Disclaimer: I don't own Tonks Or Remus. Sigh.
A/N: Jeez you reviewers are a pushy bunch. It was supposed to be a one shot. But because I'm so nice (and bored) here you go.
Tonks wasn't, by nature, a patient woman. She preferred instant gratification to waiting any day. She hadn't had any time alone with Remus since the night he invited her down for cocoa. The entire Weasley clan, minus Percy, but with Harry and Hermione, had descended on 12 Grimmauld place the next day. The house was filled with people, and there never seemed to be a time when she could find him alone. It had been nearly a week, and she was starting to wonder if perhaps she had dreamed the whole thing.
Except, she would catch him looking at her with a thoughtful frown on his face. She was desperate to know what he was thinking, and had decided that tonight, she would find out. So she lay on her bed, waiting. Listening to the sounds of the others retiring for the night.
Finally, the house was still, and mostly silent. Remus had not come upstairs, so she knew she could find him alone downstairs. She slipped out of bed, throwing a voluminous cardigan over her nightshirt, and headed off in search of him. She tiptoed down the stairs, carefully making her way around the troll-foot umbrella stand that always seemed to get in her way. As she pushed through the door to the kitchen, she congratulated herself for getting this far without tripping on anything.
Then she tripped.
Gentle hands caught her around the waist, steadying her. She looked up to find Remus' amused face near hers.
"Wotcher, Remus. Nice reflexes."
He grinned at her. "I was waiting for that to happen."
At her questioning look, he explained. "You were far too quiet coming down here."
He hadn't released his light hold on her, and she savored his touch. "So, how did you know it was me?"
He leaned closer and sniffed. "Smelled you."
It sent a thrill through her. "So what do I smell like?" She asked softly, curious.
He sniffed her again. "Chocolate." He replied.
She was a little disappointed. She had hoped for something a little more… exotic. "Chocolate? I smell like chocolate?"
"Sort of." He released her, stepping back. "It's a bit complicated. But, basically, your scent is very similar to chocolate."
"Oh. Well…" Bereft of his touch, she went to the table and sat down. "I guess that's good."
With a wave of his wand, Remus sent two mugs of cocoa from the stove to the table, then sat across from her. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. How could he explain to her that her scent gave him the same thrill that very good chocolate did?
"It is good." He told her. "I like chocolate." It sounded lame even to him.
She tilted her head. "Yeah?"
He nodded. "I really like chocolate." He put a lot of feeling into the words, hoping that she would understand.
"So what about me?" She asked.
He sipped his cocoa. She apparently hadn't caught his veiled compliment. "What about you?"
She took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "Do you like me as much as you like chocolate?"
He gazed at her for a while, his golden eyes somber. He wasn't very good at this man/woman thing. He didn't want to accidentally insult her. "I think," He said cautiously, "I like you in an entirely different way, Nymphadora."
Oh, now we were getting somewhere. And she was really starting to love the way he said her name. He made it almost tolerable.
She propped her chin on her hand and studied him. He looked healthier than he had a few days ago. Not as weary, and his face had filled out a little. She knew it had to be Molly's doing. She had taken one look at Remus when she arrived and had clucked over him like a mother hen.
"Molly's cooking seems to agree with you." She told him, lifting her mug to take a drink.
He nodded. "I suppose it is. My own cooking isn't very good."
Tonks could understand that. "Mine too. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her."
He looked surprised. "How do you mean?"
She shrugged. "You know. Competent."
He frowned at her, a line appearing between his brows. "Why do you put yourself down like that?"
She looked away, jiggling her mug to make the liquid inside swirl around. "Because I'm so clumsy. I'm always falling over things and dropping stuff."
"Well, that's true, but you're a very good auror. Molly wouldn't be able to do that."
"Maybe."
He paused. "Then again… she can be kind of scary when she gets her temper going."
A giggle slipped out and she peeked at him.
His eyes were full of warmth. "But I don't think pink hair would suit her quite as well as it does you."
"You really think so?" She asked.
He nodded. "Oh, absolutely. She would look rather silly."
She laughed again. "No, Remus. I meant do you really think it suits me?"
"Yes, Tonks. I think it suits you brilliantly."
She beamed at him. She had worried that maybe her odd appearance would bother him.
Her smile was a powerful thing, Remus decided. And knowing that he had been able to make her smile was even better. It bothered him when she put herself down for being clumsy. There were worse things. And clumsiness was one of the things that made her, well, her.
And catching her when she tripped was a very good excuse to touch her.
He drank some more cocoa, content just to be alone with her. They sat together in companionable silence for a while, occasionally glancing at each other.
Finally, Tonks drained the last drops from her mug and rose. "I should go to bed."
He stood up as well, sending the mugs to the sink with a flick of his wand. "I heard you're taking the girls shopping tomorrow."
She nodded, yawning, and stretching her arms over her head. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts strained against the soft cotton of her nightshirt. "Yeah. Should be fun."
He came around the table and escorted her out of the kitchen, his hand at the small of her back. "You'll have a good time, I'm sure."
When they neared the umbrella stand, he gave it wide berth. "We should just get rid of that thing." He said when he saw her glance at it.
She shook her head. "No point. I'd just find something else to crash into. Better the enemy I know."
He followed her up the stairs, whispering. "I don't mind you being clumsy, you know."
She stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at him. "You don't?"
He halted on the step just below her, which brought them eye to eye. "Not at all."
Her eyes locked on his. "Why's that?"
"I quite like catching you."
Her breath came out in a sigh. "Oh." Her cheeks flushed pink.
He reached out, sliding his hands around her waist. "May I kiss you, Nymphadora?"
Her lips parted, and she nodded slowly. He leaned close, brushing his lips against hers. For a kiss, it was sweet, gentle and a little uncertain. And all too brief.
Her eyes flew open in disappointment when he pulled back. But the look in his gleaming eyes stilled any protests.
Hands locking against her spine, he leaned in and reclaimed her lips, his tongue sweeping inside to sample her taste. Her hands crept up of his shoulders to tangle in his thick hair. He hummed low in his throat, continuing his leisurely exploration of her mouth. When they parted this time, he was smiling.
"I think…" He said quietly, then kissed her again. "Yes. Definitely."
"Definitely what?" She murmured.
"Definitely better than chocolate."
A/N: This is going somewhere. Where, I have no idea. Any ideas? Help!