Torn

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Chapter 4: Uncomfortable Situations


Tonks decided to get out of bed very early the next morning, seeing that her dream leaving her so ‘hot and bothered’ she was unable to return to a peaceful slumber. She pulled herself out of bed, showered, and then decided on what to wear. The ministry wasn’t usually extremely particular about what their employees wore under their robes, but Tonks did have a habit of stretching the rules. Today, with her lack of sleep, she decided on a pair of faded hip hugging jeans, and an old t-shirt with a faded band logo. This was her favorite style, and most comfortable outfit, she finished off the outfit with a pair of black boots. She threw her work robe over her arm and made her way downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Her breath caught in her throat upon entering the kitchen, Remus was sitting at the table reading ‘The Daily Prophet’. He was dressed in a pair of light khakis, a baby blue button down shirt, and a knitted sweater over the shirt. The top buttons of his shirt were lazily undone showing just enough of his chest to make Tonks’s knees weak.

“Wotcher, Remus”! Tonks tried her best to keep the ackwardness out of her voice.

“Morning Tonks.” Remus replied not looking up from the paper.

Tonks walked over to the counter and attempted to pour herself a cup of coffee. She wasn’t paying attention and spilled a good amount onto her hand. She cried out in pain and dropped the coffee pot and mug. This got Remus’s attention.

“Are you alright”? Remus asked getting up and walking over to Tonks we was holding her burnt hand under cold running water.

“Yeah, just my clumsiness gets the best of me from time to time”. She responded trying hard not to blush. Her hand was already forming blisters from the scolding liquid she had just spilt.

“Here, give me your hand”. Remus said turning off the faucet and gently taking Tonks’s hand in his. Tonks almost passed out from the gentle contact. Remus muttered a quick healing spell, the burning left, along with the blisters and redness.

“Thank you”. Tonks said painfully aware of how soft and gentle his hands were. ‘Snap out of it’. Tonks told herself.

“No problem”. Remus smiled lightly releasing her hand. Tonks almost pouted at the loss of contact, but regained her composure. Remus turned to do a quick fix spell on the coffee pot and mug that Tonks had dropped. He then poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. She nodded a silent ‘thank you’ and sat down in the next to him.

Remus returned to his reading of the newspaper. Tonks sat there in silence taking in every detail about him. His hands were perfect, soft, gentle the way his eyes looked when he was concentrating, the shade of blue and intensity that lay beneath them. Her mind started to wonder to her dream the previous night. The moisture was beginning to grow between her legs, and the room seemed to have risen about twenty degrees.

Remus could sense this familiar feeling in the air. The same smell of arousal and woman lingered in the air, just as it had the night before. The two combining smells made his pants become a bit tighter, he squirmed in his chair to adjust the throbbing erection in his pants.

“Anything on your mind, Tonks”. Remus said not looking up from the paper, hoping that the break in silence would calm her arousal. A few more minutes like this and Sirius may walk in on a scene consisting of him taking Tonks on the kitchen table.

“H-huh”? Tonks said snapping out of her daydream feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Anything on your mind? You look a little dazed.” Remus responded.

“Nope…just thinking of my schedule, and work..you know the usual”. Tonks answered rather too quickly. “Well, I should get going.” Tonks stood up and quickly headed towards the door.

“Nymphadora, do you realize you have at least another hour before you’re supposed to be at work”? Remus asked a bit disappointed that she was leaving, and quite amused at her embarrassment.

Tonks cringed at the sound of her first name. “Well, It’s always good to get a head start. I’ll see you this evening.” Tonks hurried out the door, just as Sirius walked in the kitchen.

“Morning Tonks”. Sirius mumbled sleepily as he she quickly brushed passed him.

“Morning”. There was a ‘pop’ and Tonks apparated.

“Morning Moony”. Sirius said sitting next to Remus, who was still squirming uncomfortably in his chair.

“Morning, Sirius. I need to go take care of something, I’ll be back down in a few minutes”. Remus left a very confused Sirius in the kitchen and made his way up to his bedroom to ‘fix’ his problem.