I don't own any of these characters – they belong to J.K. Rowling. What a drag.
Oh… and let's remember that this has MAJOR SPOILERS for THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE… just in case you had a bout amnesia or something… Unlikely… but… meh.
A/N: This story deals a lot with flashbacks and whatnot – hence the setting, date, time stuff… I'm not quite sure how much detail (like actual dates as in May 22 or just significant happenings… like… the day Harry gets whisked away from the Dursleys for the 143rd time) I want to go into on each SDT (setting, date, time) heading or if I'm going to stay consistent with the format of each one whenever something changes. Just know that you'll be amply warned of a SDT change with some symbols surrounding the SDT. Mkay?
A/N #2: Okay… so all of you who're continuing on in this story know that this chapter is about to get hot and steamy. There's just no way that it can't, right? Yeah. Well… unless yours truly suffers from a rare predicament in the fan-fiction community: smut virginity. Yeah. Okay… the truth is out. I've never actually written a love/sex/lemon/smut/call-it-what-you-will scene in my life. So you're all gonna have to bear (or bare… lol, JUST KIDDING!) with me and try and tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. When you're done with this chapter – go review and comment on the um… that part of the chapter (well… the other parts of the chapter too… but… yeah – you get my drift.) so I can fix stuff or make stuff better, tone it down, steam it up – you name it. Right then. Enjoy the story and review. Cheers! (Or you know… you can tell me that it was totally out of line for me to put some sex in here. Whatever.)
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Ω Diagon Alley, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Summer, 2 years prior. Mid-afternoon. Ω
"I'll have a vanilla, please."
"Only vanilla? Don't you want to try something more daring? There's that every-flavor-something-or-other-jelly-bean-swirl-ice-cream, butter-beer ice cream, pumpkin juice ice cream—"
"Tonks, it's just ice cream."
Tonks arched her eyebrows and looked at Remus cheekily over her double-decked treacle tart ice cream. "That's right – just ice cream, which means you can splurge a little more than that…"
Remus smiled back at her brightly, "There's no need – I happen to hold Florean's vanilla in very high regards," he turned to the shop owner with his money and swapped it in for a waffle cone with a friendly, "Thank you." In the back of his head, he felt he was splurging enough just getting the ice cream, let alone getting something rather gaudy, tooth-decaying, and expensive; but he didn't let it bother him, as today was just meant to be fun… not something to either break the bank or penny-pinch about… and plus – vanilla was delicious…
She took a lick off of her cone and turned towards the door, looking over her shoulder as she retorted with, "I'll stick to my treacle tart, thanks-very-much," and she stuck her tongue out playfully.
Shaking his head, Remus followed her, rolling his eyes before he let the door close with a sharp click as he stepped outside. He could hear the muffled jingle of the bell attached to the shop door as he walked down the path towards Tonks. Being a warm, summery day, Diagon Alley was filled to the brim of assorted smells, sundry wonders, and bustling shoppers. Despite the commotion of the simple act of walking down the street, Remus was able to find his friend easily in the rest of the crowd. It wasn't just the spiky, bubble-gum pink hair; there was something about her… like an aura that emanated from her slight frame as she walked jauntily down the street. Shaking the thought away, he smiled to himself through his ice cream and caught up to her, nudging her on the back with his elbow.
"Took you long enough, Remus…" she jibed lightheartedly at him and returned his nudge by bumping her elbow into his side.
"Oh! Right… navigating through these hoards of people is easy as pie, is it?" he replied facetiously as he took a lick off of the cone.
"Well it's not as if you really had any trouble finding me…"
"How did you know?"
She shook her head and let her hair fluff out a little, "That's why, silly!"
He only smiled at her as they kept walking and steering their way through the people. Minutes passed where neither said anything, but were joined at the hip, twisting and turning through the crowds as the sun beat down on them. "Hey… um… incidentally, where're we going?" he asked.
Tonks shrugged nonchalantly, "I dunno. Wherever you want to go, I suppose. Got any place in mind?"
"No, not really," he started, before realizing how hot it was getting in the sun, a slight sheen of perspiration forming on the back of his neck. "Maybe getting out of the sun might be a good idea… Your ice cream's going to be running down your hand soon if we stay out here." He gestured towards her slightly drippy-looking cone.
"Not to mention your ice cream too…"
"Yeah. Mine too."
"Hm… well… still… do you have any place in particular that you want to go? You probably know this place better than I do."
