The Wager

The Wager

“Face it, Tonks.” Sirius said, finishing his dinner on the couch. “You’re not his type.”

“Oh yeah, and what exactly is his type?”

“Well,” he was pensive, “when we were in school, Remus totally went for the quiet, classy girls. Okay, he never actually went for them, he just kinda liked them from afar. But in comparison to what he’s into these days, you’re way off. You’re much too…”

“Yes?” Tonks asked, clearly irritated.

“Loud. And clumsy. Oh, and obnoxious.” He finished fearlessly.

“Look who’s talking! Mr. Obnoxious himself.” She snapped. “Besides, I think you’re wrong. By the way he acts, I think he DOES like me and I’m sure he’s interested in me.”

Sirius placed his fork and empty plate and on the coffee table and chuckled. “Maybe he’s interested in you as a friend, but he’s not interested in you in a physical way.” He winked. “I guarantee you.”

Tonks’ eyes narrowed. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Sirius took his time, examining his nails and picking away imaginary dirt, “the poor bastard’s got it bad for someone else.”

Tonks’ heart sank. “Who?” She whispered, bracing for news that her Remus was in love with another woman.

Sirius grinned. It was a toothy, arrogant, ‘I’m so proud of myself’ kind of grin. “Why yours truly of course.”

Much to Sirius’ irritation, Tonks suddenly exploded with laughter. She doubled over and pounded the floor, gasping for air. “Holy…shit! Y-you? Oh, that’s…that’s fucking rich! Ha ha…”

“Jesus Christ!”Sirius hissed. “Would you keep it down? He’s in the next room!”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, still laughing, “what on earth makes you think he’s attracted to YOU?”

He glared at her, clearly annoyed that his allure was not obvious. “Look, maybe you don’t see it because we’re cousins, I’ll give you that. But, Remus and I have been stuck under the same roof now for almost a year, and we live in such close quarters, poor bugger has seen enough of me to realize what he’s missing.” Tonks cackled with glee, and the look Sirius gave her was murderous. "Would you shut up? Do you want him to hear?" He hissed. "Look, Remus and I are good friends, and he probably doesn’t want to jeopardize that friendship, which is why he's kept his feelings for me quiet. Now I don’t swing that way, but I don’t blame him for falling for me. It happens sometimes.” He shrugged.

“So, let me get this straight.” Tonks replied, speaking very slowly and trying desperately not to laugh. “You think that you are SO fucking attractive that Remus would go gay for you?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said solemnly. “And there’s no need to make him feel bad about it either. Just because he’s not interested in you.”

“Sirius Black,” Tonks exclaimed, “you are the most arrogant, conceited, vain, idiotic jackass I have ever met! I would bet my ass that Remus is NOT interested in you, not in the least! He likes GIRLS Sirius, and as irresistible as you might think you are, he is attracted to ME, not you! And by the way, if I wanted him, I could SO get him!”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is, cuz?” He growled aggressively.

"Umm..." Tonks suddenly felt trapped. As kids, he had dared her to do some pretty awful and embarassing things - one particularly humiliating Christmas came to mind. I'd better take this slow or I could end up with my naked ass in the snow again. "Well...what did you have in mind?"

Sirius’ eyes narrowed. “A way to prove that he is interested in me, and therefore has NO interest in you. A little, friendly wager." Tonks couldn't help but notice that there was nothing friendly about his tone. "Before midnight tonight, you have to get Remus to kiss you. I mean really, really kiss you. And if you can’t,” he smiled wickedly, “then I get to really, really kiss you.”

Tonks gasped. “But you’re my cousin! Sirius, we’re…RELATED!”

“Chicken?” He taunted.

“No…” She muttered uncertainly. He grinned triumphantly, and Tonks was incensed. Fuck that, there's no way I'm caving when I can SO teach Sirius a lesson...oh, he's gonna regret this, she thought as all common sense suddenly went out the window. “Fine, I’ll take your stupid bet. And if I win, and I get Remus to really, really kiss me, then you have to really, really, REALLY kiss Remus! So ha!”

