Fic ~ Metamorphoses
Title: Metamorphoses
Word Count: 3,469
Characters/Pairings: Haryy/Tonks
Rating: NC-17, sexual content
Disclaimer: JKR owns, not for profit, etc., etc., etc.
Summary: A week after Dumbledore's funeral a chance encounter in Little Whinging transforms Harry and Tonks.
Where is all of this SMUT coming from? Must be hormones. :D
And before anyone asks I'll say that I've always had a bit of a soft spot for Harry/Tonks. I think it's because, like Ginny, Tonks is able to connect with Harry through humour, something that is very important to him. And the brief flashes of chemistry between Radcliffe and Tena in Movie!OOTP certainly didn't hurt.
Harry Potter walked the streets of Little Whinging at night, too restless to sleep. He had only been back at his aunt and uncle’s house for a week, but these strolls were becoming a nightly ritual. As he circled the neighborhood at a brisk pace he prayed for the exhaustion of body and mind that would allow him to finally subside into unconsciousness.
But each night those prayers went unanswered. His thoughts chased themselves in a dizzying spiral of grief, guilt, and blame as he listed the names of the people whose lives had been cut short because of him. His mother and father. Cedric. Sirius. And now Dumbledore, who had been more than a teacher to him. Dumbledore, who had, more than anything, taught him to understand himself. Who had instilled in him the determination to do what needed to be done.
The problem was he wasn’t sure if he could do it on his own.
On some of his nightly strolls his mind drifted to those that were still alive. He thought of Ron and Hermione, swearing that they would be with him until the bitter end. He thought about Hagrid, who even in the midst of a profound grief had managed to find cause for optimism. And he thought about Ginny, and her resolute acceptance when he had told her that they couldn’t be together any longer. It was the right thing to do, he knew that. Maybe the only thing to do if he wanted her to be safe.
But it didn’t change the fact that when he did manage to fall asleep, usually near dawn, he dreamt of her in ways that left him sweating, trembling, and in desperate need of a wank. He found it heartily ironic that even with so much death surrounding him he still managed to get in touch with his sexuality, just like any normal sixteen (almost seventeen) year old boy.
The universal human condition, he thought to himself. People dying all around and all the survivors can think about is the need to fuck like rabbits.
He found himself at the old, broken-down play park. It had been vandalized so many times in recent years that the council had completely given up. The swings were gone; only the limp chains hung from the crossbar. The merry-go-round was more or less intact, although it no longer spun on its axis. Harry vaulted the dilapidated fence and climbed to the top of the small knoll, throwing himself down on his back in the dry, scratchy grass.
Clouds scudded across the dark sky, obscuring the moon and stars. The nearest streetlight was far enough away that Harry felt like he was alone in the world, cocooned in the darkness. He lay quietly with his hands crossed on his chest. He tried to empty his mind while he waited for his heartbeat and breathing to return to normal.
A twig cracked nearby. Harry jack-knifed into a sitting position, pulling his wand as he moved. He pointed it in the direction from which the sound had come.
“Who’s there?” he called out. He clambered to his feet. “Show yourself!”
“I should have known I’d do something to give myself away.” The voice was definitely familiar.
“Tonks?”
“None other. Lumos!” Her wand lighted, and Harry was able to see her as she emerged from the cluster of trees on his left. He almost laughed at the grass stains on her jeans, the smudge of dirt on her cheek and the leaf caught in her hair.
“Damn nature,” Tonks grumbled, pulling the leaf loose from her (now) wavy blonde hair.
Harry covered his grin with his hand. “What did you trip over?”
“Stuff it, Potter.”
Relaxed now that he knew no enemy was near Harry returned to his seat on the ground. Tonks sat beside him, picking at the brown grass. “I was wondering when you’d notice you were under guard,” she said. “Kingsley, Moody and I have been taking it in turns.” She looked around at the derelict park. “These nighttime ramblings of yours aren’t exactly the best idea, you know.”
“I know,” Harry replied, pulling at a loose thread in the hem of his jeans. “But the alternative is worse.”
“The alternative?”
“Sleeping. Nightmares.” Harry shrugged. “Not that it’s exactly easy for me to sleep right now.”
