Distract me from my thoughts, once more.
Date: Thursday May 18, 2000
Time: 6ish pm
Place: London, Charlie’s shack
Characters Involved: Charlie and Tonks
Rating: PG-13?
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( If fear alters behavior, you're already defeated. --Brenda Hammond )
Time: 6ish pm
Place: London, Charlie’s shack
Characters Involved: Charlie and Tonks
Rating: PG-13?
Complete
( If fear alters behavior, you're already defeated. --Brenda Hammond )
“Excuse me? You are a wanker. I’m not fascinated about it…I’m not even thrilled about it. But there you have it, that’s what you are.” She wobbled up to rest on both of her elbows now as Charlie leaned back to sit on his heels. She had a right mind to lift one of her legs up really quick and hard, and see what happened. Ok, she wasn’t that cruel- but only when sober.
“Well… I suppose I have no choice but to surrender to evil plans. Blegh.” She said while she watched Charlie open the bottle and then take a large drink from it. She remembered what it tasted like as she saw him swallow and it forced her to make a face. She was still making a face when he offered it to her.
“I hope you are highly proud of my…uh… endurance… to handle this stuff.” And one of her hands moved up to grasp the bottle. “I bet you are trying to knock yourself out… but I’d be careful, if you fall asleep before I do- you’ll be at my mercy.”
Then Tonks quickly drank an unfortunately large gulp and had to shake her head to keep the liquor down and not allow it back up from the sheer taste of it. God, this stuff was horrid!
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"At your mercy, hm?" He grinned, lifting off of his heels, and planting himself back on all fours. He, like Tonks, shook his head in a vain attempt to dispell the feeling of his own throat distintegrating. "What would happen if you were at my mercy??"
Charlie contemplated the girl from above and then, in a much softer way than she had, swooped in and gave her what could only be described as a tender kiss.
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When he took the bottle away, she was more than happy to be rid of it, but was distracted by Charlie’s words, and his repositioning. It made her release a breathless laugh, to which the words ‘Oh, I’d never be at your mercy!’ would have quickly followed. But as she let the last of her instant amusement out, Charlie had silenced that, which would have been said, with his lips.
Tonks had to inhale quickly; the motion of their lips together again surprised her and awoke the warmth she had felt before to flush over her chest, again. She was stunned, and her thoughts were muted, save one. Oh Merlin… we are kissing…again!
However, the shock of Charlie’s action quickly passed, and Tonks’ eyes were closed after a mere second, as she was overwhelmed by the pleasurable action. She tilted and twisted her head to join their connection better, and to continue what had now been started.
Since she was propped up on her elbows, her head strained backwards a bit, as her body began to feel weak yet restless at the same time- for she could not move her hands to grab Charlie affectionately. So she descended slowly, enough to make him follow her down but not break their tender kissing.
Tonks was at the receiving end now, and it provoked her to follow the pace- even if she wanted to bombard Charlie with what she was feeling at that moment. But now she was more nervous than the last time she kissed him- for she had already realized her deficiency and hoped it would not be exposed again.
Somehow she didn’t think he minded- his gentle show of affection was more comforting than any ravaging she could attempt. It was easing her nerves her for a better reception.
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Not feeling the same longing and desperation as before, Charlie was able to take time and indulge in the kisses- his lips caressed hers in a heavy, but ardent way.
And his brain didn't even stop him once to ask him what the fuck was going on. In fact, his brain wasn't really doing the commanding anymore.
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This was a dream, she mentally insisted while massaging Charlie’s lips with her own in a carefully guided manner one would do when concerned with affection. It had to be something that wasn’t actually happening, for the way he kissed her, and her reactions to it surpassed any assumptions she ever had. Her body was having trouble handling such an embrace, for her breath drew in shallow sips, and her pulse surged even under lessened intakes of oxygen. Was it possible to feel this focused yet perpetually dazed, in a mindless action of directed desire?
She couldn’t reject or ignore it was happening; as she parted her pursed lips to better indulge the sweetness of her instinctual reaction. Even her hands found ways to increase and feed the distinct approval, while caressing the areas they rested, and timidly gripped to draw her nearer still. Her senses were wide awake and observant, yet fogged and tinted over by the sole yearning for more. The yearning made her moan faintly, and it escaped as she angled her neck toward Charlie.
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Charlie welcomed the feeling of Tonks' parted lips with a murmur of his own. He moved his hands down- down. "Hey-" He managed to whisper, breathlessly, pulling back only an inch or so. "Tonks-"
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“Hmm?” Her head tilted more so she could force her eyes to open, barely, as only a small part of her mind was focused on the words that Charlie had just whispered between kisses. Yet she pressed another kiss to his muttering lips, a bit feistier then the last ones had been, for delight was mastering her curiosity. But the small nag of her brain that was timidly working forced her to pull away after a decent kiss so he could finish speaking if he had to.
