A/N I'm back! Here's another 'story' that ended up just being an excuse for me to get some smut out there. It's sprinkled with a bit of plot, but don't be fooled - it's mostly smut lol. This was originally going to be a oneshot but as per usual everything I write ends up being too fucking long so this will likely be a three-parter. Tags will be updated as necessary. Editing on this part was slightly shoddy, so please forgive any glaring errors - I will amend at my earliest opportunity.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!
The first night they slept together was after a mission, and it happened to also be the night they first kissed. The first night they overtly acknowledged that there was any attraction between them, really.
Their mutual attraction had been obvious, sure. Tonks could practically feel the sexual tension crackling between them; it was getting to the point where she was rather worried that the entire Order would be able to tell if they didn't find a way to resolve it soon (and she did quite hope that it would resolve itself in sex, but she didn't want to get her hopes up too far). But she still didn't quite have the courage to do anything about it. Until that night, that is.
They'd been keeping an eye on a couple of suspected Death Eaters in some dingy pub. As far as Death Eaters went, these two, Oren Bates and Lyman Knowles, were pretty much at the bottom of the food chain, so it was theoretically supposed to be an easy watch. They'd each ordered a drink in an attempt to look less suspicious. They'd even managed to finish their drinks before they realized that the two men they were keeping an eye on were glancing over at them far too often to be a coincidence.
And so they'd made their exit, trying to walk quickly but naturally as the door to the pub swung shut behind them. Making their way up the street, Tonks reached out and took Remus' hand. "We're just a couple who's out for a drink and a stroll," she explained in a low but strained voice, and she could tell from how she had to gently unclench his hand before lacing her fingers through his that he was as tense as she felt. The two of them tensed up when they heard the door to the pub open and shut again behind them in the distance. Remus turned his head very slightly to the side, jaw clenching as he did so.
"They're following us," he said quietly.
"I thought we were careful, and these two seem like a couple of dunces - how could they have known?"
"Who knows. Perhaps they recognized me." Tonks had been in disguise that night, her hair morphed a slightly less conspicuous brunette color, but Remus generally had to be more careful not to be seen. He'd been the one to sit with his back to their targets' table, but Tonks supposed that perhaps they had simply gotten unlucky this time around. There was also the fact that they had started to suspect that the barman at this particular pub was sympathetic to the Death Eater cause, as this was the third time in as many weeks that they'd spied on a huddled, whispered meeting at this particular location; Remus had been the one to order the drinks, and so Tonks wondered if maybe the barman had tipped the other two men off. Still, she supposed it didn't matter now. What mattered was that they were certainly being followed.
Remus squeezed her hand slightly just as she heard the footsteps pick up their pace between them. "Tonks -"
"We need to find a place to hide or apparate," she whispered. "We can't duel them here, it's too risky. There's too high a chance a muggle will come down the street." While she was relieved that the street they were walking down was currently deserted, something about the quiet put her even more on edge, as well.
"Tonks, we are in plain sight right now - if they get any closer, if they get any quicker, we need to run -"
"Oi!" Tonks felt her blood run cold at the sound of Bates calling after them. "You! Don't act like you don't know we're talking to you, we saw you!" Tonks turned her head slightly to the side to see Remus continue staring straight ahead as they picked up their pace, both struggling to maintain the appearance of strolling casually down the pavement. "Oi! Dog! Turn around and acknowledge when a person is speaking to you!"
Tonks felt Remus stiffen. "It's me. They did, they recognized me. Tonks, we have to -"
"Oi, werewolf!" The footsteps were getting even closer now. Tonks could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"Run," she breathed. Remus turned his head slightly to look at her, gave the tiniest of nods, and then they were running.
Remus was taller, but Tonks had always been quick - and for all her clumsiness, she was surprisingly agile when the moment called for it. She was ahead of Remus and their pursuers - she could hear Remus' footsteps a bit further behind her. She nearly skidded around a corner, and was relieved to hear Remus follow her. She suddenly came up on a small alley, if it could even be called that - it was barely big enough for two people to walk through side by side - and making a split second decision, she ducked into the crevice. She waited until Remus' footsteps came even closer, and then at the last second she reached out, just barely managed to grab him by the arm of his jacket, and pulled him into the alley. He crashed into her, grabbing her shoulders to steady her as she stumbled backwards against the wall; they just managed to right themselves again, and quickly and silently moved deeper into the alley as they heard their pursuers come around the corner.
"They definitely came this way, but I don't see them. Reckon they apparated out of here already?" Tonks noted with slight pleasure that Knowles sounded winded.
Bates let out a grunt of frustration. "Likely. We're due back, anyway. We'll have to tell the rest of them that we're being watched, but I say we just tell them the werewolf and his bitch apparated out as soon as we left the pub. 'Else they'll give us hell for coming back empty-handed and I don't have the patience for that shit tonight." She shuddered at the wet sound of one of them spitting on the ground. "Half-breed scum. We should have confronted them in the pub."
