Stress Relief

Anticlimax


Snape climbed the three staircases to Tonks room slowly. He had several reasons for doing so – firstly he didn’t want to risk waking Mrs Black again. The last thing he needed right now was to be confronted with a grumpy Molly Weasley. Molly, although usually courteous to him, had made it quite clear that she did not approve of his, what was the word she used, ah, yes, his “associations” with Tonks. It was no secret that Molly thought of Tonks as one of her own. Snape also preferred not to wake any of the others – load of good it would do his reputation at Hogwarts were any of the children to find out about what he got up to behind closed doors. Thirdly, and most importantly, Snape needed the time to think about what was going on. Why had that nitwit Lupin told him it would be best if he left Tonks alone? Lupin, although obviously not a fan of Snape’s, had matured enough over the years, unlike his friend, to treat Snape reasonably civilly. He was fairly sure Lupin’s suggestion had not been out of spite. Snape was having an inner battle with himself. Part of him, the largest part, wanted to make sure Tonks was all right. She had been such a blessing to him these last few weeks. He was sure that without her help he would’ve done something completely moronic by now. it rit really wasn’t just the sex – she had been a real friend – not something Snape had ever had very many of. Yet the other part of him wondered if Lupin might be right, as he usually was. Perhaps Tonks needed a little time out to think things over.
Snape paused outside Tonks’ door, letting his mind brew things over. He’d just decided to leave when the door flew open and none other than Hermione Granger walked straight into him. She drew back in disgust, and when Snape caught a look at her face he saw a fury there more fierce than all the times he’d taken unwarranted points off Gryffindor from her.
“Slimeball!” she spat at him, crossing her arms and glaring at her potions master.
“Pleasure to see you too, Miss Granger,” Snape drawled, in his usual surly Professor tone, but inside his heart was jumping. Why on earth was Know-it-all Granger openly insulting him? He knew the children were afraid of him, and that she wouldn’t do this without a good reason.
“Huh!” Hermione rolled her eyes, her bushy hair bouncing at the movement.
“And what precisely are you fluffing about this time, you silly girl?” Snape was pleased with the way that sounded. Not in the least bit betraying his flailing insides.
“I should think you would know!” Hermione placed her hands on her hips, and Snape had the sudden image of Molly Weasley standing before him. Merlin, he thought, just what I need, a second Molly to stick her nose in where it wasn’t necessary.
“Well, forgive me, Miss Granger, but I’m not Professor Trelawny – I don’t even begin to claim I have ESP. Perhaps, if you can manage it, of course, you could tell me what is going on?”
Hermione shook her head and gave him a look of utter disbelief. “Get out of my way!”
Snape glared at the young woman for a moment, and then, before stepping aside, said in a low whisper “Don’t think for even a moment, Miss Granger, that you shall treat me this way when we return to Hogwarts. Just because I am a part of the Order does not mean you shall receive special treatment.”
Hermione didn’t bother to reply, just pushed her way passed and down the stairs.
Sighing, Snape turned his attention back to the open doorway. From where he stood he could not see much of Tonks’ room, but the bubblegum pink wallpaper was definitely a new addition since he’d last been here. Snape had only been to Tonks’ room once before – preferring his own room, which, unlike Tonks’, wasn’t right next door to Molly and Arthur Weasley’s.
Snape took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door.
“Yeah?” Snape tried to read her mood from her voice, but found himself coming up empty handed. He stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him and found Tonks lying flat on her back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“It’s me,” he replied, not able to come up with anything else to say.
“Uh huh.”
Great, thought Snape, now what? He moved over to her bed so he was in her line of sight.
“Did you want something?” Tonks said, a rather bitter tinge to her voice. Snape paused for a moment before replying.
“I thought perhaps we could finish what we started earlier.”
Tonks looked him square in the eyes shrugged her shoulders.
“You know you didn’t have to leave. Dumbledore only wanted a couple of words…”
Tonks shrugged again. Not knowing what else to do, Snape bent down and placed a soft kiss on the witch’s lips. When he didn’t receive any protest, he slide onto the bed next to her, placed the palm of his hand on her soft cheek, and kissed her again. Her lips parted, allowing him further access. Snape relaxed somewhat, allowing the kiss to deepen. He ran his tongue over her lips, over her teeth, finally finding Tonks’ own tongue and entwining with it in a desperate battle. Slowly Snape moved his hand from her face, down her neck, tickling the skin there with feather light touches, before coming to rest on her breast. Tonks gasped as he gently kneaded the soft flesh, warmth spreading through her body, desire taking hold. Snape found Tonks’ kisses becoming hungrier, more desperate, her fingers clasping the hair at the base of his neck urging him on. Snape moaned against her mouth, in both desire and relief. Desperately he pulled her shirt open again with much less care than the first time, busting a couple of the buttons as he did. He broke their kiss, Tonks protesting at the loss, but only for a moment before his lips seized her left nipple. Snape ran his tongue over the sensitive nub, delighted in the noises this elicited from her – whimpers followed by a deep guttural groan. Alternating between licking, sucking and gently grazing with his teeth, Snape moved a hand to her other breast, not wanted it to feel neglected. He ran gently circles over it with his fingers, delighted to see the hard peak that developed. Fascinated, he gave the taught nipple a light squeeze, quite pleased with the resulting moan. Snape felt his pants grow tighter, to the point where it had become painful. All the built up tension and frustration from not releasing earlier seemed to have increased his need tenfold. Removing his roaming hand, yet not taking his mouth off its target, Snape managed to dispose of his pants and shorts. He then busied his hands pulling down Tonks’ jeans, happy that her panties came with them, saving him a few precious seconds. He placed his mouth back over Tonks’ own, kissing her almost savagely. Snape allowed his hand to wander down between her legs, one finger slowly rubbing at her clit. Snape heard the young h gah gasp and found himself overcome with desire, unable to hold out a moment longer. He begged desperately against the skin of her neck “Spread your legs, Tonks, please, spread your legs!”
Tonks complied, and Snape plunged into her in one quick move. He groaned in pleasure. She was so very tight, so very hot. He knew that he could not keep this up for very long. Slipping a hand between them, in hopes that he could get her to come quickly, Snape reclaimed her clit, grazing it with every needy thrust. He found himself pounding into her, unable to slow. Finally, with an escaped moan, Snape fell over the edge, spilling himself into her. He collapsed on top of Tonks, unable to find the energy to move for several moments.
It was then he could feel her shaking beneath him. Pulling his head up with great protest from his neck, he found, instead of what he hoped had been the throws of an orgasm, Tonks’ face streaked with tears.

Tiffany – thank you! I promise to update as often as I can!

Alana – Yep, I think Tonks has just a couple of issues to deal with here! Don’t fret though – it will end happily, I promise!

Gx-Silver – Hm, might have to find someone for Sirius too – got any suggestions? (I am NOT into writing slash, though – don’t have a problem with it, just doesn’t do it for me!)