Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Genres:
Romance
Era:
The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince
Stats:
Published: 04/19/2006
Updated: 04/19/2006
Words: 792
Chapters: 1
Hits: 1,858

The Night After the End

catherinezircle

Story Summary:
The war is over, his guard is down and the teacups know it.

Chapter 01

Posted:
04/19/2006
Hits:
1,854

They sat and stared at each other. Staring, and burning each other. The teacups sitting between them began a little conversation from lack of use (Do you think he'll stay the night? Oh certainly, his mouth was much too tense for a cold shower.).

"It's over."

"Yes, it's over."

It was, indeed, over. The war, the awful war, was over.

"Harry won. We won."

She said it, and it washed over him like hot chocolate, or those few days they spent together when they pretended the outside world was kind and peaceful. He could see the moon, almost full, hanging outside her kitchen window, watching him, waiting for the fateful words that must soon come. The moon had always marked off the moments of his life, and he smiled to him self when he realized that this shape would always, forever more, remind him of his little nymph.

"I love you, it's the full moon tomorrow, and I'm not afraid of you." she whispered, her voice catching and stumbling on the last step of her declaration.

He knew it was true. He looked down at his teacup, which was staring up at him with a knowing look.

"I love you, too."

She was waiting for him, but it was over, and she began to shake when she realized nothing stood between, not even his stubborn objections.


He felt it, the wolf. sometimes, he could feel it days ahead of its arrival. He wasn't dangerous. But he was a bit more skilled than the average 45 year old.


She took his hand. They were racing now. Climbing through the house and around the clothes. I can look how you want, if that was what you want. Yes, I can fit you. I will fit you, she promised herself.


They collided at her door. She felt him, hard, against her hip, hitting at that place where all her gasps came from. She gasped loud, and sucked in. His hands, lifting her, strong and warm, carrying her into the room. Setting her down, his hands continued, gasping her breasts, pulling her nipples, but holding back from pain. She held him and threw her head back, howling and crying, she was so overwhelmed.


He could feel her shaking and starting against him. I know what she likes, I know her so well. Why did I hold back? I can have her now, she's mine. I'll hold her forever. I'll make her happy.


He was so intent on her watching her smiling, he failed to realize where her hands were wandering. Down, undoing his pants, mining for gold. He moaned as she held him in her hand, running her thumb against the length of him. He pulled her to him and kissed her, needing and giving, his hands running through her long brown hair.


They reached the bed, removed from their clothes. After a mostly diplomatic struggle for top, he kneeled over her, looking at her body, flushed, breathing deeply. He wanted to show off, kissing her neck, feeling her body grinding and asking, her voice moaning in his ear. He slid into position and waited. They looked at each other, and smiled. Grinned, and kissed deeply, truly and purely.


She felt him entering. She tensed for a second. It had been so long since he was here last.


god, she's tight and so soft. He groaned and started slowly, pumping deep and watching her. She's beautiful, he thought.


Sweet Jesus, he knows what he's doing. "Fuck, please, yes, yes, oh God, yes, Remus." She wrapped her legs around him, bringing herself even closer, and hoping he would never leave.


He felt her tense and grind against him. He heard his name, and his heart jumped even faster. He moaned and sped up, deliberate, but desperate. she was wonderful, catching his rhythm, and extracting another gasp from his lips. Lips that traveled down to her lips, and kissed her wildly.


The kiss hid her first orgasm, but nothing stood between her and the second, third. And begging for more, praising and demanding, moaning, gasping.


She pulled and tensed and milked him with her pulsing massages. They couldn't go on much longer. They looked at each other, her almost senseless breaths and his low growling moans driving each other further. She pulled him to her mouth, kissing him deeply, and they were gone.


Exhausted, he fell into her resting his head on her shoulder.


"Don't you dare go anywhere."

"Wouldn't think of it."


Eventually, they slid sideways, legs intertwined, holding each other. Everything starts now, they each thought to themselves. It will all be ok. He could see the moon from her room. He didn't think the moon disapproved. It seemed that she wished him all the best.