A/N: This is rated R for adult themes. Yes, yes. I'm sorry it's mild. I'm a chicken. I need practice at it. Haha.

Disclaimer: Says Chinesemoon, I don't own this! Don't sue, read the story and you'll find bliss!

Chapter 2: How She Saw Him

Tonks couldn't sleep. She couldn't think. For Merlin's sake, she couldn't ever breathe! She sat up in her bed, curious beads of sweat trickling down the side of her pale face. More than half a moon's light spilled into her room, illuminating everything she set her violet eyes upon. Things seemed to glow in the dark. Was that the moon or her eyes?

She threw the bed cover away from her body. She struggled to untangle her feet from the sheets. With a frustrated sigh, she tore the blankets away and stood up. She stumbled to the door and pressed her ear to the wood. Nothing; no sound. She thought she heard something... what was it?

People called Tonks crazy. It had been so long that she'd been branded a weirdo that she was beginning to believe that fact herself. She was odd! Well, dammit, she did wear her hair as purple a lot lately. When she went to sleep, she was too tired to hold her shape. She let herself slide into her original form. It was so displeasing, but then again, she was asleep. If she was asleep, she was alone... usually. Hell, always.

Tonks frowned as the door made a loud squeaking noise when she opened it. Her bare feet padded on the cold wooden floor as she crept down the hallway. Her legs felt bare to the air around her, even though she was wearing short shorts. Her tank top seemed to cover less of her flesh than she realized, tucked away in a warm bed.

Down the stairs. One, two, one, two. She prayed Mrs. Black didn't hear her and start screaming at the top of her lungs. The last thing she wanted right then was for the whole bloody house to wake up because of her – again.

All she needed was a little warm milk. A glass of milk, perhaps a biscuit, and off she went. It was easy, it was quick. She always had better luck sleeping with something in her stomach. She wished she had eaten more at dinner that night.

The door to the kitchen was ajar. There was a dim light coming from under the door, and Tonks thought, Mrs. Weasley must have left the fire burning all night. She usually did that.

Tonks pushed open the door slightly. She looked behind her at the painting of Mrs. Black. She kept her eyes locked on it as she backed into the room. The painting remained asleep as Tonks quietly closed the door behind her.

"You're up late."

The voice almost made Tonks scream. She whipped around, her eyes landing on the moon illuminated Remus Lupin. She grabbed her heart dramatically, and fanned herself. He was wearing a white button up night shirt and soft gray cotton bed trousers. Tonks turned her eyes down, noting with a flush of color that his shirt was only half done up, leaving many buttons at the top open.

"I- I came to get a snack," Tonks said, calmly. "You too I fancy?"

Remus shrugged, his eyes fiery. "Just contemplated killing myself," He said dully. "My usual cheery thoughts."

Tonks grabbed the biscuit bin and sat down across from him at the table. She pretended to be fascinated with a scratch in the table. She felt his eyes following her outline. She wanted to scream again, but not from fright.

"Fancy seeing you here in the middle of the night," Tonks said, giving a laugh. "I thought only the crazy people couldn't sleep."

Tonks was startled to hear a low growl from Remus. Her eyes shot to his face, and he slowly licked his lips, like a wolf hunting his pray.

"Crazy is as crazy does," Remus said, his bottom lip curling. His hands, which lay on top of the table, clutched the surface of the cherry counter top. His knuckles were white. His eyes were... different. What was wrong with him? She wondered. Was this him on lack of sleep?

Remus made a face at her. Tonks, raised an eyebrow. He looked rather silly, she thought. She'd never seen him like this. She smiled faintly at him. Standing up, she turned around and opened the cabinet, in search of a milk glass. Another low growl came from Remus's general direction.

Tonks turned around to see what was the matter. She found his eyes locked onto her frame. She opened her mouth, her eyes tracing his shirt. How did it get undone? She dared not ask.

"Didn't you're mother ever tell you not to taunt your peers?" He said, in a low voice.

"Remus?" Tonks said, tilting her head to one side.

"It's rather brave, don't you think," Remus said, clenching his fist on the table. "To be running around at night in such an outfit?"

Tonks blushed, setting down a glass on the table in front of him. She cleared her throat.

"Um, Remus? What's wrong?" She asked, stepping closer. Her throat had gone dry, she suddenly realized. She couldn't make her feet move any closer. She wished her heart wasn't so damn loud.

"You, that's what," Remus answered. Tonks was taken aback. She would have stumbled backwards, had she been able to move. "You're under my skin, Tonks."

Tonks cocked an eyebrow at him. She noticed how ruffled his hair looked, all falling in his face like that. He looked different – he looked younger somehow.

Remus stood up. Tonks couldn't register any sign of alarm in her mind. Her eyes could have been blurry, or he could have been walking up to her.

Both his hands landed on her bare shoulders. He moved his fingers along her soft skin, his eyes never leaving her face. He licked his lips suddenly, and growled.

"I'm warning you Tonks," He said, through gritted teeth. "Get away from me right now, or else—"

She stepped closer. She wanted to drape her arms over his shoulders. Would he shove her if she sniffed his neck? She wanted his scent. She wanted more than that. He looked willing to give—

She touched his face. Her fingers glided over his cheek, going up and touching his messy light brown hair. Her grabbed her hand and held it in a painful grip.

"No," He hissed. The fire began to burn out as he yanked her closer. "Dammit Tonks. You don't know what you're doing. I won't be able to stop. Get – away – from – me. You're a child—"

"I'm not," She breathed. "But maybe I need someone to teach me things."

She always knew there was another side of him. The side he didn't want her to know. The side he never wanted her to see. That crazy wolf inside him, wanted to break lose. His kiss wasn't soft and kind like she always imagined it to be. His touch wasn't slow and careful. His mouth certainly wasn't gentle. It was all so hard and needy. She liked it.

He was strong, and she was surprised. He leaned over and scooped her up in his arms. He sat on the side of the table, holding her in his arms, kissing her neck quickly. She was still too shocked to realize what was happening. She only knew she was adding to it by kissing back so hungrily.

He stood up, still carrying her. He walked up the stairs. Each step he took, she wished harder and harder that no one would see them. What would happen if they were found...

He pushed open the door to his room. He dumped her on the bed, undoing one of his shirt buttons. He growled and looked at her, his eyes burning.

"Right now," Remus breathed, flicking another button open. "Nymphadora Tonks, tell me to stop."

Inhaling a breath of air, she looked at him and saw what she wanted for so many years.

"No," She said.

TBC