Tonks laughed as Sirius visibly blanched. She could tell he was suddenly having second thoughts - Sirius was proud of being a macho, irresistable ladies-man, and making him kiss Remus was the best justice she could imagine. Though she was proud that Sirius now looked adequately horrified, a tiny bit of guilt over what they planned to do to the unwilling participant, Remus, began to creep in. But now that the gun was loaded, neither one of the stubborn Black cousins could balk without losing face. Tonks steeled her courage and shook Sirius’ clammy hand. He grasped her hand tightly and jerked her dangerously close.

“One more thing, cuz.” He hissed hotly. “I’m not taking your word for it. I have to see him kiss you,” he snorted, “or not kiss you, with my own eyes.”

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“What the hell is that?” Sirius gasped, gesturing to Tonks’ clothes. She was wearing an impossibly tight, low-cut black silk blouse and a trim lacy skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. The ensemble left little to the imagination.

“Just something I picked up in Diagon Alley. Did you get the invisibility cloak?”

“Yeah. Umm…you look…different…” He muttered, still gawking at her. She smiled and twirled, kicking up a leg behind her jovially.

“Concerned?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “Thinking Remus can’t resist this?”

Down boy, he thought. Sirius tore his eyes away from Tonks and forced himself to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was totally and utterly fucked. Tonks had disappeared all evening, and judging by her clothes, she had obviously been out shopping for ‘supplies’.

“He’s waiting for me in the kitchen. I told him I have something important to discuss.” Tonks said, leading Sirius towards the stairs. He followed obediently, enjoying the view of her behind. She was talking but he was having trouble paying total attention. “Now I put a chair next to the door. When we get down there I’ll hold open the door for you, and you slip in and sit right down and don’t move. And don’t you DARE let him know you’re there, because I know Remus, and there’s no way he’ll kiss me with you in the room, got it?”

Sirius nodded numbly as they started down the next flight of stairs. “It’s ten o’clock now. That gives me two hours. Now when you say “really” kiss you meant tongue, right?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He muttered stupidly.

“Ok.” She took a deep breath like an athlete sizing up the course. “And how long does this kiss have to last?”

“A minute. Two minutes. Whatever.” Sirius grunted.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” She said coolly. Get in and get out, nice and easy Tonks, she reassured herself. You can do this baby. And if you don’t, she warned herself grimly, you have to snog Sirius. She took one look at his drooling expression and was suddenly feeling very motivated not to lose.

“Put the cloak on.” She instructed, and in a second Sirius had disappeared from view. “Let’s get this over with.” She pushed open the heavy door to the basement kitchen and felt Sirius walk through ahead of her. The chair creaked as he sat in it, and she coughed loudly to cover up the sound.

“Nymphadora.” Remus stood and smiled in surprise. “That outfit is very..." his voice squeaked, and he cleared his throat, "nice.”

“Thanks.” She said, suddenly flushing red. It had all felt so innocent but now that she was standing in the same room as Remus she felt like a total jerk. He was a good man, a wonderful man, and she had undeniably real feelings for him. How could she manipulate him like this, for a stupid bet? Her nerve instantly went out the floo. How the hell am I going to get out of this one? She took a few steps back towards the door, intending to bolt, when she heard a tiny snicker from the corner. Suddenly she pictured Sirius, cocky and victorious and moving in to kiss her, and her stomach lurched.

No turning back now.

“What’s wrong?” Remus asked, his gaze penetrating. He stepped towards her. “You look tense.”

“I’m fine.” She whispered, looking anywhere but at him. He seemed puzzled but did not press the issue.

“I made us tea. Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll pour us some?” He gestured to the table, and she walked over stiffly and sat down. Remus chatted as he prepared her cup. “By any chance do you find the house warm today?”

“No.” She replied. “Why?”

“Well,” Remus chuckled behind her, “Sirius was walking around shirtless practically all evening. It struck me as quite odd, as the house feels rather cool actually.” Tonks was outraged.Why that arrogant, conceited jerk! Walking around the house bare-chested, thinking he could skew the odds! Tonks glared at the chair that she knew Sirius was sitting in and rudely saluted. Suddenly, two hands popped out of the cloak, and Sirius saluted her back, double. Then he was totally invisible again.

