Author's note: Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and this story derives from her original works, storylines, and world. Please do not sue me, I can barely pay tuition.

Hogwarts: Assignment #10, Perfumery Task #5, Write about someone overcome with lust/sexual desire.

Warnings: Suggestive content; not a lemon but citrusy

Inked Up

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Remus looked up from the book he was reading, tucked away on his usual spot on the sofa. Dora was sitting across from him in an armchair, going over some case files for work. She was frowning at him.

"I'm not looking at you like anything," Remus said. Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie because his eyes were drifting to her arms and…

"Oh my God," Dora said. She looked at him for a second before she burst out laughing. "It's the tattoos, isn't it? You're just looking at them..."

"No," Remus said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh my God," Dora repeated, laughing some more. "You're into them."

Remus felt himself blushing which only made Dora smile more. She was preparing to go undercover, on various small meetings that would hopefully lead to her gaining entry to a black market dragon egg auction. She was under strict covers by Hestia Jones not to use her Metamorphagus abilities until the mission was all said and done, lest she compromise the disguise that the Auror Department had prescribed and created with her. And so Remus had been living with a hazel-eyed, brown-haired Dora who was a foot shorter than she usually was with a pierced lower-lip, an aquiline nose, and… well yes, arms covered in ink. There was an owl sitting on a branch under a moon and stars taking up her left bicep, a menagerie of snakes slithering their way up her right forearm, planets and their moons, a mandrake, a series of potion vials lining her left forearm, moths circling a lantern, ivy curling around her wrists, a host of other flowers filling the space…

"I didn't know you were into tattoos," Dora said, tilting her head to the side and smiling.

"I… I'm not," Remus said. "I'm into you."

"But the sleeves are pretty hot, aren't they?" Dora said, flat-out. She shrugged off the flannel she'd thrown over her tank top to reveal more of her arms and the art that now decorated them. It had taken Dora weeks to carefully manipulate the pigment of her skin, line by line and dot by dot, to fill in both of the sleeves that now covered her arms.

"They're beautiful," Remus said, desperately wanting out of this conversation and back to his book.

"Lots of things are beautiful," Dora said, putting her case files and paperwork down on the coffee table to free her arms. She leaned forwards. "But you can say it. You were looking at them because they're pretty hot."

While Remus tried to figure his way out of this, Dora grinned and got up. She circled the coffee table and plucked his book from his hands, tossing it aside for now.

"You were on page 217, for future reference," she said before sitting down, straddling his hips. His hands went to her waist, instinctively.

"You're allowed to be into them, even if they're not part of my usual get-up," Dora said. She leaned forwards to kiss his ear and she added, "I think they're sexy too."

She kissed a particularly sensitive spot along his jawline and then it was game over for Remus. His hands held her hips more firmly and he flipped them, so that she was laying back on the couch and he was no longer sitting but leaning over her.

He leaned down to kiss her neck and made his way down her shoulder. Dora laughed and reached up to run her hands through his hair.

"Someone's pent up," she teased.

"You've been walking around with those for three days," Remus said. His lips brushed her collarbone and he felt her shiver. "Three. Days."

"Three days is a long time," she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "One might wonder why you're being a tease instead of just kissing me, then."

He obliged and kissed her, and she kissed him back. One of his hands found the bottom of her tank top, riding up, and without breaking away she started working on the buttons on his shirt—she was very good at multitasking.

So all things considered, things were going quite well until the front door opened.

"EWE!"

Remus shot up and looked back to see Teddy standing in the doorway, purple-haired, wide-eyed, and horrified.

"Teddy!" Dora said, also shooting up and readjusting her tank top and pulling it over her unbuttoned jeans as she did. She smoothed back her hair. "Teddy, you're home early."

"Yeah, it started raining and we called off the football game," Teddy said—which explained why he was dripping. He sounded both disgusted and extremely regretful about his return.

"Kettle's boiled if you want tea or hot chocolate," Remus offered, very conscious of how disheveled his clothes were.

"Hot chocolate? Hot… no. No. This is terribly uncomfortable and I want to never think about this again," Teddy said, slamming the flat door behind him and stomping off to his room.

"And for the record, the living room is a public space!" Teddy called back before slamming his bedroom door.

Remus turned back to Dora and they gave Teddy a few seconds before bursting out laughing. Remus leaned back into the couch, giggling.

"Well that's one scarring childhood experience down," Remus said in between laughs.

Dora laughed harder. "Should we go give him a talk and go over safer sex potions now, or give it a few hours?"

"The talk about consent should go first," Remus said.

"Mmm, good point," Dora said. She stretched her arms around the neck. "Well, the good news is that I'll have these on for a few days." She leaned forwards and kissed Remus lightly. "Better luck next time."

WC: 958

Shipping Wars

Ship (Team): Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks (Technicolour Moon)

List (Prompt): NA