would stick to them while they were both out. "Soo..." She drawled as she "Stalked" over to him. "We should get going..hmm?"
He grinned at her when she stalked him. When had he ever smiled or laughed so much, he wondered. It'd been a long time, he thought, hell, he knew. He watched her approach, his eyes gleaming. "Yeah, we should, Harry's probably eagerly awaiting us, you know.." but he didn't move. Then he grinned. Stalking foreward on his own. He leaned down, and kissed the tip of her nose playfully, before heading towards the door. "Come on lazabout..time to go"
Her breath caught as he moved towards her, and her lips parted slightly in anticipation of being kissed. When he merely kissed her nose, she groaned and whirled, coming up behind him and thwapping him on the back of the head. "You're just...mean!" She said, and grabbed him by the back of the britches. "Lead the way boss