The Wolf With The Red Roses

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The Wolf With The Red Roses:

Remus shifted the bundle of red roses in his arm as he lookrom rom side to side, making certain that no one had seen him before he opened the door to number 12 Grimauld Place. It felt strange to him, to come into this house now that Sirius was no longer there. There had been a time in his younger life when he didn’t believe he would be able to get through the loneliness, but at Hogwarts he had found true friends that had eased his feelings of alienation and filled an empty space inside him. Now all those friends were gone, taken in one form or another by Voldemort, and he’d thought that empty space inside him would never again be filled. However, through a lucky twist of fate he’d found someone new to help him through the loneliness of his days. Odd that it was all because of the Dark Lord, or perhaps it was just karma. Leaving behind his reverie, he quietly stepped over the threshold and closed the heavy door behind him, careful not to rouse the covered portrait of Mrs. Black.

The house was nearly empty just now, the kids were away at school and the other adults that came and went from the Order’s secret headquarters had other places to be, but he knew there was at least one other person there. He stilled for a moment, listening, trying to sense her presence in the house. In the end it didn’t take a werewolf’s senses to find her as a rather colorful stream of curses coming from the general direction of the kitchen told him exactly where she was. Smiling, he sily mly made his way to the back of the house.

Swinging the door open as easily as he could, he watched her from across the room. Her spiky hair was purple tonight, the color of ripe eggplant. She was wearing a long t-shirt that came down to just below her buttocks and, apparently, nothing else. As he stood in the doorway, watching her fumble with the charred remains of what must have been dinner, his reaction was visceral and immediate. It amazed him that by merely looking at her he could be affected so powerfully. Creeping up behind her, he pulled one rose out of the bundle and tickled the back of her thigh with the silky petals, not sure why the beginning of an old, muggle song popped into his head. “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” he asked, kissing the back of her neck.

Tonks smiled. She hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen. She’d been too busy trying to keep from burning down the house, and worrying what Molly was going to say when she came back on Monday and found the kitchen in such disarray, to be paying much attention. But she’d known he was there. Something inside her had alerted her to his presence. Not bothering to turn around, she leaned back against him, running her hands up his thighs and waggling her butt enticingly against his growing erection. Smirking at the low growl she’d gotten from him, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his honeyed silk hair. “Will he offer me his mouth?”

Tonks never ceased to amaze him, he couldn’t imagine where she’d heard the old song, but apparently she had. Sometimes she could even make him forget how old he was, and how young she was. Either way, the age difference just never seemed to matter between them. Smiling, he lay the roses down on the table and wrapped his own arms around her waist, his hands resting on the thin material covering her rear. “Yes.” He lowered his face to hers, taking her mouth with his own in a heated kiss. A sigh escaped her and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue sparring with his.

Breaking the kiss, Tonks looked up at him. He took her breath away. Just looking at him she could feel the heat of desire building inside her. Everywhere he touched her left a trail of fire on her skin. Breathless, she nipped at his bottom lip and chin with her tiny, white teeth, letting her hands skim down his back. She could feel the strength of the muscles he kept hidden under the loose robes he wore, and in her mind’s eye she could see him the night before, naked and glistening with sweat as he made love to her in front of the fire in his bedroom. Her mind drifting back to the song she’d remembered from one of her dad’s old albums, the pixy spirit inside her made her continue the sensual play, wanting to push him beyond control. “Will he offer me his teeth?” she asked with a coquettish flutter of her lashes, the tip of her tongue flicking out to tease his Adam’s apple.

Remus swallowed the heavy lump in his throat. Gods, what she did to him. He wanted her right here, right now. No matter the phase of the moon, he could always feel the beast inside him, lurking deep within, but when he was with Tonks she seemed to bring it to the surface. He wanted to feel her, wanted to devour her, and it took every ounce of control he had to keep from rending the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Hands shaking slightly from the effort of keeping himself in check, he tugged at the bottom of the t-shirt and found the warm, smooth skin of her ass. His fingers flexed involuntarily, digging into the soft flesh. “Yes,” he growled, crushing his lips to hers again, plundering her mouth as he maneuvered her to the table.

Tonks felt the hard, cool edge of the table biting into the flesh of her bare thighs as Remus pressed against her. She gasped as he lifted her effortlessly and sat her on the table, spreading her thighs and pulling her to the edge. He settled his hips against hers, grinding his painfully hard cock against her. The material of his pants, rough on her sensitive skin, sent a thrill of excitement through her and she wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Her tiny hands slid beneath his robes, pushing them off his shoulders before she began working frantically at the buttons of his shirt. “Will he offer me his jaws?” she asked, her voice hoarse, nipping at the underside of his chin and along his jaw to the soft skin just beneath his ear.

