Mission: Covert Action Operation

AN: Thank you everyone for the reviews! They really mean the world to me! Special thanks to Warty, who fed me peppermint tea and once again dragged me through this chapter, and also to LariLee for betaing this faster than you can say Quidditch!

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Mission: Covert Action Operation

The door to Remus' building is really not very...promising. His new flat is above the Poison Candle Shop, his front door almost invisible in the gloomy main street of Knockturn Alley. It hangs precariously on its hinges, the green paint flaking away. Thankfully, Snape pushes the door open, one sarcastic eyebrow raised in derision. "How very decadent," he scoffs. I don't want to agree with him, but I must admit I am glad he is here.

The stairs up to Remus' apartment creak beneath my feet; the paint is peeling off the walls. The encrusted threadbare carpet crunches as I step on it...Merlin I hope Remus has cleaned his flat! Maybe I need to send Molly Weasley around here with one of her treasured Lockhart books...

Ooh! Warm hand has landed on my backside as I ascend the stairs ahead of Snape. His fingers playfully trace the curve of my backside through the thin fabric of my skirt, under my cloak. His touch is light, teasing, his hands cool. What is this man doing to me? We just...ohhh...but I think I could do this again...

We've just reached the landing to Remus' apartment. Someone just moaned. Maybe it was me...

No, there it goes again. The door is ajar and there are some...interesting sounds coming from inside the apartment.

Severus pushes the door open before me with the tip of his wand, and there, on the couch, astride a pair of hairy legs, is a thin, feminine form, topped with a great mop of bubblegum pink hair. Unmistakably, it's Tonks. Oh, blimey, she's riding Remus like a rogue broomstick, the muscles across her bare back flexing with each movement. Remus' eyes are closed, his head leaning back against the couch, a smile of utter contentment playing on his lips.

Snape has stepped up behind me, one finger pressed against my lips to indicate I should remain silent. He quietly pulls the door closed behind us. I feel like I shouldn't look yet at the same time my eyes are drawn back to the scene before us...

Tonks' hands land upon his chest, her nails teasing his flat nipples under his open shirt. Remus sucks in a breath, and his eyes open slowly, glazed and dilated as he looks up at Tonks...then his vision moves to over her shoulder...to us. He looks shocked...as if he's about to stop Tonks...but then Severus' hands move, unclasping my cloak, allowing it to fall silently to the ground, pooling at our feet. His fingers prise at the buttons on my shirt, popping each one undone until I am standing exposed before Remus. Severus' lips find the sensitive skin of my neck, teasing me; it's taking all my control to remain silent. His hands cup my breasts, brushing over my nipples, reigniting my desire. My eyes are locked with Remus', his face distorted with pleasure, desire and doubt.

"Fuck me purple! You're hitting all the right spots, big boy." Tonks' back stiffens, her short, spiky hair lengthening and turning purple. Remus lets out a grunt as she morphs. She moans, her movements picking up pace, her hair swinging violently side to side, her backside audibly smacking against Remus' thighs.

Remus' eyes drift from mine to Severus, and I see Remus shoot him a satisfied smirk. Suddenly Snape's hands descend on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, drawing a tiny moan from me that I can't stifle anymore. I allow my head to fall back against Severus' chest, his entire body fitting snugly against my own, now. The warmth of his body engulfs me and I feel his burgeoning erection pressing into my lower back. I'm a little relieved that this scene is not just turning me on...

"Watch them, Miss Granger. Take note...perhaps later we shall show them how this is done properly." His voice is barely a whisper in my ear, but it sends my body into a delightful space.

Remus' eyes fall shut for a moment, then he reopens them, a new look of determination on his face. Slowly, he raises the back of Tonks' rather short leather skirt, until her backside is exposed to us. As she raises herself from Remus' lap, his cock is visible for a moment before her body engulfs him again, burying him within that clump of purple hair...Oh dear! It's not just that on her head that changes colour!

Remus' knees slowly spread, pushing Tonks' own apart until our view is far clearer. Now having got over the shock of Tonks' hair, there is something decidedly erotic about watching him slide in and out of her.

"Oh, Merlin, yes!" Tonks cries out as he spreads her further. "Wicked, wicked wolfie!"

One of Snape's hands slide down my stomach, to the hem of my skirt, then pushes in a tantalisingly slow zigzag line back up the inside of my bare thigh. Hidden from Remus' view by the fabric, he slowly strokes at my folds, drawing a gasp from me. Gods, I'm still slick from his cum, my own arousal and the strokes of his tongue; his fingers slide over me like velvet.

Tonks is grinding against Remus, her pace quickening once more. "Remus, so close! So close!" she cries, her head tossed back. If she were to open her eyes, she'd see us. Remus is looking as if he's nearing his own orgasm now...his face is contorted slightly, his chest heaving. His fists clench and unclench as he fights to maintain his control.

The rumble of a barely there laugh echoes through Severus' chest and into my back. His fingers are withdrawn from under my skirt. He raises them up, past my head, and I hear him sliding them into his mouth, sucking them clean. A strangled yelp comes from Remus as he watches Snape. He grabs a firm hold of Tonks' hips and slams her down on top of him, his fingers digging deeply into her skin.

Tonks suddenly yells out, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! You know what I like – you've got what I need!" Her muscles in her back tighten and she quivers on top of Remus.

Gods, it is so erotic. I am so...desperate now. Merlin, just to have Snape bend me over that couch and fuck me senseless again...

I tip my head back, rubbing my backside against his cock as I do. "Please," I beg, my lips brushing at his neck.