Tonks slid her hand down Remus' arm to take his hand again, squeezing it as the two men passed the entrance to the alleyway; they didn't even spare it a second glance, and Tonks found herself thanking Merlin not for the first time that these two were not quite the sharpest adversaries they'd encountered. She heard their voices fading as they continued to walk further away; then she heard two pops of apparition, and all was silent again.
She let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. "Fuck, that was close. You alright?"
Remus was pale. But he nodded, turning his head to look at her. "Fine. Are you?"
"I'm fine." Tonks realized now that when they were moving deeper into the alley, Remus had managed to position himself so that Tonks was closer to the wall, his body slightly shielding hers from the entrance of the alleyway; had it been anyone else, Tonks would have been rather miffed, but she somehow couldn't really be annoyed with Remus, even when he was being a tad overprotective. In fact, it was something about him that had used to annoy her, but lately, she couldn't really find it within herself to mind. It didn't help matters that he was standing so close that she could feel his body heat, and she had to admit that may have been distracting her a bit.
She glanced at Remus again; his jaw was still clenched. "Are you...I didn't mean just physically. You okay? I mean, the things they were saying."
"Oh, I'm used to that," he said rather dismissively, but she didn't miss the way he avoided her eyes as he did so. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, and that they referred to you as - referred to you the way they did."
She chewed her lip for a moment. "You know hearing stuff like that doesn't make me think any differently of you, right?"
He smiled at her now, and this looked to be almost genuine. "Of course, Tonks."
"Okay, good." Her arm brushed against his again; he really was standing quite close to her. "Well," she continued, grinning, "at least we got a drink out of the ordeal, eh? Maybe we should do this again sometime. But no Death Eaters next time, just the two of us." She flushed as soon as she realized how that sounded. It wasn't that she didn't want to do this again with him - and she did quite want to do this again, but for real, not under the pretense of an Order mission - but she had only just started to try and figure out how best to navigate whatever sort of mess of feelings was going on between them. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off now, just when she was trying to make sense of the whole thing.
He turned to face her completely now, and she felt her breath catch in her throat at the way he was looking at her. For weeks now, she'd wondered if he noticed whatever it was that was between them. She knew there was something there. But she wondered if he was really aware, if he knew that she felt the same way. And now, as he looked at her, she knew that he did. Her heart was still pounding with adrenaline from their close call, though the way her stomach was flipping now had to do with something else entirely.
"Tonks?"
"Yes, Remus?"
He stared at her a moment longer, signs of a brief internal struggle flashing almost undetected across his face. She looked up at him, silently willing him to ask the question that she wanted him to ask. He opened his mouth, snapping it shut again almost immediately, and she knew that she'd have to be the one to prod this along.
"Kiss me," she urged. "I want it, too. Please kiss -"
She was cut off as he suddenly pushed her up against the wall and pressed his mouth against hers. He kissed her roughly, sloppily, he tasted like gin, and she thought it might be the best thing to happen to her in a long time.
Suddenly he started to pull back, almost as soon as he had begun. "Tonks -" There was a trace of a question in his voice.
"Please don't stop, I've been waiting for this for ages," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and winding her fingers into his hair to keep him pressed as closely to her as possible. He groaned, the noise a low rumble in his throat; as her tongue stroked his, her teeth nipping lightly at his bottom lip. If she was being honest with herself, she'd been imagining this moment for awhile, and now she felt the flicker of arousal that usually accompanied her fantasies ignite low in her belly as he grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer to him.
She was barely aware of the rough brick digging into her back as he pressed himself more fully against her and she realized that he was hard. Even through layers of clothing, the feeling of his cock pressing against her belly sent a surge of arousal straight to her core. "Come home with me," she murmured against his lips.
He pulled back, and Tonks could tell immediately from the look on his face that he was as aroused as she was; there was no trace of doubt in his eyes now as he looked down at her, only want. This realization, as almost surprising as it was, gave her a shock of pleasure. "I would," he replied, voice gravelly, "but one of us needs to check back in at headquarters -"
"You check in," she replied breathlessly. "Check in with Sirius, tell him I went home, make up some drivel about wanting to check on me or that we need to discuss what happened tonight, and then come meet me." Remus had been to her flat once before - to do just that, in fact, checking in on her after a mission.
He looked at her searchingly for a moment. "Alright then," he said, nodding. He stepped back, and they moved further into the alleyway so that they could safely apparate.
"Come meet me," she said again. "I mean it." He nodded, and then turned on his heel and was gone.
Back in her flat, she paced nervously for several minutes, making a few distracted attempts to pick up some of the clutter that always managed to find its way to the front entryway. She paused once in front of the mirror, screwing her face up and morphing back to her regular pink. That was one of the things she liked about Remus; he'd mentioned a few times that he liked her hair pink. He liked her. He liked her as she liked herself. For who she was, not for what she could do. That was refreshing, appealing.
