Rescued

Chapter 8

"You've got some chocolate right there." Remus pointed to her chin.

"Here? Or here?" she asked, wiping her face in several places as warm laughter came from his lips.

"Actually, Tonks, now it's everywhere. Let me..." He extended his hand and leaned forward, brushing his fingertips against her chin and taking off a large dollop of chocolate. He moved to take his hand away, but she grabbed it.

"Wait," she whispered huskily. Then closing her eyes, Tonks sucked the sweet candy off his finger and smiled like a cat in cream. "Shouldn't let it go to waste."

Lupin's heart raced. The door had opened, and he was going to take his chance. Tracing the same finger down her cheek, he whispered softly, "You are so beautiful." Then it was Tonks' turn to blush, but she laughed nervously.

"You've had too much champagne."

"Yes," he smirked. "But I have always thought you were beautiful." An awkward silence filled the room as Remus gazed upon her like a lover, and Tonks twisted a strawberry between her small fingers.

"May I kiss you?" The pupils of his pale eyes were wide and dark; and her black eyes flickered up, her voice merely an exhale.

"Yes."

Cupping her face, he leaned forward and kissed her. The touch was sweet and soft and warm; and as his lips parted hers, he tasted like champagne and chocolate. Finally, they pulled away. He was closer now and nestled his freshly shaven cheek into hers.

"You are so beautiful," he said again. Tonks laughed slightly as her fingers dropped the strawberry in order to intertwine with his.

"Are you going to say that all night?"

"Perhaps." He kissed her pale neck then pulled back, suddenly unsure of himself. "I'm sorry…I'm not the best with women."

Tonks gave him a reassuring smile. "I think I'll be the judge of that, seeing as I'm the only woman around here."

Their lips met once again, open this time, and Remus moaned slightly in pleasure. Hearing this unexpected sigh, Tonks was encouraged and moved onto his lap as they continued to kiss. Finally, her legs straddled his hips. Between her thin shift and his linen robe, he couldn't hide his desire and Tonks rocked against it.

"Oh my god," he muttered as she passionately kissed his neck and reveled in the scent of old parchment, chamomile tea, and spicy shaving cream.

"How is it you always smell like dusty books?" She laughed against his ear then moved to his jaw, placing little kisses along the way until she met his lips once again. This time they locked in a deep and fervent embrace.

Everything was going well until his hand came from her waist to gently cup her breast.

"Don't!" she cried and pulled back.

"Don't what?" His voice was breathless, his eyes alarmed.

Tonks' shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, Remus. I didn't mean to yell, it's just…" She looked him squarely in the eye, wanting him to know it was her, not him.

"Can you not touch me…Just for now?" Her brow knotted, and she prayed he understood. "I need to be in control. Do you understand?"

Remus fingered a lock of her tangled hair. "You needn't explain. I understand." And she once again moved back into his lap, but his voice was tense, his pale eyes serious.

"Nymphadora, if I do anything else that upsets you or…or hurts you, please tell me to stop."

"Okay," she answered tenderly. Then cocking her head to the side, "Can you stop calling me, Nymphadora?"

"Never!" he laughed with a full heart.

This time they were both smiling as they kissed, a new trust beginning to build. Slowly, the laughter faded and passion, fueled by Tonks' rocking hips, took over both their bodies. She cradled his head against her cheek, tenderly stoking his jaw; her breasts firmly against his chest, warmth flaming at their hips.

Sweat covered his brow and his hands knotted into the fabric of her shift as her movements became more rapid, their bodies still separated by soft cotton and wool. "Nymphadora," Remus said, his voice husky and needful. "I don't know how much more of this I can take before…"

He couldn't finish the thought, because suddenly her hands slipped up his robe and tightened around the head of his manhood. They were still both sitting upright, but his body collapsed against hers as she intimately massaged him.

"Are you ready?" she whispered, her voice yearning.

He wanted to tell her he loved her, tell her everything would be okay; but all he could get out was, "Yes."

"Lay back." she commanded softly.

He did as she requested, keeping his hands knotted into her gown as protection against touching her. His fingers burned to hold her womanly hips as she rode above him, to caress her smooth alabaster skin, but he would do nothing to hurt her, and so he wound the fabric tighter around his fingers, holding back the touches he longed to give.

Carefully lifting up her shift to cover him, she spread her legs wider. Then pulling back his robes with tender hands, she positioned herself at his head and slowly allowed penetration.

He gasped. She thought for a moment on how strange it was to make love with all their clothes on, Remus not touching her and she not even glimpsing the manhood that now entered her body. But she had done this on purpose. She didn't want to see him. Not that she was afraid to see him naked, but she was simply still afraid, afraid of memories and images that were still too fresh in her mind.

Yet a blind man can still see with his hands, and her hands held a very nice, full specimen of hardened flesh. She laughed slightly as she hadn't expected him to be so well endowed; and for that reason, she was going slowly, giving her body time accommodate his.

As soon as he was adequately within her, she lowered herself atop him then rocked back and forth until their rhythm hummed with a steady beat.

She could feel his body tense; his brow lined with sweat, his breath like a man running a marathon. In return, her own heart raced. She felt red hot, and although she had planned to distance herself from this lovemaking, she was far more curious and inspired than she had originally planned.

"Nymphadora…" His head was thrown back as she moved atop him, his expression one of pure surrender. "I can't hold out much longer."

Tonks was so amazed at how beautiful Remus looked when he was making love, and her heart squeezed with a fresh pain, as she knew she was still holding back emotionally from their loving making. All she wanted at this moment was for him to find pleasure. Running her hands through his damp hair, she dipped her lips against his ear and whispered hotly, "Go ahead Remus, come."

Her words released him. One final thrust and his body shuttered as he cried out against her cheek, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Sighing, he finally opened his eyes and released his grip self-consciously.

"Sorry," he managed through stuttered breaths. "Didn't mean to grab you there at the end." Tonks rolled her eyes then noticed the change.

"My gauntlets! They're gone!" They both touched her wrists.

"Well, I'd say you're back in business, Ms. Tonks." he said, still breathless.

Tonks laughed loudly and finally pulled away from Remus, who gasped deeply as he left her body, an empty sadness filling him.

Tonks, on the other hand, stood up and did a little dance then flopped back down on her pallet, arms spread out widely. "Remus, for the rest of my life I'm sleeping like this. Hands far apart!"

He smiled faintly.

She looked at him and felt a terrible sinking feeling. "Oh…thank you." she offered loosely.

His faint smile disappeared completely as he said, "Don't mention it."

tbc

I'm about to leave on vacation for three weeks, but this story has about 4 more chapters as Tonks returns home to family and friends and the Tonks/Remus relationship matures. I'll post again when I return. Until then, enjoy your summer and book 6. But-- Please review and let me know what you think so far!