"You're kidding right? Me knowing this place better than you? Isn't it your job to know where these shops and things are?"
She rolled her eyes and looked over at him, "No, my job is to catch people for the Ministry. I don't necessarily have to know all the cities like the back of my hand. That's what maps're for. And I figured with you being a teacher and all last year that you might be able to navigate through this town a little better than I."
"You're forgetting that going out is one of those rare occasions for me that only happens once in… a while, I suppose. Last year, I probably came here less than you did… I only had to look for a couple of books and I was good for the whole year. So there."
Tonks looked over at him with a mock-annoyed expression. "Right then. Whatever. Oh! You've got a—hold on…" She reached over to the side of his ice cream, which happened to have a rather large run of ice cream oozing down the rippling squares of the cone. Extending a finger, she made to wipe the ice cream off, but accidentally brushed up against his hand in the process. Tonk quickly swept her finger upwards to catch the drop and brought it back to her lips, licking the excess off in an innocent gesture. "Sorry about that…"
"About what?" Remus inquired. The entire time, he had been watching her with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and a hint of something else he couldn't quite put his finger on – no pun intended, he thought to himself distantly. Absentmindedly, he switched hands holding the cone and licked his finger, as if getting something she had missed… or something she'd left behind.
"Oh… I um… I'd brushed up on your hand – didn't mean to…" she replied uncomfortably.
Remus took his finger from his lips awkwardly, smiling and waving it around nonchalantly as if it were completely fine, saying, "Oh – no harm done."
For a moment, both of them locked eyes and oddly enough, both broke the gaze at the same time with an awkward laugh. They continued walking a few feet before Tonks broke their mutual silence.
"Listen… do you want to um… come back to my place and finish?"
"Finish what?" he replied somewhat dumbly.
Tonks smiled nervously, "Our ice cream of course. You silly."
"Right! Yes – ice cream. You completely read my mimd… Wow – you must be great at legilimens…" Remus felt as if he'd replied a little too quickly.
"I suck at it, actually," she admitted a tad sheepishly, "Not my forte, if you know what I mean."
"Ah… I'm sure you're really not that horrid at it… You read my mind after all!" He laughed a little.
"Guess so," and she joined him in the laughter.
"So – how far away do you live?"
"Oh – um… up in a flat right there," Tonks pointed to a building no more than thirty feet away.
"I thought you said you didn't know the place!"
"I don't! I saw the building coming up a block ago and decided it best to go in while I still know where it is…"
Remus looked at her and had an expression on his face that screamed "What the hell? You're insane… but I still like you" and Tonks returned it with a look of "Well, sooooorry if I'm completely inept and pathetic sometimes." It took less than a second for the both of them to burst out into a fit of giggles.
And it didn't take long for Tonks to motion to Remus to stop in front of her building. It was a rather odd looking building with rust colored bricks badly mortared in certain places, leaving the little rectangles sticking halfway out. There were a few different balconies, all wrought from black iron, yet all were wrought differently from one another; some had swirls, while others looked rather ominous with arrow-headed pickets.
"What can I say?" she told him as he looked up at the rickety old building, "It's not glamorous, but it's home for now…"
Remus shrugged a little, "It's better than what I've got…" he commented quietly.
"I'm quite certain it's not," she reassured him cheerily as she opened the door for him to step inside the modest foyer.
He didn't answer her.
Up the three flights of stairs, they trekked in silence, licking at their droopy ice creams every now and again.
When they got to Tonks's flat, she tapped her wand gently on the doorknob and muttered a charm. The door swung open to reveal a very modestly decorated living area into which she swept into like royalty. Walking over to a rusty corduroy couch that matched the bricks on the outside of the complex, Tonks plopped down comfortably and kept licking at her ice cream, which by now had diminished to half the size of the cone. Remus followed her and sat at the other side of the couch, stretching his legs out. He had barely bitten into the rim of his cone.
"Remus! You've hardly gotten into your ice cream!" she exclaimed rather loudly.
He smiled at her and replied simply, "I like to savor things."
She only giggled girlishly as she stuffed the rest of her cone into her mouth. Not realizing just how big the last half of the cone turned out to be, Tonks nibbled away at it sheepishly inside her mouth. She wasn't quite able to look at him and keep a straight face, since she knew she had to have looked like a chipmunk. Instead, she chose to look at the funny looking flower vase (… or was it an urn?) her mother had given her a long time ago. Only when she had felt she had sufficiently chewed most of it, could she take her eyes off of the flower-vase-urn instead of concentration on keeping her ice cream in her mouth, rather than out in a sticky mess; this moment happened to be the same that she heard a loud crunch come from her right.