But was he going to come back? Remus was an overthinker; in the heat of the moment, she'd seen it clearly on his face, how much he'd wanted this, too - how much he'd wanted her. But once he got back to headquarters, once he was in the cold, dingy house, once he had spoken to Sirius who was, no doubt, waiting up by the fire with a glass of whiskey as he often did when the two of them were sent out on late-night missions - would he still want it? Or rather, would he allow himself to want it? Had she just buggered everything up and scared him off forever?
She was startled out of her anxious musings by a knock on the door. She opened it to find Remus standing in front of her doorway. He'd come.
"What's my favorite candy?" she asked, voice trembling only slightly.
"Pink coconut ice from Honeydukes," he answered with a small smile. "Which muggle author was I reading in the library when you came in before our last meeting?"
"E.M. Forster," she answered. "You came."
"I did." He suddenly looked slightly unsure, and she threw the door open wide before he could start to change his mind. "Only if I'm still -"
"Of course you're still welcome, I was afraid you wouldn't but I was really hoping you would. Come in." He stepped into her flat, and as she shut the door and re-did the security charms, she could feel his eyes on her. She turned around again, and they were still for a moment, only looking at each other. Everything felt more real, more bare, more vulnerable now, the two of them alone in her flat.
Remus chewed his lip, his brow furrowing as it always did when he was thinking; he seemed again to be on the verge of trying to say something that he couldn't make himself say. And so Tonks knew that it would be up to her again.
"I want you, Remus." Forward, to the point; that was usually how she operated, so why should this be any different? Still, for a brief moment she was afraid she'd made a mistake; but then Remus met her eyes again, and the desire in them was unmistakable.
"I do, too," he said quietly.
She wasn't sure who moved towards the other first, but suddenly, they were entwined in a passionate embrace for the second time that evening. He kissed her even more desperately than he had in the alleyway, and she couldn't remember the last time she had wanted someone so badly.
"Bedroom?" she managed, and he nodded before she practically dragged him down the hallway to her room.
They undressed frantically between hungry, messy kisses, neither one of them willing to move away from the other longer than it took to quickly strip off an article of clothing until finally they were both completely naked. Tonks backed up, pulling him down on the bed with her.
He kissed his way down her neck, down her breasts, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around as she moaned. She tightened her grip in his hair, holding his head there, until he continued his pathway down her abdomen with his mouth, pressing soft, wet kisses to the skin of her belly. He reached her hip, sucking lightly on the skin above her pelvic bone before continuing down, down, even further down until his lips were ghosting over her inner thigh just above her knee.
"Tonks," he murmured against her skin.
"Mmm?" she managed, unsure if he was attempting a question or not. His hair was tickling one of her thighs, the stubble on his cheeks scratching pleasantly against the other as he continued to mouth gently at her skin. Her arousal was bordering on painful now.
"I just want to be honest with you - I haven't done this with a woman in quite awhile, so I likely won't last long. And so..." he gently traced a light path with his tongue, higher up her thigh, until he was nearly to the crease of where her leg met her hip. She felt as if all the air had escaped her lungs. "I don't want you to be disappointed."
"Definitely won't be, seeing as you're off to a great start already," she managed. "No pressure, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed. "But still. I'd like both of us to enjoy this, so may I...?" he trailed off now, and it was apparent what he wanted to do as his lips brushed against her. The feeling of his breath so close to her center was making it nearly impossible to vocalize any of the thoughts that were moving sluggishly through her head.
"Be my guest," she replied with a grin. "You might be interested to know that I've thought about this exact scenario a number of times, in fact, so you can imagine how happy I am that it's coming to fruition."
"Are you now?" he replied teasingly, smirking even as his cheeks colored slightly. But she didn't get a chance to answer before she finally felt his tongue where she most wanted it. He circled his tongue slowly around her clit, glancing up to gauge her reaction as he did so, and the experience of making eye contact with him while his face was between her thighs was nearly too much for her.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, reaching down to tug on his hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You're so good."
He groaned at her praise, and reached one of his hands that had been holding her waist down between his own legs as he kneeled on the bed between hers; she felt a sudden thrill of pleasure as she realized he was touching himself now, stroking his cock as his tongue lapped at her. He stopped suddenly, and she nearly whined at the loss of sensation.
"Sorry, is that okay if I -?"
"Yes, it's fucking hot, keep doing everything you're doing," she replied hurriedly. He grinned at her, and she was struck by how much younger he looked when he did so; he then immediately resumed his ministrations between her thighs, left hand simultaneously resuming its stroking motion between his own legs.