"All done." Remus turned and Tonks quickly shook the indignant look off of her face. Remus placed two steaming cups on the table and slipped into the chair beside her. She muttered her thanks and took a sip.

“Whoa Remus. This isn’t your usual tea! What did you put in here?”

“A tiny drop of buttered rum. Do you like it?” He asked softly.

“I do.” She said, noticing the warm feeling she was getting inside. She began to drink faster, suddenly grateful for the liquid courage. Remus took a couple of sips of his own tea before he turned to face her.

“So, what did you want to talk about tonight?” He asked.

Oh god, he is so handsome. His warm grey eyes twinkled in the firelight, the way his messy hair fell across his forehead and that hint of a little-boy smile that touched his lips made her want to…why am I here again? Her heart fluttered. She took another chug of her tea.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, Remus spoke.

"Is everything okay?"

"Mmmhmm."

Tonks was surprised when Remus' large, male hand slid over her small delicate one. His skin, so calloused and rough and warm gave her instant goose bumps. “Nymphadora?” He whispered. “You really do look beautiful tonight.” He was so close. She could feel the heat of his skin and she could barely breathe. Her body began to tingle.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He murmured. "Anything at all?" His hand was stroking hers, ever so teasingly. Suddenly his face was a breath away from hers, and she saw something she recognized flash in his eyes. Desire. They were an inch away from the kiss that she had come for, but she couldn't do it. She couldn’t let it end so quickly. She wanted more. And she wondered how that exquisite hand would feel somewhere else...

Without thinking, without caring that Sirius was watching, she grabbed Remus’ hand and placed it on the bare skin of her thigh. Holding his hand firmly, she pushed it up her skirt. He gasped as his fingers touched the silky fabric of her panties. He began to softly stroke the fabric, tracing the lacy edges of the garment,
caressing the silky gauzy material as if it held something priceless. She moaned as his fingers moved, exploring with the pads of his fingers, and then with the fingertips, enjoying the female softness of her lingerie and the temptation of what lay underneath. His breath was coming in ragged, tortured gasps now, and it made her feel sexy and wanted. He was dying to have more. She too needed more, though she didn't know how to tell him.

“Remus, please…” She whispered, and instantly understanding, he slid his fingers inside of smooth fabric. He groaned when he touched her wet folds. Her head fell backwards and she uttered a high-pitched mewl when his calloused finger slid inside of her. Remus was kissing her neck, sending chills of pleasure down her spine and through her nipples. Her hand reached up to find its way inside of her blouse as she cupped and stroked her breast, pinching the nipple just enough to make herself cry out. Her glazed eyes rested on the chair that Sirius sat in, and suddenly the thought that he was watching caused her body to feel even more sensitive and aroused. Knowing that his eyes were smoldering on her made the pleasure even more exquisite.

She arched her back as Remus’ finger began to glide smoothly, in and out of her, moving to a rhythm both exotic and intuitive.

“Do you like that?” He groaned breathily, the sound of his aroused voice causing her to shiver. Tonks nodded and cried out his name. Her hand moved quickly and found the firmness in his pants. She rubbed his considerable length through the heavy fabric as he groaned, and soon she was fumbling with the button, the zipper, everything that stood in the way of getting her hands on his sensitive, velvety skin. He hastily undid several buttons so that he could lift her breast out of her blouse. Pushing aside the lacy fabric of her bra with his thumb, his mouth came down upon her sensitive nipple.

“Oh…” she moaned, when her hand finally arrived, skin to skin, at his rock hard arousal. She gripped him firmly with her hand, her thumb running small circles, very slowly, over the wet tip. Remus hissed with pleasure and Tonks glanced towards Sirius, her look unmistakable.

Are you watching this?

She felt her body shiver and thrill at the thought that another man was watching her, wanting her, dying to have her. But the man beside her quickly drove her thoughts back to him as his fingers expertly rubbed her most sensitive spot, and his tongue, moving in long, hungry licks, aroused the underside of her breast. She felt dizzy and overwhelmed and was vaguely aware that she was listing in her chair. A strong arm came around her and held her tightly, and she felt herself moving towards a glorious height as his fingers slid deep inside of her and then over her desperate center over and over again. After several long minutes of that wonderful torture, she went rigid in her chair, struggling to achieve her climax, crying out desperately.