Remus had bitten into his cone.
Tonks looked over at him and crack a toothy smile.
Chewing slowly, Remus quirked an eyebrow at her, wondering what she was smiling about. "Hmm?" he inquired as he finished chewing and swallowed, his lips slightly parted in a half-smile.
For the second time, Tonks reached over to him, only this time she aimed for his face, rather than the cone. "You're dripping again…"
He wasn't, and he knew it; his face was completely devoid of any little vanilla specks, but to his chagrin, he could feel his cheeks starting to flush.
Slowly, Tonks drew a slender finger across the corner of his lips and for some inane reason, she kept going, across his partially opened lips.
Instinctively, reflexively, or subconsciously – Remus didn't know or care which – he let his tongue slowly graze the tip of her finger.
The two of them lingered like that for what seemed a day, but was less than a second before they split apart and went to their respective ends of the couch.
Tonks took a deep breath, her eyes back to focusing on the flower-vase-urn once again, chewing on her bottom lip without even comprehending that she was doing so.
Remus blinked a few times, unsure of where to look, as he held his very melty ice cream cone in his hand. He could hear Tonks on the other side of the couch, breathing quite loudly. He blinked again. What had he just done? He couldn't have… he played the last minute back out in his head and immediately he thought it too far-fetched to have actually happened. Or was it? Yes. No. Maybe. Wait… what! He seemed to be at a loss of what to do; functioning properly was becoming a little too overwhelming for him at the moment and it didn't help when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tonks leaning over the middle cushion of the couch to lick at his ice cream.
"You were right…" she said softly.
"About what?"
"About the vanilla…" She giggled softly and looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a bit of a sparkle.
"Oh. Right," he started, his head leaning slightly downwards so that he could see her, looking up at him playfully. "Um. You're on my lap," once again, he managed to sound more lame out loud than in his head as he pointed out the obvious.
"I know."
"Oh… just as long as you knew then. Didn't – didn't want you to um—"
She cut him off, "Your ice cream is melting still…"
"Right. Um. Right." The flush in his cheeks had reached its fullest potential as he lifted the cone to his mouth and licked at it clumsily. His tongue kept darting out and lapping up the sweet creamy liquid that was floating at the top of his cone.
Tonks watched him with a sort of adoring fascination and when he paused to give his icily cold throat a rest, she broke the silence. "Remus?"
"Mmm?"
"It um…" She changed the position of her hands on the sofa, giving her a better stance. "Appears as if…" She started to straighten out and lean in towards him. "You've… um…" She moistened her lips a little, letting her tongue slide across her lips; as she brought it back in, her teeth bit softly down at her lower lip, releasing it ever so slowly. "Got a tidge of vanilla…" She let her eyes flicker down to his lips. "Right…" She leaned in closer to him so that her nose was barely against his own. Their eyes were met; locked in an unbreakable gaze. Her voice had been thus far been reduced to a husky tone just above a whisper. He could feel her shallow and warm breath upon his own. "There." She leaned in the rest of the way, her lips caressing Remus's and gently kissing him; waiting, imploring, begging for him to open his mouth a little.
He let her in.
Every little quirky feeling that he had felt for her up to this point was released as he parted his lips. For every time he looked at her and saw a glimmering halo, he let her in; for every time that they accidentally brushed up against her, he let her in; for every time that they caught each other's eyes and ignited the tiniest flame; he let her in. Naturally, that little metaphorical flame that danced inside of him whenever he laid eyes on her was raging as he kissed her back.
In fact, he retuned the kiss with such a fiery passion that it took Tonks aback a little bit. Only a little bit though. She kissed him back with the same force, if not more, as she bit hungrily at his bottom lip. Remus pushed through, his tongue grazing against her honey-flavored lips, courtesy of the lip balm she had put on before they went to Florean's. That soft and silent key unlocked her jaw and her hold on his lip, inviting him into a world of fervent warmth and treacle tart. Their tongues mingled together, gently at first, getting acquainted with each other and their surroundings. Though it wasn't long before exploration was shoved out of the way by dominance. Both Remus and Tonks fought for it greedily and clumsily as if neither had ever been this starved for contact in their lives.
