*Deserving Of Love*

Another long chapter... not as long as the last one. Some good smut though!!!

Reviews welcome.


Remus had been working for a few hours in the privacy of the library and he was sure that his head was going to burst with frustration.

He had been reading the same paragraph over and over again, trying very hard to make sense out of the conflicting descriptions of various side effects of a new potion for lycanthropy.

He had been reading this same document for the past two days now, and he was growing nervous about the approaching full moon. He would be spending this full moon in St. Mungo’s, trying out this new potion and being observed. But the side effects of the potion were unclear; one part of the document said that it may cause you to be sleepy for a few days after the full moon, while another warned that it may actually make you hyperactive, moody and an increase of sense of hearing and smell. Some other side effects were temporary delusions and outbursts, memory loss, and excruciating headaches.

His head ached from just going over this and he desperately needed a cup of tea and a nap. He pulled off his reading glasses and held his head in his hands, massaging his temples as he tried to make a decision on whether to take the potion straight, or mix it with the Wolfsbane Potion Snape brewed him every month. A soft knock on the door startled him out of his dilemma, and he jumped slightly.

“Come in.”
He called, not even lifting his head when the door squeaked open. Light quick footsteps made their way to him and he could see a small hand out of the corner of his eye set a white chipped mug of tea down on his desk next to his left elbow. He knew it was Tonks, he could smell her, and raised his head and turned to look at her. She crouched down beside him and looked up into his tired eyes, his face rather worn looking all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong?”
She brought her small hand up and brushed his hair away from his forehead gently. Her hair faded suddenly, worried that there was something wrong with him, and she pressed her cool hand against his warm cheek.

“Nothing. I just can not make sense of these notes. They are telling me very conflicting things about a particular potion. It is driving me mad. I can not make up my mind on whether to go ahead and try the potion straight and face the possible side effects, as well as it not working at all, or if I should rely on the Wolfsbane Potion as a kind of security. At least with that I will stay the same as I am now, mentally speaking. The new potion may not work at all, and then I will have to fully transform…”

He sat in silence for a minute, staring into Tonks’ worried grey eyes, and decided to drop the topic for now; he did not want to worry Tonks. He managed a small smile and nodded to the cup she had set down.

“Thank you for the tea Nymphadora; I was about to go fetch some myself actually.”

He picked up the tea and took a sip of it, relaxing a little as the warm liquid made its way down his throat. Tonks stood up, walked behind him and placed her hands on his slumped over shoulders, rubbing slowly to help him relax.

“I was just thinking that I needed a massage…”

Remus whispered low as he sat up straight; her fingers working their way over his tight muscles. He groaned as she pinched up his neck into the base of his skull, running the pads of her thumbs up over his hairline. Her hands returned to his strong shoulders, enjoying the feel of his warmth under her palms.

He was terribly knotted, and she reached around him to unbutton his shirt, moving her hands down into his collar. His skin was warm to her touch, and as she worked her fingers over the knots of his neck and shoulders, it got even hotter. She left his neck for a second and ran her hands down the plains of his back, enjoying the feel of his body responding to her touch as he shifted in his seat. She worked her hands slowly up his back, moving toward his shoulders, pressing firmly on either side of his spine as she ascended.

His breathing was growing ragged as she worked, and a low groan escaped his mouth when she wrapped her arms underneath his, the palms of her hands resting against the front of his shoulders to pull him back against her chest. Tonks pressed her mouth against the side of his exposed neck, unable to resist the soft skin there; he smelled like the soap they had used in the shower that morning, with a faint smell of chocolate and spice mixed in.

She inhaled deeply, and then ran her tongue in a hot wet line up the side of his neck to the spot under his ear. A low sigh made its way out of his open mouth as she nuzzled behind his ear, smiling as she teased him, enjoying the fact that she was in complete control of the seduction this time. Tonks moved her hands to his back again, giving his neck a quick squeeze before she wrapped her arms around it, running her palms down his bared chest.

His light chest hair tickled her palms as she slowly caressed her way over his flat stomach. She could feel only a thin line of hair leading from his navel to the waist of his trousers, and she ran a teasing finger over it lightly, desperately wanting to trace it with her tongue. She raked her nails up his chest and he sucked in a harsh breath as she pulled his shoulders toward her, holding him hard against his chair as she walked around to face him.

