Changing Forms

Chapter 5 -

Remus' Blunders and Blessings

It seemed like hours since Remus had kissed her, but in fact it had only been 15 seconds. He stared down into her dark eyes, ready to kiss her again; not just ready, but eager. He would have, only he felt Nymphadora shivering in his arms. The rain must have brought on some of the cold. Not to mention Remus' house was a bit chilly all of the time. He liked it that way. He was used to having no one around to object to what ever temperature it was. Remus quickly broke himself from his daze.

"You must be cold," he said as he walked and got her sweater from the coat hanger. He quickly helped her put it on, rubbing her arms to make her warm. He loved being this close to her. He loved the feeling he had on his lips. Hers had burned into his, leaving a mark that he was sure was visible, that he thought would be there forever. After that first kiss, he wanted to go back for more. She hadn't said a word since. He would have been worried, but she did indeed return the kiss.

Their faces were no more than a foot apart as they gazed at each other, as if exploring a new world.

"Remus…" she whispered as he lightly traced her jaw line with his finger. He quickly silenced her with the same finger, lightly touching those beautiful, pink lips.

"Don't spoil it…" he kissed her once more, bringing her closer with the arm that was again wrapped around her waste. Her arms found his shoulders shyly. Nymphadora's head was spinning as this was happening to her. She found she could no longer control her body as her arms wrapped gently around his neck, finding his hair with one hand, stroking the top of his neck.

Remus' feet began to move as he continued to get carried away. Nymphadora moved with his steps only to not fall over, clinging to his shoulders dearly. They both made a slight sound when the couch stopped Nymphadora. They broke their kiss and looked at each other, each trying to find their breath.

"Remus…" Nymphadora said, searching his blazing blue eyes. "How long? When? I… I didn't know you did too, I…." Remus smiled as she rambled in excitement.

"I knew." He said "I knew when you said my name in your sleep at St. Mungo's." Nymphadora's face went red. She quickly turned away, putting her hands on the couch saying "Oh, no, you must have thought I was crazy…" Remus simply put his hands on Nymphadora's hips, kissing her neck, sending prickles down her spine as his lips tickled her.

"Not at all," he said gently, "actually, I was a bit, well… I liked hearing you say my name." Now Remus was the one blushing. Nymphadora turned around to see Remus diverting his eyes. Nymphadora smiled and giggled. She put her hands on the side of Remus' face and kissed him with such deep, penetrating passion that Remus picked her up and put her onto the couch.

Nymphadora squealed with shock as she bounced down onto the cushions. "Remus!" she said in shock as she sat up. Remus was rounding the couch and sat down next to Nymphadora's hip and kissed her. Nymphadora leaned back with a sigh.

They both were so caught up in themselves that they barely noticed the storm raging outside, the clouds blocking out the full moon. It had been nearly an hour since Remus had first kissed Nymphadora, and neither of them were about to stop. Remus broke apart from Nymphadora, panting.

He bent over Nymphadora's face, touching it with the gentlest touches, focusing on his favorite parts: her lips, eyebrows, cheeks and jaw line. He kissed her on the forehead, letting her know he was fully at ease.

Remus was pulling back, only to have his neck stopped by Nymphadora's hand. She leaned up and paused at Remus' ear. She whispered something so low that it was barely audible, something Remus froze at.

"Make love to me, Remus." Nymphadora leaned back and gazed honestly into Remus' eyes. Remus stared back, in total shock. As his heart raced, he took Nymphadora's hand and helped her stand from the couch. They never let go of each other, even as they walked up the stairs together.

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It had been an hour since Remus and Tonks had made love, both smiling and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Remus lay in bed with Nymphadora for quite some time, resting on one arm, gazing down at Nymphadora, who covered herself with a few blankets. The storm had slowed to a small shower, but Nymphadora it would soon be over and Remus would end up changing. So she took it all in, snuggling up to Remus' chest, trying desperately not to doze off.

"Sleeping, are we?" Remus would say when he saw her eyes close for more than 20 seconds. She would snap her eyes back open and mumble something that resembled "sorry, shouldn't wanna with you 'ere, I wanna stay 'wake." Remus chuckled and smiled as he stroked her hair with his free hand.

"No, you sleep." He said, kissing her forehead. "I know you'll probably have to take the day off tomorrow, you'll be so tired."

"Mhmmm…" Nymphadora managed to say as her eyes stayed shut.

Remus kept stroking her hair as he looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and that meant that the moon would be out. Remus carefully slid out from under the blankets and slipped on a pair of pants. He gave a look at Nymphadora of adoration as he pulled the blankets further up to cover her shoulders. He slipped out of the room quietly and closed the door, locking it with a simple charm—just in case. He wasn't about to let himself hurt her in his changed form, whether or not he had taken Wolfsbane.

He walked down the stairs and settled on the couch, waiting for the moment when the moon peered out of the clouds. He sat there, thinking on all that had transpired that night. He would have never guessed that all of that could have happened. Nymphadora had somehow bewitched him—but not literally. He could still smell her light perfumed scent as he closed his eyes. He thought then on something else that touched on home base. Their age.

Remus was 14 years older than Nymphadora! She was 23 years old! She'd only been an Auror for a year. However brilliant she was, she was still a young lady. Remus felt old, weary; too old for a firecracker like her. But he wanted it so badly. But how could he have her while keeping her safe from himself? He didn't know, but as the moon peered out from a cloud, he was filled with a final human emotion. Guilt.

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