Title: The werewolf and the raver
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rating: PG-13 R!
Warning: This fic contains use of alcohol and some rough language.
Summary: Tonks finds out exactly how much fun Lupin can get... when mixed with a little alcohol. Lupin-Tonks
AN: Upped the rating because this chapter decided to go further than I had originally anticipated O,o;
Grand total: 13, going onto 14, pages within my document thingie.
Chapter Three
The First Test.
They just stayed frozen for several moments, looking at each other with confused and forlorn expressions on their faces. Both of them tried forming words with their mouths, only to find out their voices didn't want to respond. Finally, Tonks managed a slight squeak and cleared her throat before continuing.
"We didn't- Did we?" she asked, her voice cracking. "We couldn't have. There's no way we got that bad... Is there?" Tonks peeked beneath the blanket she had pressed against her chest. All she was wearing was her socks, not a good sign. "Are you?" She attempted to look under the part of the blanket Remus was using to cover himself, he just swatted at her hand and held the blanket tighter around himself.
"I assure you, Tonks, all I have on is this blanket," Remus replied shortly.
"There has to be some sort of explanation for this," Tonks squeaked, she swallowed hard. "There's no possible way- Maybe we just accidentally got into the same bed and didn't realize we were naked. Yeah, that's it. There's no possible way-"
"There's one way to know." Remus glanced at her slightly and looked at the wall. "Just, run to the bathroom and check yourself for any bite marks."
"Bite marks?" Tonks asked blandly.
"Bite marks," Remus repeated. He closed his eyes and waved his hand slightly. "It's a werewolf thing. Just go check. Look everywhere. And I do mean everywhere."
"Could you, not look?"
"Wasn't planning to," Remus replied quickly, his face intent on the wall.
Tonks quickly scooted back across the bed and picked up the first article of clothing she got her hands on. She recognized it as being the over-shirt Remus had decided to put on for their excursion. She simply shrugged and put it on, noting that it was missing a few buttons as she scurried to the bathroom connected to Remus' room.
She was thankful for the fact there was a long mirror on the back of the door, so that she wouldn't have to venture outside of Remus' room for the search for any bite marks. Bite marks, Tonks snorted slightly, never would have figured Remus to be a biter.
She dropped the shirt off her shoulders and studied her reflection. A slight frown disturbed her features as she took note of the several marks on her breasts and neck. None of them were bite marks, though, they looked more like the result of sucking instead of biting. Nothing she hadn't had before.
She turned around and brushed her hair up off the back of her neck. No bites were anywhere on the back of her neck, shoulders, or her back in general. She pursed her lips slightly and looked down at her feet. He had said to check everywhere... She lifted her foot and grasped her ankle and looked at the bottom of her foot. She lowered the foot and did the same to the other.
She weaved unsteadily before losing balance and crashing to the floor. She pushed herself onto her elbows and winced slightly. "Ouch." Her eyes widened and she quickly scurried to her feet. She gawked as she looked at her inner thigh... where a rather large bite mark rested. A few of the teeth indentions had actually broken the skin. The skin around the bite mark was surrounded by a dark bruise. "WHAT THE HELL!" She clapped her hand over her mouth and simply snatched the shirt up and yanked it back on.
"There's a bite mark," she said as she re-entered Remus' room.
Remus had already pulled his pants on and was sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked up as she had come into the room. "Let me see it."
"No."
"Well I need to see it to make sure we didn't- y'know." His face flushed a lovely shade of pink.
"I'm not showing it to you."
"Why not?"
Tonks sputtered slightly. "Well... it's- It's some place I don't want you to see. Or, close to it."
"Was the skin broken?" Remus asked.
"Yes."
Remus swore and buried his face in his hands. He gave a heavy sigh and looked up at Tonks. "The wolf marked you as his mate."
"WHAT!" Tonks suddenly felt dizzy and lowered herself into a chair. "Does that mean- You and I - we did... Maybe we didn't. Maybe-"
Remus gave a bitter laugh. "The wolf will only mark his mate during or after the mating process, never before hand. Which, if the mark is where I think it is, you were marked after."
"I think I'm going to be sick." As if to prove her point, Tonks swallowed hard. "Okay. What happens after the wolf marks his mate?" Remus looked at her flatly. She narrowed her eyes and slowly shook her head. "No. We couldn't have." Remus nodded slightly. "Twice?" Tonks yelped.
"That all depends."
Tonks glared at Remus. "On what?" she asked in a dangerous tone.
