Gift for Ragdoll!
Title: Something Worth Fighting For
Author: browneydweasley
Recipient: ragdoll
Pairing(s): Bill/Tonks
Rating: R
Summary: It had been almost twenty years since they were here, and effortlessly, Bill was making her feel like a backward, shy, and love-struck sixteen year old again.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Special thanks to my fantastic betas: M, T, & D!
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Tonks opened her eyes and saw nothing but a hazy blur. She was warm, happily so, she realized, and she was lying in a big puff of something very soft. She breathed in deeply as she recognized the mouthwatering smells of bacon frying and of freshly brewed coffee. If she had been captured by Death Eaters, this was certainly no ordinary torture chamber.
Her memories came trickling back through the haze. She had gone to Switzerland to investigate the theft of a Portkey. It had been stolen from one of the Ministry's Giant surveillance outposts. She had run into Bill Weasley in Zurich, and he had offered to join her, as he knew of a cabin close by the Ministry outpost that she might be able to rent.
Bill…she smiled at the memory of seeing him again. He had requested a foreign post with Gringott's after Fleur had been killed in the war. She understood, of course. It had been only after Remus died that she accepted a promotion to the International Auror Division. Somehow staying away from home made the grief a little easier to bear. In Zurich she and Bill had stayed up several nights just talking. She marveled at the comfort they fell back into that seemed rare in old friends. Without awkwardness or being left only to recount old memories, they easily chatted about anything and everything. It had been close to five years since Tonks had seen him, but the intimacy they shared those night sent her heart back to the days at Hogwarts when he had been her first-
The Portkey, she thought. She had found it in one of the giants' caves, where it was about to be activated by Phineas Jugson,one of the Death Eaters who had escaped England. She remembered having accio'd the Portkey and running toward the cave's entrance-
Where is the Portkey? Suddenly her heart began to race at the thought of the uncertain outcome of her mission. She put her hands on either side of the mattress and pushed herself up to look around the room. She raised herself up, and the room began to spin. A wave of nausea rushed from her stomach into her throat. Her elbows buckled, and with a thud, she fell back onto the bed.
"Dora!" she heard a familiar voice shout. "Easy there, all right? Thank God you're awake!" It was Bill--sweet, wonderful, beautiful Bill Weasley. She was safe and she was going to be okay. Bill would make everything all right, she said silently without thinking, however, she quickly reprimanded herself at such a ridiculous thought.
"Bill?" she barely recognized the croaking voice as her own.
"There, there, Love. Just rest now. You're going to be just fine," he soothed. Tonks felt cool fingers brush her forehead, pushing her fringe away from her face. The horrible dizziness and nausea disappeared with his touch and she could feel healing magic radiating from his fingertips.
"What happened? Where's the Portkey?"
"Are you sure you're up for this right now?" he cautioned. "You just woke up after being unconscious for more than two days. Look, I've got some breakfast going. Maybe you should eat a little something first?"
"Bill," she entreated him. "Please…"
"Alright, then. Let's see if we can sit you up a bit." Bill shuffled something behind her and she felt his arms curve underneath her own. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head forward onto his shoulder and she involuntarily smiled at the familiar scents of musk and bayberry that were singularly Bill Weasley.
Feeling him move her onto propped-up pillows, Tonks opened her eyes again. Things were a little out of focus, but her vision was definitely returning. "So then, what exactly happened back at that cave?"
Bill described how the giants had gathered, shouting, stomping, and making wild gestures at each other. He told her how en masse they made their way toward the cave entrance, and how the only thing he could think to do was block the entrance and jump inside before the giants could reach them.
"So you mean to tell me," Tonks blinked hard, "That you created an avalanche?"
Bill simply shrugged his shoulders. "The only thing I could think of at the time," he said. "I figured once I got to you, we could Apparate or use the Portkey to get out of there."
"Oh, Bill," she said incredulously.
