Title: Though the years
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rated: PG13-R
Warnings: Contains language and some sexual situations and innuendo
Summary: She had known him since she was a small child... and dreamed of the day she might be able to marry him... But, would Remus Lupin ever grow to see Nymphadora Tonks as more than the little five year old that would follow him and Sirius around?

Chapter Warning: Um, yeah... this is were the "Sexual situations" come in... read at your own peril. And I know in Werewolf and the Raver I swore off sex scenes but, technically this one was written long before that one in W&R. This whole bloody chapter is almost nothing but smuttiness. My muse has too much time on her hands.

Chapter Five
Animal Instincts
They had eaten dinner in silence. She had spent the entire meal trying to get him to look at her, but he'd kept his eyes on his potato chowder and toasted cheese sandwich the whole time. With a heavy sigh, she eventually just left the table, after only taking a small bite from her sandwich and a small taste of her chowder.

He was there because she had offered to let him stay at her flat instead of having to travel from the ministry to the far nether region edges of Surrey every day. And he had probably went to her house because he didn't want her to think that afternoon had changed anything.

She went to her room and closed and locked the door behind herself. She laid on her bed, hugging her pillow to her chest for the longest time, crying. At one point, while laying there in the dark, she could have sworn she'd seen the shadow of Remus' feet under her doorway. But then she had blinked and the shadow was no longer there.

She lay there for the longest time, her mind drifting backwards through the day. Eventually her mind settled on the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gently moistened her lips. Even though it was not currently going on, she could almost feel his lips on hers, his hands, his warmth. Part of her couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't taken control of the wolf that was laying somewhat dormant in the recesses of his mind.

She shivered as she imagined the look she had seen in his eyes right after he'd pulled away from her. Would the same look have been in his eyes if they had continued past the kiss? Would his eyes have looked that full of desire if he'd been... inside of her?

Her fingers twitched slightly as a slow smile went to her lips. Some sick part of her mind was now wondering exactly how accurate Remus had been that one day, when he'd told her how werewolves react to the scent of a woman. He'd obviously desired her earlier... if he could pick up on that scent again, would it drive him mad to the point he wouldn't be able to hold himself back?

It was only four days until the full moon... She very well remembered an advanced studies book she had read about werewolves. The closer it got to the full moon, the stronger their wolf senses got. With a sneaky grin, she tiptoed over to her door and unlocked it.

Peeping out she saw that Remus was curled up on her sofa. Quietly, she walked about her flat opening the curtains so that the almost full moon shined all around. She tiptoed over to the sofa and looked down at Remus in the moonlight. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as she stood there watching the corner of his mouth twitch like it had been doing earlier.

He was wearing only his trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Nymphadora slowly grazed her eyes over his sleeping form, taking in every freckle and scar that the moonlight let her see. She even took in the most recent additions of grey in his hair. The grey streaks glowed silver against the darker blond in the light.

She heard him inhale deeply in his sleep as she walked past him, heading back for her room. She turned to look over her shoulder when she could have sworn she heard him give a soft growl. After walking back into her room, she left the door barely ajar and opened the one set of blinds so that even her room was subjected to the silvery glow of the moon.

She removed her clothes and folded them neatly before dropping them into her clothes hamper. Part of her debated whether or not to get out her shoebox, but decided against it in the event her plan worked. Her hands were shaking from her being so nervous. She had never felt this nervous prior to doing what she was about to do...

Perhaps it was nervousness from the idea that her plan would work. What if she did drive him to his breaking point? What if his inner-wolf wanted to lay claim to her?

Her heart as already pounding loudly in her ears. She laid back on her bed and closed her eyes. No sooner than she had let her fingers begin their task, she heard the sound of something shattering in her living room.

"Nymphadora?" she heard Remus call.

"Yes, Remus?" she called back breathlessly.

"Is everything alright in there?" His voice was right at her door.

"Yes Remus," she replied. She was beginning to remember his kiss from earlier. She wasn't sure how long she had been pleasuring herself, just that she was starting to get closer to her peak as her mind was beginning to play over the possibilities of what could have happened in the forest if he hadn't stopped.

"Nymphadora..." his voice sounded struggled and gruff this time. "What are you doing in there?"

