Nox
Rating: Higher than NC-17. Really. A bit pervy.
Tonks was feeling quite grumpy as she returned to their flat. She'd walked into the office to see waves of knowing looks and to hear laughter and suppressed comments. That didn't bode well, and she'd become nervous immediately.
It was the sight of both Kingsley and Mad-Eye at her desk, however, grinning madly, that let her know she was really in for it. Apparently Fleur had filed a complaint in regards to the 'incident' the previous night. Tonks had hoped vainly that the complaint was the sum of the problem, but clearly it wasn't.
She'd been hearing redheaded, Weasley comments all day. All day. Asked about wedding plans, children, where she was living, and all of that. Mostly just from the two of them, but it had spread throughout her workplace, which meant it was likely that it would also spread throughout the Ministry and the Order. The jokes were the worst part, really. That and the fear of Molly Weasley.
When she finally left, she'd decided that isolation couldn't possibly be that bad a thing, and was considering locking herself in the bathroom for the next month. She was sure she had enough books to keep her company.
Finally home, she stormed in and threw herself face down on the bed, muttering under her breath.
Bill had gone to visit his dad at the Ministry that day, and he couldn't figure out why he kept getting all these weird looks. He smiled back when people smiled at him though, trying to figure out what was going on.
When he got home, he threw his bag on the sofa, calling out for Tonks. After a weird day, he always wanted to cling a bit.
"Love? Where are you?"
"I've run off to Paris with a nice woman," she responded, her voice muffled by the pillow she was trying to smother herself with. "I've left a note for you, explaining all the sordid details of our affair, while declaring my undying love for you."
Paris did sound nice. Surely there were no Weasleys in Paris. Her mind changed direction and she contemplated kidnapping him across borders to get away from it all. It seemed like so much more work than locking herself in the loo, however.
"This is all your fault, you know."
Bill arched his eyebrow, then walked into their bedroom, looking at her from the doorway. He couldn't help smiling slightly. That must be it. Everyone found out.
Strangely, he found he didn't mind that much. He didn't care who knew he loved her.
"Good. I'll have something to read while I'm on the john then," he teased, sitting beside her and stroking her back. "What's my fault?"
"All day. The whole day." Tonks grumbled into the pillow. "All I hear is 'they say red-heads are great in bed', 'are you sure you're woman enough to ride that ride', and more. All day. Snickers. Laughs. Pointing. I'm quite sure your father gave me a look when he passed me in the hall."
It had been horrible, in it's own way. It's not like she minded people knowing, but the staring, the comments. "They kept asking if we'd set a date, when the first baby was due."
Rolling over, she glared at him, frowning. "Fleur filed a complaint. That's how they found out. So it is ALL your fault."
At first Bill was surprised. His father hadn't said anything. Then the rest sunk in, and he was furious.
"... they had no RIGHT saying that sort of shite about you," Bill muttered through clenched teeth. Where the hell did these people get off?
"Apparently they're more interested in how we get off, love." Grumpy, that was the word for it. "I can't tell you how many times I've been asked the size of... well anyway. I'm going to lock myself in the loo for a month. Care to come with me?"
It's not that she minded, really. She kind of liked everyone knowing that Bill was hers. It was just the teasing that got to her. This was something private and special and she wanted to keep it to herself, not have people laugh about it.
"Not the loo," Bill murmured, leaning down to spoon behind her. His anger could wait. "We couldn't eat there. Let's just off the island completely."
His lips found her neck, sighing slightly just at the base of her skull. This was going to make everything ridiculous now.
"You know he's going to tell your mother, right?" Tonks was sure she wasn't actually shaking in fear. It was exhaustion, yes, that was it. "She's going to want to talk about weddings, and children and all of that. She's going to be mad we haven't told her. What happens when she finds out I'm living here?!"
Tonks cuddled back against him. At least she wasn't going down alone. She'd take him with her, if she had to do it by the hair.
"She's not going to do anything," Bill said firmly, holding her tighter. "I'm thirty years old, for God's sake. She's not going to treat me like a child about this."
Bill refused to let his mother intimidate her.
"Well I'm not, and she scares me." More than scared, really. Molly was like a hurricane when upset. "I'll get lectures about not being girly enough, and my job and more."
Tonks started pouting then. "And Kingsley and Mad-Eye made fun of me. Said they knew I had to be getting laid, given my good mood lately. They were talking about putting up a shrine to you."
Bill pulled her around in his arms, pressing his lips almost chastely to her lips.
"... well, fuck 'em." He grinned a little. "If we don't let them get to us, and keep enjoying fucking like rabbits, we win, don't we?"