Her mind raced back to their long converstaion in Zurich. His words echoed through her mind, "'I realized that I had to give up magic. I kept fighting during the war to avenge Fleur's death, but just like my magic couldn't save her, no amount of magic was going to bring her back either. I needed a new life, and living as a Muggle was the only way to accomplish that. There was nothing left to fight for.'" At the time, those last words had felt like a knife stabbed directly into her heart. But now…he had used magic to save her…those words gave her hope.
His smiled seem to confirm her epiphany . "The problem was, when I finally got in the cave, the first thing I saw was Gurg throwing a huge stone toward your head."
"So that's why everything went black," Tonks nodded her head in understanding. "But the Portkey? Did I…I mean did you?"
"I Apparated us out of there and brought you back here to the cabin. Must say, I'm glad I remembered all those healing charms my mum made me learn!" Bill flashed her a smile. "And yes, you still had the Portkey in your hand. It's safe and sound, I assure you." He nodded to the globe, resting in its stand on the couch table behind what she now realized was a sleeper sofa she was lying on. "What do you say we have a little something to eat, yeah?"
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Tonks sighed as she felt Bill's thumbs dig into the knots of muscle in her shoulders. The aches in her neck and back would not let her refuse his offer of a back rub, so after being properly fed, she had wearily agreed.
"Does that feel good?" He asked. "Not too rough, huh?"
"Mmm…I like it rough," she murmured, lost in the painful yet wonderful sensations he was creating.
On her neck, behind her ear she felt his warm breath, and then the softest of butterfly kisses. "You can't fool me. I think you really prefer it slow and sweet," he whispered into her ear.
Instinctively, she lolled her head back toward his shoulder in silent assent. He was doing it again. It had been almost twenty years since they were here, and effortlessly, Bill was making her feel like a backward, shy, and love-struck sixteen year old again.
Her heart pounded as he kissed along the cords of her neck. She had the overwhelming urge to turn around and rip his clothes off and take him, but she would not. No, she definitely would not. Despite the memories he evoked with the slightest contact of his lips, she was not an anxious teenager. And neither was he. Tonks smiled as she wondered what he might have learned in the last twenty years.
As her mind conjectured about his acquired skills, her body felt a tickling as Bill's hands slid up her sides, urging off her pajama top. The cool air accentuated the sensitivity of her nipples, already drawn into hardened peaks.
Deftly, Bill moved from behind her to over her. She was now on her back, peering up at him. He gazed down upon her, propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand.
"So beautiful," he said, running his fingertips around the darkened circles of her breasts. "I wish you weren't a Metamorphmagus, so everyone would see how truly beautiful you are in your natural form."
Tonks harrumphed. "No one thinks I'm beautiful in my original form. Otherwise I wouldn't get all these assignments from the Ministry to be leggy, thin, and blonde."
Bill's eyes shot sparks as he loomed over her face. "Dora, that's bollocks." He pulled his fingers away, and she ached to have them on her body again.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. Tonks wanted to shout at him. She wanted to jump out of bed and scream at him to stop patronizing her. Her instincts demanded that she slap him for lying. The return of all her adolescent emotions since she had run into Bill Weasley five days ago, had weighed heavily on her heart. She had pushed the memory of watching Bill disappear down the platform toward the station at Kings Cross with his family away long ago. He hadn't looked back to say goodbye or even acknowledge her. She had hoped in vain that he had just been caught up in the moment, but even then, her logical mind told her that small inaction revealed the indifference of his heart. If she were so beautiful, he wouldn't have dismissed her so easily. That old wound now lay open and bleeding once again.
As if he had detected the pain in her heart, Bill touched her face and brought her gaze to his own. The fire in his eyes had disappeared and a sadness had replaced it. "Seventeen year old boys are gits, Dora," he said after a long silence. And if almost to himself he continued, "I suppose I am a presumptuous bastard, aren't I? Why should I expect you to ever trust me again?"
"That was a long time ago, Bill," she answered. Despite the painful truth in his words and the smart of him recognizing the lingering of her teenage crush, her heart ached for him. She chided herself at the realization of how quickly those barricades she had built around her heart and fortified for the last twenty years came tumbling down, and how once more she was helpless to his charms.
