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Tonks tilted her head back to gaze at Remus. He looked very young in the morning light. Relaxed, at ease. The lines that usually marred his handsome face were smoothed away; there was a light in his golden eyes. She could see the boy he must have been in the man beneath her. She was certain, as a boy, he had caused a few hearts to flutter, much as hers was now.
But he was not a boy, but a man. A man; and a wolf, which she could sense pacing restlessly behind his calm exterior. A man who was patiently withstanding her scrutiny, eyes locked on hers, lips faintly curved.
Propping her chin on her hands, she grinned at him. "Wotcher, Remus."
"Nymphadora." He reached up and sifted his fingers through her hair, which she realized with a start, was her natural color and length. Honey brown, wavy locks just to her shoulders.
"Is this the real you, Nymphadora?" He asked softly.
Suddenly shy, she dropped her eyes, nodding. She never let anyone see her like this, but reverted to her natural state in sleep.
His hand moved from her hair to her cheek, cupping it gently and coaxing her to look at him. She met his gaze with her own, chocolate brown.
He studied her now, his eyes moving over her features as if seeing her for the first time. Then he smiled. "I do like the pink hair, Tonks, but I think I prefer you like this."
"Boring." She replied with a laugh.
"Enchanting." He countered.
Oh, he was good. And the best part was that she knew he was sincere. Remus would never say anything he didn't mean.
She had to wonder why some woman hadn't snapped him up by now. And was grateful they hadn't.
Any other man might take advantage of this situation, Remus thought. And he was sorely tempted. The wolf in him could smell her arousal, which only fueled his own, but in her wide eyes, he could see her trust.
She trusted him, and that made him push his hunger aside. He forced away the wolf's instincts to take, to possess, and wrapped his arms around her.
He could tell, that if he made even the slightest suggestion that they become…intimate, she would not disagree. It was a nice stroke for his ego, yes, but it would be wrong. She deserved more than that.
The first time should be than a quick morning romp. He wanted it to be more.
"We should probably get up." He said.
She looked disappointed, but agreed. "Ok, but one thing…"
"What's that?" He asked curiously.
She inched up and pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. With a soft sigh, he sank into it, letting his thoughts float away for a moment. His hands tangled in her hair and he tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss. She pulled back a little, then darted close to lick his lower lip, rubbing her hips against his.
Heat arrowed straight through him. His hands slid away from her hair to grip her hips and hold her still and he groaned. "Tonks…"
Her lips curved up, looking much like the canary that had just devoured the cat.
"Just checking." She said wickedly.
The evil little witch. "You're a minx." He growled, claiming her lips once more. She accepted his fervor with a soft sound, her hand now tangling in his hair.
It might have progressed further into more dangerous and much more satisfying territory, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Tonks?" Molly's voice called out. "Have you seen Remus?"
The broke apart reluctantly. Remus looked faintly embarrassed, but Tonks grinned.
"He's here, Molly." She called back.
There was a pregnant silence from the other side of the door, then, "Oh. Well. Breakfast is ready."
Tonks snickered.
"Why did you tell her that?" Remus asked, aghast.
Tonks shrugged. "Why not?"
A blush crawled up his cheeks. "Well, because now she'll think we've been… er…"
"Shagging?" She supplied.
"Er, yes."
"So?" She countered, a challenging glint in her eyes.
"Um, well doesn't that bother you?" He was frowning now.
She slid off him, kneeling beside him. "Why would it?" Then she bit her lip, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. "Does it bother you?"
"No. Of course not." He looked appalled by the suggestion. "It's just that people might think I'm taking advantage of you, or something."
Surprised laughter bubbled out of her. "Since when do I care about what people think?"
To prove her point, she closed her eyes, screwing up her face. A moment later, her hair turned a shocking shade of violet.
She opened her eyes, which were now the same color as her hair. "They might also think I'm taking advantage of you, you know. You being a werewolf and all."
He looked confused. "How's that?"
"Animal passion." She said.
His cheeks darkened. "Oh. Hmm." He seemed to be at a loss.
Oh, that was so cute. She bent to kiss him once more. "Let's go to breakfast."
She bounced off the bed. Remus had a glimpse of slender pale legs beneath her nightshirt, before she swept on a dressing gown.
With a sigh, Remus sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He gazed down at his rumpled clothes and brushed at them. There was no helping that.
Fastening her dressing gown, Tonks held her hand out to him. "Come on."
He rose, taking her hand with a slight bow. "My lady."
She giggled, lacing her fingers with his. Together they went down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was filled with the boisterous noise of the Weasley clan and friends. The din faded slightly when Remus and Tonks entered.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny looked at them with undisguised curiosity. Fred and George immediately began making kissing noises behind their hands. Remus grinned sheepishly and sat beside Harry. Tonks went around to the other side of the table, pausing to slap the back of the twins' heads. Then she sat next to Hermione, pointedly ignoring the curious looks the teenager was giving her.
Harry was the only one who had the nerve to come out and say something.
"So, Tonks, what happened last night?" The question seemed innocent enough, if one didn't pay attention to the shrewd look in his green eyes.
She glanced at him while piling eggs and bacon onto her plate. "Had a bad dream." She said simply.
"Uh-huh." The boy replied with a grin.
Remus narrowed his eyes. "Harry." He said mildly.
Harry shrugged, his grin remaining firmly in place. "What? I was just asking."
Tonks debated with herself for about two seconds, then decided she couldn't resist.
"Actually, Remus and I were shagging like bunnies all night." She announced blandly.
Remus choked on his tea. "Tonks!"
Hermione and Ginny dissolved into giggles, Harry and Ron were staring at Remus with shock, and the twins turned speculative glances to Tonks.
Molly came to the table, putting a platter of toast down. "Tonks, really." Her voice was disapproving.
Tonks laughed. "Sorry. It was a joke, Molly. I couldn't resist."
Remus carefully put his cup of tea down. "Tonks had a nightmare, so I stayed with her. That's all."
Molly turned a look of censure on the kids. "Really. I'm ashamed of the lot of you, thinking such things."
Tonks met Remus eyes and winked. He flushed and looked down at his tea. The man was a mass of contradictions, it seemed. He had moves she was sure would have rivaled Sirius', looked like every woman's werewolf fantasy, yet was embarrassed that the teenagers suspected he had sex.
It was adorable, really. And when he lifted his head, and she caught his heated gaze with her own, she smiled and ran her tongue over her bottom lip in a seductive gesture.
The look he gave her after that promised retribution.