Appetizer

Appetizer
Takes place during OOTP, but I think Tonks would have made several attempts to win Remus over, hence the references made in the fic.
This is kinds cute, kinda hot… let me know what you think.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of delicious food. Molly was putting the finishing touches on dinner when she turned to Remus and asked, “Could you go and gather everyone. Dinner is just about ready, dear.”

“Sure, Molly,” he answered as he stood from his chair and made his way to the door.

He headed upstairs to round up everyone. He got to the second floor and found all the kids in the study talking.

“Everyone, dinner is ready. Molly wants you all downstairs.”

“Finally, I’m starving,” exclaimed Ron in an exasperated tone.

“You’re always starving,” mocked Hermione.

Fred and George laughed as Ron proceeded to push past the rest to get to the kitchen first. Well that took care of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the twins. He was about to head upstairs in search for Sirius but heard footsteps heading down the stairs. He looked up to see the dark hair and grey eyes of his old friend, and a silly grin on his face.

“Did I hear dinner was ready?”

Remus chuckled, “You never miss anything when it comes to food, do you?”

“Never, besides I can smell it all the way upstairs. It’s driving Buckbeak mad.”

“Buckbeak or Padfoot?” asked Remus with a smirk.

“Woof”

“Well we may be able to call you many things: Sirius, Padfoot, mongrel, womanizer, arsehole, blood traitor, smelly-wanker-that-“

“Get on with it Remus,” snapped Sirius.

“-but we can never call you late for dinner.”

“Precisely, so on that note,” Sirius began but did not finish as he turned to leave.

Before he made it to the last flight of stairs Remus asked, “Have you seen Tonks?”

Sirius looked back over his shoulder with a dangerous toothy grin that showed he knew too much about how Remus felt for his cousin, “She’s in her room, why?”

“For dinner.”

“Right.”

At that Remus turned red behind the ears. “Oh, bugger off to dinner, Sirius.”

Remus went one more flight up to where Tonks’ room was to tell her dinner was ready. As he approached her door he hesitated. Was it appropriate for him to be the one knocking on her bedroom door? He thought of how distant she’d been since she revealed her feelings to him and he told her it wouldn’t work. He did have feelings for her, but he didn’t want to put her in danger or risk hurting her. She told him she wanted to be with him and didn’t care that he was a werewolf. He smiled remembering how she’d told him, if he thought he was monster on the full moon he should see her at her time of the month.

But he still pulled away. He was too old, poor, and dangerous for her. Being in a relationship with him could even put her career at risk. He could put her through that.

It has been two weeks since their ‘talk’ and he can’t stop thinking about her. What’s worse is she won’t talk to him. Every time he tries she blushes and talks to someone else or stumbles out of the room. Did he really hurt her? How deep were her feelings for him?

He hadn’t allowed anyone to get close in nearly a decade. Why should he start now?

But she was just so splendid. She smelled of roses and inscents. Her aroma was deep and intoxicating. Not to mention her perfect and delicate heart-shaped face that used to glow with a smile when he entered a room. Her usual appearance was a petite frame, with subtle curves, and these breasts that looked as though they were made to fit in his hands. It was maddening. He just wanted to knead them, tease them, and taste them.

Realizing he’d been standing in front of her door for a minute or two lost in thought he shook his head and stepped forward to knock. Before his hand reached the door he stopped it, he heard something inside, a groan?

Curiosity took over his reservations about eavesdropping. He wondered if there was someone else in there with her.

He could hear rustling of sheets and blankets. The mattress creaked in an erratic rhythm. Then he heard a definite moan, then another, both coming from a woman’s raspy throat. They were soft and strangled, obviously not wanting to be heard but rebelliously escaping. The rhythm of creaks sped up and the moaning grew a fraction louder.

Remus could feel his face flush. He realized she was getting close to climaxing.

“Oh gods,” he could hear her whisper from the other side of the door.

The actual sound of her sweet voice in such pleasure made him harden immediately. He could imagine her underneath him, writhing in pleasure, her back arching as he brought her to her release. His hard would cock slip in and out of her tight wetness, filling her up with each thrust.

Remus closed his amber eyes at the thought.

Her arms would wrap around him, fingers digging into his shoulders. He would thrust into her again and again, each time she would contract around his cock wanting more. His rhythm matching the one he could hear through the door; growing faster and less controlled as they both began to come.

The thoughts of fucking Tonks made his knees weak and he gripped the wall. His cock hard now, was growing uncomfortable in his pants. He longed for her sweet breath whispering his name against his neck as she came quietly, to not alert the others downstairs.

Then he heard, “Yes…don’t stop, oh fuck.”

A tinge of jealousy coursed through Remus, bringing him back to reality, wondering who could be in there with her. He felt sick knowing it wasn’t him. He felt worse realizing he was intruding on a personal moment, not meant for him.

He was turning away from the door when –

“Oh Remus, don’t stop.”

He nearly came in his pants at the sound of his name crossing her lips in that husky lust filled tone. The realization that Tonks was in there, alone, thinking about him nearly destroyed his last thread of self-control. He wanted to burst through that door and fulfill whatever pleasurable fantasy she was imagining right then. But he refrained. The knowledge that she was imagining him inside her was enough, for now. It made his heart swell with affection, and his pants tighten with desire.

It took all of Remus’ strength and a lot of resolve to regain control of his body. He waited. Waited until the creaking mattress stopped, and the panting faded. Finally he knocked, hoping his face would not betray him; he could not blush if she opened the door.

He heard her mutter, “Bugger” then say to him, “be there in a sec.”

He decided to just tell her through the door to save both of them the embarrassment. “Tonks, dinner is ready, just thought you should know.”

This was definitely the best move because if she opened the door with tussled hair, pink cheeks, and any remainder of arousal in her eyes there would be nothing to stop him from kissing her and taking her right there in the hall.

“Oh…uh, thanks Remus. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay, take you time,” he added with a grin, and then turned around and headed downstairs to eat dinner. As he walked down the stairs Remus thought to himself ‘This witch is going to be my undoing, I just know it.’

END

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