A/N: TPOV
Tonks lay on Severus' bed in a daze, loving the sound of his steady breathing, the steady pulse of his heart. They were sounds she could listen to forever, along with the more guttural moans and the confident orders she had heard earlier. Her body was deliciously sore. Her ass stung and her muscles ached. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to move from this spot. Lying here, in his arms, she felt safe. Hugging his arms closer, she snuggled into his body as drifted off to sleep.
Tonks woke up early, feeling more rested than she had in ages. She tried to continue to doze, not wanting to disturb the current peace she had found. Finally she knew she couldn't stay any longer and slipped quietly out of Severus' arms, not wanting to wake him any earlier than he wanted. She moved quietly across the floor. Not seeing her black pants on the equally dark floor her feet tangled briefly causing her to trip. She cursed in a hushed whisper, freezing before glancing over her shoulder. Severus shifted in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Tonks let out a sigh.
She looked around the room, truly seeing it for the first time. She could remember back when she had been a student at Hogwarts and Severus had been her potions professor at the time. She had been an average student, neither performing poorly enough or well enough to stand out among her classmates. Although she may not have made an impression as a student, Severus had indeed made an impression on her at the time. Even back then, he had seemed like a mystery. She remembered wondering what a man like that did for fun, what his personal space looked like. Now I know. She smiled inwardly, thinking of last night.
The space was warmer than she had expected, dark, yes but warmer. The wood was a mix between ebony and mahogany. The fireplace and the candlelit sconces on the wall would provide a warm glow on the deep green walls. As it was there was a very low glow from the embers in the fireplace. Tonks found her wand in the discarded pile of her clothing. She quietly rekindled the fire, allowing the heat to fight against the chill of the dungeon. Seeing the kettle off to the side she castaguamenti, filling the pot and placing it on the hook over the fire. As she looked around for tea she quickly realized that trying to find a simple breakfast blend in a potion's master's quarters could have dire consequences.
In the end she sent a request to the kitchen for dry tea and scones. On the end of the bed she noticed the folded blanket, picking it up and wrapping it around herself. Soon after, an elf appeared with a tray of scones and a selection of tea. She gently took the tray from the elf and whispered her thanks. Turning she realized Severus was awake and watching her closely. As she moved toward him, her hand holding the blanket let go, letting it fall. Placing the tray on the nightstand, she smiled warmly at him she crawled up on the bed.
"Morning, Sir."