"Werewolves don't like to stop until their mate is-" His faced flushed again. "-pleased."
Tonks covered her eyes firmly with her hands. Once would have been acceptable. Twice, maybe. But more than twice was definitely unacceptable for her. Small flashes of images went through her head.
Dimly lit street.
The over head street lamp was out, leaving them only with light from neighboring lamps.
Her back was against the lamp post, Remus was deeply sucking on her neck. His hands had been under her skirt...
Tonks gasped and dropped her hand away from her eyes. "There has got to be some reason this happened. I'm not one to just go about shagging my friends during a drunken stupor."
Remus frowned deeply at this. "If you're suggesting that I am harboring some sort of sexual attraction to you, you are greatly mistaken, Nymphadora Tonks."
She flared her nostrils slightly and stalked over to him and pointed her finger in his face. "Well, the feelings weren't coming from me." Remus casually slapped her hand out of his face. "Erm. Right. You're right. You're not exactly the type to go about lusting after young girls. Maybe it was simply something that came from drinking entirely too much and feeling lonely."
Remus seemed to roll the idea around in his mind a few times before giving a slight nod. "You're right. Maybe it was the alcohol."
"Maybe," Tonks echoed. "Let's just- forget this happened and go about our business for today." Remus nodded with agreement. "And tonight, we'll sit down and test the theory of if it was the alcohol."
Remus looked at her sharply. "Pardon? What do you mean 'test the theory'? You mean, sit down with a few bottles of fire whiskey and see what happens?"
"Exactly. If we wake up in separate rooms. It means that we just weren't thinking right due to our excursions last night." Tonks nodded firmly. "And, if we do wake up in the same bed again it definitely means we don't need to be drinking around each other because something in our minds clicks and we turn into sex obsessed animals."
"For the life of me I cannot figure out your logic on that one," Remus said flatly. "Basically you're saying if we drink and we don't it means we just weren't thinking right. But at the same time you're suggesting that if we do end up-" he quickly looked her over "-that is means we weren't thinking right. Either way it proves we were not in the correct frame of mind."
"Exactly," Tonks said with a firm nod.
"Did I miss something or was I just miscommunicating?" Remus asked.
"Okay. First step is to find out if it was the fire whiskey that did it," Tonks explained. "If we get pissed tonight and wake up together again, it means the fire whiskey may have been the reason we had a lapse in judgment." Remus sighed heavily and looked at her, awaiting the rest of her explanation. "However, tomorrow, we just spend time with each other and see if it leads to-" she paused, trying to find the right word. "-erm... mating. If it doesn't that means that this was purely an alcohol related incident."
"I still feel as if we're going about this completely wrong," Remus commented. "I don't think setting ourselves up for another possible night of - you know - isn't the way to go."
"I'm going to go get dressed and showered. Then I'll get Sirius to transfigure some fire whiskey out of some water. You and me, tonight, in the study, after everyone is in bed. Got it?" Remus snorted slightly. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
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"Hey, Nymphadora, have you seen Remus?"
"I'm not seeing Remus," Tonks said defensively as Sirius came into the study. "What makes you think I'm seeing Remus? He's too old for me, you know. I would never even consider seeing him."
Sirius gave her a strange look. "I asked if you had seen him. Not if you were seeing him, Nymphadora. I was wanting him to come help me out with some cleaning out."
"Well, it's not my job to keep up with him! What's with the twelve degree!" she proclaimed. "You're acting as if I watch his every move. He's not my boyfriend you know, he's just a friend. So why would I know exactly where he is!"
Sirius, if possible, only looked more perplexed. "I wasn't suggesting anything. I was just asking if you knew where he was."
Tonks huffed slightly. "He's in the basement making sure that mold isn't something that will end up spouting teeth or something." She sank herself into her copy of Witch Weekly as Sirius slowly left the study, giving her a slightly suspicious look. "Don't give me that look Sirius! He had to tell someone where he'd gone in case it did. I just happened to be available! It doesn't mean anything!"
"ALRIGHT! No need to get your knickers in a twist!" Sirius yelled from outside the study, waking up Mrs. Black in the process.
Tonks huffed again and turned a page in the magazine and was greeted with Remus' smiling face. He was showing off a creature in a tank with pride. She turned a few pages back and read the heading at the beginning of the article "The Professors of Hogwarts, 1993". She looked at the front cover. Of course, it had been a copy from only two weeks after school would have started that year.