She felt warmth pooling in her belly as he continued to lick her, his movements sloppier now; one hand remaining tangled in his hair to keep his face pressed against her, she reached her other hand up to fondle her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between her fingers as his tongue continued to stroke her clit.
"Fuck, keep doing that," she panted. He grabbed her hips with both hands now, pinning her down as she started to squirm. "Don't stop, Remus. You're so good. Your mouth is so good. You're so fucking sexy. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me. I loved seeing you touch your cock like that, it's so fucking hot. I can't wait to - to - oh, fuck ." Her babbled stream of filthy encouragement broke off into a cry of pleasure as she came, her back arching up off the bed, pulling on Remus' hair in a way she was certain was painful, though judging by the way he was moaning against her as his tongue continued to gently work her through her orgasm, he didn't seem to mind it.
He gently kissed his way back up her body as her breathing slowed, and she grabbed his head to pull him down for another kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and she realized that her orgasm had done little to dull the ache between her legs.
"Was that okay?" he asked quietly between kisses.
"That was more than okay," she replied, drawing back with a grin. "By the way, if my filthy talk is too much -"
"No, I - I quite liked it," he admitted, flushing slightly.
"Then why don't you get on with shagging me and see what I have to say about that?" she replied. He laughed, slipping a hand between her legs to perform a quick contraceptive charm before moving over her to settle between her thighs; she felt his erection brush against her, and she had to bite her lip against a moan.
"Are you sure this is alright? That you want this?"
"I want this very much. Do you?"
"I do; of course I do." Looking into her eyes, he reached down now to position himself against her center, and then he slowly pushed inside her, holding her gaze the entire time. A groan tumbled from his lips as his hips pressed completely against hers.
"You feel - fuck, you feel good," he said, his voice husky. "Tonks, I really - I don't think I'm going to last very -"
"I don't care," she said breathlessly. "Your cock feels so good; please just fuck me, Remus, don't worry about - oh, fuck." He'd started to rock his hips against hers, and she hooked her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his the small of his back. He let out a quiet moan as the new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper. "Fuck, Remus, right there - harder -"
He lowered his face now to press his lips to hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, groaning into her mouth as he picked up the pace of his thrusting. Tonks felt another thrill of pleasure at how frantically he was fucking her now, their moans becoming louder and nearly drowning out the knocking of the headboard against the wall. Whenever she'd fantasized about their first time shagging, this is exactly what she'd wanted, but she'd figured he'd be more cautious, more gentle and hesitant. She'd have enjoyed that as well, and she secretly hoped they'd have many more opportunities to discover many different flavors of sex with one another in the future, but right now she couldn't help but feel slightly awed that she had the privilege of watching Remus Lupin come undone as he fucked her senseless into the mattress.
"Fuck, just like that - harder, Remus, I want you to fuck me till you come. I want you to come for me." She could feel his arms start to tense up; one of his hands had wound its way into her hair, and his grip tightened, tugging on the pink locks.
"Fuck, Tonks," he grunted, his voice rough. "I'm close. I'm - should I -"
"Come inside me," she urged. "I want you to come inside me."
He thrust even deeper inside her two or three more times, and then dropped his head to her shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to her neck and moaning against the damp skin there as he came.
He remained inside her for several moments, and she could feel his heart pounding from his chest pressed against hers. He gently pulled out of her now, and rolled over so that he was propped up on his side, facing her. He was gazing at her with a rather dazed look on his face, though she was alarmed to notice the appearance of the crease between his brows as he pondered something.
"Before you go on worrying, I just want to say that that was bloody fantastic," she said, a hint of warning to her voice as he opened his mouth. "And no, I don't regret anything." His mouth snapped shut promptly, and now it looked as if he was holding back a laugh.
"Sorry, Tonks. You know me too well," he replied rather sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I just...it's just that..."
Her face softened. "I'm just teasing, but I don't want you to feel anxious about anything. What's wrong, Remus?"
"You don't...don't get me wrong, I quite enjoyed myself, I just don't want you to regret...well, you know. Because of what I am."
"Remus," she scoffed. "What kind of person do you think I am? Of course I don't regret it. In fact, I'd like to keep doing this regularly, if that's something you'd be up for. I'm rather a fan of orgasms, as I'm sure you are as well." She yawned now, and he chuckled as she tucked herself against his shoulder.
She looked up to see him grin now, a look of relief washing over his face as he slid an arm around her. "I would certainly be up for that. This was - this was really nice. Thank you, Tonks." He dropped a quick kiss to her forehead, and Tonks remarked at how natural it felt to have him in her bed, to curl up under his arm against her pillows as if they hadn't been mere colleagues and friends a few hours prior. She wasn't sure what they would be now, but that was a conversation for tomorrow. For now, she was suddenly exhausted by the sex and the preceding dark wizard chase that had somehow landed them here, and so she contented herself with making idle chit chat with Remus until sleep would claim them both.