No Time For Ducking
Apr. 20th, 2007 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godricgalI have finally finished chapter three of No Time For Ducking. I can't believe how long it's taken me to write this chapter, it's shameful, really. However, it's finished now, and I think I'm pleased with it. Assuming ff.net alerts are back up and running, I shall post it there on Monday or Tuesday. In the meantime, you'll find a short teaser beneath the cut.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, his thoughts returned to pondering the question of Tonks' expectations about tonight -- or if she had any at all. He was almost certain that, had they not been interrupted earlier, they'd have taken another great leap in their relationship. It was a step he very much wanted to take, but now it was getting late; they were both tired and probably a little overwhelmed. He couldn't help but think that perhaps tonight wasn't the night for their first time.
Now standing in nothing but his underpants -- and feeling more than a little self-conscious of the fact he was as good as naked in Tonks' bedroom -- Remus reached for the t-shirt she'd left for him and pulled it over his head. As stepped into the bottoms, he debated the wisdom of bringing the subject up. It did occur to him that laying clothes out for him might be telling. Then again, clothes put on could always be taken off.
If they didn't speak about it, he was quite sure the issue would hang thick in the air between them; at least, certainly he would be wondering.
But what if Tonks hadn't considered it? Would it be too forward to assume that sex was on her mind? He might insert awkwardness between them, rather than dissolve it.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, his thoughts returned to pondering the question of Tonks' expectations about tonight -- or if she had any at all. He was almost certain that, had they not been interrupted earlier, they'd have taken another great leap in their relationship. It was a step he very much wanted to take, but now it was getting late; they were both tired and probably a little overwhelmed. He couldn't help but think that perhaps tonight wasn't the night for their first time.
Now standing in nothing but his underpants -- and feeling more than a little self-conscious of the fact he was as good as naked in Tonks' bedroom -- Remus reached for the t-shirt she'd left for him and pulled it over his head. As stepped into the bottoms, he debated the wisdom of bringing the subject up. It did occur to him that laying clothes out for him might be telling. Then again, clothes put on could always be taken off.
If they didn't speak about it, he was quite sure the issue would hang thick in the air between them; at least, certainly he would be wondering.
But what if Tonks hadn't considered it? Would it be too forward to assume that sex was on her mind? He might insert awkwardness between them, rather than dissolve it.
