Title: Alive
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rated: M for implied nudity and a sexual situation.
Disclaimer: HP & all others are trademarks of JK Rowling. No profit is made from the use of these trademarked entities. No animals were harmed in the typing of this fic. Void where prohibited, see store for complete rules and details. Any similarities to actual events are strictly a coincidence.

Chapter Two

Go away, she thought as she felt the sun's first rays of light hit her eyelids. She didn't want the night to end. She didn't want the dream to end. She didn't want to wake up in her room and fully dressed. She wanted to stay in the land full of nakedness, floors, desktops, and Remus' bedroom.

A soft whimper escaped Tonks' throat as the tantalizing scent of coffee reached her nose. It replaced the mysterious, over-whelming scent of Remus she smelt all over her bedcovers. Her mouth held the after taste of whiskey, which was something she was not used to but was familiar with.

But mum," she whined softly, so it was said more to herself and the bed than anyone else. "I don't want to wake up. I want to keep having the naughty Remus dreams." She clinched her eyes closed tightly, still trying to fit the urge to become fully awake.

After a few minutes, the scent of coffee became too alluring to her senses. She opened her eyes against her pillow and sighed heavily into the cottony mass. Then she realized, something was very much wrong with her bed. She stroked the material of the pillowcase, then the sheets beneath her. They felt much softer than the scratchy, over starched sheets that were on her bed at Grimmauld. It felt much softer than any silk or satin sheets she had ever laid on.

As far as she knew, she had dreamt of taking one drink from Remus the night before. Had she actually gotten completely smashed before retreating to Grimmauld? She couldn't exactly remember… Was she even at Grimmauld?

She lifted her head and looked around the room. Yes, it was definitely Grimmauld. She dove back under the warmth of the covers. The room had been in her dream. She definitely remembered her dream being rather detailed and remembered the feel of the soft sheets against her back and stomach.

Okay, perhaps it hadn't been a dream after all… There was only one way to really know, and that was to ask Remus.

She heard the door creak open, the smell of coffee and chocolate invaded the room, slipping beneath the covers through her breathing gap. Tonks hesitated before gently calling, "Remus?"

She heard something being placed on a table she had seen close to the bed. Then, Remus' voice quietly replied, "Yes?"

Tonks jerked herself to sitting, wincing as she felt a stab of pain jolt through her hips and groin. She clutched the sheets to covering her chest. Remus was knelt down beside the bed. He had his arms folded on the bed and was resting his chin on his arms. His eyes drifted up to hers.

Tonks flopped backwards onto the bed and looked over at him. "It wasn't a dream," she muttered.

Remus gave a soft half smile. "No, it wasn't. I thought it was a dream as well when I woke up. I swore you would be gone when I came back up with the coffee. It too be the longest time just to pull myself away from you." He smiled faintly and stood to his full height. He walked over to the tray with coffee and chocolate on it. He dropped a few bits of chocolate into each coffee cup. "I hope you don't mind but I sweeten my coffee with chocolate."

"Not at all, I'm always up for experimentation," Tonks grinned.

For a moment, it looked as if Remus wanted to make some sort of raunchy comment, but he had caught himself quickly.

So it hadn't been a dream. Every last detail that was etched into her mind had actually happened. Tonks could feel her body tingle with elation as she took one of the cups from Remus and carefully sipped at the steaming contents. Remus sat on the edge of the bed and sipped at his coffee. Tonks was doing her best to try and think of something to say. So, she said the first thing that came to mind…

"These sheets are really soft. Silk? Satin?"

Remus thought for a long moment. "One thousand thread count of high grade Egyptian cotton."

"Hmm, impressive," Tonks hummed.

"I only remember because I had to purchase them for Sirius. He had discovered it while on the run. So he had me go out and buy about ten sets and he was rather insistent on the thread count and the type of cotton I had to get," Remus smiled slightly. "Imagine his horror when I arrived with only five hundred thread count the first time."

"He made you go back and get the right count?" Tonks laughed.

"Yes, he did. When I got back with the right ones, he held the sheets under my nose and forced me to 'feel the unmatched quality and superiority' of them. He was drooling over them like they were nude photos of Marilyn Monroe." Remus chuckled. It was a deep and throaty sound that tickled Tonks' ears.

"And what did you tell him?"

"At first I told him that twelve years in Azkaban could make anything feel unmatched and superior. I also told him that I was not a good choice of critic since, well, my furry little problem keeps me from having much choice in the type of sheets I buy." Remus looked at her. "Though later, I did admit there were rather nice." His eyes slowly roamed over her face and bared shoulders. Something glowed deep within the depth of his eyes.

Tonks continued to sip on her coffee and tried to think of something else to say. What exactly did one say to a man that they had lusted over for years and woke up in their bedroom one morning after a night of repeated -- dammit, what could she refer to it as -- copulations?

"What happened last night?" she whispered, not really expecting an answer.

Once again, Remus got a thoughtful expression in his eyes. "Well, I'm not exactly sure but I think it had something to do with making ourselves feel more alive." He was silent for a moment. "Well? Are you alright? I didn't hurt you or anything did I?"

