Title: Obsessions With Werewolves
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rating: PG13-R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and It's Characters are all a trademark for J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This is a non-profit work of fiction based upon the characters created by the lovely J.K..
Story Summary: Nymphadora Tonks never had it easy... Her name alone gauranteed that. Not to mention she had a keen fixation with werewolves... And meeting Remus Lupin was simply the icing on her cake.
Pairing: Remus/Tonks

Warning: This chapter contains several sexual undertones.

Chapter Three

Chapter Summary - Do a little dance... make a little love... Tonks sets out with the intention of seducing Remus... but will she get much more than she barginned for?

It was like watching the gentle flutter of a flag in a breeze. Watching the hips wave back and forth with such ease that one couldn't help but be entranced. And it was certainly a good veiw as far as he was concerned.

She was singing along with a song on the radio and doing something he supposed she would call dancing. He was once again pretending to be engulfed in a book or magazine about learning and fighting the dark arts and silently sipping on a glass of cheap wine. Tonks, however was shashaying around the study cleaning with the radio up loud to drown out the sound of Mrs. Black's caterwalling. She was also pretending to know the words and sing along.

In his own personal opinion, he was having fight to keep from showing any sign that he was watching her. He would try to concentrate on her feet but their bouncing nature had soon made his gaze go right back to her hips. But, he wasn't exactly sure if she was ignoring the fact he was sitting there or if she was trying her best to entice him with rather sketchy and primative dance of seduction.

He'd quickly decided against the latter, considering she seemed too intent on her cleaning to hardly even notice she was getting half the song lyrics wrong. Besides, he was fooling himself if he was even considering the idea that perhaps the sweet, lush, dancing nymph would ever have an interest in an old werewolf like himself... Then again, in the park, she had admitted to wanting to actually marry a werewolf.

Remus shook his head to clear it. No, even if she did really want to marry a werewolf, odds are she wouldn't want one as old as he was. A girl like Tonks needed a young, vibrant werewolf to add the spice to her life that she was so obviously seeking. What she had been saying in the park about the faithfulness of werewolves, he couldn't deny was truly a desire she had. But, he wasn't stupid, young people desired other young people for the advantages in the bedroom. And as long as he continued to convince himself of that idea, he'd be fine watching the ties of Tonk's apron lightly bouncing in time to her feet.

His eyes drifted up to the small bun she had fashioned at the top of her neck. Her hand would occasionally drift up to brush away stray bits of hair that were getting in the way of her face as she cleaned. He sort of wondered why she didn't just give herself some short spunky hairdo so she wouldn't be bothered with the sweaty stray hairs. Instead she'd made it long and a very deep, dark red and stuck it up into a bun before she had commenced her cleaning of the study.

His eyes followed her every move as she scooted over to the radio and turned it down. She walked over to the desk and propped against the top of it. Her chest heaved slowly as she took in deep breaths due to her dancing and cleaning. With a spare cloth she started dabbing at the sweat on her forehead and neck.

"Hmm... Gods it's hot in here..." she said softly, almost with a seductive tone.

Remus lowered his magazine. "No doubt it's the fact you did all the singing and dancing while going about the cleaning," he commented casually, doing his best to sound as if he'd only noticed what she had been doing in passing.

Tonks stretched an arm behind her shoulder. "Hmph. Oi, Remus, I can't reach this one spot on my back and the sweat is just killing me... Think you could get it for me?" She was still talking with the seductive tone.

He shrugged and the girl tettered across the room, tripping over her shoelaces only steps away from her goal. Remus thrust his magazine into his lap as Tonks' landing zone ended up being with her face practically in his lap. When she leaned up, her eyes were closed and she was frowning.

"Sorry," she sad with an annoyed groan. She slowly stood up and sat beside him. "Oh gods, that so hurt." All traces of the seductive tone were gone and she was once again speaking with the cute, almost child-like tone Remus found amusing. She rubbed her knee and winced painfully. "Owwie, owwie, owwie..."

"Are you alright, Nymphadora?" Remus asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she whimpered. "I just need to go upstairs and rest a bit. And get my wand. That'll fix it right up. And it's Tonks dammit."

