Forgive Me Father, for I Have Sinned

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Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

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She should have known that there would be certain...repercussions of sorts to dating a werewolf, and this was one of those times when those repercussions made themselves known to the world at large.

Tonks knew the moment that Remus called her in that she was not going to enjoy her next assignment. It was obvious in the way that he smiled with all his teeth (especially his oversized canines) that something he was going to say was going to displease her. It just worked that way for the past four years, all four of which she and Remus had been dating during, and all of which they have been working at the Ministry's detective agency for.

When Remus smiled, one of two things happened. One, he shagged her senseless (her favorite of the two options obviously...he was quite good at shagging in her quite humble opinion), or he would give her an assignment that was less than pleasant. Seeing as their only shag spot in the building was "closed for repairs" (it seems another adventurous couple had used the bathroom for well...alternative activities as well and had been so loud that they had drawn the attention of the Minister of Magic himself), she was guessing it was the latter of the two options.

"Oh, stop grinning," Tonks said in a huff, throwing her handbag on the ground and popping a large bubble with her gum.

"What? I'm having flashbacks from a couple nights ago and I can't help myself," Remus replied quite earnestly, tucking a quill behind his ear and smiling. "You, my dear, are quite possibly the best shag east of the Atlantic."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Remus," she retorted airily. "Especially when I know that you've got some nasty case up your sleeve."

"You know me far too well, love."

Tonks groaned, took a seat, and picked up a mineral water from his desk. She sipped deeply, and let the fizzing calm the headache she knew was inevitable. Groaning again, she clapped her hand to her forehead. Her other fingernails drummed across the table, humming lightly against the wood. "Okay Lupin. Do your worst."

Remus shuffled something on his desk. "Well, as you know, it's been trouble and a half for the Ministry what with all the new break-ins occurring. And that whole deal with the mysterious Bat Bogey hexes and Babbling Curses that have been flying through the Ministry, we're up to our ears in reports to file! Luckily, we've finally got prints on someone. We tracked it to a man named Ashley."

"Very masculine name," Tonks interjected.

Remus glared at her. "This guy is nothing to laugh at. He goes by the name of Hammer Head on the street. He's guarded like the metro on New Years Eve. It's practically impossible to get close to him unless you're his mother."

"I'm not going to have to turn into his bloody mum, am I?" Tonks said, groaning. "Because I do draw the line somewhere, Remus."

"Not quite. You see, we need him alone. I've had Longbottom tracing him for the last three weeks. I have good and bad news."

"I want the good news first."

"Well, it seems that we can get him alone."

"Glory to God," Tonks put it.

"It's quite funny that you say that. Because it seems the only time we can get him alone is at church."

"He's a Christian?" she asked, surprised.

"Catholic, technically. Anyway, the only time that he's not guarded at church is when he's in the confessional. Which is where you come in...."

"You want me to take his confessional?" Tonks squeaked, the mineral water rumbling in her stomach. "The confessional of a known criminal? Blimey Remus! You know that at most confessionals you can see straight through? Because you can!"

Remus suddenly looked very interested in his hands. Then, it hit her. Tonks suddenly stopped drumming her fingers.

"There's more to it, isn't there Remus? You want me to change into the priest bloke!"

Remus didn't meet her gaze.

"Are you a raving lunatic, Lupin? Me? Impersonate a priest? I reckon there's a better chance of Ron Weasley snogging Draco Malfoy in front of his mother!"

"I daresay Hermione would have a thing or two to say about that," Remus said, fiddling with some papers on his desk. "Though I've heard it said that Malfoy is always up for a little... experimentation."

Tonks suppressed a laugh. "I shan't dignify that with any kind of response."

"But now you're thinking about it," Remus said, laughing as she turned pink. "You're thinking about Draco and Ron snogging in front of Molly now, aren't you?"

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am n..." Tonks was cut off by Remus kissing her swiftly on the lips. She growled for a moment (a trait she supposed she had picked up from shagging a werewolf for so many years now), and then kissed him back, her hands dropping to his waist in defeat. He smiled against her mouth and she bit his tongue.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Remus complained, rolling his tongue inside his mouth, tasting the metallic blood she had managed to draw. "What's with you and biting me recently? I have bloody hickeys all over my neck, and it's not much fun to have all my co-workers laughing their heads off when I try to magic them away."

"Come on love, you know you like them," Tonks said, kissing his cheek. "And you can just tell all your fabulous co-workers that at least you're getting laid where the lot of them aren't."

Remus handed her the Ashley file from his desk.

"You really need to get on this one quick, love. If Dykstra gets hit by one more Babbling Curse it'll be my head."

""You know, I'm not quite sure I can pull off this whole priest thing after the way we shagged last night," Tonks replied seriously, pulling an apple off Remus' desk. She noted with a slight amount of pleasure his eyes traveling up her half-covered legs. Her tongue flicked out over the apple's hard red surface, as she bit in slowly. "I'm pretty sure half the things we did qualify as mortal sin."

Remus just laughed and kissed her. "Nymphadora, I would burn in Hell a thousand times over just to sin one more time with you."