“You’re not alone in that. Or in the nightmares.”
Harry shifted on the ground, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. “How’s Remus?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject.
He immediately regretted bringing up Lupin when he saw Tonks’ face twist and her lips compress. “I don’t know how he is,” she replied, her voice vibrating with a mixture of anger and sadness. “I haven’t seen him since the night of Dumbledore’s death.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, feeling stupid and clumsy. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
Tonks turned her head and met his eyes. “Don’t apologize, Harry. You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault.”
“Still, it clearly hurts you, and I. . .”
“It pisses me off,” Tonks said. “Let’s get that straight right now.”
Harry grinned. “OK, fair enough. He’s a prat.”
“Totally.”
They laughed together, both starting to feel better. For Harry it was a relief to think about, and talk about, something other than the fate that hung over his head like the blade of a guillotine, and Tonks felt something inside her loosen as she expressed her anger and hurt over Remus’ behavior.
But then she glanced at the young man at her side and felt her insides tighten again. He probably has no idea how bloody gorgeous he is when he smiles and laughs, she thought. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Damn.
Harry felt the change in the atmosphere around them as soon as Tonks stopped laughing. He glanced at her and felt gooseflesh break out on his arms and the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Her eyes were roving over his face and they stopped at his mouth. His throat went dry and blood rushed to his groin.
“Harry. . .” she whispered.
He shook his head and reached out with a hand to wipe at the dirt on her cheek. “Show me what you naturally look like,” he said, his voice husky.
Tonks nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing with a sigh. Her hair darkened and shortened, stopping at her shoulders. Her face seemed to melt and change into a new configuration; her cheekbones sharpened, her eyes grew slightly larger, and her mouth widened, her lower lip becoming fuller. Even her body changed; her shoulders broadened slightly and her breasts grew, straining against her shirt, which was clearly meant for the smaller-busted form she had assumed previously.
Harry watched, fascinated at the process. When she finally opened her eyes again he was surprised to find himself staring at what he imagined would have been Sirius as a woman. She had the same dark hair and eyes and the same wry, humorous twist to her mouth.
“Say something,” Tonks said, breaking the charged silence between them.
In response Harry shifted until they sat close enough for their thighs to touch. Her warmth flowed into him and he felt his growing erection push against his jeans. He stroked her cheek again and slid one hand into her hair, positioning her face as he brought his lips close to hers.
“This is crazy,” he whispered. “But I don't want to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
Their lips met, softly and tentatively. Harry felt every ounce of his inexperience and was unsure how to proceed, but Tonks took control. She flicked her tongue against his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth, before she pressed closer and their tongues began to duel. Her hands plunged into his hair, and when she started to massage his scalp he broke the kiss and leaned his head into her hands, sighing with pleasure. He pulled off his glasses and set them on the ground beside his wand.
Tonks caught her breath when Harry opened his eyes again. As startling as the green was normally without the barrier of the glasses his eyes absolutely glowed in the darkness. And they were completely focused on her. “Tell me what you want, Harry,” she said, cupping his face in her hands.
“I don’t. . .” He swallowed. “I don’t know. I can’t ask. I. . .”
“Do you want me, Harry?” she asked, bringing her lips to within a hairsbreadth of his.
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes drifting closed. “But I’ve never. . .”
“I know. Don’t worry.” Tonks slipped out of the light jacket she wore and lay it on the ground, transfiguring it into a soft, fluffy quilt. She moved over onto the impromptu bed, bringing Harry with her. She stroked the length of his arms, watching his face the entire time.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered. “I won’t do anything unless I know it’s what you want.”
All Harry could think about was feeling her mouth on his again. “Kiss me.”
Tonks obliged, tangling her tongue with his and tugging lightly on his lower lip with her teeth. As the kiss grew more passionate she slid her hands under Harry’s t-shirt and up the warm skin of his back. She was rewarded when he moaned into her mouth. She pulled away slightly.
“Do my hands feel good on your skin?” she asked, caressing him again.
Harry nodded. “I want you to take my shirt off.”