Remus watched in mild amusement as Tonks slowly stood back up and limped out of the study.

888

She frowned as she tapped her quill on her journal page. Note to self, she wrote. Make sure to wear laceless shoes if I ever try porn star approach again. Ended in disaster. She lifted the ice pack on her knee and whinced. There was a huge bruise on her knee where it had hit the floor.

Remus showed no signs of even noticing the fact I was trying to "entice" him. Maybe I should just try a love potion... or a love spell. Yes, I know they're illegal to use and all but my ancestors are famous for using spells they're not supposed to. So, why not?

The bruise on my knee it blue, black, purple, green, and yellow... Is that a bad thing? Must check with Molly on this.

On a plus side, Remus was going to help me with the imaginary sweat spot on my back. Stupid shoe laces.

love.

Tonks

PS: Stupid, stupid, ruddy, shoelaces!

Tonks yawned deeply and stetched. She took the ice pack off her knee and tapped it with her wand. It turned back into her pillow and she tossed it over to her bed. She slowly took her foot off the chair she'd had it propped in. After slowly getting up, she limped over to her wardrobe, cursing with each step she had to take. She let out a special long string of cursing when she rammed her injured leg with the door of said wardrobe.

"WHAT!" she yelped as a knock sounded at her door.

"May I come in Nymphadora?"

Only one person she knew called her by her first name, she thought with a smile. "Come on in Remus... It's open. I need some help anyways."

Remus slowly came in then closed the door behind himself. She slowly looked him over. Yes, he looked like he'd just gotten his shower and was heading for his bedroom. He was clad in only a thin pair of pajama pants, which was sticking to his somewhat wet legs.

"I was just coming to check on you before I went to bed." His eyes fell to her knee and he gave a noticable cringe. "You said you needed some help?"

Tonks tried not to smile. Why hadn't she thought of it before? Of course, why had she never would have thought to use the obvious when she'd seen him fall for it so many times? After all, Remus was a bit of a sucker for helping people. Hell, he'd slept in the "chair of death" plenty of times that she should have thought of the "damsel in distress" ploy in order to get under his skin to begin with.

"Yeeeeah," she groaned. "My knee just hurts so bad that I can barely move. Do you think you could help me get ready for bed?" Remus just looked at her as if she'd asked him to jump the top of the London Tower. "Oh come on Remus, I'm in pain here. Can't you just forget about your silly morals for once. Besides, there aren't any other girls here and you've actually seen me without my shirt on before. Try to think of yourself as being my nurse."

That's it Tonks, lure him in with the false idea that you're just entirely too helpless. She had to fight to keep from smiling as he walked over and picked her up, craddling her in his arms. With a soft sigh she rested her head against his shoulder. He carefully laid her on the bed and stuffed a pillow under her injured knee. She lay there as helplessly as she could manage as he walked back over to the wardrobe to retrieve her pajamas.

"Can you get the gown one, with the pink clouds and teddy bears on them?" Tonks requested weakly.

Remus looked over at her. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked flatly. "The old, shy, wizard has to tend to the young, exhibitionist, metamorphagi." He placed the pajamas he'd initailly picked out, back into wardrobe and pulled out the gown she'd requested. "Just promise me that you won't be giggling the whole time... This is going to be embarassing for me as it is."

She pointed her wand at the light and it went out. "There. No lights so you can be more comfortable..." It was a while before she heard Remus' footsteps coming toward her. The steps were slow and calculated. Finally she could see his outline in the darkness, standing right next to the bed. "And stop calling yourself old. You're not old, you're sophisticatedly matured."

"You thought I was almost fifty," Remus replied sharply. She felt his hands slide over her thighs and stomach before resting on the waistline of her shorts. "Can you lift your hips?"

"Sure," she replied, doing as he commanded. "And I didn't think you were almost fifty, I just thought you were older than you really are." She supressed a shudder as his hands slowly coaxed her shorts off, his slightly rough fingers trailing along her legs as he did so. A soft sigh came from her lips. "Gods... any woman you get a hold of must be very lucky..."

"Women don't want me," Remus muttered. She heard him inhale deeply and saw him shake his head roughly in the darkness. "Strong perfume you've doused yourself in..."

