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Beginnings	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Tonks Views: 5769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Sweetest Escape

They apparated directly into her living room, Tonks promptly tripping over the coffee table upon arrival. Remus grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, steadying her until she regained balance.

“Thanks,” she said, pushing against his chest. “Take a seat, I’ll get the tea started and get you something to sleep in.” She made her way across the apartment to the kitchen, filling a kettle with water and placing it on the stove.

Remus took a seat in one of the armchairs and lit a fire in the hearth.

The apartment was small and cramped, but cozy none-the-less. The main room served as a kitchen, living room nd dinning room and was crammed tightly with squashy armchairs and a mismatched dinning set.

Remus stared unseeingly out the large bay window overlooking Diagon Alley, willing his mind to stay blank, until Tonks emerged from a door in the wall behind him holding a large grey t-shirt with Ministry of Magic printed across the chest in bold lettering and some blankets.

“Here,” she said, handing Remus the shirt and dumping the blankets on the couch. “It might be a little tight, but it’s the only thing I own that might possibly fit you.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Door to your right,” she answered, squeezing his shoulder before moving to the kitchen.

Remus closed the door behind him. He quickly removed his cloak and shirt, still dusty from the battle, and put on the t-shirt Tonks had given him. His head was throbbing as he moved to the sink, turning the faucet and splashing icy water on his face. With his hands on either side of the sink he let the water drip from his face and stared blankly into the mirror.

The world should have ended by now. People should be in the streets, screaming and wailing over the loss of Sirius Black, not snug in their beds without a care in the world. But he knew better. He had learned the hard way, after years of loss, that the world didn’t stop when you thought it should.

His arms shook as he struggled to keep himself steady. Sirius was gone, his best friend, his last remaining link to a time when things were normal, when everything wasn’t about fighting against evil. It was almost impossible to believe, half of him still expected the door to burst open to reveal Sirius leaning against the frame with his casual elegance, still expected to hear that familiar bark-like laugh.

Remus’s breath caught in his throat as a wave of guilt washed over him, sharpening his pain. He had wasted twelve years believing Sirius was guilty. How could he have ever thought that? How could he have ever thought that a man kind enough to befriend a werewolf and strong enough to defy his entire family would be capable of that? He should have seen through it, should have fought for Sirius’s innocence. He had been a horrible friend.

Then, to make up for those twelve years of neglect, he had helped the Order confine Sirius to Grimmauld Place, helped imprison him in the home he hated. Deep down he knew that there had been no other option, Sirius was a wanted man, but that didn’t make it right. People didn’t like to feel trapped.

And why hadn’t he rushed forward to help after stunning the masked Death Eater? He had been foolish, allowing himself to be drawn into a false sense of security. Dumbledore had arrived, most of the Death Eaters were captured, and Tonks, Moody and Kingsley were relatively unharmed. He had let his guard down and now Sirius was dead. Why hadn’t he thought to check on Sirius? Why had he thought that the students needed him more?

He knew Sirius wouldn’t have accepted his help. He would have wanted to finish his cousin off himself. But he should have helped anyway; he should have ignored the protests. Maybe then Sirius would still be alive. It was a grave error in judgment on his part. Clearly he couldn’t be trusted.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Remus?” Tonks called quietly. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” he called in return, wiping his face and opening the door.

She was standing in the doorway, with a teacup in her hands, in a large and baggy Weird Sisters t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and fell to the middle of her thigh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you, but you’ve been in there for a while. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Tea’s ready.”

Walking in to hand him his tea, she tripped on the edge of the rug, banging her knee as she fell to the ground. The teacup flew across the room, shattering against the tile floor. Tonks burst into tears clutching her knee.

“Goodness, are you hurt?” Remus asked urgently, dropping down beside her.

“It’s n – nothing,” she replied through her tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m s – such a clumsy fool. It’s all my fault.”

“Nymphadora, it’s just tea. Reparo,” he said, waving his wand as the teacup repaired itself. With another flick of his wand the spilled tea had vanished. “See good as new, we can make another cup.”

“It’s not just tea!” she shouted, as silent tears fell down her cheeks. “I always mess things up. If I hadn’t – if I hadn’t let her knock me out, he wouldn’t have had to fight her. He would still be here.”

“Oh, Nymphadora – “ he said gently, understanding the reason for her outburst.

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, angrily wiping tears from her eyes.

“Fine, Dora then. But I’m not calling you Tonks,” Remus replied, taking her hands in his. “It is not your fault. You were wonderful tonight, who knows how bad it would have been if you hadn’t been there. Please, please don’t feel guilty. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine.”

“Yours? How’d you figure that one?”

Remus looked at the ground, struggling to get the words out. “I’ve been a horrible friend. I believed he was guilty all those years, I helped keep him locked up in Grimmauld, I – I didn’t help him tonight. I was unharmed, I had stunned the Death Eater I was dueling, I should have helped him. I should have been there. I was an idiot. I thought things were under control and I was going to find the students. I didn’t even see it; I just heard her laughing and I knew. I turned around and – “

He couldn’t go on and for the second time that night he found himself on the floor, his whole body shaking with the force of his tears.

Tonks let go of one of his hands and tilted his face to hers. “Remus, you’re being ridiculous. If it’s not my fault than it most definitely isn’t yours.”

“I know, I know it’s ridiculous,” he replied, calming down a bit. “I just feel like it’s my fault, like it should have been me. I can’t help it, I can’t think of anything else."