Before long, the remainder of Remus' ice cream was pooling into a mushy puddle on the floor and he was instead preoccupying himself with the clasp on Tonks' robes. With slightly shaking fingers, he undid her robe and tore it off of her, revealing a fire-engine red, button-down tee that clashed horrendously with her bubble-gum hair – just the way she like it. Inwardly, he could feel himself groan as he saw the buttons… and the other buttons… and the other other buttons… Remus could have sworn that the longer he stared at the shirt, it started to grow more buttons. He was shaking enough as it was and he wondered vaguely if she had worn that shirt on purpose. There was only one thing for him to do: start unbuttoning. Suddenly feeling a bit dry eyed, Remus blinked as he reached towards the shirt and undid the first button with unsteady hands.
Tonks could feel the unmistakable trembling of Remus and his overactive nerves beneath as he started to undress her. She smiled down at him brightly, by now straddling his lap, her arms thrown around his neck. She leaned into him so that her lips touched his ear and whispered, "Need help with the buttons?" Her fingers twirled around the few scraggly, yet fluffy locks of hair at the base of his neck.
"No," he breathed, as it was all he could manage. He was on the fourth button now and still felt as if he had to do several thousand more. He moved on to the next button and his hand swept across the top of her bra. The feel of the soft curve of her chest was enough to send him over the edge and he paused for a few seconds, frozen in place.
Tonks giggled softly, still at his ear, "Looks like you need a bit of help after all…" She tugged gently on his hair and brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt. As she approached the hem of her shirt, she felt herself accidentally brush up a tad close to his crotch. She thought nothing of it until she realized that she too was shaking as she started feeding the little plastic discs through their respective holes. A cold sweat had started to prickle on the back of her neck just as Remus' had moments before.
He bit back a gasp when he felt her hand painfully near him and soon felt the familiar compression of space between his boxers and his trousers. He had since resumed unbuttoning, and Tonks' deftly working hands caught up to his klutzy ones, barely touching.
Tonks shrugged the shirt off lazily as if she were glad to be rid of the obnoxiously bright piece of fabric.
Remus let his mouth drop open slightly as he looked at her brassiere, a simple design of red and blue adorned with a little logo with an angular S at the middle clasp. Distantly, Remus remembered talking about this S thing with her on some previous occasion… something her Muggle father had liked as a boy. What was it? A… great hero… and awes—no… a super hero – that was it. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he pulled her forward and licked softly at her neck. Underneath her, between them, he could feel her expertly unclasping his ragged robe. Beneath that was a worn forest green tee shirt that had a patch with a hole in it at one of his shoulders.
She dropped her hands to his sides and slowly ran her hands up them, lifting the shirt slowly as she went along. Tonks leaned in and kissed the little hole on the shoulder. She knew better than to joke or giggle about it; his money situation was something that he couldn't control. Coaxing Remus' arms up, she pulled the shirt over his head before tossing it off onto the floor. Her brow knit almost imperceptibly for a split second as she looked at his chest, but it was a look he recognized all too well.
He blanched slightly as he saw her look over the scars that were peppered and scored across him. He looked away from her and suddenly found his gaze caught by an odd little flower vase (…or was it an urn?) just behind Tonks.
Tonks could see the hurt in is eyes and splashed across his features. She bit onto her lip as she took her gaze from his face to his chest and her expression softened. It looked as if Jackson Pollack had switched from paint to claws and used Remus as his canvas. Slowly and unsteadily, she reached out to him, running her fingers gingerly across his skin. Tonks felt herself drawn to him and started to kiss and lick at the scars tenderly as if trying to make amends for past hurts. Suddenly, she heard Remus mutter something that only faintly sounded like, "I'm wretched." She looked up again at his face, shaking her head vehemently. Tonks noticed with a pang that his expression had grown blank and distant, making him look older. "No, Remus," she started softly, "You're gorgeous."
He shook his head a little.
"Don't be like that! You are gorgeous. You— you've got to be one of the most caring and generous people… ever. And it shines through. Every scar that's been smattered onto you only shows how brave and strong you are. They make you more appetizing, more beautiful, more real." She hoped it didn't sound as corny as it did in her had and opted to lean in and kiss him gently on the cheek. When she pulled away, Tonks realized with a twinge of pain in her heart that Remus' eyes had become glassy.
