A Newly-Formed Love

Remus woke up the next morning, cradling Tonks in his arms. She was so beautiful, he thought, as she lay there sleeping away. He watched her snooze fondly while thoughts erupted in his mind.

The events of the previous night exhausted them both. The shock of what Severus Snape had done, turning on them all... the death of a glorious and legendary headmaster, and the endless battling with the death eaters was emotionally and physically draining.

And through all of that, in the hospital wing last night, Tonks had admitted her love to him in front of everyone. He had been telling her for over a year now that it would not work. ‘Why would someone as young and beautiful like her waste her time with an old and dangerous man like me?’ He had found himself thinking constantly. Then he was reminded of what Molly Weasley had said that same night, and it was true: Dumbledore could have done with knowing there’d still be love in the world after he had gone.

Her pink hair had returned last night, when they had reached his house. When they came inside of it they had declared their love for each other... and with one kiss, she had her powers back. They had fallen asleep innocently in his bedroom in the clothes they had worn at the castle.

“Remus?”

“Yes?” He replied, snapping out of his thoughts and looking down at his beautiful.

“I was wondering what you were doing.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You were just... staring at me.”

“I was entranced by your beauty.” He said, kissing her. He paused afterwards, gazing into her eyes, and then words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“No woman has ever taken the time to ignore who I am... what I become, and–and love me. But you... you told me you didn’t care.”

“And I don’t.” She said firmly. “I cannot deny my feelings, nor allow you to prevent me being close to you just because of who you are.”

Remus felt himself frowning as his eyes began to water and tears slid down his face.
Tonks reached up and wiped them away with her thumbs, her eyes full of compassion.

“It’s okay now, you are not alone. You will never be alone again.” She said, her voice shaking.

Remus held her close and shut his eyes.

She peppered kisses down his neck and he gave into them, letting her heal his pain. She kissed him deeply and he kissed back, unable to take the newly formed passion writhing inside of him.

He crawled on top of her, holding her down, kissing her more. She squirmed under his grip, but she liked his dominance. She stared up at him with this fire burning in her eyes as he began to remove her clothes.

“Remus...” She pleaded.

He stopped and looked down at her.

“I need... I want....” She whimpered, her hands traveling upwards on his body and twisting the back of his shirt in her grip with pure longing.

He ripped off her last remaining items of clothing. He needed her too... he wanted her too... never had he wanted anyone so badly. But something in his mind suddenly clicked, drowning out all forms of lust.

“No.” He said sitting up.

Tonks immediately sat up, grasping his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“I-I can’t...” He told her.

She looked at him, both confused but willing to try and talk to him. “Remus, please tell me what’s wrong.”

Remus heaved in a long breath of air and exhaled, giving a shudder. “Nymphadora, I keep having doubts. Why did you choose me?” He asked.

A slight frown line appeared on her forehead as she began to speak slowly and clearly. “It is because you are everything to me.” She said, “Remus, I have been falling more and more in love with you ever since I joined the order... when I met you that day we have arranged the first meeting. I knew you were intelligent, caring, insightful, and I was attracted to you the most out of anyone I’d ever met before.”

Remus shrugged, “I’m not the one with the good looks--that would have been Sirius.”

Tonks chuckled. “I could never have been with a man who caused too much trouble. He seemed too distraught all the time leading up to that horrible night; I couldn’t have burdened him with thoughts of love. I love him and I miss him horribly, but I would never want him as a partner–he’s more like a brother to me... It’s been only you, Remus.”

He stared at her for a few long seconds thinking deeply and carefully... and then he accepted her words. He believed and he could not let another doubt appear in his mind.
He took her into his arms and kissed her once more.

She returned it passionately and once again their longings kicked in; he had he back on his bed, forcing kisses onto her as he removed his last remaining items of clothing.

“Are you sure?” He asked her in all seriousness.

“I am.” She whispered, “I choose you to take away my innocence.”

And with that, he kissed her once more and they both swam in a rush of what was pure and sensual. He entered her virgin body and slowly pushed himself in. He saw the look of pain on her face and he looked at her, worried, and he began to take himself out. She only shook her head, grabbing his attention immediately, muttering the word “faster.” He soon obeyed and she moaned and writhed under his thrusting body, pleading him for more; her purity taken. He closed his eyes, breathing frantically; taking in every ounce of pleasure... gasps emitted from his mouth. He opened his eyes after a short while and held her close to him in his arms, wanting her to feel as he felt; that they were one. He quickened the pace even more.

After several minutes in which he was controlling himself not to let go until he had satisfied her first, he felt her climax; a loud series of moans that sent chills all throughout his body, causing him to slow his pace gradually as he felt himself reach, almost immediately afterwards, the same high point as she had just had.

He stopped and took himself out of her, gulping in air, his heart racing wildly. He took her into his arms and he kissed her forehead. She kissed back, gazing up at him.

“I love you.” She whispered weakly in his arms.

“I love you too.” He answered, pulling her even closer to him.