"Well, there is that. I suppose it will be nice to do things like hold hands. I could sit on your lap at Order meetings, just to disturb them. I refuse to be girly, however." Tonks pulled him back down for a more intense kiss. "I could make you start wearing that collar everywhere..."
"You could..." Bill grinned, nipping her lip before pulling her on top of him, lying on his back.
"Show everyone who's boss."
"Apparently they all think you are. There's rumors of the 'Taming of the Nymphadora' running around work. I wasn't kidding about the shrine. They had paper and glue out when I left." Tonks loved lying on top of him, and showed her appreciation by nibbling on an earlobe and running her fingers through his hair.
"Sure you don't want to go into hiding with me? We could shag all day and night... no one to deal with."
"It's a lovely thought," Bill admitted, arching up towards her touch. "But we should be good. Just shag here a lot, right then?" His fingers drifted under her touch.
"... that and I wouldn't mind a shrine."
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a man. Meanwhile, clearly my prowess at taming the wild Weasley boy will be completely ignored. There will be no praise for my skills at all." She was back to grumbling, although good-naturedly.
Sitting up astride him, she smiled and began playing with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one.
"Well, I can be a lot more wild if you'd like." He leaned up, nipping her pulse rather hard. "Bend you over. Take you hard from behind, fucking you every which way until you beg for release?"
Clearly, s he needed to focus on something else.
"I like the sound of that. Distract me. Convince me not to run off, will you?" The thought certainly improved her mood. Good sex, followed by cuddling and sleep. That always made things better. "Get on with it then, will you?"
Bill slapped her arse hard. So he got to be dominant tonight? Fine by him. He threw her on her front onto the soft sheets, then sat back.
"Undress me then, woman. I don't have all night."
Tonks obediently finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off of him, before pulling off his belt and undoing his trousers, helping him off with them. Of course she made sure to touch every inch of skin she could along the way.
Then she sat back on her knees and looked at him sweetly.
Bill smirked, taking the belt out of the pile and looping it around his hand. Yeah, this would work just great.
"Now I want you to strip for me. And take all the time you need."
She made a good job of it, given she was in uniform, turning and posing appropriately for him. The shirt and bra went first, before she turned to unlacing the boots, and tugging off her trousers. She'd had to go in without knickers again, given the havoc he'd been wreaking upon her collection, so she made sure to make that obvious as well.
Nude, she returned to her knees in front of him.
Bill was already stroking himself gently while he watched, then smirked, reaching out to use his leather-clad hand to smack her hip.
"What do you think you should be doing now, woman?"
"Pleasing you?" she offered, moving over to push his hand out of the way gently.
Bill smirked, shaking his head and keeping a firm grip on his own length. "No, I think you should be pleasing yourself for a bit, Tonks. You're going to need to be good and wet for me."
Slowly he used his other hand still wrapped by the belt to reach for their end table.
Pouting a bit, she obeyed, laying back against the pillows and spreading her legs, knees bent. One hand slipped down to tease at her clit, rubbing gently. The other moved to a breast, rubbing and pinching at the nipple. The sensations of both soon distracted her from whatever he might be doing.
Bill found the toy he was looking for. He'd just had it made, and she had yet to see it.
It was him, in toy form. Cast to be identical. Pulling her hand away from her center, Bill licked the fingers and handed it to her.
"Care to play with this tonight?"
"I do. What a lovely present!" Tonks grinned at him saucily. "And it will keep me from being too lonely when you're gone, or I am."
She wasted no time in putting it to good use, running it along her to moisten it, before spreading herself with one hand and sliding it slowly in with the other. It wasn't quite the same as him, but lovely all the same, and she told him so.
Bill leaned down, sucking on her center for a bit, then sliding two fingers into her lower entrance.
"Glad you like it," he murmured, trying to coat his fingers as best he could.
"Mmm..." she replied, lost in the combination of feeling something very similar to him inside of her and his hands and mouth on her at the same time. Her hips were shifting up in response to his movements, encouraging him.
Bill was pleased, to say the least. Last time it had been slightly uncomfortable.
He quickened his movements a bit, reaching up with his spare hand to tug at her nipples.
Tonks cried out at that, her body arching a bit. That was followed quickly by begging, although she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. Just that she wanted him, and soon.
Bill added another finger to her, trying to stretch her quickly but at the same time bursting himself. He was more than ready.
Leaning over her, he used his mouth on her peaks now, suckling harder than he normally would have. He wanted her feeling this for days.
It was an interesting contrast in sensations, Tonks noticed, feeling so full and aroused. Still, she wanted more, and soon. Reaching her free hand up, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss, begging against his lips.
