Chocogasm (R) - Tonks/Remus LMOM #7: Fic, Chocogasm Title: Chocogasm Rating: R Pairing: Remus, Tonks (GASP, i wrote HET, and TONKS! o_O) Word count: 1,184 Kinks: Angry!sex, spanking, rough sex, chocolate? XD Challenge: LMoM 2008 Notes: Really my first attempt at het, so it's bound to be rough, and I was running out of time!
Incidentally, it began not with a kiss, but with a carton of ice cream. An empty carton of ice cream. Even more specifically, it was Remus' favourite smooth-n-creamy, churned, dark-chocolate fudge-chunk, brownie bits, and swiss chocolate swirl bonanza icecream called "ChocOgasm". It was only available seasonally at Huneydukes, and Remus always stocked up on it for eating the nights just before and after the full moon. Chocolate seemed to just make the transformation and its aftermath, and nothing better than several kinds of chocolate swirled all together in one sweet, ice-cold gooey concoction!
Only it didn't do a damned thing if you didn't get to eat it. Snarling under his breath, he stalked the trail of evidence - she'd managed to drip icecream here and there, didn't the blasted woman know how to eat out of a bloody BOWL? Cartons leaked when they defrosted! He found Tonks in the living room with the telly on, curled up in what she called her 'comfort clothes' and he called her 'ragdoll' clothes. He'd made a mistake of calling them that to her face one day, resulting in his favourite tatty cardigan vanishing the next day.
Still....his lip curled as he spotted the most damning evidence of all - the soggy carton veeing to the side, a small puddle of chocolate and one lone brownie bit leaking from one corner, spoiling the braided rag-rug Dora had found at some flea market.
His icecream. "Nymphadora!" He bellowed, "What part of 'my' icecream don't you understand? The full moon is tomorrow, Honeydukes is closed for the weekend, and you just ate the last of my bloody icecream!" Remus could see dried tear tracks on her cheeks; she'd probably been watching sappy chickflicks again.
Dora scowled and looked away from the telly. "I had a good reason! I'm PMSing - " she sniffed for good measure, and hugged the huge sleeves of the misshapen sweatshirt she wore to herself. "And a girl needs a good dose of chocolate for that - "
Remus' face turned red with anger he tried to suppress. "Wait a - you're saying you ate my special icecream because you felt a little weepy? Just because you think in a couple days you're going to be mentruating? How does that remotely compare to the pain of transformation and the psychology of turning into a monster? That was - "
Her eyes were spitting fire as she glared at him. "What, that gives you moral superiority and rights to the icecream? Guess what, while you're going mad and trying to make people bleed one night a month, I spend a good half of the week trying to function while my body bloats to twice its size, my back feels like someone's poured lead into it, I burst into tears at the drop of a hat like a bloody first year, and bleed for a week. And I've been suffering this 'curse' just as long as you, and unlike you, all women have to put up with this shite," she snarled.
Remus threw his hands up in the air. "What do you want me to do about it? You don't want to have sex, you don't want me to touch you - "
"Maybe if you didn't go about sex so bloody selfishly," she interupted, "always you wanting a quick fuck, a quick handjob, a quick blowjob, never thinking about me - "
"Maybe because there's not enough to hold my interest - "
The carton flew at his head; he ducked, and stalked towards her as she shrieked, "You bastard! Maybe you're just not bloody man enough to do a proper job of -"
She didn't have a chance to get the words out before he was on her, pinning her to the couch and snarling into her ear, "Is that a challenge to prove that I can be enough for you?" He pulled the sweatshirt over head, muffling any reply she made and exposing her upper body. She was wearing a plain, unadorned cotton bra - he felt no guilt at all when he grasped it in both hands and ripped it in half, tossing it to the floor, ignoring her swearing as she extracted herself from her sweatshirt.
"Bloody hell, what's gotten into you, Remus? That was my favourite bra for - "
He roughly pinched her nipples and watched her squirm, thankful she liked it rough - she'd had a battle on her hands at first, getting him to 'break out the wolf' in the bedroom, as she called it. "But it wasn't lace, and was in the way of this," he muttered in her ear, twisting her nipples hard and grinding his hips into her arse, biting back a groan when she bucked in his hands and rubbed against the erection straining at his trousers. "Wand," he bit out, fumbling for his, but she reached hers first and cast a hasty Divesto.
"How shall I punish you for your misbehaviour? Your slander to my manhood and abilities, and worst of all, the consumption of my icecream?" The loud crack of his palm against the soft flesh of her arse showed that he knew exactly how. He dug his fingers to hold her hips against his when she tried to twist away, watching the red handprint bloom on the white skin.
"Ow! You sodding - OW!" She struggled to get away but he held her pinned between his thighs and the arm of the couch and spanked the reddening skin until the tenor of the cries changed, became more breathless, and she rubbed back against him instead of pulling away. And when he stopped and stroked a soothing hand over her flaming cheeks and down between her legs, she was dripping.
"Suitably punished?" he growled, rocking his erection against her inflamed arse, probing with his fingers to find her clitoris and flicking it lightly, rewarded when she shuddered and ground back into him. "Beg me, Dora. Beg your werewolf to fuck you."
"Damn it, Remus, I - I need to - need you - Merlin, Remus, - " she gasped and arched under him when he pulled at one of her nipples harshly, in counterpoint to the fingers rubbing her clit. "Fuck, Remus, fuck me! Please!"
"Need me, do you?" he grunted, pulling back far enough to center his cock at her wet opening and slide in. She was like hot silk, liquid and tight around him. "Who's not good enough for who now?"
She threw her head back, her hair tinging red and black where it spilled over her shoulders and tickling his nose. "Ah - not fair, Remus, not - ah! fucking fair!" she gasped, pushing back to meet him.
Reason forgotten, they threw themselves into fucking, and neither was sure which of them came first, only that afterwords they were too boneless to move from the couch.
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An honest orgasm was every bit as good as a bowl of Chocogasm, they both decided - though it was as good an excuse as any for frantic, angry sex any night of the month.