Warning: Sexual Content. I avoid coarse language, but don't read it if you're after character development.

BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN: LESSON 2

"Now, as I was saying, the lesson plan tonight is a game."

"A game? What is this game and what are the rules?" I ask as I sit on the bed beside Nymphadora. I'd been hoping I could just review my previous lesson, but my woman apparently has other plans.

"It's called Copy Cat and the rules are quite simple. You simply mirror my every move, at least to start off."

I didn't think she'd have enough energy for this. Tonks' adventures as a curly headed blonde had given her another sleepless night, but it seemed the afternoon nap she had today helped. Tonks smiles brightly at me, so I know I should be suspicious. Still, I nod to confirm my understanding.

"Are you ready?"

"You're the teacher." What will I learn this time about Nymphadora? I look at her expectantly as she moves to the edge of the bed.

"First, a cursory inspection of our clothing. Hm, we'll take care of this later," she says as she flicks at the tie I still wear, "Uh-huh, button-down shirts, trousers."

Her raspberry hair usurps her authority in spite of the fact she's still wearing the Auror uniform. The Oxford shirt is about a size too big on her, although the trousers drape her hips and legs nicely. Then she shakes her head as she looks at my feet. She wiggles her bare toes at me and I get the message before she speaks. "Off with the boats, Professor. And the socks, too."

"No problem," I say as I kick the shoes off, quickly tug at my socks and tuck them neatly into my shoes that I push just under the bed. I can see her rolling her eyes at my neatness, but a smile is teasing her lips. When do I get to kiss her?

As if reading my mind, she leans in to kiss me softly in reward. I cup her face with my hands and extend the kiss. Without thinking I'm leaning us to lie on the bed, but then she pulls away with determination.

"Remus, no, not yet. We have a game to play." She sits up primly.

I caress her face again. "But I was enjoying the review."

She presses her cheek against my hand and I can feel her tongue flicking across the edge of my index finger. The movement is quick, but electrifying.

She shakes her head again, however, and insists, "No, we're doing the game first. Now, watch me carefully and follow my lead."

"I'll behave," I assure her, but I'm already planning on taking advantage of any opportunity to cheat.

She's suspicious of me, of course, but the game is simple. First she unbuttons the cuffs of her shirt and then nods as a signal that I do the same.

I begin to see the value in the lesson. Last time it was touch, this time it's visual. My anticipation rises for just a glimpse of the skin on her wrist to be laid bare. I notice her attention on my hands as I mirror her movements and feel that nip of pride. I know what I can do for her if she'd just let me touch her.

Her hands fly to her throat and she releases the buttons at her collar. I hesitate for a moment as I realize I have to undo my tie. I just loosen it and unbutton my collar under it. "We're at an impasse, Tonks. You don't have a tie to remove."

She grins at me and reaches under her shirt and behind her back. I hear the snap as her bra is unclasped. She taunts, "Take off the tie and I'll get rid of the bra."

I fall into her trap thinking that she has to quickly unbutton the rest of her shirt to remove her bra. I'm too busy anticipating her next maneuver to even flinch as I let the tie drop to the floor.

Then I hear her throaty chuckle as she pulls her arms out of her sleeves so that her shirt hangs like a tent. She easily pulls the bra away without revealing any skin. To add to the insult, she flings the garment striped with lime green and hot pink onto my head with a quick flick of her wrist.

By the time I pull her bra off my head, her arms are through her sleeves again. She's shrugging her shoulders saying, "You can't imagine how good it feels to get that off."

"I'd gladly help," I say as I reach out to trace the outline of her breasts against the shirt. She closes her eyes and pushes herself against my hands, so I take this as a sign that we can suspend our game for a time. I kiss her lips and try to move to her throat, but again she maneuvers away from me.

"Oh, you're good at distraction, Remus, but time to get back to the game." I trace the line of buttons in the front of her shirt, knowing that with a wish I could release them all. But there is a purpose to this exercise and I'm willing to discover it.

"Again, follow me," she whispers and within moments the rest of the buttons are released.