Tonks pulled on the material and the shirt went over his head and finally came off. In the light of her still glowing wand she studied his form; he was thin, but hardly underdeveloped. As she watched his nipples puckered in the cooler night air and she had to restrain herself from attacking them with her mouth. Instead she brought her face in closer to his chest and inhaled. He smelled of the outdoors, of soft earth and grass, and she thought she could get dizzy on his scent.
“Can I. . .” His voice broke. “Can I take your shirt off?”
Tonks nodded and scooted far enough away so that Harry could see what he was doing. His fingers fumbled on the first two buttons, so she covered his hands with hers, guiding him and helping him. When at last all of the buttons were free he slid both hands inside the fabric and pushed it down over her shoulders. She shrugged out of the material and sat quietly under his scrutiny, glad that, in a brief spurt of vanity, she had worn one of her fancier bras that evening.
Her brain ground to a halt after that thought, however, because Harry had reached out and carefully cupped one of her breasts in his hand. His touch was unpracticed and inexperienced, but it still sent a jolt though her. When he grazed her taut nipple with the back of his hand she gasped.
Harry instantly dropped his hand. “I’m sorry! What did I do wrong?”
Tonks had to bite down on the urge to laugh. “Nothing, Harry, you did something exactly right,” she said. She took his hand in hers and guided it back to her breast, this time placing his palm firmly over the globe of flesh so that he could feel her nipple pushing against him.
Harry took the hint and placed his other hand in the exact same position. He gently rubbed in small circles, feeling both nipples tighten more against his palms. Not knowing exactly why he did it he used his thumb and index finger to lightly pinch and roll the taut flesh. Tonks groaned in response.
“Was that also ‘exactly right’?” he asked, grinning.
“You’re a fast learner, Harry, I’ll give you that.” She reached out and laid both of her hands on his chest. “Would you like me to do the same to you?”
“Will it feel good?”
“Oh yes,” Tonks replied, brushing her hands across his nipples and feeling him jump in surprise. She mimicked his pinching and rolling motion, and smiled when Harry moaned and bit down on his lower lip. “It can feel even better, Harry,” she said.
“How?”
“I can use my mouth.”
Harry nodded his agreement, trusting that she knew what she was doing.
“Lay back,” Tonks instructed. Harry lay down and stretched out on his back, enjoying the sensation of her hands on him. He closed his eyes. . .
His eyes jerked open at the first light rasp on her tongue on his nipple. “SHIT!” he exclaimed, making Tonks laugh. “I told you,” she said, using her teeth to gently nip at him, wringing another exclamation out of him.
“Just. . . Oh God. Do whatever you want to me. You have my permission.”
“Fair enough,” Tonks replied. She continued her oral attentions on his nipples and let one hand drift lower on his abdomen. When she laid that hand on top of the bulge in his jeans he lifted his hips against her hand and she sat up. “We’ll have to take that part slow, Harry. Make it last as long as a sixteen year old can last,” she said with a grin.
Harry sat up slightly, resting on his elbows. “What about you?” he asked. “What do you want?”
Tonks sat back, allowing Harry to straighten up completely. “I want you to put your mouth on me,” she replied simply. “Just like I did to you.”
Their eyes met and held as Harry reached out and slid one of her bra straps down off of her shoulder. The satiny material that cupped her breast loosened slightly and he slid his hand inside. Her skin was impossibly warm and soft as he gently lifted the silky globe free from its restraint. He dropped his eyes then, studying her. He rang a finger around the aureole, fascinated by how the flesh was progressively darker as it drew in to the hardened nub.
Tonks was shifting her body, writhing as much as one could writhe in a sitting position. “Harry. . .” she breathed. “Use you mouth. Now.”
He needed no further encouragement or instruction. He took the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, making Tonks’ head spin. When he brought his tongue into play she thought her heart would stop. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, peeling the silky scrap away and freeing both breasts.
Harry moaned when he felt the full weight of her other breast fill his hand and he instinctively used his thumb to tease the nipple until he shifted his mouth.
As Harry lavished attention on her nipples Tonks could feel the growing dampness in her knickers and the throb of her arousal. She wanted Harry like she could never remember wanting a man before. Maybe it was the heady excitement of teaching an inexperienced boy how to give and receive physical pleasure, but she was in a fever of impatience to feel nothing between them, to press his skin against hers and to measure the weight of his cock in her hand.
