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godricgalTitle: A Week In the Life
Author: godricgal
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Even after a year of living together, Remus isn’t allowed to forget that life with Tonks is one adventure after another.
Warnings: Mild language and a bit of semi-nekkid fun
Author’s Notes: This piece was written for my good friend and beta mrstater. It’s based around a series of unfortunate accidents that have befallen her this week. It’s a total fluff bomb, but I hope you enjoy.
Sunday:
Remus let himself in to the small flat he’d shared with Tonks for a little over a year. From the doorway, he had a clear view of the sofa in their cosy living room. Upon it was sat Tonks, clutching her shin and bent over, examining it closely.
“What happened, love?” Remus called as he shut the door and hung up his coat, before ambling over to the sofa and sitting down beside her.
“Had an accident,” she said miserably.
“I can see that,” he replied, taking her leg in his hands and examining the injury himself. “Would you care to be more specific?”
She let out a puff of air. “Forgot that I had a Levitating spell on a big bowl when I put a Scourgify on it. Damn thing fell right out the air and landed on me,” she said. Her eyes belied an embarrassment that her words did not.
Remus brushed his thumb soothingly over the large lump that had appeared on her shin. “Looks, painful, he murmured and bent down to kiss it gently.
“S’a bit better now,” she offered grudgingly.
Keeping one hand on her leg and bringing the other to cup one side of her face, he said, “Well, I haven’t kissed you hello yet, so let’s do that first and then we’ll see about reducing that bruise a bit.” He closed the gap between them, giving her a kiss that was a little more indulgent than his normal hello kiss.
“Mmm, y’know” Tonks murmured, when he eventually pulled away, “I think I’m feeling better enough to make it over to the bedroom.”
“Best not to put any pressure on it just yet,” Remus replied seriously, leaning in to kiss her again. “I think we should stay right here,” he murmured, lowering her gently to the sofa. He laid down beside her and began to undo the buttons on her shirt.
Monday:
Remus stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes with both hands in and attempt to clear a haze of sleepiness.
“Dammit!” he heard a familiar voice cry.
He lowered his hands and found himself blinking at a scene of chaos that was impressive, even for Tonks.
Coffee was pouring from a jug on the work surface, spreading along its length in a murky river, cascading onto the floor and pooling around Tonks’ feet. She was standing in the middle of it all, desperately Conjuring towels to try and stem the flow.
Remus had to chuckle. He took several stepped towards her, drawing his wand. With an air of calm – that he knew infuriated her in these situations – he tapped the jug with his wand, saying, “Finite Incantem.”
Tonks gaped at him wordlessly.
When she found her tongue again, she demanded, “How is it that you do that every bloody time? Here’s me flailing around like a bloody headless chicken and you, you just waltz in with a lazy flick of your wand and sort everything out! Poof!" she added with a click of her fingers." Just like that!”
She wasn’t angry, exactly. Frustrated perhaps, maybe a little embarrassed, but he had to do it. “I’m sorry, love,” he said with an apologetic shrug. “I’m going to have to do it again.” Remus raised his wand, and with an elaborate flick and a Scourgify, the coffee disappeared.
Tonks sighed as he walked over to her, and folded her into a cuddle. “I hate the mornings,” she muttered into his pyjama top as she slipped her arms around his waist, letting them rest there loosely.
“I know,” Remus said soothingly. “Why don’t we both get dressed, I’ll walk you to work, and we’ll get a coffee on the way?”
“You won’t make me drink coffee and try to walk at the same time, will you?” she asked.
“No, we’ll find a good solid wall to sit on while we drink them.”
“Then that sounds like an excellent idea,” she said, turning her face into his chest and pressing a kiss there.
Wednesday:
Remus returned home from work, a little earlier than usual, to find Tonks – who’d had a well-deserved day off work – sat crossed legged on the bathroom floor, furiously scrubbing at a set of pale green robes over a bowl of very soapy water that sat in her lap.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Tonks jumped and then let out a yelp as her surprised movement tipped the bowl over, emptying it’s entire contents. All over her. She sat there in shock for several seconds and then turned slowly to face him. “That was,” she growled, “entirely, completely and utterly, your fault.”
“I’m so sorry, Tonks.” He really did feel awful, she’d had such a bad start to the week and been quite relieved when Tuesday yielded no mishaps, and now he’d gone and spoiled her record.
He caught the mischievous glimmer in her eyes just a fraction of a second too late. In the blink of an eye, she’d grabbed her wand and sent a fair proportion of the spilled soapy water in his direction.
Bubbles covered his trousers, his shirt; dripped off the end of his nose. He could feel droplets of water running down his chest and the inside of his legs.
“You little witch!” he exclaimed.
“Yup, that’s me!” she replied, now looking decidedly more cheery, grinning gleefully at him from the floor.
“How is it that you can pull off a spell like that, but you struggle with a Scourgify?”