"Oh I'm fine Mr. Lupin. I just had the greatest night of my life with a man I rather much respect for his cool, calm, level headedness." There, she had admitted it and Remus had actually look rather surprised at first, but then grinned broadly. "How about you? How are you feeling this morning?"

Remus took her empty coffee cup and set both cups back onto the tray. Tonks searched his face, trying to see if she could find the answer to her question in his expression. He took a seat on the edge of the bed again and leaned close to her, his lips barely grazing hers.

"I've never, in my life, felt more alive than I do right now."

It felt like Tonks' skin had suddenly caught fire with the flames of desire. She wrapped her arms around Remus' neck and kissed him deeply. He instantly reacted by returning the embrace and the kiss. Her body felt free of any aches she had experienced earlier as his mouth explored her throat, and his hand whisked the sheets off of her, exposing her to the early morning coolness of the room and the warmth of his mouth.

Remus' fingers gently stroked her entrance. Tonks utilized the moment to attempt to yank his wretched undershirt over his head. She halfway succeeded, managing to expose his stomach. Thankfully, Remus took the hint and did away with the rest himself, including the trousers he had been wearing.

He gathered her to him, kissing her deeply. She gasped sharply as they came together. Their moans melted together as he repeatedly thrust himself into her with the same desperation he had the night before. Tonks found herself wanting more, even though her body already felt like it was in the midst of pleasured spasms.

Remus lifted himself above her, planting a fist firmly on either side of her head. Tonks grasped his upper arms, through foggy eyes she watched the play of expressions on Remus' face. At first, his eyes and lips had been barely parted as he released heavy, pant-like breaths. Then, his eyes had drifted closed and his breaths had slowed to deep and steady breaths.

"Don't stop yet Remus," she had whispered.

An expression of deep concentration momentarily graced his features. She felt a shiver course through her skin as he closed his eyes tightly and he began breathing through tightly clenched teeth. A loud, raspy, groan of relief escaped Remus' lips the same moment his door was thrust open…

"Professor Lup-- Oh my god!"

They both looked sharply to the door. Hermione looked as if she had tried to cover her eyes and her mouth at the same moment, so that her hand spanned her entire face. She had reached over and made an attempt to cover Ginny's eyes, but covered her nose and one eye instead. Both girls had very shocked and very widened eyes.

"What's all the fuss girls?" Molly's voice echoed, followed shortly by its source coming up behind Hermione and Ginny. A surprised look crossed the woman's face. "Sorry! Just wanted to let you know breakfast is done!" she yanked the two girls away from the door, scolding them as she closed the door. "This is why I always tell you two to knock before just dashing into a room!"

Remus and Tonks' eyes met. The fire that had seemed to have just been glowing in his eyes was gone. Somehow, they both knew that the night and morning that had transgressed between them was no longer their own little secret.

888

Fortunately, the only thing that had been more uncomfortable about breakfast than the vacant, unblinking expression on Molly's face was the fact Hermione and Ginny kept staring between Tonks and Remus. Though, it wasn't that hard of a task being Remus had ended up sitting beside the pink haired pixie. Other than that, no one else seemed to show the slightest clue to knowing what had happened between the metamorphmagus and the werewolf.

But, the way Hermione and Ginny would look at them then giggle and whisper to each other held the foreboding that it would not remain only between those two for very long. Every time Hermione and Ginny looked their way, Tonks could feel her face warming with embarrassment. It wasn't that she had been caught naked or in a compromising position by a Hogwarts age student, either one she could have taken alone. It was the fact two Hogwarts age children had caught her naked and in a compromising position that bothered her.

That and the infernal giggling that the girls would share.

After breakfast was done, Remus stood. Both Hermione and Ginny just stared at him wide eyed. He raised an eyebrow. "Hermione, Ginny, the meeting is going to be starting soon you may need to run along back upstairs with your brothers."

Both girls looked dumbfounded for a moment before chorusing, "Yes Professor Lupin." The two girls hurriedly exited the kitchen. Molly bustled around the table picking up dishes, she put a hand on Remus' shoulder and made him lower himself back into his seat.

"Now now Remus," Molly coddled. "I've told you all several times not to worry about cleaning up your breakfast things. I'll get them." She quickly whisked up their plates and toted them to the sink where a washing cloth was already making short work of the breakfast remnants. "I would also like to apologize for Hermione and Ginny bursting in on -- er, well -- such a delicate moment this morning. I've told them repeatedly to knock before bursting into rooms. Warned them that one day they would see something they didn't want to. Poor Hermione was muttering nonsense for almost ten minutes."

Tonks looked at the woman, perplexed. No scolding looks? No disapproving tone? Just an apology? That couldn't have been right. She had been half expecting Molly to try and talk to her about contraceptive things and the birds and bees. But, if Molly insisted, Tonks wasn't going to say anything of a prudish nature.

"It's alright Molly," Remus sighed lightly. "I should have double checked that simple unlocking spell wouldn't have undone the locks."

Molly swatted her hand slightly and huffed. "Well, that should teach Hermione to not go about unlocking doors."