As if he read her mind Harry pulled away from her and met her eyes. “This isn’t enough,” he said. "I want to feel all of you. Against me.” And he kissed her hard and with a passion that stole her breath and what was left of her reason.
In a flash her wand leapt to her hand, called by a non-verbal summoning spell. With a flick and a swish their remaining clothes vanished, reappearing neatly folded alongside their makeshift bed.
Tonks grinned. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten that spell perfect.”
Harry reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands. “You’re talking too much,” he growled, attacking her lips in a fierce kiss. He pushed her back until she was stretched out and laid himself half on top of her. One of his knees pushed between her legs and they parted slightly. He moved one hand to stroke her thigh in ever larger circles, coming closer to her dripping core.
“Should I touch you there?” he asked in between softer kisses.
“Oh God YES,” Tonks sighed, raising her knees slightly and letting them fall away from each other, opening herself to Harry’s touch. His first tentative caress made her suck in her breath.
“It’s so damp,” Harry said, surprised. “Is it supposed to be like that?”
Tonks could only nod; with each stroke his touch grew more confident and assured, until he was using a finger to quest at her entrance and all she could do was lift her hips against his hand.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked, his fingers finding the hard nub of her clit. When he rolled it between his thumb and index finger like he had done to her nipples Tonks cried out and her hips bucked upward. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, continuing to toy with her clit while with the fingers of his other hand he pushed in and out of her.
Tonks could feel her orgasm gathering in the pit of her stomach. Unsure and inexperienced he might be, but Harry was somehow effortlessly hitting on all of her hot buttons. She didn’t want this experience to be about her, though, so she reached down and stilled his hands. When he looked up into her eyes she smiled. “Your turn,” she whispered. “Lay back.”
When he was stretched out before her she couldn’t keep the admiration from her eyes. Again, although he was a little on the thin side he was well proportioned, his muscles just beginning to show the man inside of the boy. His cock, hard and thick, sprang out from a thick nest of black hair. She reached out and took him in her hand, feeling the weight and the girth of him and imagining how he would fill her.
She stroked him one, twice, and then a third time. Each time he pushed against her hand and she could feel the blood pulsing in his member. When she felt the stickiness of pre-cum on her hand she straddled his hips, poised to take him inside.
“Harry, look at me.”
He opened his eyes and met hers.
“This will be quick,” she said. “That’s perfectly normal for your first time.” She grinned. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” And then she sank down onto him, taking his cock inside.
Harry felt his reason completely give out as he slid into Tonk’s silken warmth. Even if he could have formed a thought the sensation was indescribable; it was heat and moisture and pressure and Oh God she’s somehow squeezing me just like when I wank off. . .
And then she began to move against him, shifting her hips so that he slid in and out of her. The friction produced the most delicious ache in his groin, an ache that grew with every little movement. He felt her hand take one of his and move it to where their bodies were joined. “Rub me with your thumb,” she gasped out. “Like you were doing before.”
His fingers found that tiny kernel of flesh again and he began to rub on it, faster and faster, keeping pace with the motion of her hips. He stared up at her, seeing the flush on her skin and watching her breasts bounce slightly with each push against him. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she moaned each time he pushed against her clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Harry gasped out an instant before his world exploded. He jerked his hips up, pushing into Tonks one last time as his cock spasmed and he spilled himself inside of her. A moment later he felt the muscles of her thighs lock down on his hips as she cried out, giving way to her own climax. Her slick walls gripped his cock and milked it of every last drop.
No longer able to sit up Tonks dropped down to lay against Harry’s chest, still holding him inside of her. They both lay still, waiting for their heart rates and breathing to return to normal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tonks raised her head and met Harry’s eyes.
“You’re a fast learner, Harry,” she said again, kissing him softly.
He ran his hands up and down her back, following the dent of her spine as he returned the kiss. “Do you want to know what else I’m fast at?” he asked.
Tonks grinned slyly as she felt him hardening again inside of her. “Recovery?”
**~**~**~**~**~**
Two hours later, fully dressed and composed, Harry and Tonks parted after one last soft, lingering kiss. Neither spoke, because nothing needed to be said. It was a chance encounter, never to be repeated.
