Thursday, 24 October 1991
Tonks and Remus stood outside the house. She peered up at him, searching his face for guidance. Her first real date had felt like a success, and she had read enough novels to know that after dates, there were often additional activities that accompanied them.
Activities that she now knew all about.
"It depends," Remus said, his eyes fixed on hers. "Did you have a nice time?"
Tonks nodded quickly. "Did you?"
Remus smiled at her, with that boyish grin that he'd sported most of the night. "Would you like to do this again?"
"I'd like that a lot."
Remus's eyes flashed down to her mouth and back up to her eyes. "If this were any other first date," he said, "and it went well, I'd ask you if I could kiss you goodnight."
"But it's not any other first date?" she said. "Because we're married?"
"No, and I wouldn't have brought you here, to my home." Remus appeared to struggle to keep his eyes on hers, but Tonks didn't mind the way that he glanced at her lips and even her chest. "I never brought a date here. This is a first for me."
"Because they were Muggles and you have magic here?"
"And privacy," Remus added. "I don't always remember to shut off the Floo."
Tonks briefly wondered if the Floo was shut off that night, but if it wasn't, she could do it in a moment.
"What would happen if this was my house?" she asked, imagining herself in a little flat like the one her friend had in Newcastle.
A hungry gleam shone in Remus's eyes. "You might ask me inside for a nightcap," he said slowly, "if you wanted to spend more time with me."
"What would happen if I said no?"
Remus closed his eyes. When he opened them, the hunger had dissipated and given way to something like fear.
"I would go on my way," he replied tightly. "Respect what you wanted from me . . . or didn't want."
Tonks nodded. It was just like Remus to be respectful. "And," she said quietly, "what would happen if a date invited you into her house?"
Remus took a sharp breath. "Sometimes we'd just talk . . . other times there would be more."
It didn't take long for Tonks to understand what Remus meant by 'more.'
"Oh . . . oh. "
Tonks felt her stomach drop at the idea of Remus being invited into another woman's house. But it shouldn't matter to her; she had his mother's ring on her finger.
"If you had gone on a date with me before," Tonks asked, unsure, "would you have wanted me to invite you inside?"
"Yes," Remus replied instantly. "I would've been hoping for that."
The sensation of Cornish pixies flapping their wings was back in her stomach.
"Well, this is your house," Tonks said, "and I wouldn't want to tell you not to come in. But if it was my house . . . I would want you to come in with me."
Remus's gaze flickered down at her chest, and his gaze dragged up from there to her eyes. "It's up to you if we continue our date," he said softly. "If you want to call it a night here, plan for the next one, or . . ."
"Or what?"
"If you were someone I was dating . . . I wouldn't want to pressure you into going further. We're past that, in our way. We're married, we've slept together . . . we're trying to have a child. I want you to know . . . if you wanted to go to bed with me as your date, not just to try for a baby . . . I'd respect your decision to slow down or stop until . . ."
"Is sex much different if you're on a date?" Tonks asked.
"It might mean more to us," said Remus, gazing at her thoughtfully.
It was hard for Tonks to imagine how sex could be different with Remus. He was always gentle and made her feel things she didn't know she could feel. Compared to the stories she'd heard from others, she was sure it was as good as it could get.
That didn't stop her from being curious about more.
"Can you show me?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from him to hide her wanton desires.
"Show you?"
Tonks raised her eyes, glad that it was dark and he couldn't see her flaming cheeks. "If I was your, er, girlfriend? What you would do differently?"
A low rumble escaped from Remus's lips. His eyes darkened and his hand found her waist.
"We should go inside."
A tingle of anticipation struck Tonks like a bolt of lightning.
Remus opened the door for her. She heard him click it closed behind her, and when she turned around to face him, she found herself pinned between the entry wall and his body.
"If you were mine," Remus whispered, bringing his lips down to Tonks's ear, "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you."
Tonks gasped when Remus captured her mouth in a kiss. It wasn't like their other kisses, soft and tentative, but hungry and desperate. His tongue traced a path along the seam of her lips, and she gave him entry, letting him taste her all the more. His hands traveled lower, until he was lifting the edge of her dress and squeezing the tender skin of her thighs.
Remus spread her knees apart with his leg. Somehow she was on her tiptoes and straddling his thigh, and she felt him, hot and hard against her hip.