She growled slightly and threw the magazine into the seat beside her. But then she started feeling a nagging sensation in the back of her head. She was curious about the bloody article, so she snatched the magazine back up and turned back to the two pages dedicated to Remus:
Professor Remus J. Lupin has decided to take the role of Defense Against Dark Arts
(DADA) for this year, a job that most consider to be cursed. Though he has no immediate
plans to make his job permanent, when asked he said, "If Headmaster Dumbledore asks
me to stay longer, what sort of person would I be to say no?"
This isn't Professor Lupin's first venture into teaching, by any means. He has taught at various
smaller institutions of magic through out the Isles. However, it was his last job as a Transfiguration
professor at Ireland's prestigious Tara's Academy for Witches that led Professor Lupin into a
three year hiatus from teaching, in which he researched Dark Arts and how to fight them. He had
the most unfortunate run in with an over-excelling witch at the all-girls institute, feeling angry by his
repeated rejection to her advances, placed a love spell on him.
"The moment the Headmaster suspected something," Professor Lupin explained. "He made sure to
call me to his office and had me examined only to find remnants of the spell in my system. It had
been a charm of sorts that they used. The only student they knew capable of such a spell and the
girl that requested the spell to be done, had their wands broken and were expelled. Luckily, it was
before anything major happened."
Luck indeed! Even with the gray hair that darns his lovely dark blond hair only adds to the appeal
of this year's DADA professor. Not to mention his stunning gray-hazel eyes and a disarmingly, shy
smile that almost made him Witch Weekly's most charming smile winner for this week. An award
he humbly refused to accept, when it was offered to him, only added to his mysterious charm. It's
no wonder the most of his female students of Tara's Academy absolutely loved Transfiguration.
This, apparently, is also a trait that carried over into his post as Hogwarts' DADA professor. "You
can tell he loves teaching," one female seventh year student commented, with a dreamy sigh. "It only
makes me more eager to graduate so it wouldn't be wrong to daydream about him."
But, girls aren't the only ones at Hogwarts to appreciate Professor Lupin's passion for his job.
Neville Longbottom, a third year, commented to Witch Weekly about one of the first lessons with his
new professor. "He was teaching us to use the 'riddikulus' spell on a boggart. The entire class got to
see me put Professor Snape into my grand mum's clothes! It was great!"
"His classes are bloody brilliant!" Ronald Weasley, also a third year, commented. "Loads better than
Lockhart and Quirrel combined."
"He has knowledge of Defenses but he is also very knowledgeable in the use of the Defensive
measures," commented Hermione Granger, top of all her third year classes at Hogwarts. "One can tell
he absolutely loves teaching and helping young people prepare themselves against what the Dark Arts
have to offer."
Witch Weekly tried to get a comment from the infamous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, but we had
the unfortunate occurance of him getting lost in the droves of students in the corridors, when approached
for a comment.
And only to make things better, Professor Lupin is also the author of several books, which he has had
published under various other names. He did so to keep his students from becoming distracted by "having
a celebrity for a professor".
Also, being a graduate of Hogwarts, Professor Lupin finds a certain nostalgia to returning to the place
he spent most of his youth. When asked about his Hogwarts days, Professor Lupin just smiled and
said, "I somehow managed to make prefect while I was young and as adventurous as my friends."
Tonks had to stifle a snicker as she finished reading the article. She had a rather hard time ever picturing Remus as being adventurous, even when he was younger. No, that's a lie, she thought. She had seen adventure and youth in his eyes while he'd been dragging her through the bar the night before.
She timidly chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at the various pictures of Remus that were all around the article. She was amused to find that, in almost all the pictures, Remus would look toward the edge of the photograph with an almost nervous look and start scooting toward it's edge when she moved her eyes to another picture. Part of her thought he looked very cute trying to candidly slip out of view.
Tonks shook her head to clear it. "I know I didn't just think of Remus with the word 'cute' attached to the sentence." She blinked several times, shut the magazine and slowly set it beside her on the seat. Feeling thoroughly disturbed by her own thinking, she quickly got up and ran up the stairs, tripping several times in the process as she tried to hide herself in her room.
Okay, she thought frantically. Maybe it was just the article. It made him sound handsome and desirable. That's why she so suddenly thought he could be slightly attractive. Yeah right, a voice said in the back of her mind. And I'm the Queen of all Faeries.
