Remus pushed open the door to the hall, relieved to leave Sirius' foul mood behind for even a brief moment. Tonks was due to arrive any minute, and Remus wanted to make sure that the troll leg umbrella stand—or the rug, or a loose floorboard, or the door threshold—didn't trip her up again. He had scarcely stepped into the hall before a petite, feminine body crashed into his. His arms seemed to move of their own accord, wrapping tightly around Tonks to keep her from rebounding off him and crashing to the floor. It took his traitorous mind mere seconds to register the lovely perkier bits of her pressed exquisitely against his own chest, making it difficult to concentrate on anything other than how perfectly the curves of her body fit against him.
"You certainly know how to make an entrance," Remus said, looking down into her surprised face and hoping that in his addled state he managed not to sound like a complete duffer.
If he ever wanted to recall the rest of the brief conversation, he'd require a Pensieve, because the moment Tonks looked up at him and rewarded him with her smile, Remus had been unable to focus fully on their words. The excuse of holding the door for her and pouring her a cup of coffee proved the perfect opportunity to get ahold of himself before sitting across from her to join the conversation. Their chat, though brief since they were headed to Privet drive, was extremely pleasant. He marveled at her ability to draw Sirius away from his bitter mood with some comment about offending the Hippogriff that miraculously drew laughter from his increasingly-despondent friend. In addition to Sirius' buoyed spirits, Remus couldn't help but smile inwardly at the few quick glances Tonks threw his way when she ostensibly believed him to not be paying attention. Not that—he was quite certain—her glances were anything more than idle curiosity, but he wouldn't be too hard on himself for daring to dream.
Leaving a sulking Sirius in the kitchen, Remus and Tonks set out for Privet drive. There was a perfect spot in the side garden under the kitchen window for their spying purposes. The walk in the fresh air had helped clear his senses slightly, thankfully making the delectable memory of her body pressed against his slightly less acute, especially since they were both under a Disillusionment Charm and he could no longer see the way her fitted denims showed the curve of her...Remus took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, pointedly telling himself he was there to spy on the Dursleys, not praise Tonks' choice of forgoing robes for their outing.
His plan of leaving his ungentlemanly thoughts behind was thwarted as they took took their seats and, both of them still under the charm to keep them invisible, Tonks sat squarely on Remus' lap. She lingered there but a moment as she whispered a joke, but his body seemed to need only that instant to react to the feeling of her shapely rear-end perched enticingly on his body. In a desperate effort not to embarrass himself like an adolescent noticing a girl's womanly assets for the first time, Remus grasped her waist and reluctantly lifted her and helped her maneuver to a spot on the ground. He forgave himself the moment of weakness in which he leaned forward and allowed the scent of citrus fill his sensitive nostrils. Strictly speaking, there was no need for Remus to lean in to enjoy the lingering smell of whatever shampoo or body wash she'd used that morning in the shower—his acute sense of smell had noticed it when she'd crashed into him earlier, but how could he pass up the chance to investigate more closely? The scent of Tonks' skin mingling with the fresh scent of her soap imprinted itself in his mind.
Remus sighed—relief battling with disappointment—as Tonks announced she was off to follow Harry during his usual wanderings that kept him away from Privet drive; there was no way he'd be able to focus on anything Harry's bullish uncle said if the owner of the beautifully rounded arse that now filled his mind was sitting right next to him all day. As he watched Tonks' invisible steps flatten the grass until she'd turned the corner, the light summer breeze brought with it a hint of her lovely fragrance. The scent made him smile, even as he heard Vernon Dursley start in with his usual scathing remarks that seemed to pepper any conversation he had that didn't regard his horrendously spoiled son. Previous Order reports stated that Harry remained far from Privet Drive for hours at a time—perhaps he would take the time to indulge himself the fantasy of wondering where he would take Nymphadora Tonks on a date. Innocent, fully-clothed fantasies, of course, as Remus had no desire to be in further need of a cold shower at the end of the day. Suddenly, the hours ahead of him spying under the Dursley's kitchen window didn't seem so tedious after all.
A/N: A few hundred words to keep you all happy until Chapter 1 of the next fic is ready! Enjoy:)