Gift for Exiled_Mind!
Title: But I Can Try
Author: cinnamon_sins
Recipient: exiled_mind
Pairing(s): Tonks/Percy
Rating: R
Summary: Tonks wants to teach Percy how to loosen up and as much as Percy wants to say no; he's drawn in by her unpredictableness.
Warnings: Het, rarepair...ummm...not sure what else
Author's Note: I stepped so far out of my comfort zone with this that it wasn't even funny. But this was a good experience. Thanks to all those that listened while I wibbled relentlessly. And special thanks to my beta...who knows who she is.
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It began innocently enough, if you could ever consider Tonks innocent. The impish grin that always adorned her face, an ever present warning that she was always up to something, and her clumsy nature, merely an excuse to get away with half the things she did. Such was Tonks.
No one could ever say she was predictable. The same could not be said for Percival Weasley. Percy was meticulous to the point of obsessive compulsiveness. No one would ever think they were compatible in any sort of way, but family had a way of connecting people like no other, and Molly Weasley would always consider Tonks family.
But the compatibility of lovers was even more appealing, and even more unexpected. Just as their first encounter with such a correlation...
It was rare that Aurors ever had business in the Department of International Magical Co-operation, but when the assignment was requested against all odds, Tonks happily accepted it; if only to check up on Percy. It had been so long since she had last seen him, with work consuming them both.
"Wotcher," Tonks greeted, strolling into Percy's newly acquired office and plopping down on the edge of his desk.
She knew he hated it when she sat there, so she always made sure to do it on purpose. She leaned back on her hands, crossing her legs, bouncing her feet slightly. It was never hard to irritate him, and she seemed to master it, especially when she flashed that familiar impish grin.
"Good morning, Nymphadora," Percy said, grinding his teeth slightly as her movements shifted some of his paperwork. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I really hate it when you call me that," she said furrowing her brow. "But anyway...Auror business of course... I thought I'd pop in and see how you were."
"I'm perfectly fine," he replied, straightening his posture even more so if it was even possible.
She raised her brow, taking it all in. She was trained in studying people and Percy had become one of her favorites. She had easily figured out all his triggers, not that it was a hard task with his compulsive attitude, but she could never quite figure out why he acted the way he did. It was a mystery to her and Tonks hated unsolved mysteries.
She leaned forward, grabbing his tie loosely in her hand and pulling him forward slightly. "If you call walking around like you have a stick up your arse perfectly fine..."
Percy was taken aback and his body became rigid. She never could miss a detail, especially one like that. "Excuse me?" he choked out.
Tonks ran a hand through her bubblegum pink locks, biting her lip. "You heard me. You're much too uptight," she whispered, tilting her head and leaning in even closer. "Someone should really teach you how to loosen up."
Percy wasn't sure exactly how it happened. Tonks pretended like she had no clue either. But somehow, some way he found himself going against his norm, being reckless, and fucking her across his desk. And most importantly of all...he enjoyed that moment of rebellion. There was something about her that he just couldn't place and it was drawing him in easily.
The second time was less unexpected, but yet still spontaneous. There was nothing predictable about his life when it came to her...
Mrs. Weasley had arranged a party, as she often did, and expected everyone in attendance, even Percy. He had made sure to there, fearing her wrath more than any deadline he could be faced with, and was not surprised to find Tonks sitting at the kitchen table.
Percy made it a point to act as though nothing had happened between them, but Tonks' playful smirks and sly glances made it difficult, if not near impossible. He was finding it harder and harder not to look in her direction, just to see what she might say or do next.
As dinner neared a close and everyone migrated around to talk, Percy felt his hand being grabbed as he was yanked abruptly outside. Tonks smiled ruefully as their eyes caught.
"Walk with me," she said cheerfully, pulling him down the path to the paddock of trees along the property.
He felt compelled to follow, not that she would have given him a choice anyway. She seemed to have that power over him. And when she kissed him roughly, passionately, he gave in to her completely.
She pulled him father into the paddock and pressed her back against a tree, pulling him taut against her. Arching her body against his, she traced her hand down his chest, drifting lower and cupping him firmly. Tonks nipped at his bottom lip teasingly, waiting for him to respond.
"Don't think I've forgotten how good you are," she whispered, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand inside, stroking his cock idly.
"Why me?" he choked out, his head falling back of its own volition.
"I like a challenge. You lacked excitement that I could easily and willingly provide. So why not?"
"But why do you still want me?" he questioned, unsure as to why he had found himself in such a compromising position with her again.
"I enjoyed myself. And I assumed you did as well. ...And by the way your cock feels in my hand, I'd say you're still enjoying yourself," she smirked, kissing him again.
He pressed his body against hers, groaning against her lips as her hand quickened on his cock.
"You like the fear of being caught, don't you, Percy? You like the spontaneous-ness." She laughed suddenly, "I knew I could loosen you up."
He worked his lips down her neck, ravaging her soft flesh to get her to shut up, and running his hands along her body. "You're right, Nymphadora," he said breathlessly as she continued to stroke him. "I do want this."
"I hate that name."
"You can't teach me to be completely improper," he smirked slightly.