She stared at him for several moments, as if she were searching for something, her heart-shaped face tilted to the side. Then, before he could react, she had straddled his waist and was gently kissing the tear tracks running down his cheeks, first left then right. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips, her lips soft, warm and wet with his tears.

“What are you doing?” he asked, licking his lips and tasting salt.

“Distracting you,” she answered, placing her lips against his once again.

This time he was ready. He kissed back when her lips made contact, kissing her gently, tentatively. He moved one hand to the back of her neck and wrapped the other around her waist pulling her closer to him.

She gasped as she brushed against the bulge forming in his pants and he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue in and deepen the kiss. His tongue curled around hers as he enjoyed the sweetness of her mouth and feel of her body pressed against him.

She began moving her hips against him in slow lazy circles, sending shots of pleasure racing through his body. It was pure bliss; he forgot to think, to remember, as his mind and body focused completely on what Tonks was doing.

Her hands left a burning trail down his chest, stopping at the waist of his slacks. She struggled with the button and zipper, but their position made it impossible. She broke their kiss, leaning her forehead against his.

“Please Remus,” she gasped shakily, grinding her hips suggestively and running a finger along his waistband.

He placed his hands on her waist, stilling her movements and gazed into her warm chocolate eyes.

This was wrong. He was dangerous and much too old for her. He knew this, knew that there could never be anything between them, but right now he needed her. He wanted her caresses to ease away the heavy coldness that had settled in his chest, wanted to sink into her delicious warmth and forget. Above all he wanted to let her know what her kindness and concern meant to him.

She was a strong, beautiful and intelligent woman. He pressed a hard kiss against her lips, hoping it conveyed some of what he felt before standing up and pulling her with him.

He held her hand as they walked to the bedroom, not exactly sure if he was leading her or she him. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, he pulled her against him and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. He was being rough, perhaps too rough, but she didn’t seem to mind. His body and mind was so numb, he needed to be sure that he could still feel.

They broke apart gasping for air and trembling, as Remus tried to regain control. “Are you sure Dora? It’s been a hard night. I don’t want you doing this for the wrong reasons. I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret,” he whispered softly against her lips.

“Remus,” she whispered back, with a small smile on her lips. “For once in your life would you stop overanalyzing? Let go. Lose yourself with me.”

She tugged at his shirt and he helped her pull it over his head. As he dropped it to the floor, she let out a small gasp, her hands moving to his chest and tracing the network of scars that covered his body, almost glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. “Oh, Remus...”

“Occupational hazard,” he responded, bending to kiss his way down her neck and nipping at the skin as he moved them to the bed, stopping when he felt her bump against the mattress.

He took her face in his hands, holding her still as he looked into her deep chocolate eyes. He knew this was wrong, but he was drowning in her and he found he didn’t want to stop. Remus pulled her in for another kiss, just as rough, desperate and passionate as the one before, while his hands ran up her body, taking her shirt with them.

Somehow she had managed to undo the waist of his pants without him noticing and he kicked them off as they crashed to the bed, kissing and touching until he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

Remus once again began kissing his way down her neck, inhaling the scent of her and marveling at the creamy softness of her skin. Making a trail down her body he stopped to give attention to each breast, cupping them with his hands and taking each perfectly pink areola in his mouth until they formed small buds.

Moaning, she ground her hips against his leg. “Please... I need you, Remus.” Reaching down between their bodies she gripped him firmly, swirling the tip with her thumb and stroking slowly.

Groaning against her chest, Remus pulled her knickers aside and plunged his fingers into her while using his thumb to make lazy circles around her clit. She was already wet and ready, arching beneath him. Quickly he rose off her, pulling her knickers down in one swift motion and, before she could do more than whimper at the loss of contact, he was thrusting deeply into her delicious warmth.

With his vision swimming and his shoulders trembling, Remus pulled out completely before entering again in one swift motion. Beneath him, Tonks arched against him, raking her nail down his back and calling out his name.

Their lovemaking was frantic. He needed to be in her, to experience her with all his senses so that nothing else in the world existed but their coupling. He allowed himself to be consumed by the feel of her tight warmth surrounding him, the smell of their sex, the taste of her on his tongue, her cries of pleasure and the sight of her as she came undone beneath him.

Feeling her tightening around him, his peak followed closely and with a final desperate thrust, Remus collapsed on her chest, the both of them shaking and breathing deeply. As he lay there, trying to regain control over his muscles and listening to the frantic beating of her heart, Tonks gently ran her fingers along the curve of his shoulder blade.

As Remus regained control and rolled off of her, Tonks curled in to him, nuzzling into his chest. He pulled her closer, as if her body served as a shield against his memories and sadness and guilt. With a small smile he noticed that her hair had once again returned to it’s brilliant bubblegum pink.

As they lay entwined, exhausted and sweaty, Remus was grateful for this small break in reality. He knew the future held darkness and that by morning the pain of his loss would be a sharp as ever, but this small gift, this precious moment of stolen time would be like a small lamp guiding him and keeping him safe. He knew they had no future, he was too old, too dangerous, but for right now this moment was enough.

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Author’s Note:This is the first story I've completed (be gentle please!). I started it a while ago, but lost motivation. I'm trying to get back into writing again, hopefully finishing the story I have going and getting started on some of the other ideas bouncing around my head. Any comment would be appreciated so I know what I can do better next time! Thanks!
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