“Yes,” he groaned, bucking his hips against hers. He could feel her moist heat even through the cloth of his pants, the smell of her desire filled his senses until he couldn’t think about anything but her. Desperate to feel her skin against his own, he released his hold on her just long enough to pull the t-shirt up and over her head, throwing it impatiently to the side before yanking open his own shirt, sending buttons skittering across the table and onto the floor.

The look of hunger in Remus’ eyes sent shivers of anticipation through Tonks. She watched as he cupped the soft mounds of her breasts in his large hands, brushing the rough pads of his thumbs over her now hard nipples. She shuddered as he flashed her a wolfish grin, the tip of his tongue sliding over his bottom lip before dancing over one rosy tip. A moan escaped her lips as he took the nipple into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth. His skilled hands caressed her sides, her stomach, her thighs and every touch sentillsills of electricity across her skin. Forgetting the song for a moment, Tonks leaned back, bracing herself with her hands as Remus began trailing kisses over her breasts, down her torso, across her stomach, finally burying his head between her thighs.

The musky scent of her made the already painful bulge in his pants even more uncomfortable. The taste of her was sweet torture, and the sounds of her heartbeat quickening as he plunged his fingers into her were a delicious agony to him as his cock twitched impatiently. Remus brought her to the edge of release before he pulled away, smiling at her mewling protest.

Grabbing the open collar of his now ruined shirt, Tonks pulled Remus into a passionate kiss, her small hands dancing restlessly over his chest, tangling in the soft hair. She raked her nails gently over the smooth, muscled stomach. Curling her fingers over the waistband of his pants, she began working at the button. Breathless now, her voice raspy, Tonks forced her focus back on her little game as she worked at the removing the barrier that separated her from what she really wanted. “Will he offer me his hunger?” she asked, as she carefully slid the zipper down, caressing the tight bulge with the back of her knuckles.

Groaning and gasping for breath, it took him a moment to realize she’d asked him a question. “Y...Yes. Yes.”

Feeling the surge of power within her, she pushed his pants and shorts down over his slim hips, smiling triumphantly when she had the heavy flesh of his erection in her hand. She slid her small hand along the length of him. “Again, will he offer me his hunger?” Hearing his answering groan, she stroked him again and smiled almost evilly. It was nice to know she had that kind of power over him.

Not wanting to play anymore, Remus grabbed her wrist, pulling the teasing hand away and wrapping it behind her back. His dark eyes bored into hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Yes,” he growled, surging into her, possessing her even as she possessed him. The velvet heat surrounded him, caressing him, and he could feel the tremors of pleasure vibrating through her muscled walls.

Forgetting everything but the feeling of Remus inside her, stretching and filling her, Tonks dug her heels into his hips, urging him on. She moved with him, matching her rhythm to his.

With each stroke, Remus d fed feel tension building within him. When he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, he slid his hand between them to where they were joined. His deft fingers found the sensitive nub of Tonks’ clit and began stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. With every ounce of control he had within him, he held back until he felt her orgasm rushing through her. He emptied his seed into her as she called out his name, her inner muscles milking him, sapping his strength away.

There was an almost stunned silence that always seemed to follow their lovemaking, as if they never really expected each time to be as mad and wonderful as it always was. Tonks met Remus’ gaze with her own, staring deep into his soul. For a while now they had been playing games with each other, enjoying each other’s company, enjoying the hot sex between them, but she had begun to feel something more than lust. Lifting a hand to his face, she brushed sweat-dampened strands of hair away from his eyes, searching for a sign that what they had was more than sex. “And will he starve without me?” she asked quietly. Would he starve without her? Did he feel the same for her as she had come to feel for him?

Remus breath caught in his throat at her softly spoken question. He felt a stirring deep inside his chest and he knew that yes, he would starve without her. He needed her for more than nocturnal romps under the sheets (or on the kitchen table). “Yes,” he answered finally, cupping her face in his hands and brushing a tender kiss over her lips.

Tonks closed her eyes as the tenderness of the kiss touched her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her. He enveloped her in his arms and lifted her up, carrying her from the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. The heat of his body warmed hers as he laid her back on the pillow soft duvet. She knew she shouldn’t ask, what would she do if he said no, but in uncertain times such as these it was better to take the chance than to never know. Her voice was barely a whisper in his ear. “And does he love me?”

Remus held her as tightly as he could without hurting her. Everything he ever wanted or needed was right here in this tiny little package named Nymphadora Tonks and she was offering him a chance to have everything. “Yes.” He said simply.

Finding his mouth, Tonks kissed him with everything she was feeling. When he pulled away and looked down into her eyes he didn’t need to ask the question, she answered anyway. “Yes.”

Pulling a blanket over them, Remus lay back against the pillows, Tonks’ head pillowed on his chest.

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“On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys.”