"I know I've never said it, and it probably doesn't matter now, but I'm sorry." Bill met her gaze squarely. "Please understand, I realize that doesn't change anything between us now, and I don't expect anything from you, but I just wanted you to know. For a long time I've regretted how things ended."
"You were never unkind to me, Bill," she said. As the words fell from her lips, the voice in her head screamed, How can you do this? This is the guy who fucked you, then went along his merry way as if you never existed. He never so much as looked back to say goodbye. How can you let him off like this? Why are you doing this?
Bill smiled at her indulgence. "And you are too kind to me. At least I can assure you that since Hogwarts I have grown a conscience and a backbone."
"Bill," she ran the back of her fingers along the scars on his face as she looked off toward the fire behind him. "Hogwarts was a long time ago, and we can't go back. I think it's safe to say that we both have some regrets." Bill made a low chuckle at the word regrets. "But I can't, I mean, I don't want to think about that right now. I don't know how I'll feel about this tomorrow. Hell, we both know that we may not even be here tomorrow. But what I do know is that I don't want to miss out on this. On you."
Bill raised his eyebrows with a questioning look. "Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely," she smiled, bringing his lips toward her own.
Bill responded without hesitation. While he probed her mouth with his own, his hands slid down her waist, sliding off her pajama trousers. She reached to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her hand with his own. "Not just yet," he smiled wickedly. "I haven't even gotten started."
Tonks raised her eyebrows questioningly, to which he merely kissed the tip of her nose, forcing her eyes to close. "Trust me," he whispered.
Sweet Merlin, she thought. That is exactly what I am afraid of doing. With eyes still closed, she felt the warm rhythm of Bill's breathing against her breast. Suddenly, hundreds of electric shocks ran from chest to her spine as Bill's mouth covered her entire areola. Adroitly, his tongue lapped and teased, until Tonks was certain she would never stop tingling from the sensations. Finding her voice, she begged him to stop. The cessation turned out only to be a brief respite, as Bill left one nipple to continue the same affections on the other.
Once more the intensity began to build, and Tonks grasped Bill's arms to steady herself from the pleasure coursing through her body. She noticed the hard biceps flexing under her hands, and she realized he had removed his shirt. Without thought, she ran her palms over his chest toward his navel, thrilling at the tickle of coarse hair against her skin.
"Getting bored?" he panted, hands placed on either side of her as he hovered over her. His swollen lips curved into a broad smile.
Before she could respond, Tonks felt Bill's knee nudge her thighs apart. Automatically she followed his direction. Bill moved lower, as ever so softly, he kissed the delicate skin below her navel. Unlike their previous encounters, this time, Tonks had no school girl notions of modesty. Her center ached for him to touch and taste her. Without shame, she arched her back, pushing herself toward him.
"That's it, Dora," Bill purred. "I want you so much."
"Oh, Bill," she managed to choke out. "Please…"
Without waiting for more, Bill slid his fingers along her slick folds, and Tonks shuddered at his delicious touch. Slowly and gently he traced her curves and crevices. Each stroke of his fingers to her lips intensified the ache in her clit, until she finally forced his fingers onto her most sensitive spot. At that moment she didn't care what he thought of her or the smug expression she knew he must have on his face. All she wanted was to have him touch her, really touch her, so she could crash over the edge.
Slowly, he circled her. Faster, harder, she screamed in silence as she thrashed about, urging him on. As she began to beg out loud for more, Bill moved away. "Sweet Merlin!" she cried out in a hoarse voice, "Bill…" At that moment, she felt soft, warm lips pulling on her most tender flesh, and the rapid brush of his tongue on the very tip. Hooking her legs around his shoulders, she grabbed silky strands of ginger hair, pulling them again and again though her fingers.
"Oh, gods, Bill," she moaned, and the world began to condense around her. All she could feel was wet and warm, her center throbbing, aching to be filled.
