Summary: Embellished scene for lesson three. Warning: Rated R for sexual content. No new character development here, but I hope you find the presentation of these intimate acts do not detract from the emotional growth you've seen in the characters

Body Language: Lesson 3

"...imagine, if you will, my completely," here Tonks kisses my chin and nibbles on my jaw lightly, "nude body."

She's kissing the side of my mouth and I feel her tongue teasing the corner of my lips. "Lying on that bed."

She mirrors the maneuver "Just waiting for your touch."

I don't need her fueling my imagination further. The heat is rising in my body as a clear image of stroking the expanse of her creamy skin invades my thoughts.

I capture her mouth out of sheer yearning, but a quiet, familiar fear starts niggling the back of my mind: She can't really want my ravaged body. I sustain the kiss knowing full well I can distract her while I get my thoughts under control.

But my lady has a purpose and she tears away from the kiss and begins undoing my buttons. I hear her say, "I've been dying to see what's under this Roman cassock."

"Wait." My heart is racing at the thought of disrobing like this, but I don't want to give in to my apprehension. She convinced me that she's not repulsed by my scars, but hiding them is such an old habit. What can I do?

Then I realize that the light in the room is feeding my fears. I wave my hand and I'm tempted to leave us in darkness, but no. I want to see her skin under my touch, I want to read her expressions. I wave my hand and the light dims.

She has a small pout on her face as she notices the darkening room, but instead of commenting on it, she says, "Remus, you're falling behind."

I feel her hand sweep across my bare torso now that she has the buttons undone. A hiss escapes me as she teases my nipples and trails her fingers along the line of hair that extends down my abdomen. It's an effective reminder that my scars don't discourage her attention.

I'm regaining my confidence, so I can relax and give a quick tug to her shirt. The garment pulls through her body cleanly. "You were saying?"

I hold it up and have my fill of scanning the creamy shoulder that has been enticing me all night.

"Venificus primo show off," she mutters before she renews her attack on the rest of my buttons.

I quickly unsnap the bra that is covering the lovely breasts of my lady and she shrugs out of the contraption quickly. She rubs her breasts against me while little squeals of pleasure escape her throat. I have to chuckle at her antics. What am I? A scratching post?

I decide to take charge and dip my head to suckle on her breasts. My tongue rakes across her skin and traces the aureoles before teasing her nipples. Oh, yes, I have learned well what my Nymphadora wants.

That sense of worry about my body comes back when I feel her shoving the cassock off of my shoulders, but the hitch in her breathing followed by her soft moans encourage me to focus on her body and not my own. This time I'm shrugging my shoulders to help her ease the garment away from me.

The cassock is a puddle at my feet and I'm left only in my boxers now. She touches my jaw lightly and brings me up for a deep kiss as she moves my hands to the waistband of her jeans. I know it's a signal that I've fallen behind again, but I've always been facile at catching up on my assignments.

I pull her jeans and nickers through and off her body just like I did her t-shirt. At the moment I'm blessing my ancestors for my abilities with wandless magic as my hands stroke the contours of her hips. So soft, so smooth-and it's definitely me moaning as I press her close to me.

She pulls away for a moment and I watch her eyes shining with intent. She pushes me lightly against the bed and I realize I'm relieved to get off my feet. I lay back as I feel her hands at the waistband of my boxers. I try to steady my breathing, but then I gasp as I feel her kissing my belly as she presses her torso against my pelvis for a moment. Her long hair is like a curtain as she tugs off the boxers. She traces the scars along my thighs with her tongue, nibbling around the disfigured skin so that I can feel her.

Then she slowly slides her body upward on mine so that we're lying side by side on the bed. There is nothing between us as we hold each other in a nude embrace. Joy flares up within me at this unique experience and my hands roam across her back, caressing her hips, stroking the silky hair. She wraps a leg over my hip, but this provides another area that I can explore with my hands.

She's pressing her pelvis against my thigh and I feel my arousal pressed against her taut belly. Her breasts are warm against me and my body echoes the shiver that passes through hers. I smile as I hear her soft laughter so filled with joy.

The simplicity of the embrace makes it erotic. Skin against skin, a moment of joy and wonder at the warm body we feel. I'm moving, exerting pressure on her softness while she does the same with my hardness. So different are we, yet we do fit perfectly.

She shifts to kiss her way up my throat and then to my mouth. Her tongue teases me and she's pushing at me gently. I adjust my position so that I'm lying on my stomach and adjust my injured knee so that it's comfortable. I wait for her next move.

"Guh."

Yes, that's what I say as I feel her tongue suddenly lashing the base of my neck. I have fallen victim to her nefarious plan to reduce me to incoherent grunting-again.

I swear I can feel a smile on her lips as she straddles my back and begins a trail of kisses down my spine. I can feel her mouth, and then I register her erect nipples as they graze down my back and against my hips while she continues her path. I feel her press her cheek against the small of my back as she takes a moment to just breathe. I can focus on the way her legs are tangled with mine, how one foot is sliding up and down against the calf of my leg. I am absolutely feeling no pain.