Tonks racked her brain hard. When had she started taking notice of how Remus looked? She remembered seeing him snogging the girl at the club and shook her head. "No," she muttered, beginning to pace nervously. In his room, when she had been getting him to go to the club? Even now she would admit she had rather liked what she had seen of him without the form-hiding tweed coat on. Hell, she'd had to fight her hands off his arms once she had touched him.
Nope, her mind piped. Before then.
She frowned deeply. She needed a few drinks. Her mind was simply confused because she had woken up in his bed that morning. It was suddenly wanting her to see herself doing things, and thinking things, in situations that she knew she hadn't been thinking, or feeling, at the moment she had originally done it.
This only further made her want to prove that it had truly only been the alcohol that had influenced their night of wild, reckless abandonment of themselves. Six times, the small voice chimed. "Two times," Tonks hissed to herself.
She needed to stop before her mind got carried away and started planning their wedding. It took more than reading a stupid magazine article and a night of drunken sex to get Nymphadora Tonks fixated with a man. Even though he does have a very charming smile and lovely eyes.
Tonks looked at her reflection in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at herself. She pointed a finger in her reflection's face. "Don't you dare." That settled it. She was going to prove once and for all that she didn't have a thing for Remus J. Lupin.
Regardless of what he insinuated.
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"Come on. Off with it Remus," Tonks ordered. "I hadda take mine off you hafta take yours off." Within seconds Remus' shirt hit her in the face. "Okay, my turn." She fished the galleon out of the little glass and Remus did the honours of refilling said glass with firewhiskey. "I'm actually usually very good at this."
"Are you now," Remus snickered. "How does that explain you being in just your socks and knickers, and me just now losing my shirt?"
"Beginner's luck!" Tonks exclaimed. "Now don't be distracting me like all the other times. Keep your toes to yourself too Mister Lupin. None of that footsy stuff like the last three times."
They were on their second bottle of firewhiskey and in about the fourth go round of their game. Only thing was, this round, Tonks had upped the stake a little by making it a stripping version. After making sure the lock to the study was magically locked, they had engaged in their little strip drinking game.
"You said 'luck', that means you have to drink anyways," Remus snickered.
"HA! You said 'luck' too so you have to have a drink!" Tonks laughed, pointing at him.
"You just said it again," Remus smirked. "Make that two drinks, Nymphadora."
Tonks shook her fist at Remus and took her two drinks and waited for him to take his. After the glass was set back down, she refilled it and took the galleon between her fingers. She studied it for a moment before trying to get her aim right. After studying her options for a moment she bounced the galleon off the table.
It bounced on the table twice before going into the little glass. Tonks clapped with glee. "Now, let's see," she tapped her chin in a contemplative manner. "I get to make a rule." She thought a long moment. "How about... the word Nymphadora cannot be used?"
"Then what could I call you since I made the rule that your last name couldn't be used?" Remus asked.
Tonks snorted slightly. "Iunno. Think of something. Call me Sexy Pants if you wish, but no more Nymphadora!"
So far the list of words they were not allowed to use were restricted to not saying: Tonks, luck, dammit, fair, and interesting. And now, "Nymphadora" had been added to the list. In addition, anytime Remus winked at Tonks, she had to give him a smile and say "You're such a smart, sexy, wolf of a man" and gods forbid she didn't see him wink at her. If she missed out, she had to take four of the glasses full and drink them before her next attempt at ringing the glass with the galleon.
Tonks slid the glass over in front of Remus. "Drink up Remus," she said with a wide grin.
"Anything for Lacy Knickers," he snickered, giving her a wink.
"You're such a smart, sexy, wolf of a man," Tonks said, adding a bit of allure to her voice.
Remus choked on the drink slightly but put the glass back down. "Happy to know you feel that way Miss Knickers." He poured more fire whiskey into the glass and set it on the mark the glass went on.
Tonks leaned back in her chair and lightly ran her fingertip over her bottom lip. She twirled the ends of her long blue hair around a finger on her other hand and watched Remus. His eyes were locked on the finger that was slowly going back and forth on her lip.
"That's distracting," he muttered and looked down at the glass. "You should stop."
Tonks grinned. "And what if I don't?" she challenged.
"I'll wink at you again," Remus warned. He pursed his lips and held the galleon in his fingers. He easily bounced the galleon off the table and it landed promptly in the glass. Sliding the glass over to her, he grinned. "No sexual advances toward werewolves. If you get caught doing so, you will have to give me a kiss in addition to taking two drinks."