"Come for me, Dora," Bill soothed. With those words, Bill plunged two fingers deep inside her, stretching her to find her most intimate of spots. Feeling the caresses of his tongue, his fingers pressing into her deepest recess, Tonks screamed a long, low, feral moan as she tightened around him in wave after wave of pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she smiled to see Bill gazing down at her. Back at her side, propped up on an elbow, he glistened with perspiration and …her. Without a word, she pulled him into a kiss. She loved her own taste mingled with his, and she moved her hand down to unfasten his trousers. Once again, Bill stopped her hand. Her anticipation to feel the effect she was having on him had gotten the better of her, and she bit her lip at his hesitation. "Allow me, please?" he smiled. "I'm hoping tonight is the first of many you'll allow me to make up for my adolescent selfishness." Bill murmured a charm that sent his clothes to the floor, and pulled her close, gliding long stokes with his fingers along the planes of her back.
As he pulled her closer, she felt the pulse of his erection between their bellies. Once more she throbbed for his touch. Running her hand behind his head, she pulled him into a deep kiss. His response was passionate and complete, and before she realized it, Bill was directly above her. She slid her palms down the small of his back and resting on his muscular arse. Tonks arched her pelvis as she pulled him toward her center. She had closed her eyes, anticipating his next move to take her with one swift thrust. But Bill didn't move.
"Dora," he whispered. "I don't ever want to hurt you again."
Those words alone could have been enough to fill her, but with a firm upward thrust of her hips, Tonks directed him deep into her center. By their simultaneous groans, she knew she had righted them home.
Their lovemaking was fierce and rough, and she relished bringing him to the brink. Above her, she could feel the muscles tighten throughout his body, and although she was still far away from her own tumble into ecstasy, she loved the power she had, making him lose control.
Suddenly, without warning, Bill reached behind her and flipped onto his back, lifting her above him.
"What in the name of Merlin's beard…" Tonks panted, completely caught of guard.
"Just being a gentleman," he teased, flashing her a smile with the waggle of his eyebrows. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest as she moved with each breath he made.
Tonks giggled as she gave him a quick swat on his thigh. "Next time, you might warn me first," she jeered.
"Are you offering that I'll be getting a 'next time'?"
"You talk too much," she said, kissing him firmly, relishing the sweetness of his mouth. She hooked her ankles around his calves, and moved so that Bill found her sweet spot with each thrust. Over and over again she marveled at the exquisite sensations that radiated all over her body from her center. As her vision grew dark, and her entire being focused on that deepest of places, Tonks felt her body begin to writhe involuntarily. Somewhere from the depths of her throat she moaned a low, guttural cry as she crashed in wave after wave of pleasure.
She opened her eyes, cheek resting on his chest. She noticed the hair on his chest tickled her nose, as her breathing steadied into a regular rhythm. Bill stroked his fingers along her shoulder blades. "So beautiful," he murmured.
"That was…incredible. You're incredible," she sighed. Feeling his cock still hard inside her, she looked up at him. "Are you trying to kill me or something? If you are, you doing a pretty damn good job at it." She smiled broadly as she teased.
"Well, now that you mention it, I was looking for the right time to tell you I've actually become a Death Eater…" Bill tried to keep a straight face with the jest.
"That's it, that's it then, over you go," Tonks commanded as she pulled him over on top of her. "I've always wanted to make a Death Eater scream my name in a fit of passion."
They laughed together, and Tonks reveled in the complete loveliness of the moment, the easiness they felt with one another, even now in the most intimate of moments and even now after all this time.
When their giggles subsided, Tonks looked up at Bill, feeling his gaze. "Oh, Dora," he said, a serious tone having returned to his voice. Soon she was lost in meeting him thrust for thrust, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she felt the muscles of his back and thighs tighten, as he pushed on toward release. Grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper, she clinched around him, urging him to come. With a long sigh and sudden flex of his head, she felt the complete weight of him upon her. She stroked his head, running her fingers through the silky ginger strands.
