*Deserving Of Love*

Bit of a shorter chapter. But there is a shower scene to make up for it.

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Nymphadora awoke first, and was pleased to find that Remus was still wrapped around her, his face pressed against her neck, his hand cupping a breast tightly. She ran her hand up then down his strong arm, his arm hair tickling her palm until she reached the hand covering her breast. She did not remove it, but pressed it harder against her, smiling as she felt him gently squeeze her in his sleep. He murmured drowsily and rubbed his nose against the back of her neck, nuzzling her gently.

‘He’s dreaming of me’, she thought and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of the man she had wanted for so long holding onto her so possessively. Remus shifted against her and she suddenly felt something large and hard nudge against her bottom.

Her eyes flew open in shock and amazement that a simple bit of pressure in that particular spot from this particular man could arouse her so quickly. His hand squeezed her breast again and he pushed his hips against her harder. She bit her lip from keep from making any noise, not quite sure whether it would come out as a laugh or a moan, and wiggled her hips against his, closing her eyes when a wave of desire swept over her.

She liked knowing that he was dreaming of making love to her, and she wanted to roll over and wake him up with a very naughty surprise. She was seriously fighting the urge to when he began murmuring again.

“Lily…” he breathed into her hair.

Her eyes flew open immediately, her hair faded from the bright blue from last night to a dull brown; crushing disappointment pushing all desire and happiness out of her.

She wasn’t exactly angry, what she felt was a deep ache that started in the pit of her stomach then slowly burned its way up to her chest. She let out a small high pitched strangled noise, almost a cry, and he stirred suddenly; he was awake. She was not sure what to do; should she let him know that she was awake, or just pretend to be asleep still? Did he know that he just called out for Lily while practically making love to her in his sleep? If he did remember should they talk about it or should she blow it off, pretending that she did not hear it?

“Good morning…” he breathed into her ear, kissing down her neck to her shoulder.

She turned in his arms to face him and stared into his sleepy eyes, searching for anything that would give her a clue as to know if he remembered what had just happened.

He watched her intently, leaning down and placing a kiss on her rigidly held lips, holding it there until her lips softened into a smile. He obviously did not remember his dream, and she could not possibly stay mad at him as he wrapped his arms around her and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. She decided to let it go for now, turned her hair to a long blonde style and kissed him back.

“What time is it?” Remus asked, rolling onto his back, pulling Tonks over with him. She straddled his hips and laid down across his body, folding her arms across his chest and resting her chin on them to look into his eyes.

“I have no idea what time it is. Probably time to get up… I am surprised that Molly hasn’t knocked on the door yet.”

Remus reached up and tucked a rouge strand of hair behind her ear and rose to look over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. It was seven-thirty; they were leaving at ten to go to Diagon Alley, and planned on being back by two at the latest so they could get the house ready for dinner tonight. There was going to be a dinner tonight for the kids, and there was going to be quite a gathering at the house.

Tonks placed a kiss on his chin and his nose and rolled off of him to stand up. She stretched and reached for his outstretched arm, pulling him onto his feet. He moaned as he stood, putting a hand on his lower back and bending slightly to ease the ache caused from sleeping on the floor all night.

“Are you sure that you want me? I’m getting old. My back is killing me.”

“Come on old man… the shower awaits.” She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards his bathroom. She shut the door and pulled her sweater off and tossed it on the counter. She started unbuttoning her pants before realizing that Remus was leaning against the sink with his arms across his chest, staring at her in absolute bewilderment, and not making a move to get undressed.

She unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her hips, and stepped out of them carefully. His eyes followed her as she reached around and unhooked the clasp on her bra and slowly lowered it off of her body, then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties.

She pulled them down slowly, watching his face as she kicked them off and they landed by his foot. She turned and walked to the shower, turning the tap on and stepping in, looking back at him and smiling before pulling the curtain closed behind her. Remus undressed slowly and walked toward the shower nervously.

He worried about how she would react to his naked body. Her body was beautiful, her skin smooth and flawless in her youth, the curve of her hips and breasts round and perfect.
His body was covered in scars; his back and chest had jagged lines across them, angry welts could be found on the back of his legs. She began humming softly and he decided to take a leap of faith, and pulled back the curtain and stepped in just as she was reaching for the shampoo.

He took it from her and motioned for her to turn her back to him before he squeezed a generous amount into his large palm. He pulled her head back further and carefully applied the shampoo to her honey colored tresses, working it into a lather all the way down to the ends before giving her scalp a light scrub. She groaned as he turned her around and tipped her head under the spray to rinse away the soap bubbles. Her neck was elongated by her position and he could not resist placing a kiss on the pulse point at the base of her neck.

He washed her body next, teasing her breasts with his slippery soapy hands, and deliberately running his hand between her legs softly. He tortured her like this for what seemed like forever, moving his long fingers over her opening before finally dipping one finger into her heated core. She moaned lightly as his fingers ran through her slick folds before finding the small nub at the apex of her smooth thighs. He moved in closer and wrapped a strong arm around her waist as his fingers moved in and out of her, her whimpers echoing off the tiled walls as he worked her into a fever pitch. He held her tighter against him as he began moving faster against her, his change in rhythm causing her muscles to contract violently around his fingers and a long slow moan escape her lips.