Our shirts are now hanging open, so I think the game is over and I'll be allowed to touch her, but she stops my hand before I can reach her, shaking her head at me. "Remember, you have to copy every move."

She begins to shrug her shirt off and I finally realize what she expects from me. I have to reveal my body to her as well if I copy her movements. And in the full light of her room.

"Wait." I only get the one word out, but her motion is suspended and she watches me closely. I swallow the lump in my throat before I can talk.

"How far do you intend to take this?" I ask as I feel my heart racing.

"How far do you want to take this, Remus?" Her voice is sweet and inviting. She pushes the shirt off just enough to reveal one creamy shoulder. I swear that I'm salivating at the image.

"Fair is fair, Remus." She tortures me as I watch her fingers caress her shoulder lightly for a moment.

But I don't have that smooth skin that gleams in the light. The scars on my body run without symmetry as angry, red welts or deep shadows. To expose my body like this is difficult and I feel like I can't breathe.

Then I hear her voice with its gentle, understanding tone. "I've seen your scars before, Remus. I've felt them on your body with my hands. You have nothing to hide from me."

I exhale and close my eyes. What had I been thinking? That I could keep myself strategically covered from her eyes? I feel her touch my chin and meet her gaze. Her voice is hesitant as her admission tumbles out, but she explains why this is important to her.

"Remus, I had enough encounters where it was hike-up-skirt-unzip-trousers. Back then all I wanted was a quick release with the man."

"Nymphadora." All I can say is her name. Her past is the past; I only care about who she is now.

She traces a finger over my lips and leans quickly to kiss the scars on the left side of my face. I close my eyes again and try to relax as I listen to her finish. "But I've grown up, Remus, and now I want it all, heart, body, and soul. That's what I'm offering to you and that's what I want from you."

Heart, body and soul. I realize the core issue here isn't about sex or whether I live another day as a virgin. There have been many opportunities where she could have seduced me, but instead Nymphadora has waited patiently. The issue is about facing my fears so that our relationship can grow. It's about trusting her not to reject me, no matter what she learns lies underneath my shell.

I find my courage and open my eyes. My whisper is hoarse. "Show me."

She scoots closer to me and places my hands on her shirtfront. I can feel the swell of her breasts as my thumbs touch her skin. Then my woman puts her hands on the lapel of my shirt.

"Now."

The command is soft, but her eyes catch mine and I see her resolve. We push the clothing off each other's shoulders, release our arms from the sleeves and cast off the shirts.

My head is bent as I focus on the smooth contours of her breasts. Her skin appears luxurious in the light. My eyes quickly dart to my torso and I wince at the comparison.

But she offers her immediate comfort as she presses her forehead against mine for a moment. "See, it's not so bad."

"Like Beauty and the Beast," I say as I think of the monster that lurks inside of me, the wolf responsible for many of these scars.

"Beauty was quite happy with the Beast," she whispers.

She's reaching out to touch me and her gaze scans my body. I'm relieved that she doesn't ask for the story of each scar. I pull her to me and kiss her, pushing her onto the mattress without thinking. I just hold her for a moment, but I feel her hands rubbing circles on my back. Then she's kissing me and I feel her mouth moving across my throat and onto my chest.

My woman pauses for a moment and I catch her leaning over me, just staring at my body. I see no disgust, I only see a woman who wants me as a man. She reaches out to trace a scar and says, "There's beauty in imperfections, Remus."

She knows just what to say to make me feel like--like I'm desirable. In that moment, the monster within me ceases to exist. Oh, what magic my Nymphadora has!

She suddenly shifts over me to bring her breasts to my mouth and I take them in hungrily. I explore the perfect skin, followed by rougher textures at her aureoles and the erect nub of her nipples. Tasting her becomes my one thought.

I turn her so that now I'm leaning over her while I still suckle at her breasts. I feel her thigh pressing against my arousal. I get lost in the way she's caressing my neck and the feel of her fingers though my hair. I'm a bit surprised when I hear her husky whisper.

"We aren't quite finished with our game, Remus."