She smiled slightly. He was trying to make small talk to keep his mind off what he was doing. "You may be surprised, Remus. I'm sure women do want you, it's just you don't realize it because you're a gentleman. And, I'm not wearing any perfume, I'm allergic." She paused a moment and felt her face flush slightly. "I don't sleep with knickers on Remus. So, if you could, please get those too."

"Tease," Remus growled slightly. He cleared his throat and she felt his hands once again slowly slide up her legs and thighs before reaching the edge of her knickers. "I thought you promised you wouldn't enjoy this."

"You only assumed I would enjoy it Remus, you never made me promise anything." She lifted her hips slightly to let him get her knickers off, whincing slightly when his hand bumped her sore knee a little hard. "Watch the knee, Doctor."

"I apologize," he replied flatly.

"You did that on purpose," she accused. She looked at his outline and could tell he was visibly shaking. "Are you alright Remus?"

Remus shook his head roughly again and cleared his throat. "Fine," he said shortly.

Tonks frowned slightly. She couldn't help but think she was more aroused than he was. Hell, she had nearly messed her knickers when he was getting her shorts off. His hands started at her stomach this time and slid behind her to lift her, so he could pull her shirt off. He gave a ragged, struggled sigh against her ear as he did so.

Tonks was almost in heaven. This was quickly turning out to be one of the most erotic moments in her life. Her head was already feeling lighter than air from feeling Remus' warm hands slowly roaming over her skin. Her imagination was working overtime to the point she could almost feel him kissing and nibbling on her neck.

Her eyes shot open. Wait a second, she thought with realization. He was kissing and nibbling on her neck. Well, actually more like biting and sucking on her neck more than anything. Her uninjured leg twitched slightly. One of his hands had her wrists lightly pinned above her head with her shirt while the other was merely cupping her bra-covered breast.

"Stop me Tonks," she heard her growl close to her ear. "Stop me before it decides to over power me and we do something we'll regret."

Tonks temporarily pulled herself from her little cloud of excitement. "W-Wotcher, erm, eh-heh. No," she finally managed with a small giggle of glee. "By all means, keep it up." She sighed with contentment. "What do you mean by 'it' taking over," she asked, almost breathlessly.

She pouted slightly when he tore his lips away from her neck again, he looked down at her. His eyes looked darker than they should have, even given the circumstances. There was something about the intensity of the gaze that went well past being mere mortal desire. It was something primative and was almost as if a starving wolf was- Tonks gasped with realization. "You're the werewolf," she said quietly, very much in awe.

"Stop me Tonks," Remus murmured, lowered his head once again. "You don't want me." His lips barely touched hers, his dark eyes were burning into hers as she could feel his warm breath on her mouth.

Her mind whirled. It was all starting to make perfect sense. The quick reflexes, the fact she was partnered up with him for Order business, the vintage werewolf registery - not to mention his name had actually been on it, she remembered, and suddenly felt somewhat stupid for not letting that register in her mind when she had first seen it. More so after she had found out how old he really was. - not to mention the fact he'd picked up perfectly on her scent when he'd been undressing her, the vast amount of old scars on his body... There were suddenly tons of things she felt she should have noticed and put one and one together, but she had somehow missed.

"Nah-uh, Wolfie," Tonks muttered against his lips. "I'm not stopping ya. And, I do want you. Have since-" she thought a moment. "The moment I laid eyes on you in my office."

He was trembling. Whether it was with anticipation or because Remus was trying to stop his wolfish instincts from taking over, Tonks really didn't care. All her mind was caring about was that she had the man she had been mildly persuing for the past few months. And he's a werewolf to boot, her mind added with glee.

"But I'm a werewolf," he said gruffly. "I'm twelve years older than you."

"Stop pointing out all the fringe benefits and fuck me already." Tonks clamped her hand over her mouth and stifled a giggle. Remus was looking down at her with an almost mortified look on his face. "Like you've never said 'fuck' before... Honestly, Remus."

Remus grinned and tsked. "What your mum say?"

"I don't care," Tonks wrinkled her nose slightly.

"Well then, nor do I."

"Good. Now get to it wolfman or I'll hold you down and do it myself."