Bill kissed those lips, soothing her as he reached down, guiding himself into her. Fuck, he'd forgotten just how tight this was. Stilling once he was fully seated, he kissed her again, toying with her breasts as he waited for her to be ready completely.
"... all right?" he gasped.
It took a minute to adjust to him, and she panted at the feeling until her body relaxed around him. When she was comfortable again, she nodded.
"Good."
Bill didn't move just yet, instead reaching down and shifting the toy.
"Good..." he mirrored, shifting them so her back was against his chest.
Now that was lovely. She was full all over and could feel him rubbing against the dildo inside of her. Shifting her hips just a bit, she moaned happily at the contrasting sensations of the double penetration.
Bill groaned against her shoulder, and without asking permission first pulled her up and slammed her back down again, fingers running soothingly over her clit. She was going to scream for him.
She certainly did. The combination of thrusting and soothing touch was stunning and her head fell back on his shoulder in pleasure. Tonks had never felt anything like that before.
Bill knew he wouldn't last long at this pace, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Trusting her to move the toy properly, he concentrated on moving her up and down his length, stroking her gently all the while.
"Scream for me, Tonks," he growled against her shoulder, hair matting to his forehead.
Tonks moved the toy in rhythm with his thrusts, consumed by the feeling of it combined with his movements. She screamed for him, words far beyond her at that point. Her whole body was shaking as she came on him, and the toy.
That was more than enough for Bill, arching into her with a cry of his own. Shuddering, he rested against her shoulder, unable to even move out of her.
Tonks shook for quite a while against him, her hands falling limp and the toy slipping out of her as her body clenched against it. In the end, it was all she could do to lie there and breathe. That had been incredible.
Bill somehow managed to pull her closer, his breath still ragged as he ran his hands up and down her thighs.
"... better?"
"Much," she agreed, finally relaxing enough to think, and speak. "I'm sure their rotten minds could never conceive that we do things like this. That makes me feel better."
Bill tidied up around them, put the toy away and then pulled her close again.
"Not a chance. They don't know how fucking amazing you are... and they don't get to."
"Of course not," she yawned against his chest. He'd certainly managed to distract her from the situation. She'd keep him. "Only you get to. M'yours."
Bill smiled, kissing her forehead.
"All mine."
Tonks was feeling quite grumpy as she returned to their flat. She'd walked into the office to see waves of knowing looks and to hear laughter and suppressed comments. That didn't bode well, and she'd become nervous immediately.
It was the sight of both Kingsley and Mad-Eye at her desk, however, grinning madly, that let her know she was really in for it. Apparently Fleur had filed a complaint in regards to the 'incident' the previous night. Tonks had hoped vainly that the complaint was the sum of the problem, but clearly it wasn't.
She'd been hearing redheaded, Weasley comments all day. All day. Asked about wedding plans, children, where she was living, and all of that. Mostly just from the two of them, but it had spread throughout her workplace, which meant it was likely that it would also spread throughout the Ministry and the Order. The jokes were the worst part, really. That and the fear of Molly Weasley.
When she finally left, she'd decided that isolation couldn't possibly be that bad a thing, and was considering locking herself in the bathroom for the next month. She was sure she had enough books to keep her company.
Finally home, she stormed in and threw herself face down on the bed, muttering under her breath.
Bill had gone to visit his dad at the Ministry that day, and he couldn't figure out why he kept getting all these weird looks. He smiled back when people smiled at him though, trying to figure out what was going on.
When he got home, he threw his bag on the sofa, calling out for Tonks. After a weird day, he always wanted to cling a bit.
"Love? Where are you?"
"I've run off to Paris with a nice woman," she responded, her voice muffled by the pillow she was trying to smother herself with. "I've left a note for you, explaining all the sordid details of our affair, while declaring my undying love for you."
Paris did sound nice. Surely there were no Weasleys in Paris. Her mind changed direction and she contemplated kidnapping him across borders to get away from it all. It seemed like so much more work than locking herself in the loo, however.
"This is all your fault, you know."
Bill arched his eyebrow, then walked into their bedroom, looking at her from the doorway. He couldn't help smiling slightly. That must be it. Everyone found out.
Strangely, he found he didn't mind that much. He didn't care who knew he loved her.
"Good. I'll have something to read while I'm on the john then," he teased, sitting beside her and stroking her back. "What's my fault?"
"All day. The whole day." Tonks grumbled into the pillow. "All I hear is 'they say red-heads are great in bed', 'are you sure you're woman enough to ride that ride', and more. All day. Snickers. Laughs. Pointing. I'm quite sure your father gave me a look when he passed me in the hall."