Word Count: 3,469
Characters/Pairings: Haryy/Tonks
Rating: NC-17, sexual content
Disclaimer: JKR owns, not for profit, etc., etc., etc.
Summary: A week after Dumbledore's funeral a chance encounter in Little Whinging transforms Harry and Tonks.
Where is all of this SMUT coming from? Must be hormones. :D
And before anyone asks I'll say that I've always had a bit of a soft spot for Harry/Tonks. I think it's because, like Ginny, Tonks is able to connect with Harry through humour, something that is very important to him. And the brief flashes of chemistry between Radcliffe and Tena in Movie!OOTP certainly didn't hurt.
Harry Potter walked the streets of Little Whinging at night, too restless to sleep. He had only been back at his aunt and uncle’s house for a week, but these strolls were becoming a nightly ritual. As he circled the neighborhood at a brisk pace he prayed for the exhaustion of body and mind that would allow him to finally subside into unconsciousness.
But each night those prayers went unanswered. His thoughts chased themselves in a dizzying spiral of grief, guilt, and blame as he listed the names of the people whose lives had been cut short because of him. His mother and father. Cedric. Sirius. And now Dumbledore, who had been more than a teacher to him. Dumbledore, who had, more than anything, taught him to understand himself. Who had instilled in him the determination to do what needed to be done.
The problem was he wasn’t sure if he could do it on his own.
On some of his nightly strolls his mind drifted to those that were still alive. He thought of Ron and Hermione, swearing that they would be with him until the bitter end. He thought about Hagrid, who even in the midst of a profound grief had managed to find cause for optimism. And he thought about Ginny, and her resolute acceptance when he had told her that they couldn’t be together any longer. It was the right thing to do, he knew that. Maybe the only thing to do if he wanted her to be safe.
But it didn’t change the fact that when he did manage to fall asleep, usually near dawn, he dreamt of her in ways that left him sweating, trembling, and in desperate need of a wank. He found it heartily ironic that even with so much death surrounding him he still managed to get in touch with his sexuality, just like any normal sixteen (almost seventeen) year old boy.
The universal human condition, he thought to himself. People dying all around and all the survivors can think about is the need to fuck like rabbits.
He found himself at the old, broken-down play park. It had been vandalized so many times in recent years that the council had completely given up. The swings were gone; only the limp chains hung from the crossbar. The merry-go-round was more or less intact, although it no longer spun on its axis. Harry vaulted the dilapidated fence and climbed to the top of the small knoll, throwing himself down on his back in the dry, scratchy grass.
Clouds scudded across the dark sky, obscuring the moon and stars. The nearest streetlight was far enough away that Harry felt like he was alone in the world, cocooned in the darkness. He lay quietly with his hands crossed on his chest. He tried to empty his mind while he waited for his heartbeat and breathing to return to normal.
A twig cracked nearby. Harry jack-knifed into a sitting position, pulling his wand as he moved. He pointed it in the direction from which the sound had come.
“Who’s there?” he called out. He clambered to his feet. “Show yourself!”
“I should have known I’d do something to give myself away.” The voice was definitely familiar.
“Tonks?”
“None other. Lumos!” Her wand lighted, and Harry was able to see her as she emerged from the cluster of trees on his left. He almost laughed at the grass stains on her jeans, the smudge of dirt on her cheek and the leaf caught in her hair.
“Damn nature,” Tonks grumbled, pulling the leaf loose from her (now) wavy blonde hair.
Harry covered his grin with his hand. “What did you trip over?”
“Stuff it, Potter.”
Relaxed now that he knew no enemy was near Harry returned to his seat on the ground. Tonks sat beside him, picking at the brown grass. “I was wondering when you’d notice you were under guard,” she said. “Kingsley, Moody and I have been taking it in turns.” She looked around at the derelict park. “These nighttime ramblings of yours aren’t exactly the best idea, you know.”
“I know,” Harry replied, pulling at a loose thread in the hem of his jeans. “But the alternative is worse.”
“The alternative?”
“Sleeping. Nightmares.” Harry shrugged. “Not that it’s exactly easy for me to sleep right now.”
