T is for Tonks

Chapter 20 - Blood Moon.

I cant believe I made it to chapter 20! I usually give up with series because I loose interest. I love how this has turned out so much. stay safe. H x

"I think we're starting to sync up." Tonks commented, entering their room having come from the bathroom. She was wearing a grey t-shirt that had many holes, bleach stains and Merlin-knows-what, and a pair of pink cotton knickers.

Remus looked up from where he was stuffing a shirt into a bag. "What?" He tilted his head like a puppy.

"I said, I think were starting to sync up" Tonk grinned sadistically at Remus's confusion. "Our monthly cycles?" 

"Eww gross." 

She laughed heartily. "I'm sorry Remus. I wasn't aware that you were a bashful prepubescent teenager."

"I'm not!"

"Yeah, your blush tells me otherwise Mister." Sometimes Tonks missed having another female in the house with whom she could discuss her exclusively feminine problems. Other times she enjoyed watching Remus and Sirius squirm as she went largely into detail about tampons and contraceptives. 

The full moon was due in a couple of days, and Remus was preparing to go away to wherever it was he went to transform. He refused to tell Tonks for fear she would follow him and things would be get dangerous. Even still, she would look after him when he returned home. Like his own personal sexy nurse. 

They each had their own plans for the day, Tonks had a shift at work and then would be attending the Order meeting that evening. Remus had given her strict instructions to document everything that was said, which she definitely was not going to be able to remember to do. 

Remus wandered to Tonks's side of the bed, where she was lay on her back and rubbing her stomach. He had a leering smile on his face as he looked down at her. "Perhaps you should ask Snape for an anti-premenstrual syndrome potion when you see him at the meeting."

"And let that smug old git know that my uterus feels like its forcing its way out of him vagina?" 

"It was just a thought." He laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand over hers on her tummy. 

It was difficult to say whether meeting Tonks had had a significant effect on Remus's transformations. In the days approaching the full moon he still felt the same bone-crushing exhaustion that he always did. He also still had mood swings that could rival Tonks on her period any day. But he felt less alone and out-casted, when Tonks was around to tease him and cuddle him. Her smile was like a rainbow on a stormy day. 

"Will you kiss me?" She flashed her widest puppy-dog eyes at the man, who had more lines on his face than ever before. 

"Do you really need to ask?" 

Setting one elbow on the pillow above Tonk's tangle of her hair to balance his weight, Remus leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He was constantly surprised at how soft she was. Her lips, her skin, her hair (granted she hadn't brushed it yet today.) He forgot that not everyone was an old man with stubble and cracked skin. Yet he didn't think that many of the other females he knew had skin his plump and supple.P erhaps it was her youth, something that he had been forced to leave behind years ago. Even so, it made him want to trace his lips over every part of her. Even the bits she didn't like about herself; her thighs and delicate tummy. 

When Remus started kissing her neck, Tonks wished that she had a time turner so that they could continue their fiery make out session without worrying about going to work. He was sucking a love bite at the base of her neck, doing reprehensible things to her lower regions. Damn her hormones. He licked over the spot tenderly, and sat up, grinning like a Cheshire cat.