It had been horrible, in it's own way. It's not like she minded people knowing, but the staring, the comments. "They kept asking if we'd set a date, when the first baby was due."
Rolling over, she glared at him, frowning. "Fleur filed a complaint. That's how they found out. So it is ALL your fault."
At first Bill was surprised. His father hadn't said anything. Then the rest sunk in, and he was furious.
"... they had no RIGHT saying that sort of shite about you," Bill muttered through clenched teeth. Where the hell did these people get off?
"Apparently they're more interested in how we get off, love." Grumpy, that was the word for it. "I can't tell you how many times I've been asked the size of... well anyway. I'm going to lock myself in the loo for a month. Care to come with me?"
It's not that she minded, really. She kind of liked everyone knowing that Bill was hers. It was just the teasing that got to her. This was something private and special and she wanted to keep it to herself, not have people laugh about it.
"Not the loo," Bill murmured, leaning down to spoon behind her. His anger could wait. "We couldn't eat there. Let's just off the island completely."
His lips found her neck, sighing slightly just at the base of her skull. This was going to make everything ridiculous now.
"You know he's going to tell your mother, right?" Tonks was sure she wasn't actually shaking in fear. It was exhaustion, yes, that was it. "She's going to want to talk about weddings, and children and all of that. She's going to be mad we haven't told her. What happens when she finds out I'm living here?!"
Tonks cuddled back against him. At least she wasn't going down alone. She'd take him with her, if she had to do it by the hair.
"She's not going to do anything," Bill said firmly, holding her tighter. "I'm thirty years old, for God's sake. She's not going to treat me like a child about this."
Bill refused to let his mother intimidate her.
"Well I'm not, and she scares me." More than scared, really. Molly was like a hurricane when upset. "I'll get lectures about not being girly enough, and my job and more."
Tonks started pouting then. "And Kingsley and Mad-Eye made fun of me. Said they knew I had to be getting laid, given my good mood lately. They were talking about putting up a shrine to you."
Bill pulled her around in his arms, pressing his lips almost chastely to her lips.
"... well, fuck 'em." He grinned a little. "If we don't let them get to us, and keep enjoying fucking like rabbits, we win, don't we?"
"Well, there is that. I suppose it will be nice to do things like hold hands. I could sit on your lap at Order meetings, just to disturb them. I refuse to be girly, however." Tonks pulled him back down for a more intense kiss. "I could make you start wearing that collar everywhere..."
"You could..." Bill grinned, nipping her lip before pulling her on top of him, lying on his back.
"Show everyone who's boss."
"Apparently they all think you are. There's rumors of the 'Taming of the Nymphadora' running around work. I wasn't kidding about the shrine. They had paper and glue out when I left." Tonks loved lying on top of him, and showed her appreciation by nibbling on an earlobe and running her fingers through his hair.
"Sure you don't want to go into hiding with me? We could shag all day and night... no one to deal with."
"It's a lovely thought," Bill admitted, arching up towards her touch. "But we should be good. Just shag here a lot, right then?" His fingers drifted under her touch.
"... that and I wouldn't mind a shrine."
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a man. Meanwhile, clearly my prowess at taming the wild Weasley boy will be completely ignored. There will be no praise for my skills at all." She was back to grumbling, although good-naturedly.
Sitting up astride him, she smiled and began playing with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one.
"Well, I can be a lot more wild if you'd like." He leaned up, nipping her pulse rather hard. "Bend you over. Take you hard from behind, fucking you every which way until you beg for release?"
Clearly, s he needed to focus on something else.
"I like the sound of that. Distract me. Convince me not to run off, will you?" The thought certainly improved her mood. Good sex, followed by cuddling and sleep. That always made things better. "Get on with it then, will you?"
Bill slapped her arse hard. So he got to be dominant tonight? Fine by him. He threw her on her front onto the soft sheets, then sat back.
"Undress me then, woman. I don't have all night."
Tonks obediently finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off of him, before pulling off his belt and undoing his trousers, helping him off with them. Of course she made sure to touch every inch of skin she could along the way.
Then she sat back on her knees and looked at him sweetly.
Bill smirked, taking the belt out of the pile and looping it around his hand. Yeah, this would work just great.
"Now I want you to strip for me. And take all the time you need."
She made a good job of it, given she was in uniform, turning and posing appropriately for him. The shirt and bra went first, before she turned to unlacing the boots, and tugging off her trousers. She'd had to go in without knickers again, given the havoc he'd been wreaking upon her collection, so she made sure to make that obvious as well.
