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said_scarlett) wrote2005-08-26 08:01 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2005-08-26 08:01 pm
Remus/Tonks Fic and Gif!
Title: Pre-Coital Calamities
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Rating: R
Summary: Things don't always go as planned, and that's alright.
Genre: Humor, Romance
Wordcount: 1866
This was it. Tonks smoothed down her loose cotton pajama bottoms and checked her reflection in the mirror.
I really ought to lay off the late night ice cream, she thought, running her hands over the round swell of her tummy. She always said that but she never did, and it never bothered her enough to force her to make the effort. Or to use her abilities to flatten her stomach without the effort. If Remus didn’t care about a couple of extra pounds, she certainly couldn’t be bothered about it.
Hair, check. Clean breath, check. Easy to remove bra and knickers, check. Tonks shoved her toothbrush into her mouth once more, more worried about mucky breath than anything else. She pulled her lips back from her teeth, double checking that there was nothing stuck in them. She’d kept her usual short pink hair, scrubbed off her make-up and changed into her pajamas. In truth, she’d spent far longer in the loo than she needed to, but this sort of thing was nerve-wracking.
Buck up, Tonks, you’ll be fine.
Remus was out there in the bedroom, waiting. Was he nervous about this, too? Sure they’d fooled around a good bit and they’d both slept in the same bed, but this was sex. With each other. For the first time. He had to be nervous, it was impossible not to be!
Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction. The purple and yellow cotton camisole and bottoms contrasted vividly with Tonks’ pink hair, but she liked the effect. She turned on her heel, pink-painted toenails flashing against the dark wooden floor of the loo.
“Oi! Remus!”
Kicking open the door, Tonks stretched one arm over her head and leaned into the doorframe, thrusting one leg out in front of her in what she intended to be a sexy, pin-up pose.
The object of her affections was already stretched out on their bed, propped up on a pile of pillows and looking quite scholarly in red flannel pajamas with a thick and heavy looking book open in front of him.
“Ah, Tonks, I was wondering if you’d fallen in.” The book was set aside and Remus folded his hands over his waist, head cocked to the side as he watched her. Well, it wasn’t exactly the response she’d been looking for but he hadn’t ignored her. He was probably just nervous. Pushing off from the doorframe and intending to strut across the room, Tonks caught her camisole top on a nail head, stumbling and cursing loudly.
“Fuck!” Except they weren’t, and they wouldn’t if she fell and broke her face.
“Are you alright?” Remus was halfway out of the bed by the time Tonks freed the lace edge of her top.
“Fine. Nail needs to be pounded in, though. Someone could hurt themselves on that.” Tossing her head, Tonks wasn’t about to let something like that spoil the mood for the evening. Adjusting her pajamas once more, she swaggered her hips as she crossed the room.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Remus asked, frowning. “You look like you’re limping…”
“I’m not limping!” Tonks cut out the hip swinging and plopped herself down on the edge of the bed. So here they were. Together. On the bed.
“I’ll see about taking care of that nail tomorrow then,” Remus said, scooting over to give her some room. “It seems there’s always something around here that needs fixing.”
“S’an old house,” Tonks said with a shrug, twisting and planting her hands on the mattress to look at Remus. The neck of her camisole fell forward, exposing her cleavage and the edge of her fuchsia laced bra. “So.”
“So,” Remus repeated, offering a small smile. He looked sleepy and worn, the lines of his face deepened in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Here we are.”
“Here we are.”
So far this wasn’t getting anywhere. Tonks shimmied up onto the bed, swinging one leg over Remus’ waist to straddle him. She sat on his thighs, shaggy pink hair falling in her face and one strap of her top slipping down her shoulder.
“Do you want any wine?” Remus offered, his hands moving to rest lightly on her hips. She shook her head, a small sigh escaping her lips as Remus’ thumbs made circles on the bare skin of her waist.
“That’s a relief, I didn’t quite want to displace you to go and get it.”
Tonks rolled her eyes as Remus chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss his lopsided grin. His hands moved up under her camisole, running over her back as they kissed. She fumbled at the buttons of his pajama top, fingers raking through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. This was all very familiar territory - he’d already gotten inside her bra at this point - but it was charged with the knowledge that he was getting a hell of a lot further.
Tonks nibbled along Remus’ lower lip, tugging at it with her teeth as he pulled her top up over her bra. Tonks lifted one arm up so he could pull it off all the way, supporting her weight on one arm and trying to get her tongue inside of Remus’ mouth before she had to pull away. The camisole was tugged over her head and left to hang off of her shoulder as they returned to kissing-with-tongues. Remus wasted no time in going for her breasts, cupping them through the thin material of her bra. She shivered and tossed the camisole aside, straddling him in her purple and yellow sleep bottoms and her fuchsia bra. She had to admit, she wasn’t too shabby in the bosom department - a nice round C that suited her nicely. Remus certainly seemed to like them.