“You’re not alone in that. Or in the nightmares.”
Harry shifted on the ground, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. “How’s Remus?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject.
He immediately regretted bringing up Lupin when he saw Tonks’ face twist and her lips compress. “I don’t know how he is,” she replied, her voice vibrating with a mixture of anger and sadness. “I haven’t seen him since the night of Dumbledore’s death.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, feeling stupid and clumsy. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
Tonks turned her head and met his eyes. “Don’t apologize, Harry. You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault.”
“Still, it clearly hurts you, and I. . .”
“It pisses me off,” Tonks said. “Let’s get that straight right now.”
Harry grinned. “OK, fair enough. He’s a prat.”
“Totally.”
They laughed together, both starting to feel better. For Harry it was a relief to think about, and talk about, something other than the fate that hung over his head like the blade of a guillotine, and Tonks felt something inside her loosen as she expressed her anger and hurt over Remus’ behavior.
But then she glanced at the young man at her side and felt her insides tighten again. He probably has no idea how bloody gorgeous he is when he smiles and laughs, she thought. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Damn.
Harry felt the change in the atmosphere around them as soon as Tonks stopped laughing. He glanced at her and felt gooseflesh break out on his arms and the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Her eyes were roving over his face and they stopped at his mouth. His throat went dry and blood rushed to his groin.
“Harry. . .” she whispered.
He shook his head and reached out with a hand to wipe at the dirt on her cheek. “Show me what you naturally look like,” he said, his voice husky.
Tonks nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing with a sigh. Her hair darkened and shortened, stopping at her shoulders. Her face seemed to melt and change into a new configuration; her cheekbones sharpened, her eyes grew slightly larger, and her mouth widened, her lower lip becoming fuller. Even her body changed; her shoulders broadened slightly and her breasts grew, straining against her shirt, which was clearly meant for the smaller-busted form she had assumed previously.
Harry watched, fascinated at the process. When she finally opened her eyes again he was surprised to find himself staring at what he imagined would have been Sirius as a woman. She had the same dark hair and eyes and the same wry, humorous twist to her mouth.
“Say something,” Tonks said, breaking the charged silence between them.
In response Harry shifted until they sat close enough for their thighs to touch. Her warmth flowed into him and he felt his growing erection push against his jeans. He stroked her cheek again and slid one hand into her hair, positioning her face as he brought his lips close to hers.
“This is crazy,” he whispered. “But I don't want to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
Their lips met, softly and tentatively. Harry felt every ounce of his inexperience and was unsure how to proceed, but Tonks took control. She flicked her tongue against his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth, before she pressed closer and their tongues began to duel. Her hands plunged into his hair, and when she started to massage his scalp he broke the kiss and leaned his head into her hands, sighing with pleasure. He pulled off his glasses and set them on the ground beside his wand.
Tonks caught her breath when Harry opened his eyes again. As startling as the green was normally without the barrier of the glasses his eyes absolutely glowed in the darkness. And they were completely focused on her. “Tell me what you want, Harry,” she said, cupping his face in her hands.
“I don’t. . .” He swallowed. “I don’t know. I can’t ask. I. . .”
“Do you want me, Harry?” she asked, bringing her lips to within a hairsbreadth of his.
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes drifting closed. “But I’ve never. . .”
“I know. Don’t worry.” Tonks slipped out of the light jacket she wore and lay it on the ground, transfiguring it into a soft, fluffy quilt. She moved over onto the impromptu bed, bringing Harry with her. She stroked the length of his arms, watching his face the entire time.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered. “I won’t do anything unless I know it’s what you want.”
All Harry could think about was feeling her mouth on his again. “Kiss me.”
Tonks obliged, tangling her tongue with his and tugging lightly on his lower lip with her teeth. As the kiss grew more passionate she slid her hands under Harry’s t-shirt and up the warm skin of his back. She was rewarded when he moaned into her mouth. She pulled away slightly.
“Do my hands feel good on your skin?” she asked, caressing him again.
Harry nodded. “I want you to take my shirt off.”
