Title: Rosemary and Chamomile
Author: mindabbles
Characters/Pairings: Tonks/Luna
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: bathing
Other Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,750
Summary/Description: Only Luna can rinse away the anguish and grime that clings to Tonks after a day like today.
Author's Notes: This is really a PWP. I don't often manage that, but I thought I'd give it a shot. It is also fluff. Tonks is not dead, nor is she married to Remus. Because.
Thank you so much to whymzycal and magnetic_pole for the fabulous beta help! ♥



Luna’s slippery fingers skated over Tonks’ nipples. Tonks gasped, arching into the touch as Luna cupped her breasts. Tonks relaxed into the bath and the warm water shifted around her, tickling her sides.

Luna's particular brand of sweetness was the only remedy for days when emergency Floo calls blended into reports, which faded to meetings with an unreasonable amount of shouting and hand-wringing. Tonks was so tired she could feel the fatigue in her bones, in the heavy weight of her eyelids dragging as she tried to blink.

Luna slid her hands down Tonks’ ribs, lingering over the soft curve of her hips. Her touch eased the soreness and worked free the worry and panic that took up residence in Tonks' muscles.

"There's no milk for the tea," Luna said. She drew patterns on Tonks' thighs with her finger tips.

"What?" Tonks said, breathless, as she threw one leg over the side of the bath. Luna moved the teasing fingers to the inside of her thighs.

"No matter." Luna flattened her hands and rubbed over Tonks' thighs, smoothing hands up her stomach to cup the underside of her breasts. "Anyone who thinks you look like a man has never seen you like this," Luna murmured.
"Who thinks I look like a man?" Tonks asked. She started to sit up, thinking how stupid people can be. "Who said that?"

"I don’t know," Luna said, shrugging. She conjured soft lather in her palms. It smelled of rosemary and chamomile, Luna's own mix for relieving stress. It was a combination she often made for Tonks but never seemed to need herself. "You had a busy day." Luna painted the lather onto Tonks' stomach with her fingers, urging Tonks to sink back into the water. "Tell me about it."

"It was—" Tonks placed her hand over Luna’s and guided them across her abdomen. "Please," she said. "I don't want to talk about it. Just—please."

The water swirled around her body as Luna moved. Luna kept it warm. Always, everything was warm and soft and bright around Luna. Tonks couldn't tell her about the hard, dark, cold places her mind went when she was at work. She knew this reluctance was absurd; Luna was stronger than anyone she knew. But Tonks needed for Luna to stay unsullied. After a day like today, she needed to lose herself in Luna’s eyes and body and voice. Tonks needed her to be free of it all, knowing that no new ugliness had seeped into their home.

"You can tell me," Luna said softly. "I know where to put it."

Tonks shook her head and slipped lower so the water crept up her chest. She could feel the softness of Luna's belly against her back.

Luna sighed, breath warm on Tonks' hair. She rarely pushed Tonks to talk at the end of the day. Instead, her hands rubbed firmly on Tonks, one on her head and the other across her shoulders. Tonks could feel her working the adrenalin free from where it was percolating under Tonks' skin.

"No matter how long a day, it always ends," Luna said.

Luna's hand moved to Tonks' thighs and Tonks spread her legs wide. "Luna," she said, as much to hear the sound as to beg Luna to touch her.

One of Luna's hands slipped between her legs, easing her open, and she felt the warm water wash over her vulva as Luna's fingers touched her. Luna's lips were on her ears, her cheek, tracing her neck. She felt Luna's breath on her skin, washing away everything wrong in a wave of rosemary and chamomile. Luna's hand closed over Tonks' breast at the same time as she circled Tonks' clit with the tip of her finger.

"Oh," Tonks sighed, her muscles already trembling with pleasure."More." Tonks grabbed Luna's wrist and pressed Luna's hand against her. "Harder."

Luna laughed, and the last of the shadow over Tonks was gone. Tonks' body felt open and full, aching for more and to be finished at the same time. Luna circled her clit harder, tighter, and the brightness overtook her. She shuddered and arched, and everything except rosemary and chamomile and Luna disappeared.

“There you are,” Luna said simply. It was as if she’d just served a plate of sausages. She kissed Tonks on one cheek and placed a hand on the other, turning her face so Tonks could smile into her eyes. "And now."
Luna pushed herself out of the bath and perched on the edge, her feet bracketing Tonks. Luna spread her legs spread wide and Tonks ran her hands up Luna's calves to the inside of her knees. She concentrated for a moment, and conjured a soft chair back right behind Luna.

"Can’t have you falling on the tile," she said. "Why were you so insistent on the bath?"