Tonks startled as Bill pushed himself up onto his hands and slipped quickly away. Before she could think, however, he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled up the cool sheet to cover them and kissed her forehead gently. Her body was sated and heavy, and as she heard Bill's soft voice whisper the words she had longed to hear so many years ago, she realized that now she too, had found something worth fighting for.
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Feedback! It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys!
Author: browneydweasley
Recipient: ragdoll
Pairing(s): Bill/Tonks
Rating: R
Summary: It had been almost twenty years since they were here, and effortlessly, Bill was making her feel like a backward, shy, and love-struck sixteen year old again.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Special thanks to my fantastic betas: M, T, & D!
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Tonks opened her eyes and saw nothing but a hazy blur. She was warm, happily so, she realized, and she was lying in a big puff of something very soft. She breathed in deeply as she recognized the mouthwatering smells of bacon frying and of freshly brewed coffee. If she had been captured by Death Eaters, this was certainly no ordinary torture chamber.
Her memories came trickling back through the haze. She had gone to Switzerland to investigate the theft of a Portkey. It had been stolen from one of the Ministry's Giant surveillance outposts. She had run into Bill Weasley in Zurich, and he had offered to join her, as he knew of a cabin close by the Ministry outpost that she might be able to rent.
Bill…she smiled at the memory of seeing him again. He had requested a foreign post with Gringott's after Fleur had been killed in the war. She understood, of course. It had been only after Remus died that she accepted a promotion to the International Auror Division. Somehow staying away from home made the grief a little easier to bear. In Zurich she and Bill had stayed up several nights just talking. She marveled at the comfort they fell back into that seemed rare in old friends. Without awkwardness or being left only to recount old memories, they easily chatted about anything and everything. It had been close to five years since Tonks had seen him, but the intimacy they shared those night sent her heart back to the days at Hogwarts when he had been her first-
The Portkey, she thought. She had found it in one of the giants' caves, where it was about to be activated by Phineas Jugson,one of the Death Eaters who had escaped England. She remembered having accio'd the Portkey and running toward the cave's entrance-
Where is the Portkey? Suddenly her heart began to race at the thought of the uncertain outcome of her mission. She put her hands on either side of the mattress and pushed herself up to look around the room. She raised herself up, and the room began to spin. A wave of nausea rushed from her stomach into her throat. Her elbows buckled, and with a thud, she fell back onto the bed.
"Dora!" she heard a familiar voice shout. "Easy there, all right? Thank God you're awake!" It was Bill--sweet, wonderful, beautiful Bill Weasley. She was safe and she was going to be okay. Bill would make everything all right, she said silently without thinking, however, she quickly reprimanded herself at such a ridiculous thought.
"Bill?" she barely recognized the croaking voice as her own.
"There, there, Love. Just rest now. You're going to be just fine," he soothed. Tonks felt cool fingers brush her forehead, pushing her fringe away from her face. The horrible dizziness and nausea disappeared with his touch and she could feel healing magic radiating from his fingertips.
"What happened? Where's the Portkey?"
"Are you sure you're up for this right now?" he cautioned. "You just woke up after being unconscious for more than two days. Look, I've got some breakfast going. Maybe you should eat a little something first?"
"Bill," she entreated him. "Please…"
"Alright, then. Let's see if we can sit you up a bit." Bill shuffled something behind her and she felt his arms curve underneath her own. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head forward onto his shoulder and she involuntarily smiled at the familiar scents of musk and bayberry that were singularly Bill Weasley.
Feeling him move her onto propped-up pillows, Tonks opened her eyes again. Things were a little out of focus, but her vision was definitely returning. "So then, what exactly happened back at that cave?"
Bill described how the giants had gathered, shouting, stomping, and making wild gestures at each other. He told her how en masse they made their way toward the cave entrance, and how the only thing he could think to do was block the entrance and jump inside before the giants could reach them.
"So you mean to tell me," Tonks blinked hard, "That you created an avalanche?"