“Oh Gods… Remus…” she breathed out, almost collapsing as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He held her up as she regained control of her legs, and leaned down to capture her trembling lips in a heated kiss.

She returned the favor, switching him places and turning him to face the spray. She stood on tiptoe and washed his hair first, careful to not let the shampoo drip down his face. After he had rinsed she started washing his back, moving her small soap-covered hands over each of his scars; they were slightly rough and raised as she delicately traced each one with her smooth fingertips. She placed kisses on each of them, and he smiled as he felt her smooth lips and tongue gently caress his battered skin.

She reached around to wash his chest; pressing her bare breasts against his back as she worked running her fingers through the curls of his chest hair that covered his lean muscles. She admired his body as she worked, moving her hands up and down his torso, then down his strong arms to his large hands. She smiled at what those large hands had just done to her, blushing slightly as she again ran her hands down his chest toward his groin.

She pressed a kiss against his shoulder blade as she took him in one hand, her other resting against the flat plane of his belly. He was wildly aroused, and she worked her hand over his erection, delighting in the fact that his breathing was becoming ragged already. She tickled her fingers over his hardness and was getting excited again as she felt the full size of him.

He wasn’t terribly long, above average, but he was thick.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip at the thought that she would have him inside of her soon, and she had to resist the urge to turn him around and jump him right then and there. Instead she focused on pleasuring him, giving him a small taste of what tomorrow would bring by grasping him tightly, smiling as his breath caught in his throat and he leaned forward to rest his head against the tiles. He groaned and moved his legs further apart as she picked up the pace, pressing her breasts into his back tightly and pulling his hips back into her as she brought him to orgasm. He began shuddering against her and she ran her tongue up his back to his neck, biting and sucking his flesh frantically, bringing him even closer to the edge. He breathed out her name in several strangled gasps, and she sucked even harder on his neck as he suddered one last time.

She felt victorious when his orgasm hit and his seed covered her hand; it made her happy that she could please him as much as he pleased her earlier. She rinsed him from her hands and kissed the scars covering his back as he got his body and breathing under control. He reached down and turned off the water after a few seconds of standing under the spray. Tonks was still pressed against him as his breathing returned to normal, her breasts held firmly against his back as she leaned her cool cheek against his burning skin.

Remus turned to look at her, a mischievious smile crossing her face as she ran her hands up his stomach to rest flat against his chest. Remus bent down and picked her up under each thigh, bringing her legs around his waist tightly. Tonks giggled as he kissed her deeply and stepped out of the tub, holding her tightly against him as he crossed to the countertop. They broke the kiss and she clung to him for a minute, her legs tightly around his waist, her face buried in his neck as he set her down.

Remus leaned back to look at her, fighting with himself to not touch her; she was beautiful in that moment. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped to the side and a small smile was on her lips; she looked all at once innocent yet highly alluring, and he leaned in to place a suctioning kiss on her neck. She shivered against him, a combination of his rough skin against her sensitive throat and the cool air running across her still wet flesh.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the counter, steadying her as her feet touched the ground, and turned to grab towel off of the back of the door. He wrapped her up in it, rubbing her arms and back in an effort to dry her and keep her warm before wrapping a towel around his own waist. She looked around the bathroom and a thought hit her suddenly.

“I didn’t bring any clean clothes. I can’t go back to my room in a towel, what if someone sees me?”

Remus slowly pulled the towel from around her, and reached for his robe on the back of the door, wrapping her in it. He tied the belt loosely, allowing the front to fall open slightly, enjoying the view of her just-visible breasts.

“There. Of course if you do get caught, they will probably wonder why you are wearing my robe…”

She laughed and pulled the robe shut before reaching down and picking her clothes off of the floor, purposefully forgetting the pink pair of panties sitting half way under Remus’ discarded shirt. They left the bathroom hand in hand, Remus leading them to the door, opening it carefully to check if the coast was clear. He turned and faced her, pulling the collar of her robe even tighter around her as she fiddled with the towel at his waist.

“Thanks for the lovely evening, sir. Not to mention the amazing shower; I feel remarkably refreshed.”

“You are welcome. I will happily wash your back anytime, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Mmmm… I enjoyed you washing my front even more…”

A devilish smile crossed her face and she stood on tiptoe to place a quick kiss against
his lips, pulling away just as his tongue flicked against her bottom lip.

“Cheeky…” he muttered as she slipped under his arm and into the hall, taking his towel with her to leave him standing naked in his doorway. She scampered happily to her room as she watched him fumble to cover himself and disappear, smiling, behind a closed door.

As she slipped into her room she was sure she felt someone watching her, and she turned in time to see Sirius wink at her from his doorway before she disappeared behind her closed door. She smiled, knowing that Sirius was probably having to fight himself from bursting into Remus’ room and patting him on the back for finally acting like the Marauder that he truly was.