"But I can try. Oh, how I can try..."
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Author: cinnamon_sins
Recipient: exiled_mind
Pairing(s): Tonks/Percy
Rating: R
Summary: Tonks wants to teach Percy how to loosen up and as much as Percy wants to say no; he's drawn in by her unpredictableness.
Warnings: Het, rarepair...ummm...not sure what else
Author's Note: I stepped so far out of my comfort zone with this that it wasn't even funny. But this was a good experience. Thanks to all those that listened while I wibbled relentlessly. And special thanks to my beta...who knows who she is.
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It began innocently enough, if you could ever consider Tonks innocent. The impish grin that always adorned her face, an ever present warning that she was always up to something, and her clumsy nature, merely an excuse to get away with half the things she did. Such was Tonks.
No one could ever say she was predictable. The same could not be said for Percival Weasley. Percy was meticulous to the point of obsessive compulsiveness. No one would ever think they were compatible in any sort of way, but family had a way of connecting people like no other, and Molly Weasley would always consider Tonks family.
But the compatibility of lovers was even more appealing, and even more unexpected. Just as their first encounter with such a correlation...
It was rare that Aurors ever had business in the Department of International Magical Co-operation, but when the assignment was requested against all odds, Tonks happily accepted it; if only to check up on Percy. It had been so long since she had last seen him, with work consuming them both.
"Wotcher," Tonks greeted, strolling into Percy's newly acquired office and plopping down on the edge of his desk.
She knew he hated it when she sat there, so she always made sure to do it on purpose. She leaned back on her hands, crossing her legs, bouncing her feet slightly. It was never hard to irritate him, and she seemed to master it, especially when she flashed that familiar impish grin.
"Good morning, Nymphadora," Percy said, grinding his teeth slightly as her movements shifted some of his paperwork. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I really hate it when you call me that," she said furrowing her brow. "But anyway...Auror business of course... I thought I'd pop in and see how you were."
"I'm perfectly fine," he replied, straightening his posture even more so if it was even possible.
She raised her brow, taking it all in. She was trained in studying people and Percy had become one of her favorites. She had easily figured out all his triggers, not that it was a hard task with his compulsive attitude, but she could never quite figure out why he acted the way he did. It was a mystery to her and Tonks hated unsolved mysteries.
She leaned forward, grabbing his tie loosely in her hand and pulling him forward slightly. "If you call walking around like you have a stick up your arse perfectly fine..."
Percy was taken aback and his body became rigid. She never could miss a detail, especially one like that. "Excuse me?" he choked out.
Tonks ran a hand through her bubblegum pink locks, biting her lip. "You heard me. You're much too uptight," she whispered, tilting her head and leaning in even closer. "Someone should really teach you how to loosen up."
Percy wasn't sure exactly how it happened. Tonks pretended like she had no clue either. But somehow, some way he found himself going against his norm, being reckless, and fucking her across his desk. And most importantly of all...he enjoyed that moment of rebellion. There was something about her that he just couldn't place and it was drawing him in easily.
The second time was less unexpected, but yet still spontaneous. There was nothing predictable about his life when it came to her...
Mrs. Weasley had arranged a party, as she often did, and expected everyone in attendance, even Percy. He had made sure to there, fearing her wrath more than any deadline he could be faced with, and was not surprised to find Tonks sitting at the kitchen table.
Percy made it a point to act as though nothing had happened between them, but Tonks' playful smirks and sly glances made it difficult, if not near impossible. He was finding it harder and harder not to look in her direction, just to see what she might say or do next.
As dinner neared a close and everyone migrated around to talk, Percy felt his hand being grabbed as he was yanked abruptly outside. Tonks smiled ruefully as their eyes caught.
"Walk with me," she said cheerfully, pulling him down the path to the paddock of trees along the property.
He felt compelled to follow, not that she would have given him a choice anyway. She seemed to have that power over him. And when she kissed him roughly, passionately, he gave in to her completely.
She pulled him father into the paddock and pressed her back against a tree, pulling him taut against her. Arching her body against his, she traced her hand down his chest, drifting lower and cupping him firmly. Tonks nipped at his bottom lip teasingly, waiting for him to respond.
"Don't think I've forgotten how good you are," she whispered, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand inside, stroking his cock idly.
"Why me?" he choked out, his head falling back of its own volition.
"I like a challenge. You lacked excitement that I could easily and willingly provide. So why not?"
"But why do you still want me?" he questioned, unsure as to why he had found himself in such a compromising position with her again.
"I enjoyed myself. And I assumed you did as well. ...And by the way your cock feels in my hand, I'd say you're still enjoying yourself," she smirked, kissing him again.
He pressed his body against hers, groaning against her lips as her hand quickened on his cock.
"You like the fear of being caught, don't you, Percy? You like the spontaneous-ness." She laughed suddenly, "I knew I could loosen you up."
He worked his lips down her neck, ravaging her soft flesh to get her to shut up, and running his hands along her body. "You're right, Nymphadora," he said breathlessly as she continued to stroke him. "I do want this."
"I hate that name."
"You can't teach me to be completely improper," he smirked slightly.
"But I can try. Oh, how I can try..."
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