Nymphadora grasped her pillow with her free hand and softly moaned Remus' name as her hips arched toward the ceiling. The bedroom door was flung open. She gasped in shock and made an almost pitiful attempt to cover herself. Before her mind had a chance to take in what was happening, Remus was on her.

His mouth was sealed to hers, drinking her in deeply. His hands were moulded to her hips, pulling her centre against his arousal, just before sinking it deeply inside of her with one fluid motion. Remus lifted his mouth away from hers, threw his head back, and gave a loud groan as he pulled out and pushed back inside of her repeatedly, each thrust getting more powerful than the one before.

Nymphadora grabbed his arms and arched her body toward him. He gathered her close to him, she looked at his eyes and was almost in wonder. The eyes were dark and heavy from the wolf taking over Remus to an extent. But she could still see her Remus somewhere in the shadowy depths of the almost wolf-like amber eyes.

"Oh gods... Remus," she whispered shakily. She dug her nails into his shoulders and a small scream slipped through her lips. Her body thrashed beneath him as it fought to reach it's release. With every move, she barely noticed she was loosing control of her morphing sending her hair from long and black to short and pink to other different lengths and wild colours.

His strong fingers grasped her shoulders firmly as she felt a tightness growing in the pit of her stomach. Her mouth was opened to scream but her breath was caught somewhere in the pressure in her stomach. She managed to finally scream his name as the tightness that had been over-taking her body went away with a warm, tingly flush.

Both of them lay there for a long moment. She was only vaguely aware of Remus' heavy panting against her throat. Her skin shivered as the cool night air drifted over her sweaty form. Remus lifted his head and turned it toward the window where the almost full moon gazed in at them. He looked down at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw that his eyes held almost nothing of the man in their depths.

He didn't speak, just leaned his head back down close to her and slowly inhaled her scent just below her ear. His lips barely touched her skin as he lightly sniffed down her neck and between her breasts before ascending back up the other side of her neck. The tips of his fingers trailed down her arms and captured her fingertips. His head lifted again, and this time he sat back on his heals, bringing her to a sitting up position as well as he pulled her fingers to his lips.

His tongue darted out to taste the tips of her fingers then his tongue lightly ran over his own lips.

"What are you doing Remus," she asked breathlessly. The wolf eyes glared at her sharply before slowly going back to the moon outside. He looked back at her and released her fingertips then lightly pushed her back to laying down.

Remus leaned over her on all fours and studied her a moment before creeping to kneeling beside her. The way he'd moved made Nymphadora smile lightly at the fluidic, wolf mannerisms. He lightly nudged her hip upwards with his hand. She made the move to scoot over but he growled deeply and instead grabbed her other hip and pulled slightly.

She looked at him questioningly for a moment then realized, "Oh! You want me to roll over?"

Remus gazed at her intently and she flushed slightly but turned over onto her stomach. His cool hands slowly stroked down her back and she felt him straddle her thighs. He leaned down and lightly sniffled at the base of her neck, at the nape. Remus gave a soft sound that seemed to be a mix of a growl and a hum of approval.

Nymphadora squirmed slightly as his tongue slowly trailed over the spot he'd just been sniffling at. Her hands closed around hers as he gently started to nibble and flick his tongue over the spot repeatedly. She shivered and gave a slight giggle as she squirmed again. Remus gave the growl-hum again and stopped the nibbling and licking. He nuzzled the side of her neck slightly.

But what happened next caught the young woman completely by surprise... Remus lightly kissed the spot he'd stopped teasing, then bit down hard on the skin.

- scoots away so to dodge all the fruit being thrown -

Actual convo I had with inner muse:

Me: But I don't wanna write that. Love scenes are icky.
muse: Dear gods you're married and you used the word "icky". What are you five? Write it!
Me: No.
muse: Yes.
Me: No.
muse: If you ever wanna write another story you had better do this love scene.
Me: But I don't wanna. It makes Remus look evil.
muse: or sexy. depends on how you look at it.
both: mmm kinky werewolf sex.
Me: Heeey. That's not fair.
muse: Ha! now write it!
Me: Damn you.

And for those of you that have read Werewolf and the Raver... that particular convo is what inspired the use of the term "kinky werewolf sex" in it. And yes, I do argue with my muse constantly about what I will and won't write... she usually wins.