But instead of shagging me against the door, Snape begins doing two of the buttons of my shirt back up. I'm covered, but barely. Easy access for later, I hope, though I would still far prefer that he took me again now.

"Just a taste," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. His mouth drops even closer to my ear, before he adds, "And, if clarification is needed, I am far from finished with you tonight."

Tonks seems to be recovering, her head lifting from Remus' chest. "That was brilliant!" she exclaims. "You're so big, Remus. Think I could go another round. Want me to be the man, this time?"

Remus clears his throat and looks a little embarrassed. "Uh, Tonks? We have company."

Tonks pauses for a moment, then her head scoots round to stare at us. She looks just a wee bit surprised, then a cheeky grin spreads over her face. "Quite a performance, huh? No need to applaud," she quips with a laugh.

"We all know how easily Mr Frigid is satisfied," Snape replies silkily.

"I'll have you know that Remus is just a day or so away from a full moon...and I'm enjoying every moment of it," Tonks retorts, pulling her top over her head.

Lucky cow. Horny Remus is not something to be scoffed at, at least in my experience. I think I might even have felt Snape's cock twitch against my back...not going to swear to that though!

"Time of the month, Remus?" Snape asks smoothly, eliciting a giggle, and not just from me.

Trying to keep a straight face, Tonks slides off Remus, and he retrieves his trousers from the puddle at his feet, standing up he fastens them back up.

Tonks is looking at us. Snape still has his arms wrapped possessively around me. She seems to be trying to gauge exactly what footing our relationship is on. She looks at me curiously. "It's funny, Snape. I never took you for the clingy type."

Ignoring her, Severus casts a Scourgify on the sofa. Then he leads me across the room, grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap, cradling me to his chest. His fingers slide under the hem of my skirt again, stroking my thighs. His eyes are on mine as he answers her. "I never felt the impetus before, Nymphadora."

I feel a little embarrassed by the display from Snape...I mean, shouldn't we really just go?

She huffs and plonks herself down on an upturned packing crate, folding her arms and looking down to the patches of floorboard peeking through the carpet.

"Sorry about the party," Remus says, heading behind the counter of the kitchenette, busying himself making drinks. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from his bare chest...beads of sweat cling to the fine smattering of hair, accentuating the fine form of his muscles. "I had to cancel. Tonks had a few...accidents."

"Yeah, burnt the food, dropped all the vodka down the stairs and forgot to send out the invitations," Tonks says nonchalantly. I suppose that sort of thing happens to her all the time.

Snape gives a snort of amusement.

"But as you're here anyway..." Remus passes around drinks and then pulls up an unpacked box and sits down atop it. The silence is a little awkward, the tension in the room volatile and cloaked in sexual innuendo.

Tonks is fiddling in the crate next to hers. She pulls out a copy of Playwitch and absently flicks it to one side. "What's this?" she asks, turning a small ebony figurine between her fingers.

Both Snape and Lupin reach for their wands, but as Severus still has his hands stroking my upper thighs, he's slow to draw and Remus summons the figurine to him effortlessly.

"Rookwood," he mumbles. "I haven't seen this is a very long time. It's the black Rook from my witch chess set."

"Witch chess?" I haven't heard of that and I tell him so. "I think you mean wizard chess, Remus. There's no such thing as-"

"Actually there is," Tonks interrupts me, the cowbag. I am going off her rapidly! Know it all is my position!

"It's a variation on a theme," Remus' tone is a little classroom, but I need to know, so I listen carefully. "Unlike wizard chess, which is about strategy and destroying the opposing army in a war of annihilation, witch chess is much more about-"

Snape finishes the explanation. "About strategy and destroying the opposing army in a war of stimulation."

I'm intrigued.

"But I doubt all the pieces are here," Remus says dolefully.

Tonks is rummaging around in the crate. "There's a few pawns, and look!" She holds up a grubby piece of ivory in triumph. "The white Queen!"

"Ah, that's Ruby, she's a real princess. Here, Hermione, look at her mischievous expression." He tosses the piece to me. Snape catches her in midair with a Summoning Charm and delivers her gently into my lap. She wiggles as I pick her up. Remus is right, she does look cheeky. Unlike Ron's Queen who is dressed for battle, Remus' is dressed to kill. She's wearing a tiny white basque and silky stockings finishing in a minute pair of strappy red heels. Turning away from me, she wiggles her hips and winks at Severus. What a tease! Ruby? Is Remus colour-blind?

"I found the white king, a black knight, and another black rook!" Tonks cries excitedly. "I think they're all here, Remus, there's a load in this box – oops."

"What have you done now, Miss Tonks?" Severus asks to the consternation of the white Queen who is doing her best to flirt with him.

"Box broke, sorry."

"No matter," Remus says cheerfully. 'Accio chess set!'

Thirty pieces of ivory and ebony fly out of the chest. Tonks bends forward to pick up a small metal box – just in time – a very heavy chess board whizzes past her head from a high shelf above the door. To my satisfaction, the white Queen squeals in surprise as she, too, is summoned across the room.

"... thirty one, thirty two..." Remus counts them in. "All present and correct. Who's for a game?"

"I'd rather play tiddlywinks," Tonks says, sitting up, rattling the tin which I assume contains counters.

"We'll play chess while you play your childish little game on your own," Snape tells her. "Perhaps Exploding Snap and tiddlywinks are the extent of your repertoire."

Tonks glares at him, the roots of her hair turning red. She stands up and walks over to Remus, who is setting out the board on an up-turned crate, ready to play. She sits down next to the board defiantly, right at Remus' feet. "Right, Snape, let's see what you can do with your bishop."