It only made sense to rut against him, searching for relief for the ache that had formed between her legs.
But he let go too soon for Tonks's liking or release. His pupils were dilated and his breath was heavy, and he leaned against the wall, his body trembling around hers.
"I want to earn that," Remus rasped. "I want to be yours. Not just legally."
Tonks's hand had found his hip. She had his shirt bunched in her fist as her heart rate slowed, and her feet hit the ground.
"What," she exhaled, "do you mean?"
"I want you to be sure of me—of us—" Remus's breathing steadied as he spoke. "I don't want to take liberties where they're not wanted. You asked me to show you—I want to, more—but not yet. Not until you say so."
Tonks loosened her grip on his shirt. With one spectacular kiss, she was sure she didn't want to slow down or stop. She wanted everything Remus could give her. As good as Remus had been to her, however, she wasn't sure she was ready to give him what he wanted.
"You don't need to answer now," he murmured. He took her face in his hand and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "We can keep everything as it was . . . or . . ."
"What if—"
Tonks hadn't realized she had been breathless too, or how violently her heart had been beating. Remus held her face. His eyes had softened; the insatiable hunger had given way to tender warmth.
"If?" Remus said softly.
"What if we do it like it's a date . . . a first date?"
Remus blew a puff of air in her face and his lips quirked up in a corner. "First dates for me don't usually end like that."
"Third date?" Tonks suggested, watching Remus's nose twitch in amusement. "Fifth? Seven—"
"It's not about numbers, darling," Remus interjected, with a chuckle. "It's about how you feel."
"I feel . . ." Tonks took a shaky breath. "I want it to be like we're really dating. Like . . . like you're my b-boyfriend."
Remus's lips found hers for an unexpected, but gentle kiss. "In that case," he murmured, after he kissed her breathless, "would you like me to stay the night?"
Tonks nodded furiously at him.
"After you, then," he said, as he stepped aside.
Tonks reached for his hand, not knowing how to lead a man to a bedroom that was originally his, but she summoned the courage she knew she had to walk her husband-turned-temporary-boyfriend the short distance from their entry door to their bedroom.
"Now do we—"
Remus lifted her chin with his hand. "Tell me what you want. That's all you need to do. There's no right or wrong here."
Tonks tugged on his shirt to draw him closer. "Can we kiss please?"
She could feel Remus's smile on her lips as he obliged to her request, and it emboldened her to help him shrug off his jacket. It fell to the floor in a heap, and it was soon joined by his shirt and vest, leaving him shirtless for her to enjoy.
Tonks's fingertips traced patterns on his back, waist, and chest as he kissed her. His hand had crept closer to her backside. She nipped at his lower lip to tease him, having learned previously that he liked it when she did that, and he responded immediately by squeezing the soft flesh under her skirt.
"Let me take these off—" Tonks gasped, between kisses, and tugged at the tights underneath her dress. They were charmed to roll off easily, without tears or rips, and they were kicked off unceremoniously into the pile where Remus's clothes had landed.
The tartan dress came off next, and when Tonks pulled on Remus's belt buckle a moment later, he didn't hesitate to take everything else off.
It left Tonks feeling overdressed with her bra and matching satin knickers (an impulse buy), but Remus didn't seem to mind as he gently guided her onto their bed to continue their previous activity.
"Beautiful, you're so beautiful," he praised, with his thumbs rubbing the lace that hid her nipples. He kissed a path along the swell of her breasts, up to her collarbone and neck, until his lips met hers again. He held her by the small of her back, pressing her against his body so she could feel him throbbing for her, but it appeared he was in no rush to address his desire.
Tonks's palm rested on his bare hip. In the two months they'd been together, she'd held his cock many times, but it always felt purposeful: she had never grabbed him just to see him enjoy the sensation, or to learn what else would make him feel good. It took her by surprise, how much she wanted him to enjoy what she could do for him, how eager she was to make Remus forget anyone who came before her.
As they kissed, she let her palm creep down his thigh. He shivered under her touch when her fingertips crept closer to his cock, and when she finally closed her hand around him, he gasped.
"Is this okay?" Tonks whispered. Remus nodded, his forehead pressed against hers, and his hand went back to squeeze her bum while she stroked him. "And tell me if I'm doing it wrong, please?"
"Faster," he panted, and she obliged, watching in amazement as his head fell back with a pleasured moan.
