Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-05 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: bad sex, kink: frottage, remus/tonks |
LMOM #5: Bits of Blue and Gold (NC-17)
Title: Bits of Blue and Gold (5 of 31)
Author: summerborn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Kink: Bad sex, frottage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Author Notes: Some will call this AU since Remus (and others, later) are alive post-war. For me, it is canon through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
Word count this episode: 900
Remus' thinking came down to one basic question: did he believe what David had told him? If the man could be trusted, then no one had access to the memories Remus had surrendered outside of the medical study he had originally thought he was participating in. That much was a relief; and yet it made Remus re-think what he was doing. It had been singularly disturbing to witness a scene from his own life that he couldn't really recall.
Although, a part of him knew that it had been exciting as well. That particular memory had ended badly, but the other he'd donated was just two men enjoying one another's company...
He was starting to see how someone could make a business out of renting such things.
In any case, Remus decided that if he didn't trust David, he wouldn't return no matter how badly he needed the money; at the same time, he had fairly good instincts for this sort of thing and he believed that David was telling the truth. And also, he did need the money.
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David seemed relieved to see him the next afternoon. He reassured Remus again about the separation between memories donated for the research and those available for viewing, but Remus had already convinced himself that David was telling the truth. He just wanted to collect another few payments, and he could pay off the rent for this month, and possibly think about where his Wolfsbane potion was going to come from at the next full moon.
Thus reminded of his purposes, Remus was able to concentrate on another night he would just as soon forget...
It was the day after Dumbledore's funeral. Remus would always cherish the memory of the funeral itself, especially if he could convince himself he had been merely comforting Nymphadora in her grief rather than allowing her romantic feelings to run rampant. But the next day, she'd arrived at the flat he was staying in, and that was the day he'd found out just how much she expected of him.
He'd been exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, and rather unwilling to deal with her energy and exuberance, but he'd felt no choice but to invite her in.
The moment he had shut the door, she stretched onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. "Remus," she breathed, tilting her face up to his. "You've no idea how happy you make me."
Since it was so obviously expected, he kissed her, but pulled back even though it was clear she would have deepened the kiss. "Nymphadora," he said, and hesitated over what to say next. "It's been a difficult few days."
Tonks nodded, smiling coyly at him. "I know. I thought I could... take your mind off it. Help you relax." She slipped around behind him and began to massage his shoulders, which only served to increase his tension.
He turned, catching her hands and holding them gently. "Why don't we go somewhere... maybe tomorrow. We could talk."
She made a little face and moved closer to him, molding the curve of her body against his. It was not exactly unpleasant, but with the emotions in the room being what they were, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He had to put a stop to this relationship before it got out of hand.
"Talking isn't what I had in mind, Remus," she said, and kissed him again. His lips parted in surprise, and she took advantage of it to thrust her tongue into his mouth, shifting her hips at the same time.
He kissed her back, then, letting his hands roam her slim figure, spreading fingers wide in her short hair. He was only human – most of the time – and she was attractive, in her way, and imminently available. Some part of his brain continued to warn that this was a bad idea, but that voice was silent after Tonks slipped her hands around to his arse and cupped it, pulling him even closer.
There was a flurry of clothes being pulled away, a brief stumbling towards the bed, and the next thing Remus was really aware of was being on his bed, with Tonks straddling one of his legs, her wet pussy pressed up against his thigh. It felt decidedly odd, but what was much better was the soft, yielding firmness of her breasts rubbing against his hardening erection. It felt incredible, and even better was when she was able to start rocking upwards and down along his body, leaning her head down at the end of each stroke to swipe her tongue across the head of his cock as it emerged from between her tits.
She rocked more forcefully, and his hands searched for something to clutch onto until they landed on the sheets on either side of him. In a surprisingly short time she clamped her legs tightly around his thigh and shuddered, her body jerking spasmodically in her passion. They had been almost entirely silent, and he couldn't help but wonder as he watched her come if there was even anything personal about the entire encounter.
The thought jerked him out of the moment entirely. He had no doubt she would have dutifully attended to his own pleasure, but he pulled her up and let her lay next to him instead, searching for words.
"Remus?" she asked, eyes still half-closed in satisfaction.
Continued in part 6.