Tonks leaned down, arms stretched out over Remus’ head to give his mouth her full attention. She wriggled against him, her pajama bottoms slipping down her hips. One of Remus’ hands moved to run over the curve of her arse, the other still squeezing her breast. She was breathing heavily now, Remus’ hand sliding up her back, fingertips running enticing touches over her bare skin before returning to her neglected breast.
“Hold on, just a tic….” Tonks lifted one leg to hook her toes in her loose bottoms, trying to pull them down without interrupting their kissing or Remus’ attention to her nipples. She dragged her foot down her leg, balancing on one knee and her hands. Remus’ fingers increased their pressure, his tongue rubbing against hers as she screwed her eyes shut and tried to drag her pajama bottoms off the rest of the way. Her toe caught in the soft material and she wobbled as she lost her balance. The sheets slid under her hands and she tumbled over onto her side and right off the bed onto her arse, her trousers around her ankles and her breasts half out of her bra.
“Fuck!”
“Tonks!” Remus rolled over, his concerned face level with Tonks’. “Tonks, good Merlin, are you alright?”
“Fine. Fine. Just bruised.” Well, that was probably the least smooth move any bedroom had ever seen. Tonks ran her hands through her hair and kicked her pajama bottoms off. Her knickers matched her bra, fuchsia edged in black lace.
“Are you sure? You took quite a tumble….”
“Remus, I’m fine. My bum’s nice and padded. Now… get naked.”
“How romantic.” Remus scooted back onto the bed and extended his hand to help Tonks up.
“If you’d wanted romance you ought to’ve lit some candles.” She scrambled back onto the bed in her undies and stretched out next to Remus. “Maybe laid out some rose petals,” she continued to tease. “Ran a bath for us, maybe. Or got a soppy girlfriend.”
“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice in girlfriends, now did I?” Remus teased back, sliding his arm around behind her shoulders.
“You haven’t told me to fuck off yet.” Tonks curled up into him, letting him play idly with her breast. This hadn’t gone anywhere near the way she’d planned it. She rested one hand on Remus’ bare chest, fingers tracing small patterns over skin and scars.
“And I don’t intend to.”
“Yeah?” Tonks tilted her head to look up at him, throwing one bare leg over his.
“Mmm-hmm. I’m rather fond of you. I still would have preferred to wait, but… well, I suppose I’d be a bit of a fool if I complained about a beautiful and charming young woman insisting I share her bed.”
“Especially since you’re so old.” Tonks grinned, rolling over to stretch out on top of him. “And poor.” She pushed his pajama top off.
“Which begs the question of what you see in me.” Remus’ hand slipped up to the clasp of her bra.
“Well, you’re smart.” She leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re sexy.” She kissed his chin. “You’re sweet.” She kissed his throat. “You’re strong. You’ve got a great bum. You don‘t care that I fall out of bed during sex.”
“Well, to be fair, we weren’t quite having sex yet…” One of Remus’ fingers popped the clasp of her bra.
“Well, if I haven’t killed the mood completely…”
“Of course you haven’t.” Remus slipped her bra off and sat up, a concerned look on his face that really had no place when they were about to get intimate. “Why would you think you’ve killed the mood?”
“Oh, I don’t know… falling on my arse out of bed?” Tonks sat back on her thighs, naked now save for her knickers. She’d fallen out of the bed! This was their first time together, and while she hadn’t wanted roses and flowers, she hadn’t wanted to make an idiot of herself either!
“I thought you looked rather cute, actually.” Remus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. “Really, it’s going to take quite a bit more than toppling out of the bed to put me off. If I didn’t want to be with you, Tonks, and I didn’t find you fetching, I wouldn’t be with you right now. And we’re still very much half naked in bed, and I’d still very much like to make love to you.” Remus flushed here, glancing down as though nervous. “If, of course, you‘d like to.”
Tonks just shook her head and kissed him. What did she see in him? If he couldn‘t see it himself, he was in need of a damn big mirror. He may have had a point about being old and poor, but those hardly mattered next to everything else. She was more than happy with old and poor, when they went hand in hand with completely amazing.
“Of course I still want to, you big ninny. You‘re a damn good man, Remus Lupin. And there‘s no one who could ever tell me different. And you wonder why I‘m in love with you.” Tonks wriggled out of her knickers and slithered down Remus’ body, popping the buttons on his trousers and pulling out his erection with a grin.
