Spilled Perfume

Spilled Perfume

Remus blinked large hazel eyes in befuddlement. The jolt had been sudden and unexpected, two things that he didn't appreciate at all. It wasn't something he was used to either. Let it not be said that being a werewolf didn't have some advantages. One of which was a usually highly developed sense of awareness.

The following impact of the glass container on his head had been equally unpleasant. He wasn't hurt, but that didn't surprise him. James had always said he had a hard head. Usually after Sirius had hit him with something.

The memory brought a small smile to his face. It didn't last. As Remus stood he could feel the soggy dampness of his hair, skin and clothes. He hated being wet. Blinking his eyes, he turned back to the situation at hand fully.

Looking down, he was greeted with iridescent blue eyes and blinding pink hair. The sight was familiar, though it hadn't been seen it a while, by him or anyone else. Tonks hadn't been in the best of moods lately. Not that he was much better.

"Are you alright?" He made sure his voice was calm and reassuring as he reached a hand down to help the metamorphmagus to her feet. Lifting the petite woman was simple, and soon they were both on their feet looking at each other.

"Oh, no," she moaned, seeing the glass shards surrounding her and Remus. "Not my perfume..." She looked at herself in dismay, crinkling her nose as it took in the scent of the spilled perfume; nice when taken in small quantities, but much to strong when it was soaking through your collar.

Remus had long ago perfected the art of distancing himself from his senses, especially smell. He had spent a great deal of his childhood in a school, with all the perfumes and body washes the teenage witches could find drifting around.

He briefly let himself take in the scent. An exotic fruity smell that he probably would found quite nice if it hadn't been burning his nasal passages. Even still, the reaction to it was quite sudden and blaringly embarrassing.

"So sorry about your perfume, dear," the endearment rolled off his tongue right before the excuse managed to force it's way out, "But, I really need to be getting back to my room. I've got work to do... important work."

Remus turned quickly and was preparing to make a hasty retreat when he felt the small, delicate hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a turn. He couldn't seem to work up the nerve to resist and continue on his way.

Tonks was staring up at him with wide, hurt eyes. "I'm sorry, Remus. I got perfume all over you and I know it must be terrible for your nose. And now you're put out with me. I really don't want you to walk away mad..." Remus cut her off mid-sentence.

"Really, Tonks. I'm not upset with you. I'd really just like to get back to my rooms." It was then that Remus made his mistake. Looking down he was greeted with the sight of small pert breasts straining against Tonks' blue t-shirt.

Fighting against the moan threatening his vocal cords, Remus swallowed heavily. He slowly moved his eyes back up to her face, where she was looking at him delightfully confused. As he watched, a small, pink tongue darted out to moisten perfectly cherubic lips.

Remus forced a tight smile onto his face, "I hate to leave, but I really should get back and clean up..." He trailed off as her hand moved down off his shoulder onto his arm. Her hand tightened and he watched as black fingernails dug into the material of his robe enticingly.

"Promise me you're not mad?" the voice was sugary sweet, with a hint of pleading in its tone, and Remus saw the beseeching look in her eyes. The tight smile faltered slightly. He really hoped she didn't look down.

"I promise," he ground out, patting her hand, still resting on his arm, in a comforting manner. He pushed down lightly, relieved when the hand slid away and he cut off the physical contact. If he didn't get away from her soon, this situation was going to get even stickier than it already was.

"Now, I really need to be going," he backed away two stumbling steps, "shower and all." She advances two steps. "I hate to end this conversation," three steps between them now, "but I really need to clean up." Back to none.

Tonks looked up at him with the most erotic little smile on her lips that he could imagine. She inched forward and Remus could feel her chest brush against his. This time, the moan did escape from between his parted lips despite his attempts to control it.

That smile on her face only grew with the sound. Her lips puckered and formed words that took Remus a moment to comprehend. When he did, though, he felt all the blood that was left in him, admittedly not much, move south.

"Why don't I help you?"

In vain, Remus tried to control himself. He pictured the most vile and disgusting thing he could picture. The image that would shrivel him up in a grotesque portrayal of human anatomy. Remus tried to picture Mad-Eye Moody naked.

It didn't work.

Fighting his libido, Remus thought of all the reasons why this was an infinitely bad idea. Tonks was much younger than him. They worked together. Things would be awkward. She was related to Sirius. Nothing seemed strong enough for him to refuse the pink-haired nymph's offer.

Remus gave up. He wanted this. He would probably regret this in the morning, but this wasn't the morning. This was now and he wanted this, wanted her. He let what he knew was a decidedly wolf-like smile spring up on his lips.

"I'd be delighted," before she could react, Remus had bent down and seized her pink bowed lips with his. Sucking her lower lip into his mouth he nibbled slightly, and was rewarded with a moan of appreciation.

He beseeched the lips open and dove into the warm depths. His tongue tangled with hers briefly before he moved his enticingly against the sensitive roof of her mouth. The gasp was all the encouragement he needed.

When he broke away, Remus was happy with the swollen look to her lips. Needing more and through with fighting it, Remus quickly picked up Tonks' small form and through her over his shoulder, catching her breathy giggle.

He made his way towards his room.