Nude, she returned to her knees in front of him.
Bill was already stroking himself gently while he watched, then smirked, reaching out to use his leather-clad hand to smack her hip.
"What do you think you should be doing now, woman?"
"Pleasing you?" she offered, moving over to push his hand out of the way gently.
Bill smirked, shaking his head and keeping a firm grip on his own length. "No, I think you should be pleasing yourself for a bit, Tonks. You're going to need to be good and wet for me."
Slowly he used his other hand still wrapped by the belt to reach for their end table.
Pouting a bit, she obeyed, laying back against the pillows and spreading her legs, knees bent. One hand slipped down to tease at her clit, rubbing gently. The other moved to a breast, rubbing and pinching at the nipple. The sensations of both soon distracted her from whatever he might be doing.
Bill found the toy he was looking for. He'd just had it made, and she had yet to see it.
It was him, in toy form. Cast to be identical. Pulling her hand away from her center, Bill licked the fingers and handed it to her.
"Care to play with this tonight?"
"I do. What a lovely present!" Tonks grinned at him saucily. "And it will keep me from being too lonely when you're gone, or I am."
She wasted no time in putting it to good use, running it along her to moisten it, before spreading herself with one hand and sliding it slowly in with the other. It wasn't quite the same as him, but lovely all the same, and she told him so.
Bill leaned down, sucking on her center for a bit, then sliding two fingers into her lower entrance.
"Glad you like it," he murmured, trying to coat his fingers as best he could.
"Mmm..." she replied, lost in the combination of feeling something very similar to him inside of her and his hands and mouth on her at the same time. Her hips were shifting up in response to his movements, encouraging him.
Bill was pleased, to say the least. Last time it had been slightly uncomfortable.
He quickened his movements a bit, reaching up with his spare hand to tug at her nipples.
Tonks cried out at that, her body arching a bit. That was followed quickly by begging, although she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. Just that she wanted him, and soon.
Bill added another finger to her, trying to stretch her quickly but at the same time bursting himself. He was more than ready.
Leaning over her, he used his mouth on her peaks now, suckling harder than he normally would have. He wanted her feeling this for days.
It was an interesting contrast in sensations, Tonks noticed, feeling so full and aroused. Still, she wanted more, and soon. Reaching her free hand up, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss, begging against his lips.
Bill kissed those lips, soothing her as he reached down, guiding himself into her. Fuck, he'd forgotten just how tight this was. Stilling once he was fully seated, he kissed her again, toying with her breasts as he waited for her to be ready completely.
"... all right?" he gasped.
It took a minute to adjust to him, and she panted at the feeling until her body relaxed around him. When she was comfortable again, she nodded.
"Good."
Bill didn't move just yet, instead reaching down and shifting the toy.
"Good..." he mirrored, shifting them so her back was against his chest.
Now that was lovely. She was full all over and could feel him rubbing against the dildo inside of her. Shifting her hips just a bit, she moaned happily at the contrasting sensations of the double penetration.
Bill groaned against her shoulder, and without asking permission first pulled her up and slammed her back down again, fingers running soothingly over her clit. She was going to scream for him.
She certainly did. The combination of thrusting and soothing touch was stunning and her head fell back on his shoulder in pleasure. Tonks had never felt anything like that before.
Bill knew he wouldn't last long at this pace, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Trusting her to move the toy properly, he concentrated on moving her up and down his length, stroking her gently all the while.
"Scream for me, Tonks," he growled against her shoulder, hair matting to his forehead.
Tonks moved the toy in rhythm with his thrusts, consumed by the feeling of it combined with his movements. She screamed for him, words far beyond her at that point. Her whole body was shaking as she came on him, and the toy.
That was more than enough for Bill, arching into her with a cry of his own. Shuddering, he rested against her shoulder, unable to even move out of her.
Tonks shook for quite a while against him, her hands falling limp and the toy slipping out of her as her body clenched against it. In the end, it was all she could do to lie there and breathe. That had been incredible.
Bill somehow managed to pull her closer, his breath still ragged as he ran his hands up and down her thighs.
"... better?"
"Much," she agreed, finally relaxing enough to think, and speak. "I'm sure their rotten minds could never conceive that we do things like this. That makes me feel better."
Bill tidied up around them, put the toy away and then pulled her close again.
"Not a chance. They don't know how fucking amazing you are... and they don't get to."
"Of course not," she yawned against his chest. He'd certainly managed to distract her from the situation. She'd keep him. "Only you get to. M'yours."
Bill smiled, kissing her forehead.
"All mine."