“And I promise I won’t fall out of bed again.”
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Rating: R
Summary: Things don't always go as planned, and that's alright.
Genre: Humor, Romance
Wordcount: 1866
This was it. Tonks smoothed down her loose cotton pajama bottoms and checked her reflection in the mirror.
I really ought to lay off the late night ice cream, she thought, running her hands over the round swell of her tummy. She always said that but she never did, and it never bothered her enough to force her to make the effort. Or to use her abilities to flatten her stomach without the effort. If Remus didn’t care about a couple of extra pounds, she certainly couldn’t be bothered about it.
Hair, check. Clean breath, check. Easy to remove bra and knickers, check. Tonks shoved her toothbrush into her mouth once more, more worried about mucky breath than anything else. She pulled her lips back from her teeth, double checking that there was nothing stuck in them. She’d kept her usual short pink hair, scrubbed off her make-up and changed into her pajamas. In truth, she’d spent far longer in the loo than she needed to, but this sort of thing was nerve-wracking.
Buck up, Tonks, you’ll be fine.
Remus was out there in the bedroom, waiting. Was he nervous about this, too? Sure they’d fooled around a good bit and they’d both slept in the same bed, but this was sex. With each other. For the first time. He had to be nervous, it was impossible not to be!
Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction. The purple and yellow cotton camisole and bottoms contrasted vividly with Tonks’ pink hair, but she liked the effect. She turned on her heel, pink-painted toenails flashing against the dark wooden floor of the loo.
“Oi! Remus!”
Kicking open the door, Tonks stretched one arm over her head and leaned into the doorframe, thrusting one leg out in front of her in what she intended to be a sexy, pin-up pose.
The object of her affections was already stretched out on their bed, propped up on a pile of pillows and looking quite scholarly in red flannel pajamas with a thick and heavy looking book open in front of him.
“Ah, Tonks, I was wondering if you’d fallen in.” The book was set aside and Remus folded his hands over his waist, head cocked to the side as he watched her. Well, it wasn’t exactly the response she’d been looking for but he hadn’t ignored her. He was probably just nervous. Pushing off from the doorframe and intending to strut across the room, Tonks caught her camisole top on a nail head, stumbling and cursing loudly.
“Fuck!” Except they weren’t, and they wouldn’t if she fell and broke her face.
“Are you alright?” Remus was halfway out of the bed by the time Tonks freed the lace edge of her top.
“Fine. Nail needs to be pounded in, though. Someone could hurt themselves on that.” Tossing her head, Tonks wasn’t about to let something like that spoil the mood for the evening. Adjusting her pajamas once more, she swaggered her hips as she crossed the room.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Remus asked, frowning. “You look like you’re limping…”
“I’m not limping!” Tonks cut out the hip swinging and plopped herself down on the edge of the bed. So here they were. Together. On the bed.
“I’ll see about taking care of that nail tomorrow then,” Remus said, scooting over to give her some room. “It seems there’s always something around here that needs fixing.”
“S’an old house,” Tonks said with a shrug, twisting and planting her hands on the mattress to look at Remus. The neck of her camisole fell forward, exposing her cleavage and the edge of her fuchsia laced bra. “So.”
“So,” Remus repeated, offering a small smile. He looked sleepy and worn, the lines of his face deepened in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Here we are.”
“Here we are.”
So far this wasn’t getting anywhere. Tonks shimmied up onto the bed, swinging one leg over Remus’ waist to straddle him. She sat on his thighs, shaggy pink hair falling in her face and one strap of her top slipping down her shoulder.
“Do you want any wine?” Remus offered, his hands moving to rest lightly on her hips. She shook her head, a small sigh escaping her lips as Remus’ thumbs made circles on the bare skin of her waist.
“That’s a relief, I didn’t quite want to displace you to go and get it.”
Tonks rolled her eyes as Remus chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss his lopsided grin. His hands moved up under her camisole, running over her back as they kissed. She fumbled at the buttons of his pajama top, fingers raking through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. This was all very familiar territory - he’d already gotten inside her bra at this point - but it was charged with the knowledge that he was getting a hell of a lot further.
Tonks nibbled along Remus’ lower lip, tugging at it with her teeth as he pulled her top up over her bra. Tonks lifted one arm up so he could pull it off all the way, supporting her weight on one arm and trying to get her tongue inside of Remus’ mouth before she had to pull away. The camisole was tugged over her head and left to hang off of her shoulder as they returned to kissing-with-tongues. Remus wasted no time in going for her breasts, cupping them through the thin material of her bra. She shivered and tossed the camisole aside, straddling him in her purple and yellow sleep bottoms and her fuchsia bra. She had to admit, she wasn’t too shabby in the bosom department - a nice round C that suited her nicely. Remus certainly seemed to like them.
