Birthday romance!
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shimotsukiThis post is to wish a very, very happy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrstater (Wednesday) and godricgal (Thursday). You two are both such warm, welcoming, and supportive writers, commenters, and f-listers -- thanks so much for all the friendly words and encouragement over the last few years, not to mention all the work you do for the R/T community.
Among so many other things, you both write lovely romantic stories. Andmrstater, in particular, has a history of encouraging me to write, um, steamier stories than I generally do. So in honor of the birthdays, here is...well, I'm not sure I ever got above a soft R rating, but at least it's an attempt at some SSR (Slightly Steamy Romance).
I hope each of you has/had/will have a wonderful birthday, and may you have a wonderful year to come. :)
Restless ( 560 words | Remus/Tonks | R (PG-13?) )
Restless
Remus woke early, when the dawn sky was heavy pewter overhead. Only the edges were beginning to turn rose and gold.
Dora was asleep beside him, curled on one side with her cheek pillowed on her arm. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold as still as he could, but his limbs were restless, and he could only endure for so long before he found himself shifting stiffly from one side to the other.
“Remus?” Dora squinted blearily at him in the soft grey light.
He sighed and reached out a hand to smooth her tousled curls, which had faded to brown overnight. “I’m sorry I woke you. I should get up and let you have a little more sleep.”
Yawning, she pushed herself up on one elbow. “How are you feeling? You’re all twitchy. I thought you would sleep late this morning.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed, fighting embarrassment that he knew was irrational. Dora had seen him right after the transformation several times by now, after all. Still, this was the first time she had ever seen him right before.
In any case, she deserved to know what to expect.
“There are—phases, I suppose,” he said, struggling to fit words to patterns that he generally tried not to think about. “Some of the time today I’ll be exhausted enough to sleep, and I should take advantage of the opportunity whenever I can. But sometimes there’s a sort of nervous energy, and I can’t really rest.”
“Are you in pain?” she asked, softly.
“Not much.” Not yet. “My muscles are a little stiff, but that’s all.”
“Mmm,” she said, with an oddly calculating expression. “I think I know what to do about nervous energy.”
And then, before he had time to work out what she meant, she had slid across the bed to lie on top of him, bracing her weight on her elbows.
He gasped at the press of her legs against his. She leaned down to kiss him, lips and tongue warm and coaxing.
“This all right?” Her fingers tangled in his hair and skimmed along his jaw.
He fought for breath, barely managing not to arch himself against her. “Dora—are you sure you want to do this right now? In just a few hours, this body is going to be a slavering monster.”
Her grin was impish. “Not slavering, thank you very much. You’re on Wolfsbane, aren’t you?” She reached down to undo the first button on his pyjama shirt, and he shuddered at the light brush of her fingers along his collarbone. “Besides,” she whispered, “I very much want to do this right now.” She shifted against him, her eyes darkening.
He gave in, then, to the longing that was threatening to melt him. He pulled her down, very close, and captured her lips with his. Someone moaned; he wasn’t even sure which of them it was. Soon his mind was so full of sound and scent and taste and touch and now that there was no room for the moon at all.
Afterward, he lay heavy and boneless, his breaths long and slow. He felt Dora nestle against him, with her cheek against his shoulder and her arm across his chest, and that was the last thing he knew before his eyes drifted shut and sleep found him again, after all.
. * fin * .
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mrstater (Wednesday) and godricgal (Thursday). You two are both such warm, welcoming, and supportive writers, commenters, and f-listers -- thanks so much for all the friendly words and encouragement over the last few years, not to mention all the work you do for the R/T community.Among so many other things, you both write lovely romantic stories. And
mrstater, in particular, has a history of encouraging me to write, um, steamier stories than I generally do. So in honor of the birthdays, here is...well, I'm not sure I ever got above a soft R rating, but at least it's an attempt at some SSR (Slightly Steamy Romance).I hope each of you has/had/will have a wonderful birthday, and may you have a wonderful year to come. :)
Restless ( 560 words | Remus/Tonks | R (PG-13?) )
Remus woke early, when the dawn sky was heavy pewter overhead. Only the edges were beginning to turn rose and gold.
Dora was asleep beside him, curled on one side with her cheek pillowed on her arm. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold as still as he could, but his limbs were restless, and he could only endure for so long before he found himself shifting stiffly from one side to the other.
“Remus?” Dora squinted blearily at him in the soft grey light.
He sighed and reached out a hand to smooth her tousled curls, which had faded to brown overnight. “I’m sorry I woke you. I should get up and let you have a little more sleep.”
Yawning, she pushed herself up on one elbow. “How are you feeling? You’re all twitchy. I thought you would sleep late this morning.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed, fighting embarrassment that he knew was irrational. Dora had seen him right after the transformation several times by now, after all. Still, this was the first time she had ever seen him right before.
In any case, she deserved to know what to expect.
“There are—phases, I suppose,” he said, struggling to fit words to patterns that he generally tried not to think about. “Some of the time today I’ll be exhausted enough to sleep, and I should take advantage of the opportunity whenever I can. But sometimes there’s a sort of nervous energy, and I can’t really rest.”
“Are you in pain?” she asked, softly.
“Not much.” Not yet. “My muscles are a little stiff, but that’s all.”
“Mmm,” she said, with an oddly calculating expression. “I think I know what to do about nervous energy.”
And then, before he had time to work out what she meant, she had slid across the bed to lie on top of him, bracing her weight on her elbows.
He gasped at the press of her legs against his. She leaned down to kiss him, lips and tongue warm and coaxing.
“This all right?” Her fingers tangled in his hair and skimmed along his jaw.
He fought for breath, barely managing not to arch himself against her. “Dora—are you sure you want to do this right now? In just a few hours, this body is going to be a slavering monster.”
Her grin was impish. “Not slavering, thank you very much. You’re on Wolfsbane, aren’t you?” She reached down to undo the first button on his pyjama shirt, and he shuddered at the light brush of her fingers along his collarbone. “Besides,” she whispered, “I very much want to do this right now.” She shifted against him, her eyes darkening.
He gave in, then, to the longing that was threatening to melt him. He pulled her down, very close, and captured her lips with his. Someone moaned; he wasn’t even sure which of them it was. Soon his mind was so full of sound and scent and taste and touch and now that there was no room for the moon at all.
Afterward, he lay heavy and boneless, his breaths long and slow. He felt Dora nestle against him, with her cheek against his shoulder and her arm across his chest, and that was the last thing he knew before his eyes drifted shut and sleep found him again, after all.
.