A/N: Okay, you should all be aware before reading this that I'm not entirely sure that this shouldn't be stronger than an M rating, but that as the M rating is the highest that has, that's what it is. It should really be more of an NC-17 rating. So, if the thought of that is too much for you, please read no further. If you quite like that kind of thing, welcome to my world you kinky devil :D
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"I don't need to be drunk to want you," Tonks said earnestly, hand still poised at the waistband of his underwear, "just breathing…."
Remus growled low in his throat and captured Tonks' mouth for a punishing kiss. Just as Tonks began to think that he was angry with her, and began to move away, the kiss turned gentle as he tangled his tongue with hers and softly slid his hand under the hem of her T-shirt.
"You taste like Firewhisky," he murmured against her mouth, fingering the lacy edge of her bra.
"I think I've been pickled in it," Tonks replied, fingers trembling as they traced a circle around his navel.
"Drinking to forget?" Remus' thumb brushed lightly against her nipple, causing her to shudder and moan slightly.
"Actually, I was drinking to stop myself coming home and doing exactly what I'm doing right now…" Tonks slid her hand round Remus' back and arched against him as he flicked his fingernail against her already-sensitised nipple; only to squeak her disappointment as he drew away and stared down at her with a frown creasing his brow.
"So this isn't something you want to do when you're sober?" he accused, holding her at arms' length.
"No, it's not that at all! I just.. Didn't think you'd be interested and I didn't want to make a fool of myself.." Tonks ran her ankle up the inside of Remus' calf and watched with satisfaction as he closed his eyes against the sensation.
"You've been driving me to distraction for months," he muttered, pulling her close to him again and resuming his exploration of her nipple. Tonks, thanking Merlin for her weekly yoga classes, wound her right leg around his hips and pulled him in against her, pleased to feel the evidence of his arousal against her lower stomach.
"Months, eh?" she grinned, pulling his head down for a kiss, smothering his reply with her lips. Remus growled again, causing her to shiver with excitement. With one swift movement, he pulled her t-shirt off over her head, before reaching round her back and unclipping her bra.
"Had a lot of practice at this?" She breathed, tipping her head back as he covered the tip of one breast with his hot mouth, tongue teasing the hardened nipple until it ached and the pulse between her thighs grew even more insistent. Tonks' fingers worked on the cord of his dressing gown, fumbling at the knot for what seemed like an eternity before she managed to work it loose and slip the fabric over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Remus pushed her up against the wall, placing his hands either side of her head and kissing her fiercely. Tonks allowed one of her hands to drift down his chest, savouring the sensations of hot, damp skin, letting her hand dip lower until she had the length of his erection cupped in her fingers through the material of his underwear. She felt him hiss her name into her mouth and experimentally rubbed her thumb across the head of his cock. He jerked his head back and stared at her through desire clouded eyes, dropping his hands from the wall and divesting her of her jeans in double-quick time.
"Remus," Tonks moaned, sliding her hand down inside the vent of his boxers to cup his balls, "I need you now.."
Something feral shone in Remus' eyes for a second, kicking Tonks' arousal into even higher gear. He pushed her hand away from his boxers, pulling them down and off his legs in one fluid motion, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight against him. Tonks ground her hips against his, feeling the head of his cock nudging her mound. In answer to her unspoken plea, Remus lifted her slightly, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist and guide him into her hot, slick entrance. Tonks gasped as he entered her in one long thrust, glad that he was holding her up as she wasn't sure her legs could have taken the strain.
"Merlin, you feel so good," Remus groaned into her neck, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her before he began to move, rocking his hips slightly. Tonks dug her nails into his back, wanting him to thrust harder and deeper. Remus obeyed, all but lifting her off of him before thrusting her back down quickly. Tonks moaned and dug her nails in harder, scraping her teeth against his shoulder for good measure. Remus growled and began to move more quickly. Tonks felt the pleasure build and build before it exploded into the most intense orgasm of her life. A muffled exclamation and the feel of hot liquid trickling down her thighs told her that Remus had found his own release soon after.
Both breathing heavily, they collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor, both feeling too satisfied to move.
"Firewhisky has to be the greatest invention of all Wizardkind," Remus muttered, unknowingly echoing Tonks' earlier sentiments.
"Y'know, I'm glad that I've managed to clear up my questions on human-Werewolf compatibility," Tonks mused, drawing one fingernail down Remus' chest, "but I think we'll have to do this again to make sure it wasn't just a one off…"
Remus gave a deep, rumbling laugh, "Nymphadora Tonks, you'll be the death of me."
"Crikey, not for a while yet, I hope," Tonks said in mock-concern, dropping her eyes to his crotch where she could see the stirrings of arousal, "besides, you look perfectly healthy to me.."