“Don’t stop…don’t stop…please…Remus…please…”

Her body began to crash all around her and his mouth came down on hers, stifling her screams and kissing her with a furor like a raging inferno. She cried out against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her body, and still he would not stop kissing her. His tongue met her passionate cries and soothed them away, as his arm held her tightly to him, never breaking the connection, never letting her go until the savage waves of her release began to subside.

“My beloved…my beautiful one…” he whispered barely audibly in her ear.

She mewled in protest when he moved away from her, but suddenly he was lifting her bodily out of her chair and sitting her on the hard wooden table. He pushed her knees apart with his hands and stood firmly between her legs. He pressed his forehead to hers.

“With your permission?” He breathed.

“Yes.” She gasped in reply. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Remus chuckled adorably, and fumbled to release his arousal. Tonks squirmed and wiggled until she was halfway out of her panties, and Remus helped her the rest of the way, placing little kisses down her calves as he went. When the black silk was on the floor, he pulled her as close to the edge of the table as he could, leaning her against his chest for support.

He pushed her skirt up and groaned when he sheathed himself inside of her. She cried out in surprise at the fullness she suddenly felt. One of his strong hands slid down to the small of her back, so that when he pulled out and back in again, he could press her harder against him.

“Oh!” She gasped, his motion touching her very deeply inside. “More…” she whispered, not wanting it to stop, ever.

He obliged, pushing into her again, harder, his head falling back with ecstasy. The pure pleasure of her overwhelmed him, and still she arched towards him for more. She pulled him in harder and he met her body with confident thrusts, each one driving her to madness, each one sending him spiraling into heaven. He murmured her name as he fucked her body with passion and meaning and sheer abandon, and she responded by crying out and gasping for more of him, begging him not to stop. He crushed her words with a desperate kiss, begging her for release from the glorious torture. Her body tightened around him in response, and suddenly she was shaking with courses of brilliant pleasure and joy.

Tonks felt Remus’ rhythm changing, could feel his body tensing as hers just had, and suddenly he was gasping and crying out and coming down all around her. She held him to her, clinging to him savagely as he lost control and came inside of her soft, willing body. They held each other for several minutes, until the madness had passed and the pleasure in their bodies was no more than a gentle hum.

“Nymphadora…are you alright?” He murmured in her ear.

“More than alright.” She smiled affectionately.

“Good.” He kissed her softly on the lips. He quickly made himself decent, and then helped Tonks with the buttons on her blouse. He effortlessly lifted her off the table and back to the floor, and then assisted her with getting her panties back where they belonged. She giggled when he rose from the floor and placed a playful kiss on her belly. Once they were both fully dressed and returned (somewhat) to earth, Remus spoke.

“Now, I think…” he said, looking her in the eyes with an eyebrow raised, “this is where you say thank you.”

“Thank you.” She murmured obligingly. “But for what exactly?”

“For letting you win the bet.” He strolled across the room and pulled the cloak off of Sirius, who looked distinctly like a deer caught in the headlights.

Tonks gasped. “Oh God, Remus, I am so sorry!” Her eyes filled up with tears. Surely he was angry...surely he realized what they had done to him, and now he hated her. But to her surprise, Remus was smiling.

“Now Sirius, before I take Tonks upstairs and fuck her senseless again, in private, I need to ask you to do three things for me.”

Sirius nodded slowly. The shock of what he had just witnessed was etched all over his face. Tonks also imagined that Sirius seemed quite relieved that Remus wasn’t going to murder him.

“Firstly,” Remus said genially, “thank Harry for leaving behind his very useful extendable ears. Secondly, never, ever forget that I know you well enough to be able to resist your ‘masculine allure’.” Tonks laughed at this. Sirius cringed. “Lastly,” Remus smiled, “keep tomorrow night free. I believe I owe you a kiss.”

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