A/N: TPOV
Unable to sleep, Tonks sat on her bed, legs crossed, book at her side, and parchment in hand. A quill was held in her right hand, the feathered end of which was being subconsciously run along her lips as she read down the list. She couldn't deny that she was a bit shocked when she had unrolled the parchment and realized it was about four feet in length. She couldn't have imagined how there were enough "activities", as Severus had called them, to fill up such space. However, here they were, listed alphabetically and in precise format.
The instructions at the top of the page indicated that beside each item, she was to list if she had ever participated in said activity and to rank her interest in such an activity. A zero meant that it was a "hard limit" and 1 meant it was a "soft limit", the numbers from 2-5 simply conveyed an increase in desire. If unsure she was to put "curious about".
Already, Tonks had needed to reference the book at her side a number of times, starting with the meanings of "hard" and "soft" limits. The rational side of her mind, that was continuing a diatribe it had started as soon as she was out of Severus' office, had given a sigh of relief. The persistent objections softening somewhat, when it had realized that there were limits and safeguards were in place. Anal sex…yes… she remembered when she had first tried it when dating a young man in the same class as her during auror training, the slight pain that transformed into a very pleasurable fullness and friction …4…er, 5. The fumbling romance had long since dissolved, but she remembered those nights fondly. Her face heated slightly when she remembered that Severus would indeed be reading this list, glancing at the book she remembered its emphasis on trust and honesty. She left her ranking where it was, the warmth in her cheeks just as steadfast.
Continuing down the list, ranking as necessary, she was becoming well aware that safe guards may not always be enough. Asphyxiation?... Blood play? Her mind immediately flashed to one of her first cases as an auror that involved blood magic and its dark uses. A shiver worked its way up her back. She scrawled "no" and a zero next to it. The line disappeared, reappearing at the bottom under its respective "limits" column.
Collars…a smirk tugged at her lips as she noticed a growing theme when it came to her and Severus…no, 4?... Electricity?...Her eyes widened slightly at seeing something so muggle-based on the list. No, Curious about. Fire play…No, Curious about. Tonks found herself shaking her head and wrinkling her nose at any of the items that mentioned or hinted at bathroom use. She sincerely hoped, as she wrote 'no, 0', that he felt the same way. High heels…yes…it was a terrible idea then and is a terrible idea now and back then I was simply trying to walk…so….yes, 1?
As the list went on she was surprising herself with both how short her limits lists were and how long her "curious about" list was becoming. She never would have guessed that so many of these items would be on a list associated with pleasure. Although more than a fair share of the items caused a certain amount of fear and apprehension inside her, she was equally intrigued with the prospect of how they could be used to reach a pleasurable goal. Furthermore, with the fear came an increase in heart rate, a giddy recklessness, and a type of electric alive feeling along her skin. She had never denied that she lived for thrills and adrenaline, it was why she had been drawn to becoming an auror in the first place, now, looking at the parchment in her lap, she found herself being drawn to the items scrawled across the page.
Yawning she put the parchment aside. There were still a few items she didn't understand and would need to owl Severus about before she could finish the list. She also figured going over it the next day a few times wouldn't be such a bad idea. As she flicked her wand to extinguish the lamps around the room, she saw the report that she needed to complete for the Order. Sighing she realized tomorrow would be a day of paperwork, only one of which she was actually looking forward to.