Bill simply shrugged his shoulders. "The only thing I could think of at the time," he said. "I figured once I got to you, we could Apparate or use the Portkey to get out of there."
"Oh, Bill," she said incredulously.
Her mind raced back to their long converstaion in Zurich. His words echoed through her mind, "'I realized that I had to give up magic. I kept fighting during the war to avenge Fleur's death, but just like my magic couldn't save her, no amount of magic was going to bring her back either. I needed a new life, and living as a Muggle was the only way to accomplish that. There was nothing left to fight for.'" At the time, those last words had felt like a knife stabbed directly into her heart. But now…he had used magic to save her…those words gave her hope.
His smiled seem to confirm her epiphany . "The problem was, when I finally got in the cave, the first thing I saw was Gurg throwing a huge stone toward your head."
"So that's why everything went black," Tonks nodded her head in understanding. "But the Portkey? Did I…I mean did you?"
"I Apparated us out of there and brought you back here to the cabin. Must say, I'm glad I remembered all those healing charms my mum made me learn!" Bill flashed her a smile. "And yes, you still had the Portkey in your hand. It's safe and sound, I assure you." He nodded to the globe, resting in its stand on the couch table behind what she now realized was a sleeper sofa she was lying on. "What do you say we have a little something to eat, yeah?"
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Tonks sighed as she felt Bill's thumbs dig into the knots of muscle in her shoulders. The aches in her neck and back would not let her refuse his offer of a back rub, so after being properly fed, she had wearily agreed.
"Does that feel good?" He asked. "Not too rough, huh?"
"Mmm…I like it rough," she murmured, lost in the painful yet wonderful sensations he was creating.
On her neck, behind her ear she felt his warm breath, and then the softest of butterfly kisses. "You can't fool me. I think you really prefer it slow and sweet," he whispered into her ear.
Instinctively, she lolled her head back toward his shoulder in silent assent. He was doing it again. It had been almost twenty years since they were here, and effortlessly, Bill was making her feel like a backward, shy, and love-struck sixteen year old again.
Her heart pounded as he kissed along the cords of her neck. She had the overwhelming urge to turn around and rip his clothes off and take him, but she would not. No, she definitely would not. Despite the memories he evoked with the slightest contact of his lips, she was not an anxious teenager. And neither was he. Tonks smiled as she wondered what he might have learned in the last twenty years.
As her mind conjectured about his acquired skills, her body felt a tickling as Bill's hands slid up her sides, urging off her pajama top. The cool air accentuated the sensitivity of her nipples, already drawn into hardened peaks.
Deftly, Bill moved from behind her to over her. She was now on her back, peering up at him. He gazed down upon her, propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand.
"So beautiful," he said, running his fingertips around the darkened circles of her breasts. "I wish you weren't a Metamorphmagus, so everyone would see how truly beautiful you are in your natural form."
Tonks harrumphed. "No one thinks I'm beautiful in my original form. Otherwise I wouldn't get all these assignments from the Ministry to be leggy, thin, and blonde."
Bill's eyes shot sparks as he loomed over her face. "Dora, that's bollocks." He pulled his fingers away, and she ached to have them on her body again.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. Tonks wanted to shout at him. She wanted to jump out of bed and scream at him to stop patronizing her. Her instincts demanded that she slap him for lying. The return of all her adolescent emotions since she had run into Bill Weasley five days ago, had weighed heavily on her heart. She had pushed the memory of watching Bill disappear down the platform toward the station at Kings Cross with his family away long ago. He hadn't looked back to say goodbye or even acknowledge her. She had hoped in vain that he had just been caught up in the moment, but even then, her logical mind told her that small inaction revealed the indifference of his heart. If she were so beautiful, he wouldn't have dismissed her so easily. That old wound now lay open and bleeding once again.
As if he had detected the pain in her heart, Bill touched her face and brought her gaze to his own. The fire in his eyes had disappeared and a sadness had replaced it. "Seventeen year old boys are gits, Dora," he said after a long silence. And if almost to himself he continued, "I suppose I am a presumptuous bastard, aren't I? Why should I expect you to ever trust me again?"