“Well obviously, I put more effort into learning that kind of spell. Scourgify’s no good for covering Slytherins in goo now, is it?”
“I suppose not,” replied Remus thoughtfully, as he considered his next move.
“What were you doing anyway?” he asked, giving himself time to think.
“Dropped a tea bag on my favourite robes. Obviously didn’t want to try any laundry spells, so I thought I’d have a go at the Muggle way.”
“I see.”
“So,” she asked challengingly. “What now?”
Now was the operative word, and since the bathroom was a bit restrictive with its options.... “Only one thing, isn’t there?” he replied, walking further into the room, flicking his wand in the direction of the shower, which immediately began to fill the air with steam as hot water pounded down. “I’m going to take a shower,” he continued, stepping under the water, grabbing her arm at the very last minute and pulling her in with him.
“Remus!” she shrieked. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I should have thought,” he started, as he lifted her sopping wet tee-shirt over her head. “That it was perfectly obvious. We’re taking a shower.”
His hands grazed up her sides to cup her breast, and she gasped, swallowing her retort.
“Have you any complaints?” he asked huskily, before taking her earlobe in his mouth gently.
Her breath hitched. “You are a git, you know.”
“I know, but you still love me,” he replied, bending slightly to trail kisses along her neck.
Friday:
“Come on, Remus, hurry, before anyone spots it,” called Tonks urgently as she began to run up the steps to their flat, having noticed an owl perched outside on their living room windowsill.
“Nymphadora, slow down, you’ll break your neck,” replied Remus, as he hurried behind her, albeit it at a slightly less frantic pace.
Just as the last word left his lips, Tonks caught her foot on the very last step and fell with a thump.
“Tonks!” he cried, rushing up the last few steps.
“Bugger, bugger, bugger,” she cursed, clutching her shin.
Remus prised her hands away, noting the broken skin and the lump that was already beginning to match the one that was fading on her other leg.
“Oh, Tonks. What am I going to do with you?” he said affectionately, wiping a small tear from the corner of one eye.
“It hurts,” she whispered.
“Come on,” Remus said, opening the door to the flat before scoping her up slightly awkwardly and carrying her into the flat, using his hip to shut the door behind them.
As he laid her on the couch, she suddenly piped up, “The owl, Remus!”
“I’ll let it in,” he assured, quickly walking over to the window to let in the creature that had been the indirect cause of this latest accident. It flew in and landed on the back of an armchair, where Remus told him he could wait for a bit.
He walked back over to the couch, where Tonks was now sitting up, trying to get a better look at her injury. “I can deal with the cut,” Remus said, taking his wand waving it slightly over her shin with a muttered incantation.
Relief was instant on Tonks’ face. “Thank you,” she said. “Have I ever told you that you’re a useful fellow to have around?”
“Once or twice,” Remus replied with a smile. “Let me see what that owl has and then I’ll make us some cocoa and we can snuggle for a bit, sound like a plan?”
“Sounds like an excellent plan to me,” she replied, leaning in for a kiss.
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Date: 2006-09-22 10:45 pm (UTC)Anyhow, I like how you took them from sexiness, to the simple pleasure of walking to work together, to sexiness again, to snuggling. Four lovely little snapshots of daily life together. I love how Tonks' clumsiness is frustrating to her but not to Remus, and how she pretends to be irritated with him for rescuing her but secretly loves his tender ministrations. Very nice work.
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Date: 2006-09-23 05:41 pm (UTC)Glad to hear you enjoyed it, that's for leaving comments!
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Date: 2006-09-22 11:56 pm (UTC)He'll be a pro at it after being with Tonks :)
Nice everydayness piece. It seems I might have to bow to Mrs T and declare a bigger klutz than I. (and that's saying something)
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Date: 2006-09-23 05:43 pm (UTC)I hope you enjoyed it. Your icon is super cute, btw.
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Date: 2006-09-23 08:32 pm (UTC)Mmmmmm....Healer Lupin.
I have a booboo right here. *points to lips*
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Date: 2006-09-23 10:09 am (UTC)This was very sweet and lots of fun. Lucky Tonks, even if she is black and blue. :)
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 05:44 pm (UTC)Good to hear you enjoyed it, thanks.
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 10:30 pm (UTC)I'm just happy that it made you smile, that was the sole motive for writing it. :)
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Date: 2006-09-23 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 10:32 pm (UTC)Where can I get one of those Remus blokes?
No idea, but if you ever find out, can you let me know?
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Date: 2006-09-23 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 10:33 pm (UTC)Accidents would be a fair price to have a guy like Remus to patch you up afterwards.
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Date: 2006-09-24 11:38 pm (UTC)Which really works quite well with the theory men tend to have that sex cures all that ails you... ;)
Fun fic! I can't wait to see another chapter - Adventures in Baking... ;)