Remus's breath was hot and heavy in Tonks's ear. He exhaled harshly as his fingers dug into her flesh and his body jolted when she rubbed her thumb under the tender skin of his tip.
"Fuck, yes, just like that, Nym—"
"Dora," breathed Tonks, "call me Dora."
" Dora, " he growled, and then his mouth was on hers and he was grinding up into her hand. " My Dora."
"Oh, Remus, Remus—"
"Stop," he gasped, letting go of her lips and covering her hand with his own.
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't want to—" He shuddered and took a breath. "I'm not ready for this to be over yet."
"Oh?"
"If you'll allow me to give you what you need," he said, slipping his fingers underneath her waistband, "I'd very much like that."
" Oh ," Tonks gasped, as his barely-there touch inspired jolts of pleasure from her center. "M-m-more—"
A low rumble erupted in Remus's chest when she reached down to rip off her knickers, but he had already looped his fingers around the edges and brought them down himself.
"If you don't mind—"
"Take my bra off," she commanded, and Remus reached around to unclasp the last of the fabric separating them.
"Dora, Dora, Dora," he murmured, kissing his way down from her collarbone to her breasts.
The way he said her name, reverently and adoringly, made her think he could even make Nymphadora sound good.
And as they kissed, with Remus teasing her and his fingertips only grazing her skin, Tonks wondered what it would be like for him to have his tongue on her. He had offered many times; was it something he liked? Was it something that would hurt? Would it be selfish to ask?
Was it something she could ask of a boyfriend?
Remus was barely applying enough pressure to pleasure her when it was her turn to separate from his lips.
"Remus," she panted, throwing caution to the wind, "I want—I want to try something—"
"Yes?" he said eagerly. "Anything, anything you want, sweetheart."
Tonks felt like she'd melted into a puddle. Remus looked so earnestly at her. It was always that look when they were together, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Will you—wouldyoutrythatthingwithyourmouth?"
Remus's eyes widened in surprise. Tonks thought she'd made a mistake, but his lips slowly curled up into a smile.
"Really?" he asked, his grin only growing wider. "Is that something you want to try?"
"Only a little," Tonks said, in a small voice, feeling her face flushing. "If it hurts—"
"I won't let it hurt." Remus took her cheek in his hand and brought his lips down to hers for another kiss. "Lay back and let me take care of you."
Gentle kisses formed a trail from her knee to her center. The anticipation was growing; Remus looked up at her, his warm eyes as kind as ever, his lips never leaving her skin, his breath heavy against her thighs. Tonks knew that he wouldn't hurt her; they'd done so much already, and not once had he hurt her or made her feel badly.
"Are you sure about this—"
"Positive," Remus answered, between kisses. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to feel as if we need to rush anything, even on a date."
"I'm sure," Tonks breathed. Remus's face was between her legs and she didn't know why it was inspiring so much heat. "I want to try this."
"Good." Remus kissed her thighs again, so close to her center, and glanced back up at her. "I've wanted to do this since our first night together."
More warmth flooded throughout Tonks's body. It had been odd to hear him say something like that on the night they were married. But now, after some time being married and a spectacular date, it seemed natural for him to tell her how much he wanted her.
"I'll be gentle, Tonks," promised Remus, with his lips hovering over the thatch of pink curls between her legs. "If you don't like it, just tell me."
Tonks nodded and watched Remus's tongue part her flesh. It was the strangest sensation, and then the tip of his tongue had found her clit—
"Oh!" She gasped, unprepared for the shock of pleasure that overcame her.
"Stop?" Remus asked, his face full of concern.
Tonks shook her head. "No, keep—more—"
Remus returned with a smile on his lips. His palms spread her legs apart and then his tongue licked a long stripe, causing her to make a truly undignified sound.
Why had she waited this long to feel this kind of pleasure?
Tonks tasted sweeter than Remus imagined.
A single swipe along her clit was all he needed to become addicted to her scent and taste. Her thighs came up over his shoulders and pressed on either side of his head, turning him on further, and all he could do was lavish attention on his wife's wet heat.
Greedy bastard, he thought to himself as he feasted on her. He was going to take it more slowly, to be gentler with her while they "dated," and here he was, like a man dying of thirst between Tonks's legs.
Yet how could he have resisted when she asked him to go down on her?