Tonks had come home, the trauma of the day written in her eyes, she knew, and Luna had taken her right to the bath. Baths were part of their routine, but today Tonks had protested the need for tea and then bed. She was exhausted. When Luna had insisted, though, she knew better than to argue. Luna always won, and she could rarely remember why she'd thought to argue in the first place.

"The wrackspurts leave you alone if you’re in the bath. They don't like water. I’ve had many a lovely orgasm ruined by wrackspurts," Luna said. She threaded her fingers through Tonks' spiky hair and urged her head forward.

Tonks placed a kiss on the curly blond hair between Luna’s legs. "Funny, wrackspurts sounds like a watery sort of name," she murmured. Her cheek rested against the soft skin of Luna's thigh.

"That's an odd thing to say," Luna said. She gasped as Tonks licked her, pressing her tongue against Luna's slippery warmth. "You all right now?" Her hands tightened their grip in Tonks' hair.

"What?" Tonks pulled back, Luna's scent overwhelming her.

"Your eyes looked different, like you'd been attacked by Glumbumbles, until a moment ago." Luna stroked her hair and looked into her eyes.

"What's –" Tonks started. Her hand rested between Luna's legs. She could feel the heat and wetness and didn't give two hoots how Glumbumbles could have made her feel dead inside. "I'm fine now. You washed it away."

"Oh," Luna said, arching into Tonks' touch, "then fuck me. You fuck me." Her tone was even, yet there it was, that breathy voice gone slightly rough that undid Tonks every time. She felt a fresh wave of arousal pulsing between her legs.

"You want me to --" Tonks hesitated. It was something she had suggested many times, and something Luna had never wanted. "Morph?"

"No, silly," Luna said, shaking her head as if Tonks were the most perplexing thing. "Not in the way you mean. If I wanted that, I'd have stayed in Norway."

That was more than enough, Tonks decided. She swiped her tongue over Luna, finishing with pressure on her clit. Luna lifted one leg to rest on Tonks' shoulder. Luna smelled of rosemary and chamomile and herself, and it was enough to make Tonks dizzy. She slipped one finger, and then two, inside Luna, and it felt as if her fingers melted into Luna's body.

"Yes, you see," Luna said, rocking her hips and pressing herself against Tonks' hand.

Tonks pulled her fingers in and out of Luna's body, her tongue keeping pace with her hand. Her own body screamed for more touch again, and she couldn't wait. She slipped her fingers between her legs and they moved together.

"Merlin, Luna," Tonks moaned and she was nearly beside herself to see that Luna couldn't answer. Luna's heels dug into Tonks' lower back and she rolled her hips, fucking herself on Tonks' fingers and sliding against Tonks' tongue. Tonks gasped and pulled back for air and to stretch her aching jaw. The bottle of rosemary and chamomile caught her eye. Her wand was just in reach; with one charm, the bottle was thinner and longer and solid. She held it up for Luna to see. Luna smiled a faraway smile, and Tonks slipped her fingers out to push the newly fashioned dildo slowly into Luna's body. She was so wet and open that there was no resistance, and that was just right, because after today, there was to be no more pain or discomfort.

"Oh, love," Luna said. She threw her head back and dug her heels hard into Tonks' back hard enough to leave dents.

Tonks pulled the transfigured bottle out and pushed it back in, watching Luna clench around it.

"Just a little, just a little," Luna gasped. She grabbed Tonks' other arm, pushing it down until Tonks' fingers found the blond curls between her legs.

Tonks fucked Luna slow and deep and stroked her, watching her body tremble and a flush rise from her gently curving belly to her round breasts and across her chest until it stained her cheeks and she cried out with it. Tonks pushed in and held still as she cupped Luna through the last tremors of her orgasm.

Luna slid back into the water and crumpled into Tonks' lap. Tonks shifted and felt the water move to accommodate them until she held Luna against her body, their legs stretched out together, thigh to toe.

"Luna, the bath? Tonks asked. Luna fit perfectly against her here, fit perfectly in her arms. She grabbed her wand and charmed the water hot again. Rosemary and chamomile bubbles rose to the surface. "Was it really for wrackspurts?"

"Have you ever watched the way the water swirls around your thighs when you flex your muscles as you come?" Luna said. She tossed her long, blond hair over her shoulder and angled her head to look at Tonks with her wide, open, apparently guileless gaze. "No, you wouldn’t have."

Tonks laughed deep in her body. She had almost no memory of anything before Luna and the sweet-smelling lather. Luna turned, twisting in the bath until she could press her lips to Tonks'. She kissed her slow and deep. Tonks wrapped her arms tighter around Luna. She could taste it in Luna's kisses, the brightness that always cleansed her of the darkness that seeped into her skin. It wasn't the bath, and it was neither chamomile nor rosemary. It was simply Luna.