He was breathing harshly, his mouth open slightly, his shoulders rising and falling in a quick rhythm as she swung her leg over him and sat on his lap.

She was caught between the desk and his chest, poised carefully on his lap, her feet just touching the floor. She rotated her hips and pressed herself firmly against the hardness growing between her thighs; he responded by jerking his hips up against hers, a small breathy moan escaping her lips as her head went back.

Remus ran his hands up her thighs, letting his thumbs graze the sensitive inside before moving up her body toward her ribs. He gently leaned her back against the desk, arching her back across it, causing her pelvis to sit even tighter against his, her chest to be level with his mouth. Remus could see the sharp peaks of her nipples through her t-shirt, the sight almost making him lose control completely as he lurched forward to nibble at one through the thin fabric. Tonks ground her hips against him as he did this, trying to get closer to the erection pressing into her, an overwhelming need for release building in her.

Remus swiftly raised his hands and practically ripped her shirt from her body, desperately wanting to feel her skin pressed against his. She wore a sheer black lace bra under her t-shirt, her nipples clearly visible through the delicate fabric. He pulled her upright, both of his hands pressed into her back as he kissed and licked his way up her chest.

She wrapped her arms fully around his head, pulling him closer as he kissed her neck, pausing to dart his tongue against the pulse point at the base of her throat. He sucked on that spot gently, then nibbled on it for a second, enjoying the feeling of her pulse racing against his lips. He moved back suddenly, watching her chest move at a frantic rhythm. He liked knowing that he could do this to her; drive her completely mad just by touching her briefly.

His hands left her back and slid around to unhook the bra clasp resting between her breasts, and he watched as her breasts bounced out of the black lace to rest full, yet perky on her chest. Remus leaned forward and took the left one in his mouth, sucking gently on the hard peak and he teased the other breast with nimble fingers. Tonks pulled his head closer to her, her fingers tangled into his hair as he continued his ministrations, nearly climaxing as she felt a tooth scrape her sensitive flesh.

“Oh Gods Remus… now… please.”

She begged as she slid against his length, pulling her legs up onto the sides of the chair for leverage as she bucked her hips against him. She was not sure if she could control the frantic need to feel him inside of her much longer; she was silently willing him to tear her panties off and throw her on the floor. She could care less if someone burst in on them shagging wildly on the rug.

The scent of her desire was completely overwhelming, and he stood suddenly and carried her to the chaise, practically slamming her down against the firm cushions. Tonks gasped as he withdrew from her and pulled his wand out of his pocket. He pointed it to the door and started muttering, placing wards on it so they would not be disturbed, and then cast silencio on the room before turning back to her. He placed his wand on the floor next to them and looked into her eyes as he reached under her skirt and found her panties.

Remus ran a long finger across the front of them, his own arousal growing at how wet they were. He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and very slowly pulled down, Tonks holding her breath with every inch that he lowered them. She let out a loud sigh as he pulled them from her ankles, and she opened her legs wider, hoping that this time he would oblige her and finally settle himself between them. She went to sit up and reach for his pants, but he pushed her back down, a wolfish smile coming across his face as he knelt down on the floor.

Her heart was beating out of her chest as she saw his hand disappear once again beneath her skirt. Her body was absolutely aching for him to touch her, and she cried out when his fingers finally found her slick folds. Remus very slowly began stroking her, just keeping shy of the two places she wanted touched the most. Tonks began thrusting her hips against his hand, trying to force him harder against her; but he held back, still slowly stroking her, waiting until she was almost begging until he slipped one finger inside of her.

He immediately felt her muscles tighten around him, and he slid another finger in, enjoying the warmth and firmness of her wrapped around him completely. He almost could not stop himself from tearing off his own clothes and burying himself fully into her; every time she moved her hips against him, or tightened her muscles even more to draw him further in, he could feel his control start to slip.

Remus stopped suddenly, and Tonks let out a slow long moan as she felt his fingers leave her body. She started to protest until he starting kissing his way up her leg, pausing to tease her inner thigh. He did not shave that morning, and his stubble abraded her sensitive flesh beautifully, causing a high moan to escape her open mouth as his cheek rubbed against her roughly. He nuzzled the spot between her legs, causing her hips to thrust forward suddenly, but he ignored her nonverbal request and pulled back slightly, just out of contact with her skin.