He gave her a playful wink as she drank the fire whiskey and placed it back on the mark. "You are such a smart, sexy, wolf of a man," Tonks said, nodding her head about dramatically.
"I do believe that counts as a -" Remus gave a mock gasp. "-a sexual advance."
"Now that's not fair!" Tonks gawked. "I'm supposed to do that when you wink at me."
Remus tsked. "You just used a banned word. And the emphasis on it being me is not a requirement. So, be demanding payment for your use of a sexual advance is perfectly within the legal limits of the game."
"No, no... I meant it as in like, you know, f-a-r-e as in paying a cabbie or something."
"Okay, I'll let you out of that one. But, either you come over here and kiss me or I'll come over there, Lacy Knickers," Remus smirked. "I wish I could say you wouldn't like what I would do to you if I did come over there but-" his voice dropped to almost a low, cunning growl. "-I know you would in fact love it."
Tonks pursed her lips and took the two drinks she was required to take for breaking the "no sexual advances toward werewolves" rule. She huffed in a haughty manner and stood up, stumbling slightly as she walked around the table to him. "You are impossible," she sneered, poking him in the chest.
He yanked her to straddling his lap. "And you have to kiss me," Remus smirked. His hands slowly slid over her thighs and hips, making Tonks shiver slightly.
She adjusted herself on his lap and threw her arms around his neck, before planting a firm kiss on his mouth. Almost instantly something clicked in the deep recesses of her mind. Part of her didn't want to stop kissing him, the other part was going crazy with wanting more. One of his arms pulled her hips flush against him, his hand gently cupping her buttocks and fingers gently playing with the edges of her lacy underwear. His other hand ever so slowly found it's way under her lacy bra and gently kneaded her breast as they kissed for a long time. His thumb occasionally stroked over the tip, driving that part of her that wanted more even crazier.
His mouth broke away from hers, but hungrily slid down her chin and attached to a sensitive spot just beneath her ear. But the thing that was really driving her nerves to extreme was that both of his hands, or rather the fingers on his hands, were now ever-so-lightly scratching up and down her back.
Every part of her mind couldn't help but wonder how she could have let herself forget something like this the night before. Had something like this been the real reason she had ended up in his bedroom? There wasn't a part of her that could imagine how she would have ever been able to let someone that was as good of kisser as Remus to get away without a good, thorough, romp. Especially when they would have the excuse of being inebriated to give them a guilt free morning-after.
She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him back so she could look at him in his eyes. "Hey Remus, what would I have to do if I just ripped all your clothes off? Would that count as a sexual advance?"
Remus only gave a soft, growl-like hum before holding her against him and carrying her over to a close by sofa. "I'd have you do what any man would do if he had a pretty little woman in his lap wearing nothing but her knickers... And that would definitely count as a sexual advance."
"So what do I get for punishment?" Tonks asked gently.
"You'll find out in about ten seconds." Remus grinned, sitting up to take off his belt and tossing it aside.
"I'm holding you to that promise or I'll take over. Ten..." she smirked slightly as she watched him quickly unfasten his pants. "Nine..." He quickly wriggled free of the pants and his boxers. "Eight..." Her eyes slowly looked him over. "Se-se-sev-seven..." His nimble hands practically yanked her knickers down her legs. "Six..." His hands went to the front of her bra, where it was fastened. "five, four... three.two.one."
She dove at him, taking him by surprise as she pinned him down onto the sofa and sank herself down on him. The initial feeling of him inside of her made her gasp. He pulled her down to him for another kiss and, before she could make any sort of objection, her back was the one to the sofa and he was looming over her.
Ordinarily she would have venomously objected to taking a submissive role in something of that nature. But, for some reason, she didn't feel submissive. In fact, if it was possible, she felt as if she had more control. The soft moans that escaped from Remus' lips as he moved against her only served to empower her. She slowly raked her nails down his chest as was delighted at the shudder that went through him.
He leaned down and kissed along the sides of her neck. She lightly closed her eyes and groaned as his movements became progressively faster. Running her fingers through his hair and gripping the locks between her fingers tightly, she softly whispered words of encouraging demands in his ear. Demands which he delivered shortly after the words had left her lips.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as his hot-breathed panting echoed within her ear. A soft scream slipped through her lips before she could manage to repress it. Before she had the chance to do much else, her mind had slipped across the universe and into a blissful euphoria of Remus' creation.
Okay, (sighs and taps wand to wordpad) I solemnly swear never to writer another "love scene".
