Chapter Ten- May
Well, dear diary, there's good news and bad news. I got a new job working at Florean Fortescue's, selling ice cream. It's not glamorous, but I get wages and all the double-chocolate sundaes I can eat. Florean's really nice and knows a lot about medieval history. The bad news ( sort of bad news ) is the pay isn't enough to afford rent. I was scrambling to find a cheaper apartment, and Remus found out. I guess he's got connections in the ice cream world. He insisted that I move into number 12. I resisted, but he can be very persuasive.
He came over to my flat to help me pack. I wished I'd remembered to pick my knickers off the floor. They were my sexy black lacy ones with a tiny bit of hot pink ribbon on the side. He saw them and found himself having to clear his throat, sounding hoarser than usual when he asked where we should start.
Catching him glancing at my underwear, I must say was really empowering, sexually. I flashed a devilish grin at him, and said seductively, "Maybe we should get started in the bedroom." What's the harm in flirting a little?
He smirked at me in his sweater vest, grabbed a box and said, "Very well, Nymphadora." I don't know if calling me by that awful name was his way of getting back at me or what, but I scowled playfully and told him that next time, there would be serious consequences.
So, of course he was going to use it to tease me again. I was practically asking him to. He is distinguished, but that doesn't stop him from taking pleasure in getting under my skin. He is Sirius mate, after all. So we spent the afternoon packing up my things and exchanging jests and jabs, when finally I had to take it up to the next level. Remus had asked, "Nymphadora, where do you keep your spellotape?", after consecutively asking, "Nymphadora, do you have any Mrs. Skower's All Purpose Magical Mess Remover, and "We're nearly out of boxes, Nymphadora."
Maybe it was really getting to me, or maybe it was his trousers being a trifle snugger than normal, or maybe Venus was retrograde in my third house. I don't know what made me do it, but I did. I slapped his ass, smartly.
He looked at me, his expression one of shock. I wilted slightly, saying I told him there would be consequences. Before I knew it he had me and was holding me bent backwards in a kind of dip. I never knew he could move so fast; he outstripped my Auror's stealth.
Face to face, his nose an inch from mine, his hand held my wrist with his thumb pressing into my palm, his other arm supporting my back and his legs were so that they prevented the movement of mine. My eyes must have been very wide. Leaning over me, without a hitch in his breath, he said, "You'd better be careful, 'Dora, when teasing a werewolf." I wanted him to kiss me, like he has kissed me on Christmas, but harder this time, and not quite as sweet. Ah, but I shall never know what might have happened, as my dear cousin choose that moment to apparate in to see how that packing was going.
Remus almost dropped me and actually blushed, a little bit. I said something about how we were nearly done, and Sirius, having surmised the situation just gave out a great bark-like laugh, his trademark, deep from the belly. It's always good to hear him laugh. I did too, when I saw the pink on Remus's cheeks. A touch embarrassed myself, well, more disappointed, I excused myself from the two marauders, saying I had to check on my room at Grimauld place, and I apparated away, presumably leaving Lupin to be roasted. Sorry, love.
I think we'll be happy, the three of us, living together.
N.Tonks
AN- Yay, I finally updated! I also went back and cleaned up some of the earlier chapters. Give me some reviews, please! Did you like this chapter? I must know.