She groaned in frustration, and he looked up as she ran a frantic hand up her chest to cup her left breast. The sight of her touching herself so unabashedly made him grow even harder, and he watched for a few seconds before her eyes fluttered open. He could see pleading in her bright blue eyes, and she chewed her lip nervously as she ran her hand down to her belly, stopping as she reached her skirt. She reached around and unhooked the clasp that was holding it closed, and flung it off of herself. She stared at him as she did this, keeping her eyes locked with his as her hand ran over her stomach, and rested above her triangle of curls.

Remus could control himself no longer, and decided to put an end to both their suffering by flicking his tongue across the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. A noise that was half moan, half whimper escaped her mouth, and she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair. He set a slow rhythm, moving his tongue in slow circles, trying to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. He moved his tongue along the length of her folds, then moved slowly back up to draw circles around her clitoris, before sucking gently on it.

He slipped two fingers into her, moving in a slow rhythm with his tongue strokes, causing Tonks to thrash and moan underneath him, begging him to go faster, harder. He finally obeyed, moving his fingers in and out of her quickly as his tongue worked in small circles around her sensitive bud. Her muscles tightened suddenly and she screamed out her release, his name coming out in several loud moans, her entire body shaking as he pulled his fingers from her to grip her thighs and pull her closer to him. He thrust his tongue across her clitoris once more and sucked on it gently as a final moan escaped her lips before her body fell slack from exhaustion.

Remus placed his head on her inner thigh as her breathing slowed and her body stopped shaking from pleasure-aftershocks. Her hands were still tangled in his hair and she pulled gently until he moved up to kiss her; she moaned with the taste of herself on him, and she kissed him deeply in appreciation for the release he had just given her. She knew that he would be amazing at pleasing a woman; he seemed the type of man who enjoyed giving a woman pleasure before taking his own.

“Remus that was amazing…” she whispered against his lips as he kissed her gently, nibbling at her lips until she parted them to allow his tongue to sweep in. He deepened the kiss, reaching down to take her hands in his and as he pulled her from her reclining position to her feet. He held her tightly against him as they stood, her legs still slightly wobbly from the pleasure coursing through her body. She giggled into his kiss, realizing what he wanted next, and reached down to unbuckle his pants as she started lower to her knees. Remus stopped her, pulling her back onto her feet and grabbed her hands, holding them tightly to her sides as he broke the kiss.

“What is the matter? It is definitely your turn…” She smiled and broke away from his grasp to reach for his zipper again, only to have him pull her hands away once more.

“No. It’s okay.”

Tonks was confused. He had just given her the most amazing orgasm she had ever had in her life, was hard as a rock against her belly, and did not want her to reciprocate oral sex? She was used to men who did not give in that department, only took, so she was unsure how to respond to him. Suddenly she felt rejected; like she had done something to turn him off, or he realized that he did not want her after all.

“You… you don’t want me?”

She felt her eyes suddenly sting with tears and her hair faded from the bubble gum pink to a dull brown. She pulled her bra back over her breasts, turning away from him slightly to hook it, then reached down to grab her skirt, throwing it around her hips and hooking it before his hand reached out to stop her. He turned her toward him and brought a hand up to her face, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss on it.

“How can you possibly think that I do not want you? After what just happened, how can you ask me that?”

Tonks looked up into his eyes, not really sure of what he was telling her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Tonks pressed her forehead into his neck, and he reached up to place a finger under her chin, gently lifting her face towards her.

“Nymphadora… I did not pleasure you just now just so you would ‘return the favor’, so to speak. I wanted to please you.”

“And I want to please you…”

“And you will get that chance, trust me. But not tonight. When we partake in that particular joy, I do not want to have to cut it short. I want to be selfish about you and not have to quickly finish and go out and have dinner with a whole group of people.”

She snuggled against him, her head resting against the bare skin of his chest, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

“I was ready to jump you earlier in Diagon Alley. I was seriously considering dragging you into the Leaky Cauldron and getting a room for an hour or two. Especially after our shower this morning… so I am glad you did not make me wait any longer. And now I know what to expect when I finally get to have you.”

Remus chuckled and squeezed her tightly against him for a second before drawing back to look down at her. He gave her a quick kiss then released her to pick his wand off of the floor, and cast a cleansing spell on both of them. Tonks scrunched up her nose and turned her hair to a bright red pixie, and went to retrieve her shirt from the floor by the desk.

