*Deserving Of Love*

Things start to get a little bit heated... stay tuned in future chapters for more.

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Remus spent the rest of the morning in the study, trying to keep his mind off of Tonks, as well as trying to get some work done. Dumbledore had arranged for him to do independent research and consulting for St. Mungo’s, as a way to get around the laws on employing werewolves. Not only did this arrangement provide St. Mungo’s with a willing guinea pig for new potions and antidotes, it also provided Remus with a much needed steady income.
He still did not consider it a great job, but it was something that he was uniquely qualified to do, which made him feel useful, and it provided him with a modest living. He had been doing some research on some new potions that were available that supposedly would assist werewolves with their transformations. None of them were as effective as Wolfsbane Potion, and he was becoming frustrated with trying to make sense of the information in front of him.

Finally after hearing Molly call him to lunch for the fourth time, he put away his notes and headed to the kitchen. Just as he was approaching her room, Tonks came out carrying a small parcel wrapped in plain brown packaging. Her hair was still long, red and wavy, and it fanned out in a wave as she stepped into the hall. She spotted him and smiled, then tripped on the hallway rug and went flying through the air. Remus jumped out to catch her, but failed to keep them from falling over together. They landed in a heap on the floor near the top of the stairs, Tonks lying across him, her legs on either side of his bent knees. His face was pressed into her chest, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Oomph…”

‘I have died and gone to heaven’ Remus thought, as she rose slightly, sitting her full weight on his lap, and looked at him, blushing furiously. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in his trousers as she stared into his eyes, hers turning a vibrant grey, the color they turn when she got excited. He could feel her breath warm his face as she quickly exhaled, her lips inches from his. She reached up and ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face.

“Remus… are you alright?”

‘Oh Gods’, he thought, ‘Please do not let her sit back more. She can probably already feel me growing hard between her legs. The last thing I need is this beautiful young woman to think of me as a dirty old man for getting turned on so easily.’

“Yes - fine… Are you?” He asked with a shaky voice, trying with difficulty not to attack her soft pink lips with his own.

She nodded and brought her thumb to the corner of his mouth, stroking his lip softly. His hands moved down to her hips and he gripped them tightly, torn between throwing her off of him and pressing her down harder onto his erection. She moved slightly, brushing against his arousal, and her eyes turned a deep blue. She licked her lips slightly before she lowered them to his, placing a gentle kiss on his closed mouth.
He responded by lightly kissing her back, and was overcome with desire as he felt her tongue flick across his lower lip. He parted his lips and met her tongue with his own, swirling it around in her mouth as he deepened the kiss. A small moan made its way out of her mouth, but he barely heard it over the sounds of blood pumping in his ears. She sat back suddenly, bringing his head up off of the floor, both of them not wanting to break the kiss. His arms moved up her back and found the nape of her neck, and he caressed her gently as his tongue danced furiously with hers. He finally broke away from her mouth and kissed a path down her neck, placing small wet kisses and gentle bites down her throat. She hissed as his mouth reached her chest, and he nuzzled the spot between her breasts with his nose, growling with the sweet scent of her. He sat up more, pushing her further onto his hardness and brought his hands to the front of her shirt, working her buttons with nimble fingers. She gasped and cradled his head, pulling his wet mouth further against her chest.

“Nymphadora…” he breathed against her as he unbuttoned the last pearl button on her mango-colored blouse. He opened his eyes and saw her porcelain breasts heaving out of a ruby lace bra. He brought a hand to her left breast and gently ran his broad thumb over the soft peak pushing through the lace material. She moaned at his caress, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing herself against the erection riding between her thighs. He reached up and raised her breast out of her bra and brought her hard nipple to his mouth. He bit lightly, and then sucked gently, laving his tongue across the hard peak. She moaned loudly in response to the touch of his tongue and crashed her hips down onto his hard length. He could smell desire on her, and knew that she was ready for him to take her.

“Remus, I have wanted you for so long… I have been imagining this for months now…” she whispered, lust making her voice raspy.

“REMUS! TONKS! LUNCH!” Molly’s voice coming from the kitchen broke through their desire and shock swept over them.

“Oh Gods… the children! They could’ve caught us!” Tonks quickly scooted off of Remus’s lap and quickly started buttoning her shirt, as he stood up and muttered a cooling spell over himself in an effort to control his still-raging erection. After he gained control over himself he turned and offered a sweaty hand to a very flustered Tonks, who was still sitting on the floor struggling with her buttons. She blushed furiously as he helped her to her feet, and tried to regain her composure. She was terribly flushed, and in his passion Remus had left bite marks down her throat that disappeared into the opening of her shirt. He chuckled lightly and ran a rough finger over one of the marks, making her wince slightly.

“I’m afraid I have marked you, love.”

Tonks walked to the mirror hanging on the wall near them and whistled at the sight of the red welts.

“Wow… so that is what happens when you snog a werewolf… I guess I’ll have to start wearing turtlenecks from now on.”

She turned to face him and smiled broadly. He walked to her and placed gentle kisses against each of the welts before raising his wand and making them fade back into the alabaster of her skin. She took his hand and they started for the stairs, her almost tripping over the discarded parcel lying in the middle of the hall. She bent to pick it up and tossed it into her bedroom, then turned to a very confused Remus.

“That is actually for you, but you’ll just have to wait for it now. I have already given you one unexpected surprise today.”