Tonks pulled on the material and the shirt went over his head and finally came off. In the light of her still glowing wand she studied his form; he was thin, but hardly underdeveloped. As she watched his nipples puckered in the cooler night air and she had to restrain herself from attacking them with her mouth. Instead she brought her face in closer to his chest and inhaled. He smelled of the outdoors, of soft earth and grass, and she thought she could get dizzy on his scent.
“Can I. . .” His voice broke. “Can I take your shirt off?”
Tonks nodded and scooted far enough away so that Harry could see what he was doing. His fingers fumbled on the first two buttons, so she covered his hands with hers, guiding him and helping him. When at last all of the buttons were free he slid both hands inside the fabric and pushed it down over her shoulders. She shrugged out of the material and sat quietly under his scrutiny, glad that, in a brief spurt of vanity, she had worn one of her fancier bras that evening.
Her brain ground to a halt after that thought, however, because Harry had reached out and carefully cupped one of her breasts in his hand. His touch was unpracticed and inexperienced, but it still sent a jolt though her. When he grazed her taut nipple with the back of his hand she gasped.
Harry instantly dropped his hand. “I’m sorry! What did I do wrong?”
Tonks had to bite down on the urge to laugh. “Nothing, Harry, you did something exactly right,” she said. She took his hand in hers and guided it back to her breast, this time placing his palm firmly over the globe of flesh so that he could feel her nipple pushing against him.
Harry took the hint and placed his other hand in the exact same position. He gently rubbed in small circles, feeling both nipples tighten more against his palms. Not knowing exactly why he did it he used his thumb and index finger to lightly pinch and roll the taut flesh. Tonks groaned in response.
“Was that also ‘exactly right’?” he asked, grinning.
“You’re a fast learner, Harry, I’ll give you that.” She reached out and laid both of her hands on his chest. “Would you like me to do the same to you?”
“Will it feel good?”
“Oh yes,” Tonks replied, brushing her hands across his nipples and feeling him jump in surprise. She mimicked his pinching and rolling motion, and smiled when Harry moaned and bit down on his lower lip. “It can feel even better, Harry,” she said.
“How?”
“I can use my mouth.”
Harry nodded his agreement, trusting that she knew what she was doing.
“Lay back,” Tonks instructed. Harry lay down and stretched out on his back, enjoying the sensation of her hands on him. He closed his eyes. . .
His eyes jerked open at the first light rasp on her tongue on his nipple. “SHIT!” he exclaimed, making Tonks laugh. “I told you,” she said, using her teeth to gently nip at him, wringing another exclamation out of him.
“Just. . . Oh God. Do whatever you want to me. You have my permission.”
“Fair enough,” Tonks replied. She continued her oral attentions on his nipples and let one hand drift lower on his abdomen. When she laid that hand on top of the bulge in his jeans he lifted his hips against her hand and she sat up. “We’ll have to take that part slow, Harry. Make it last as long as a sixteen year old can last,” she said with a grin.
Harry sat up slightly, resting on his elbows. “What about you?” he asked. “What do you want?”
Tonks sat back, allowing Harry to straighten up completely. “I want you to put your mouth on me,” she replied simply. “Just like I did to you.”
Their eyes met and held as Harry reached out and slid one of her bra straps down off of her shoulder. The satiny material that cupped her breast loosened slightly and he slid his hand inside. Her skin was impossibly warm and soft as he gently lifted the silky globe free from its restraint. He dropped his eyes then, studying her. He rang a finger around the aureole, fascinated by how the flesh was progressively darker as it drew in to the hardened nub.
Tonks was shifting her body, writhing as much as one could writhe in a sitting position. “Harry. . .” she breathed. “Use you mouth. Now.”
He needed no further encouragement or instruction. He took the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, making Tonks’ head spin. When he brought his tongue into play she thought her heart would stop. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, peeling the silky scrap away and freeing both breasts.
Harry moaned when he felt the full weight of her other breast fill his hand and he instinctively used his thumb to tease the nipple until he shifted his mouth.
As Harry lavished attention on her nipples Tonks could feel the growing dampness in her knickers and the throb of her arousal. She wanted Harry like she could never remember wanting a man before. Maybe it was the heady excitement of teaching an inexperienced boy how to give and receive physical pleasure, but she was in a fever of impatience to feel nothing between them, to press his skin against hers and to measure the weight of his cock in her hand.