I put my weight on my elbows and look at her. She presses her hand against me indicating that I should lift up. Her hands go to the clasp of her trousers and I understand. We pull down the garments and I'm drawn to her well-toned limbs. We're down to nickers and boxers, but she seems satisfied with the progress thus far and doesn't push it any further than that.

We lie facing each other and I let my hands glide along the slopes of her limbs. She lets me bring her leg up over my waist so that I can caress her hip and thigh.

I find her completely enticing and I hear my voice murmuring, "Soft curves, firm muscles, the divine Nymphadora."

"You're making me sound like some goddess. I'm not perfect, Remus." She scrunches her face and her hair turns to her natural midnight black.

"You're perfectly Tonks," I say before I kiss her again. My hands are happy to explore her body now and I smile against her throat as she moans her approval.

But she seems to have another agenda on her mind, so she soon moves my hand to her waist, but has a gleam in her eye. She's reaching to caress my thigh while her foot runs down the length of my leg. Her fingernails scrape across the skin just enough so I can feel her touch through the scars that litter my limbs.

"Mmm, I like your long legs, did you know?" she asks me. Her eyes are twinkling as she adds, "You can't imagine the restraint I've exercised when I sit across from you at dinner."

I laugh at her comment. "Lanky, hairy limbs are your cup of tea?"

"On you, yes."

"Then you should see me during full moon."

"I have, remember?" She flashes her eyebrows and of course I remember the adventure at Holyhead. She got a good eye full then.

We're both laughing at the memory and it chases away the specter of my lycanthropy. This is why Nymphadora Tonks can be the only woman that I'll ever claim. She has neither fear nor pity for my curse. She wants me for the man I am and is willing to accept even the wolf.

I kiss her with passion and she meets me in kind. We lose ourselves in our caresses. I find myself on top of her. I worry about being so much larger than Nymphadora's natural form, but she smiles at me. She shifts a bit and suddenly I'm nestled against her pelvis.

"See? Perfect fit," she murmurs as she wraps her legs around me and urges my movements.

The rhythm comes naturally and I barely register where this is going as I lose myself in our movements. I can stop this, I tell myself. I just don't want to for a while. It's a juvenile act, what we're doing, but the pressure feels so good.

And I'm not the only one moving, I feel her underneath me, matching the rhythm. I'm almost bursting with need, but I rein in my passion and focus instead on my woman. I open my eyes and watch her expression beneath me. The low moans come faster and suddenly she's catching her breath I feel myself lifted up as Nymphadora arches her back in her release. I adjust my weight so she doesn't buck me off, but then suddenly she is still, although she clutches me to her.

I shift a bit to kiss her and ask, "Are you all right?"

Her soft laugh confirms it, but she manages to say, "Absolutely."

I'm smiling at my conquest and at what I've learned about my woman. I'm about to move off, thinking that she's too tired to continue and resigned to the shower before being able to sleep by her tonight, but her legs capture me.

"Again, Remus. I can feel how much you need this."

She kisses my chest and I can't stop my groan of pleasure. And my legs seem to move of their own accord as she accommodates me again. Her hands are wandering down my back and she slips them under the boxers. The movement of her hands on my hips is a novel sensation. I think it takes no time at all to find my own release and I have to force myself to think before I collapse on top of her.

I roll over beside her and open my eyes to find her smiling at me. I laugh as her gaze trails down my body and say, "I'm onto your tactics. I get to deal with the mess again."

She leans over and kisses my nose. "Quit griping. I know a wave of your hand will clean up the, ahem, mess. Put the wandless magic to use."

And so she snuggles against me without any guilt and I have just enough focus to take care of said mess before I'm also lost to that warm, fuzzy feeling that I can only find with my woman.

And in my heart I know that I belong to her completely.

End Lesson 2

Author Notes: Thank you for leaving your comments on how this is working. Again, I'm keeping this separate from the major story lines so that young readers can avoid the sexual content. Don't feel compelled to leave a review.

I'm just filling in a gap and not doing character development, although I hope I do give you enough of the characters that you feel the emotion of the situation. That's ultimately more important than the lust.

I'll update with the next lesson.