She maneuvers off my back and I turn to kiss her again. Funny, but now the rest of our bodies are not touching, just our lips, our tongues. Warm, sharing, enticing. She breaks away and I see her smile. No words could convey her pleasure in being with me at this moment as strongly as the light I see in her eyes.

Nymphadora is my woman and I want my chance to explore her again. She turns her back to me and waits patiently for my assault. I can appreciate the fact that she's allowing me access to her without my having to assume a position that will compromise my damned injured knee. She's proving her point-or maybe she's just determined to be patient with me.

I press my face into her hair for a moment just to enjoy the soft feel of it. It's a barrier to the skin of her back, so I to drape her hair over her shoulder, but it shortens into her real hair with the short tresses as I move my hand.

Is she so eager for my exploration? Does this woman want my attention? Does she actually need for me to touch her? Oh, yes, the wonderful, low moan as I kiss the nape of her neck verifies my presumptions. She is so good for my ego! Just as she showed me, I caress the skin at the dip of her spine with my tongue. My hand snakes around to cup her breasts as I mark my path.

But I have another goal in mind, so I slide further and get to that dimple at the small of her back. I trace it lightly with my fingertips and simply lick the spot. I blow softly against the dimple now and smile as the shiver runs through her body.

I bring her against me as I nibble at the curve of her hips and my hand finds its target. There's a small hiss and her soft moan as I begin focusing my attention on giving her pleasure. I remember the pressure she likes, the way to change the rhythm of my movements against her. I feel powerful and not a little bit wicked as I tease her soft folds.

I move my other hand to cup her hip, but then it seems intent on wandering along the contours of her inner thigh. Then I note the way she's slightly tilting her pelvis as if-as if-

I hear her soft whimper as my fingers follow through on her silent request. I stop for a moment knowing that she, too, has been living a celibate life recently. I don't want to hurt her and I have to fight the urge to be more forceful. But then I feel her hand on mine, urging me to proceed.

Oh, I've heard so many descriptions, but nothing can replace firsthand-did I really say that?

There is nothing that can compare to discovering your woman, learning yet another of her secrets. The blissful release racks through her body as I expect, her back arching and I go still in wonder as I feel new sensations going through her. She seems to calm down, and I give in to the temptation to test this. A quick movement of my fingers and then suddenly she's moaning again as another blissful shudder racks through her body.

Damn, I'm good!

Wait. How egotistical does that sound?

But that's the magic of my Nymphadora. She doesn't hold anything back from me and her response only fuels my confidence in these intimate acts. I'm spooning her now and just holding her against me as she turns to kiss me. Soft, warm, and I know she can feel my hunger.

She pulls back from the kiss and I see her bite her lip while a light smile teases its way through. I feel her touch me and I think I can predict her plan. I move to my back and let my hands caress her soft hair as I feel myself tight within her grasp.

"G-"

I become incoherently incoherent. Then I realize I'm feeling the warmth of her mouth and her tongue and-and-

"No, you don't have to-" I begin to say and actually raise my shoulders up.

But she just pauses for a moment and meets my gaze. "Shh."

It's a gentle command and I lie back down in relief because I know I don't have the strength to pursue my good intentions. I focus on the pleasure she is determined I experience. I release the rest of my inhibitions as she follows through on her purpose. Soon I'm lost to the bliss she offers me.

When she hugs me everything feels warm and fuzzy. She leaves my side briefly and I'm concerned that she's done something for me that she'd rather not do. As she comes back to my embrace, though, I am able to open my eyes just enough to see a very satisfied smile on her face.

Still, I need to tell her. "Nymphadora, you don't have to do that if-"

"Remus, I wanted to feel you, to taste you," she says quietly. I can feel her finger tapping my shoulder as she considers what else to add, then I hear her soft voice again as she hugs me. "Everything is different with you. It's not a chore; it's my choice, especially since you never demanded from me."

"Well, you might have opened the flood gates on that one," I admit.

"But at least I know that I'm the only one who'll be giving you the satisfaction. You are mine, Remus Lupin." Her laugh has a tone of victory that makes me wonder who gained the most from our recent lesson.

"Yes, I am," I admit without hesitation. I know I couldn't abide this intimate contact with any other woman. I touch her face and I hope she can read what I still can't say aloud in my expression. I see her gaze soften and know that we communicate without words as she brings her lips to mine one more time. Cherish.

I put out the light with a wave of my hand and spoon the warm body lying next to me in sheer contentment. I whisper, "My Nymphadora."

End Lesson 3

Yes, Remus and Tonks are making progress. I thought it was important that Remus has more practical experience with Tonks' body before he gains sufficient confidence to consummate the relationship. Her goal is to be seduced by Remus. There will be at least one more Lesson before the Final test.

Thanks for reading. Although I would post these segments even without reviews, they do build my confidence that I'm not ruining the characters when I present these very basic human scenarios.