Tonks leaned down, arms stretched out over Remus’ head to give his mouth her full attention. She wriggled against him, her pajama bottoms slipping down her hips. One of Remus’ hands moved to run over the curve of her arse, the other still squeezing her breast. She was breathing heavily now, Remus’ hand sliding up her back, fingertips running enticing touches over her bare skin before returning to her neglected breast.
“Hold on, just a tic….” Tonks lifted one leg to hook her toes in her loose bottoms, trying to pull them down without interrupting their kissing or Remus’ attention to her nipples. She dragged her foot down her leg, balancing on one knee and her hands. Remus’ fingers increased their pressure, his tongue rubbing against hers as she screwed her eyes shut and tried to drag her pajama bottoms off the rest of the way. Her toe caught in the soft material and she wobbled as she lost her balance. The sheets slid under her hands and she tumbled over onto her side and right off the bed onto her arse, her trousers around her ankles and her breasts half out of her bra.
“Fuck!”
“Tonks!” Remus rolled over, his concerned face level with Tonks’. “Tonks, good Merlin, are you alright?”
“Fine. Fine. Just bruised.” Well, that was probably the least smooth move any bedroom had ever seen. Tonks ran her hands through her hair and kicked her pajama bottoms off. Her knickers matched her bra, fuchsia edged in black lace.
“Are you sure? You took quite a tumble….”
“Remus, I’m fine. My bum’s nice and padded. Now… get naked.”
“How romantic.” Remus scooted back onto the bed and extended his hand to help Tonks up.
“If you’d wanted romance you ought to’ve lit some candles.” She scrambled back onto the bed in her undies and stretched out next to Remus. “Maybe laid out some rose petals,” she continued to tease. “Ran a bath for us, maybe. Or got a soppy girlfriend.”
“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice in girlfriends, now did I?” Remus teased back, sliding his arm around behind her shoulders.
“You haven’t told me to fuck off yet.” Tonks curled up into him, letting him play idly with her breast. This hadn’t gone anywhere near the way she’d planned it. She rested one hand on Remus’ bare chest, fingers tracing small patterns over skin and scars.
“And I don’t intend to.”
“Yeah?” Tonks tilted her head to look up at him, throwing one bare leg over his.
“Mmm-hmm. I’m rather fond of you. I still would have preferred to wait, but… well, I suppose I’d be a bit of a fool if I complained about a beautiful and charming young woman insisting I share her bed.”
“Especially since you’re so old.” Tonks grinned, rolling over to stretch out on top of him. “And poor.” She pushed his pajama top off.
“Which begs the question of what you see in me.” Remus’ hand slipped up to the clasp of her bra.
“Well, you’re smart.” She leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re sexy.” She kissed his chin. “You’re sweet.” She kissed his throat. “You’re strong. You’ve got a great bum. You don‘t care that I fall out of bed during sex.”
“Well, to be fair, we weren’t quite having sex yet…” One of Remus’ fingers popped the clasp of her bra.
“Well, if I haven’t killed the mood completely…”
“Of course you haven’t.” Remus slipped her bra off and sat up, a concerned look on his face that really had no place when they were about to get intimate. “Why would you think you’ve killed the mood?”
“Oh, I don’t know… falling on my arse out of bed?” Tonks sat back on her thighs, naked now save for her knickers. She’d fallen out of the bed! This was their first time together, and while she hadn’t wanted roses and flowers, she hadn’t wanted to make an idiot of herself either!
“I thought you looked rather cute, actually.” Remus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. “Really, it’s going to take quite a bit more than toppling out of the bed to put me off. If I didn’t want to be with you, Tonks, and I didn’t find you fetching, I wouldn’t be with you right now. And we’re still very much half naked in bed, and I’d still very much like to make love to you.” Remus flushed here, glancing down as though nervous. “If, of course, you‘d like to.”
Tonks just shook her head and kissed him. What did she see in him? If he couldn‘t see it himself, he was in need of a damn big mirror. He may have had a point about being old and poor, but those hardly mattered next to everything else. She was more than happy with old and poor, when they went hand in hand with completely amazing.
“Of course I still want to, you big ninny. You‘re a damn good man, Remus Lupin. And there‘s no one who could ever tell me different. And you wonder why I‘m in love with you.” Tonks wriggled out of her knickers and slithered down Remus’ body, popping the buttons on his trousers and pulling out his erection with a grin.
“And I promise I won’t fall out of bed again.”