Remus was lost in Tonks. The smell of her arousal and the saltiness of her skin filled his nose. Her desperate panting reached his waiting ears. His hand came up to hold one of her trembling breasts. Her peaks were erect for him, and while his thumb flicked one, his other hand held Tonks's thigh in place while he indulged in her essence.
One day, he mused, he would use his fingers and tongue to really wow her, but he was content to use his tongue only while she discovered the sensations he could give her.
"Please, Remus," Tonks whimpered frantically, her back arching as she thrashed for him, "please don't stop."
Remus groaned into her heat; she became wetter and wetter under his ministrations and her hands scrambled for purchase on the bed. He sucked on her sensitive flesh as the tip of his tongue flicked her clit in a dance that was making Tonks cry out like he'd never heard before.
"Yes, Dora, yes," he hissed against her wet flesh. His own cock was throbbing, aching for friction to relieve him, but nothing would stop him now, not when he had his wife at the edge of her climax.
And she even let him call her Dora!, he thought jubilantly.
"Oh—oh— oh—"
A high-pitched, euphoric shriek erupted from Tonks's mouth. Remus felt her pulse underneath his tongue, but he raised his eyes, watching his gasping wife's hair cascade in a dazzling rainbow against the white pillow. Soft, gentle licks carried her through her release.
A smug sense of satisfaction soared through Remus's body as he lapped at the fount of his wife's pleasure; no other man would ever have the privilege of pleasuring her like this.
Remus eased the movement of his tongue and began pressing soft kisses to the inside of Tonks's thighs. A sheen of sweat covered her glowing body. Her breasts trembled in the aftermath of her euphoria. Her hair, still radiating color, had grown long, creating an iridescent arc across the white sheets.
"Wow," she rasped. Her eyelids fluttered open and she met Remus's gaze.
"How was that, darling?"
"Brilliant."
Remus grinned and rested his chin on her abdomen. "You're incredible," he said, as Tonks stretched her hand out to run her nails through his hair. He crawled up on all fours, never breaking eye contact with her, and covered her lips with his.
The wind was nearly knocked out of him when Tonks wrapped her palm around his cock again. He gasped into her mouth, unprepared for her playful touch so soon after she'd stroked him.
"Dora," Remus choked out, feeling his endurance failing him, "I'm not going to last."
Tonks let go of him and peered up with wide eyes. "Does that mean—"
Remus nodded and lined himself up with her entrance. "If—if you're ready—"
"Wait—" Tonks sat up. "Do you want me to be on top?"
"Only if—"
"I want to," Tonks said breathily. "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to."
Remus felt a boyish, toothy grin forming on his face. As uncomfortable as he felt, with the pressure building for too long, he got on his back and watched his wife straddle him. She sank down slowly, sheathing him into her perfect body, and rested her hands on his chest with a victorious smile.
"You like that, huh?" Tonks twisted her hips around, taking Remus's breath away with the sensation around his cock.
"Y . . . es," he croaked, rendered speechless by the sight of her breasts bouncing above him, focusing all his effort on making it more than thirty seconds inside her.
"You're really cute like this," she teased, as she gyrated in a way that made him sure he was dreaming.
No one had ever called him 'cute,' let alone called him that when his cursed body was on full display.
"Whatever," he gasped, when Tonks began riding him in earnest, "you say."
Remus gripped her hips and helped her shift up and down, up and down, up and down, while he thrust up into her. Self-control went out the window; how could he stop himself when a beautiful woman was eagerly fucking him?
Then, far too soon for his liking, Remus snapped his hips up and brought Tonks down with him as he came. Stars danced in his periphery; he felt Tonks rest her head on his chest, but he was still buried inside her, filling her with his seed.
Tonks's gentle voice drew Remus out of his post-coital bliss.
"Would you say we had a good date?" she asked, with her body still pressed against his.
Remus snorted and startled her. "That'd be an understatement."
Tonks lifted her head. Her deep twinkling eyes were bright, though her hair (now back to its vividest pink) was mussed and her cheeks were flushed.
"If you enjoyed it," Remus asked, tracing a lazy pattern along her spine with his fingertip, "would you like to go on another date with me?"
The smile on her face, the giddy one Remus had come to love along with everything else about his wife, was all he could hope to see.
It meant, much to Remus's astonishment, that he had a fighting chance at love.