As if he read her mind Harry pulled away from her and met her eyes. “This isn’t enough,” he said. "I want to feel all of you. Against me.” And he kissed her hard and with a passion that stole her breath and what was left of her reason.
In a flash her wand leapt to her hand, called by a non-verbal summoning spell. With a flick and a swish their remaining clothes vanished, reappearing neatly folded alongside their makeshift bed.
Tonks grinned. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten that spell perfect.”
Harry reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands. “You’re talking too much,” he growled, attacking her lips in a fierce kiss. He pushed her back until she was stretched out and laid himself half on top of her. One of his knees pushed between her legs and they parted slightly. He moved one hand to stroke her thigh in ever larger circles, coming closer to her dripping core.
“Should I touch you there?” he asked in between softer kisses.
“Oh God YES,” Tonks sighed, raising her knees slightly and letting them fall away from each other, opening herself to Harry’s touch. His first tentative caress made her suck in her breath.
“It’s so damp,” Harry said, surprised. “Is it supposed to be like that?”
Tonks could only nod; with each stroke his touch grew more confident and assured, until he was using a finger to quest at her entrance and all she could do was lift her hips against his hand.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked, his fingers finding the hard nub of her clit. When he rolled it between his thumb and index finger like he had done to her nipples Tonks cried out and her hips bucked upward. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, continuing to toy with her clit while with the fingers of his other hand he pushed in and out of her.
Tonks could feel her orgasm gathering in the pit of her stomach. Unsure and inexperienced he might be, but Harry was somehow effortlessly hitting on all of her hot buttons. She didn’t want this experience to be about her, though, so she reached down and stilled his hands. When he looked up into her eyes she smiled. “Your turn,” she whispered. “Lay back.”
When he was stretched out before her she couldn’t keep the admiration from her eyes. Again, although he was a little on the thin side he was well proportioned, his muscles just beginning to show the man inside of the boy. His cock, hard and thick, sprang out from a thick nest of black hair. She reached out and took him in her hand, feeling the weight and the girth of him and imagining how he would fill her.
She stroked him one, twice, and then a third time. Each time he pushed against her hand and she could feel the blood pulsing in his member. When she felt the stickiness of pre-cum on her hand she straddled his hips, poised to take him inside.
“Harry, look at me.”
He opened his eyes and met hers.
“This will be quick,” she said. “That’s perfectly normal for your first time.” She grinned. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” And then she sank down onto him, taking his cock inside.
Harry felt his reason completely give out as he slid into Tonk’s silken warmth. Even if he could have formed a thought the sensation was indescribable; it was heat and moisture and pressure and Oh God she’s somehow squeezing me just like when I wank off. . .
And then she began to move against him, shifting her hips so that he slid in and out of her. The friction produced the most delicious ache in his groin, an ache that grew with every little movement. He felt her hand take one of his and move it to where their bodies were joined. “Rub me with your thumb,” she gasped out. “Like you were doing before.”
His fingers found that tiny kernel of flesh again and he began to rub on it, faster and faster, keeping pace with the motion of her hips. He stared up at her, seeing the flush on her skin and watching her breasts bounce slightly with each push against him. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she moaned each time he pushed against her clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Harry gasped out an instant before his world exploded. He jerked his hips up, pushing into Tonks one last time as his cock spasmed and he spilled himself inside of her. A moment later he felt the muscles of her thighs lock down on his hips as she cried out, giving way to her own climax. Her slick walls gripped his cock and milked it of every last drop.
No longer able to sit up Tonks dropped down to lay against Harry’s chest, still holding him inside of her. They both lay still, waiting for their heart rates and breathing to return to normal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tonks raised her head and met Harry’s eyes.
“You’re a fast learner, Harry,” she said again, kissing him softly.
He ran his hands up and down her back, following the dent of her spine as he returned the kiss. “Do you want to know what else I’m fast at?” he asked.
Tonks grinned slyly as she felt him hardening again inside of her. “Recovery?”
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Two hours later, fully dressed and composed, Harry and Tonks parted after one last soft, lingering kiss. Neither spoke, because nothing needed to be said. It was a chance encounter, never to be repeated.