His breathing had become steady, but his heart was beating at an insane rate. Blinking back any tears that may have formed, Remus swallowed hard, dwelling on Tonks' words. He waited a moment, very aware of the gaze that was locked on him, thinking about what to do or say and decided there was only one option. Remus let a hand rest gently on the small of Tonks' back and let the other hold the nape of her neck as he lowered her down to the couch and planted an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
Tonks smiled faintly at him and let her hands drift to the button on his trousers. True to form, she had the button undone quickly and pushed down on Remus' pants and boxers slowly. She looked down at his arousal and her smile grew ever so slightly as she pulled off her own pants.
The two of them kicked their pants off with each other's help and the trousers landed in a heap on the floor. Pressed together, they kissed again, only this time, rather than being fervent and hurried, it was tender and nurturing for both of them. At the feeling of each other's contact, Remus and Tonks felt their breathing coming in shallow and rapid spurts.
She was fast becoming aware of his length as it was betwixt their trembling bodies, and as if reading her mind, Remus whispered into her ear with a kiss, "Do… do you want to…?" One of her hands snaked up into his hair, holding his head close to her own and she nodded keenly.
Remus shifted his weight onto an elbow and tried to adjust.
Tonks let her eyes slide shut and she used her free hand to help guide him in.
He hovered for a moment before he pressed in delicately, trying not to hurt her at all.
Oddly enough, neither realized they had been holding their breath until they gasped for air at the contact.
Remus pulsed in and out of her little by little, his eyes closed too, as he could feel Tonks' warm breaths become ragged on his cheek. Only when she gripped onto his hair a little tighter and gasped into his ear, "Faster… please… Remus…" did he quicken his pace. It didn't take long for both of them to leave reality and become enveloped in their pulsating bodies, their gasping breaths, their sweet kisses and licks… All else ceased to exist and they became agonizingly aware of each other and the gap between two and one grew smaller as they could feel the other's thoughts racing through into their own minds. It wasn't a surprise to either of them that they came at the same time, Tonk's mouth ajar in a silent scream and Remus moaning gratifyingly next to her.
After a moment, he let himself down and lay on her, both floating contentedly in the afterglow. Remus cocked his head to the side a bit and kissed Tonks softly on the cheek before they both drifted off into dreams.
Ω Hogwarts, a spare staff bedroom. The night of the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts, also the night of Dumbledore's death. Nearing quarter to 3 a.m. (could also be construed as the morning after the attack for the bitterly anal). Ω
Remus turned to her, his brow knit and his mouth open indignantly.
"What?" asked Tonks, throwing her hands up.
"That was kind of abrupt. You just stopped. Didn't finish." He looked annoyed beyond belief.
It was her turn to be indignant and she snapped, "Need we go into that!"
"Yes!" he snapped back.
"You're so anal sometimes!"
"Yes, well at least I'm not glazing over things!"
"I didn't glaze over anything! That's exactly how it happened. And you know it too! You were all nervous… don't try to deny it."
His face grew sour. "Fine. I'll give you that. But the ending you gave wasn't the end."
She chewed on her lip testily. "All right. If you want to talk about it, then we will."
"We'd better," he muttered.
There was tense silence for nearly a minute before Tonks added, "But you're acting just like you did that day…"
Remus thought about that for a moment and found he couldn't rebut that. He turned away from her and ran his tongue over his teeth bitterly.
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A/N #3: Wow! Another chapter! And I survived! Yes! Lol. Well, I hope that this was what all of you were looking for. I wanted their first time together to be kind of awkward an unorthodox…something that would be more real than that sort of "I'm on a heart shaped, satin bed and there's all this champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries" kind of crap that's quite prevalent in a lot of other stories. (Not that I have anything against that… it's quite refreshing sometimes.) All right. Well. Now that that's over with, I have to start on the next chapter. Thank you all for being so supportive. The hit-count for this story has been through the roof and the reviews for it have been absolutely marvelous. I'm going to continue with my usual tradition of replying to everyone's reviews (because I think that if you take the time to review, then I should at least take the time to acknowledge all of you awesome people!). Um… trying not to make this little note longer than the story itself. Right then. I think I'm going to be having an "author's notes" journal entry on a LiveJournal (not my current one) sometime soon. I'll be making a new one soon – I'll probably have it up by the next chapter – so comment on that and tell me if you guys'd like that, cuz I'm not sure I want to do it unless you guys actually want it…
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PPS: This chapter (the story alone) is 4204 words. Just so you know.
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