I decided to do a couple more fillers. This one is called 'Remus', the next, 'Nymphadora', and then I will escalate back to the main storyline. A precaution - this is a tad bit "dirty" as my friend judged (who often likes to say "tryin' to catch Flip writing dirty!", as Flip is my nickname), so just take that as a heads-up. I wrote this in spite of my 3 AM I-can't-sleep-and-must-write syndrome, plus, I wanted a bit of a laugh. So, I had to do it… xD
Remus lay casually on the queen bed he shared with his wife, propped up on his pillows. He couldn't have fallen asleep even if every spell in the world had been put on him. The temptations kept him awake as usual: The oh-so-addictive activities that he could so easily fulfill with his right hand. Lately he'd been trying to turn himself away from such a thing. It was something he considered to be desperately counted on during times of dirty thinking or needs - counted on by scum. That was not the man he was. Remus John Lupin was not so low to sink to that horrible level.
But sometimes, he found that he just couldn't stop himself. Those times he'd shut himself up in his and Tonks's bedroom or bathroom to be alone seemed to be coming a bit too often than he'd have initially liked. That instant pleasure that he could easily generate on his own was almost too much to ask for. And in the aftermath of these times - a couple times, Tonks had even popped in on him in the process, forcing incredible embarrassment upon him - he would feel an immense amount of guilt weighing itself upon his shoulders. Most times he didn't feel satisfied of his odd cravings at all, it was more shame of himself that he was feeling.
Tonight, he lay on his side of the bed and watched his pregnant wife sleep soundly as she faced him. He found the slight snoring grunts she made every so often rather cute, and it brought that usual gentle, laid-back smile to his tired face. But he couldn't take his eyes off her breasts, which were practically hanging out of the long-sleeved v-neck she usually slept in. He rubbed his face, trying to forgive himself for thinking such dirty thoughts, but he still felt as if he could die from such horrible temptation at hand, if it is possible to exaggerate so far.
His eyes wandered around the room aimlessly; to the dresser where his black, patched-up traveling cloak lay beside the sweater he'd received for Christmas; to the pile of his clothes that he had carelessly tossed onto the floor while getting ready for bed that evening, which had marked two weeks they'd been at Tonks's mother's house; back to Tonks, whose stomach he glared at anxiously because he couldn't wait any longer for the baby to arrive; and finally, to the bathroom door, where his eyes stopped and stared at the doorknob hungrily. He bit his lip so hard he might have bitten straight through as he wondered whether or not he would give into himself tonight.
He glanced back at Tonks again, who was still sleeping soundly under the blankets, and then back at the wretched bathroom door, inviting him inside where he would once again attempt to go on a joy ride. The doorknob seemed to wink and smile at him, as if it would lure him in. Feeling those all-too-familiar nerves jumping, Remus sighed and slowly, carefully eased himself off the mattress, being extra-careful not to disturb his wife. He crept across the room and snuck bathroom, walking as if he were stepping on clouds. He turned the light on and rushed in after he pushed the door shut behind him, feeling as if he had to hurry. But he failed to realize that he hadn't completely closed and locked the door like he usually did to secure his privacy.
Moving quickly, he put down the lid of the toilet and sat down on it awkwardly, but the urge burning just below his waistline told him to forget about his doubts. He stared at the horrible flowery wallpaper on the bathroom walls that Andromeda had to have picked out. The pink flowers appeared to be staring at him and he felt strange, as if he were being watched. He paused to think; was he really going to get himself involved in this again? The image of her breasts fell into his mind and he couldn't stop himself this time; he let his hand dive under the waistband of his pajama pants as he gave into himself.
It wasn't long before he was escalated into a world of immense pleasurable feelings, falling down on top of him like rain. It was the only thing he could do, sadly, but it satisfied him - a bit too much, at that. He was nearly addicted to it, and he couldn't kick the habit. But a sly, mischievous grin came across his scarred features in the midst of it, and he ran his other hand through his thick hair, feeling a bit overdramatic in the process, but still loving every second of his alone time at three o'clock in the morning.
That is, he did until he felt two undeniably recognizable hands snake their way up his backbone and relax on his broad shoulders, the same two slender hands that had explored the unmentionable parts of his body, and the same two clever hands that had once slapped him across the face. At that familiar touch, he gasped, startled, and he yanked his hand up as fast as he could. A voice that lit his sense on fire whispered into his ear, "Wotcher."
Remus sighed as waves of embarrassment crashed over him and he could only feel utter shame and humiliation at being snuck up on by his own wife, deep in the midst of his privacy, the privacy he needed to fulfill his hunger for sex. He felt his cheeks burn violently red, as if he were a thirteen-year-old boy being caught by his mother in a situation like this, only here, the mother was being played by his own wife.
"Listen, I know you want to," began Tonks quietly, gently rubbing his tense shoulders while she spoke, "and you know that we can't. But my goodness, Remus, can't you be just a bit more patient?"
Remus could tell by Tonks's tone of voice that she sounded more exasperated than angry with him, and at that observation he guessed that he wasn't in trouble. He said quietly while still facing the wall, "I'm sorry, I…I just can't resist, you know, I'm a man; have you any idea how hard it is to go an entire nine months without it?" He felt awkward and still embarrassed.
But he could feel her smile as she pressed her lips to his cheek in a kiss, and right then and there he knew that she was obviously finding his humiliation rather funny. "That's a cheap excuse and you know it," she teased him gently.
"You wouldn't know what it's like," he told her defensively.
"No, I wouldn't," replied Tonks with an air of admittance, "but I would prefer it if you laid low until this baby is born and we can actually do it again. I'm not necessarily happy with the fact that you're coming in here late at night to do Merlin knows what, Remus. That's not the man I married." It was as if she could read his mind with that statement.
Remus turned around at long last to look at her, unable to stand hearing her voice without seeing her beautiful face. Her somewhat reassuring, yet loving smile caused him to return it with interest. She looked incredibly tired, but her eyes sparkled energetically: Her favorite pastime was poking fun at him in times like these.
"Dora," he said gently, her name a blessing upon his lips as he was reminded he was, in fact, her husband. It was as if what had just happened hadn't ever taken place as his chocolate eyes locked onto her currently-hazel eyes.
"Remus," said Tonks respectively, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up with her as she stood. For a moment, she looked as if she was about to kiss him and he licked his lips expectantly, but she turned him towards the sink. "Wash your filthy hands and get back to bed. In the meantime, I've really got to go, so get out of here…You didn't make a mess in here, did you? Oh, Remus, what in Merlin's name am I going to do with you…"
"What - I didn't make a mess!" Remus argued, feeling his cheeks heat up again. "It's just - not even a little bit - "
"Go to bed!" Tonks laughed, and he couldn't help letting another mischievous grin play across his lips as he quickly rinsed off his hands, then going back to their bed to leave his wife alone. And Merlin, was he glad he wasn't in trouble…
Yes or no? Sorry if you didn't want to read anything dirty - remember, I wrote this in spite of myself, and anyone who was CRAVING to hear about this kind of thing…Hee.