“I wonder if everyone is here yet… I almost forgot about dinner. Molly is going to kill us for not helping set up.”

Tonks bent and picked up her discarded panties, slipping them back on under her skirt before turning to catch Remus watching her intently. She walked to him and began to button his gaping shirt, placing kisses up his chest with each button she did. She left the top two unbuttoned and nuzzled at his neck briefly before finding his lips again.

Remus pulled her fiercely against his chest, wrapping his arms around her protectively. She felt safe when he was holding her like this and allowed herself once again to get lost in the feeling of his mouth teasing hers. He finally broke the kiss, holding her against him to whisper into her ear, his voice raspy from breathlessness.

“We have to leave this room before I forget my manners and start stripping your clothes off again.”

She giggled and placed several quick kisses against his jaw line before reluctantly pulling herself from his arms. They walked to the door hand in hand, and he muttered to release the wards. They kissed again as he pulled the door open, not noticing the tall figure in black standing there, arms crossed over a stiff frock coat.

Severus Snape watched as the werewolf and the young witch kissed deeply, clearing his throat when he saw Tonks pink tongue dart over the corner of Remus’ mouth. They both jumped at the noise and broke the kiss; Remus quickly pulled himself from Tonks’ arms, sending Tonks reeling backward against the door. They turned to look at the sneering man standing before them, nervously straightening their clothes as they tried to contain themselves. He stood silent, looking from one to the other, enjoying the wave of red that was washing over both of them, secretly rejoicing at catching them both in such an awkward position.

“Severus… um… what do you… I mean, what can I do for you?”

Remus finally managed to say, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal, running a nervous hand through his messy hair. Severus stood silent for another second, watching Tonks, who was avoiding his gaze by staring over his head at the wall behind him. He slowly turned to Remus, and a small mocking smile crept onto his face.

“I am not sure I would venture to find that out Lupin. But let me say that from the state of Miss Tonks appearance,” he looked down at her tattered-hemmed skirt and fishnets that were twisted, up to her rumpled shirt and unruly hair. “I may have come at a bad time.”

He pulled a vial out of his coat pocket and shook it slightly, pulling his hand away when Remus reached out to take it from him.

“And I may have been a little too late with this; I sense that the wolf inside of you may have already taken over. And apparently has claimed for itself a little lost sheep. Be careful Miss Tonks, I hear he bites.”

Severus held out his hand and Remus glared at him as he took the potion bottle from his outstretched palm. Severus smirked as he turned from them, striding down the hall stiffly. Tonks burst out laughing, bringing a small hand to her chest.

“Bloody hell, I thought for a second that he was going to give us a detention for snogging in the library or something. I forgot how terrifying the man could be… he used to scare the devil out of me in school, I almost failed his classes because I would get so nervous that half of my potions were either spilled or ruined by vigorous over stirring.”

Remus laughed low in his throat and slipped the bottle into his pocket before sticking his head into the hall to make sure it was clear, then reaching for her hand and leading them out of the room.

“He is not that frightening, just horribly misunderstood.”

Tonks looked at him in surprise, raising her eyebrows at his defense of Severus when he outright ridiculed and insulted Remus anytime he was near. Remus caught the look of shock on her face and continued to explain, his voice slipping into teacher mode.

“In school Severus was tormented on a daily basis. Especially by James and Sirius… unfortunately, I never attempted to stop them. And due to an unfortunate incident in our fifth year by Sirius, he has every right to dislike me.”

Tonks tugged on Remus’s hand, causing him to stop in front of her bedroom. He turned and faced her, backing her up against the door slowly. He shoved both hands in his pockets in order to control the urge to put them on her and tilted his head toward her when she beckoned him closer with a bent finger.

“I am going to change before dinner. You are more than welcome to help me if you would like…” Tonks said playfully, reaching up to run a finger up his arm.

“I think that it is unwise to tease a wild animal Ms. Tonks and I believe you are old enough to know that by now.”

“But you are not a wild animal Professor.”

“If you keep touching me like that I may become one.”

He smiled at her, despite the false sternness in his voice, and she giggled as she turned the doorknob behind her, disappearing into the darkness of her room. He turned and backtracked to his room, deciding that a cold shower and a quick change was in order as well.