Though when she pulled away, it was barely just that, yet it made the density of the fire that swarmed out of her skin fade, and it woke her up a bit from the dream like world she envisioned herself in. Her eyes had trouble focusing on the face in front of her, so they ended up closing as sluggishly yet hastily as they opened.
Tonks’ hands gripped at Charlie tightly now, hoping he would not put more space between them, making her arms shake discreetly from consumption and tension. The room was spinning out of control, and it was easier to deal with while distracted by an embrace, then coping with it while reeling from passionate burns.
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He shifted on the hard wood. It wasn't usually this uncomfortable- (yes, sometimes he laid on the floor) but, for some reason, tonight Charlie could feel the grain and how solid it was.
Not to mention he could also feel Tonks pressed up against him and the bed wasn't too far away.
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Tonks let go of Charlie and slipped her hands down to meet the floor as she hesitantly, and almost grudgingly, tore herself away from Charlie to attempt to move from her resting position on the hard wood floor. But would she, could she stand up? Where would they move to? Tonks’ head rolled lightly as she gazed around their area. Oh- Charlie seemed to be looking at the bed?
She moaned, the kind that spoke of complaints and rejections, as she attempted to pull herself up to sit, which took all of her concentration. She wasn’t completely focused until she could put aside the kissing she had just done more of, and redirected her energy to defy gravity over her heavy body. But she finally sat up and sighed deeply.
“Where too? I don’t want to try walking again.” She mumbled softly, and with a resigned tone. Her eyes moved to look at Charlie as a hand rose up to wipe casually at her lips. Had he really kissed her in such a lovely way, and had she returned them? Was all of this really happening, or did she pass out eons ago?
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The decision wasn't hard. "There?" He asked, pointing like a child might at the bed. It was really more of a mass of mattress, pillows, and blankets- but, still.
Charlie got up on his knees. So far, so good.
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His gesture led her to look at the bed again, and she nodded that she would go, no questions asked. It looked comfortable, and that was the aim of this new adventure. Tonks rolled to get on hands and knees, just as Charlie started maneuvering, and instead of doing anything else….she just started crawling toward the bed without trying to get up on her feet. Thank Merlin the bed was close, for her knees were killing her as she went about her odd traveling. But she was finally rewarded in her efforts by falling- face first, into the mattress. Her legs were still on the floor, dangling off the side, but her head was happily rejoicing the feeling of softness beneath her.
“Uhhhh.” She moaned out her happiness, for her destination was completed and no more would be needed. At least she didn’t think so. Oh- yes Charlie was on his way. Thankfully she had removed her shoes a long while ago, and so she pulled her legs up onto the bed, then rolled herself around to make room.
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Wavering slightly, but not quite falling over, Charlie made his way slowly to the bed- where, upon arrival, he pulled himself up just as Tonks' legs disappeared over the side.
Suddenly, it seemed that the little sleep he'd gotten in the past week caught up with him like a ton of bricks. But Charlie wouldn't have it. He turned on his side once again and pulled himself closer to the rather lifeless body of Tonks.
He then began to-- pick up where they'd left off, if you will.
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Charlie had brought himself closer still, and she turned to watch his movements more intently, highly curious of what he was doing. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer for Charlie soon was down at her level again, kissing her just as he had before. It didn’t shock her as it had the last time, for the period between since last they kissed was short, and the memory of the action was still fresh in her sleepy mind frame. To which, Charlie instantly woke up.
Tonks slithered her arms around to meet around Charlie’s neck, and she pulled him down snuggly against her as she kissed him back with present need, and renewed energy. Yet because she felt more awake now then she had a moment before, her hands were alive as they moved over the lines of Charlie’s shoulders. With every kiss Tonks grew more insistent and less restrained. Charlie was certainly affecting how she felt, and conducting that which she was feeling.
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He felt her arms snake around his body- pulling him in. And his hands, in response to hers, found her curves-. He too felt himself waking up- but he didn't know if this was a good thing or not..
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She could feel his hands roaming, and it started to itch at her nerves. It was one thing to kiss and be kissed, quite another to be touched in places no one ever really touched. Places she knew that could welcome an affectionate exploration, but something was making her ask herself if it should continue on. It was hard to answer her own questions with Charlie feeding her desires with his well experienced lips, and she was quickly turning into putty beneath him. Her mouth molded with his with each press, while her head angled and leaned into the wield of their lips together, forcing to match his force with her own, using strengths she never thought she had. Again she noticed his hands, but couldn’t react, wouldn’t, not unless she began to tire of this euphoric sensation she was receiving with every kiss. For being drunk, Charlie was very focused Tonks observed, her swollen lips were proof enough.
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After a few minutes Charlie decided that he'd had enough with merely kissing- not that there was anything wrong with it, but... why not?- so, with (surprisingly) agility and ease, he began to undo each button of Tonks' work shirt, while never looking up or taking his lips from hers.
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