She took his large rough hand and led him down the steps towards the kitchen.
He dropped her hand at the door and leaned in for a quick kiss before pushing the doors open, allowing her to go first.

“Well. It is about time you two; we had thought you disappeared on us or something. Sit, sit, I’ll make you some sandwiches.”

Molly scooted them to the table and turned to make them lunch. Remus sat on one side next to Harry, Ron, Sirius, and Ginny; and Tonks sat opposite him, with Fred, George, and Hermione. They looked at each other quickly, and both turned away to focus on the people sitting next to them.

“Moony, you look flushed. Are you alright?” Sirius asked, studying Remus’s pink face. He noticed Remus look up at Tonks in alarm and Sirius turned to her, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. “Oh…” Remus quickly turned to his friend and shot him a death stare to keep him quiet. Molly set a bowl of soup in front of Remus and Tonks and a plate of sandwiches between them on the table.

“Thank you Molly” they said in unison, each reaching for a sandwich and pulling their hands back abruptly when they made contact.

Sirius chuckled and looked between his best friend on the right of him, and his cousin sitting opposite. He could tell something was awry as soon as they had entered the kitchen; usually they would be completely absorbed in each other by now instead of avoiding contact at all costs. Remus looked pretty much normal, his hair was slightly messier than usual, and his shirt was half-way un-tucked from his wrinkled pants. Sirius did not find this as odd as Tonk’s appearance though. Aside from the swollen lips and flushed skin, something about her shirt was a little askew.

“Um, as much as I am enjoying the view, there are children around Tonks. You’ve seemed to have missed a button.”

Sirius motioned to Tonks’ shirt but watched Remus as he went faintly white at his observation and became preoccupied with his soup. Tonks looked down and noticed that her top was gaping open in the middle, giving everyone an ample view of her ruby lace bra and cleavage. The twin’s heads snapped over, and Ron and Harry craned their necks to try and catch a glimpse down Tonks’ shirt. She quickly turned and re-buttoned, then suddenly busied herself with her lunch. Sirius threw another glance at Remus, whose crimson face was turned toward his bowl still. Nobody except Sirius seemed to find this interesting, and everyone continued with their conversations, leaving their Professor and friend to eat lunch in uncomfortable silence.

After everyone had finished eating and had made their way out of the kitchen, Remus, Tonks, and Sirius started cleaning up. Sirius cleaned off the table and Remus and Tonks washed and dried the dishes. Tonks was useless when it came to housecleaning spells, and had her hands elbow deep in a sink of hot sudsy water. She had been scrubbing the same dish for the past five minutes and finally relented when Remus nudged her out of the way and used his wand to finish up. Sirius had tried to make small talk as he cleaned, and sensing they wanted to be alone left as soon as he was done to watch the quidditch match taking place in the backyard.

When they were finally alone Remus went and stood behind Tonks at the sink, wrapping his arms around her waist. He breathed in the scent of her hair, a combination of jasmine flower, honey, and a faint hint of his aftershave. Tonks sighed and leaned back against his chest, putting her pink-rubber glove clad hands on his strong forearms to make him grip her tighter about the waist.

“Do you think they know?” She managed to squeak out as Remus gave her a gentle kiss on top of her head. “Not that it matters of course. I am just curious.”

“Sirius knows. He had it figured out when we first walked in, and then he really knew for sure when he spotted your shirt. But the kids are oblivious.”

“Good.” Sighing, she pulled off the rubber gloves and turned in his arms to face him, her forehead resting on his chest. She raked her hands up his back, and then settled them loosely around his waist. She looked up at him, her chin planted in the middle of his chest. “Do you think Molly knows?”

He brought his hands up and smoothed her hair away from her face, then leaned down and placed a light kiss on her pouty mouth.

“I do not know. Earlier when she asked me to go to Diagon Alley she kind of winked at me when she mentioned you were also going. I think she probably knows how I feel about you… but I do not know if she picked up on anything today.”

“And how do you feel about me?” Tonks leaned back and looked at him with amusement shining in her eyes. He smiled down at her and started to lean down to tell her how he had been going crazy for the past few months over her. How every time she was around him he felt like he was ready to pounce, how whenever she wasn’t near he wished she was, how his skin tingled for hours if she even brushed him gently with her hand. But before he could get any of that out he heard voices right outside the kitchen door. Remus and Tonks both tried to step away from each other as quickly as possible, but ended up moving in the same direction and bumping into each other forcefully. Tonks fell forward and Remus caught her, one hand making contact with a breast as his other ended up cupped around her bottom. The door flung open and the entire household was standing in complete shock at the sight that lay before them.

“Are we interrupting anything?” Molly asked, trying to hide her smile behind an open palm.

Remus set Tonks down, and she tried to turn quickly to the sink, but tripped herself once again. Remus caught her under the arms, with his hands clasped together in front of her chest, and they both turned their red faces to the hysterically laughing crowd gathered at the door, waiting for an explanation.

“I tripped?” Explained Tonks, but it came out as more of a question than an answer, and everyone snickered their disbelief before being pushed out the room by a very amused Mrs. Weasley.

Sirius managed to give Remus a quick smile before leaving the doorway, and Remus set Tonks back onto her feet.

“That was smooth.” Tonks started laughing hysterically and buried her face into Remus’s shaking chest. He was laughing quietly, and watched in amazement as her hair changed color and style each time she laughed. By the time she raised her head to look at him, a pink pixie-headed Tonks was staring amusedly into his eyes.

“Now do you think they suspect?”