"That was a long time ago, Bill," she answered. Despite the painful truth in his words and the smart of him recognizing the lingering of her teenage crush, her heart ached for him. She chided herself at the realization of how quickly those barricades she had built around her heart and fortified for the last twenty years came tumbling down, and how once more she was helpless to his charms.
"I know I've never said it, and it probably doesn't matter now, but I'm sorry." Bill met her gaze squarely. "Please understand, I realize that doesn't change anything between us now, and I don't expect anything from you, but I just wanted you to know. For a long time I've regretted how things ended."
"You were never unkind to me, Bill," she said. As the words fell from her lips, the voice in her head screamed, How can you do this? This is the guy who fucked you, then went along his merry way as if you never existed. He never so much as looked back to say goodbye. How can you let him off like this? Why are you doing this?
Bill smiled at her indulgence. "And you are too kind to me. At least I can assure you that since Hogwarts I have grown a conscience and a backbone."
"Bill," she ran the back of her fingers along the scars on his face as she looked off toward the fire behind him. "Hogwarts was a long time ago, and we can't go back. I think it's safe to say that we both have some regrets." Bill made a low chuckle at the word regrets. "But I can't, I mean, I don't want to think about that right now. I don't know how I'll feel about this tomorrow. Hell, we both know that we may not even be here tomorrow. But what I do know is that I don't want to miss out on this. On you."
Bill raised his eyebrows with a questioning look. "Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely," she smiled, bringing his lips toward her own.
Bill responded without hesitation. While he probed her mouth with his own, his hands slid down her waist, sliding off her pajama trousers. She reached to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her hand with his own. "Not just yet," he smiled wickedly. "I haven't even gotten started."
Tonks raised her eyebrows questioningly, to which he merely kissed the tip of her nose, forcing her eyes to close. "Trust me," he whispered.
Sweet Merlin, she thought. That is exactly what I am afraid of doing. With eyes still closed, she felt the warm rhythm of Bill's breathing against her breast. Suddenly, hundreds of electric shocks ran from chest to her spine as Bill's mouth covered her entire areola. Adroitly, his tongue lapped and teased, until Tonks was certain she would never stop tingling from the sensations. Finding her voice, she begged him to stop. The cessation turned out only to be a brief respite, as Bill left one nipple to continue the same affections on the other.
Once more the intensity began to build, and Tonks grasped Bill's arms to steady herself from the pleasure coursing through her body. She noticed the hard biceps flexing under her hands, and she realized he had removed his shirt. Without thought, she ran her palms over his chest toward his navel, thrilling at the tickle of coarse hair against her skin.
"Getting bored?" he panted, hands placed on either side of her as he hovered over her. His swollen lips curved into a broad smile.
Before she could respond, Tonks felt Bill's knee nudge her thighs apart. Automatically she followed his direction. Bill moved lower, as ever so softly, he kissed the delicate skin below her navel. Unlike their previous encounters, this time, Tonks had no school girl notions of modesty. Her center ached for him to touch and taste her. Without shame, she arched her back, pushing herself toward him.
"That's it, Dora," Bill purred. "I want you so much."
"Oh, Bill," she managed to choke out. "Please…"
Without waiting for more, Bill slid his fingers along her slick folds, and Tonks shuddered at his delicious touch. Slowly and gently he traced her curves and crevices. Each stroke of his fingers to her lips intensified the ache in her clit, until she finally forced his fingers onto her most sensitive spot. At that moment she didn't care what he thought of her or the smug expression she knew he must have on his face. All she wanted was to have him touch her, really touch her, so she could crash over the edge.
Slowly, he circled her. Faster, harder, she screamed in silence as she thrashed about, urging him on. As she began to beg out loud for more, Bill moved away. "Sweet Merlin!" she cried out in a hoarse voice, "Bill…" At that moment, she felt soft, warm lips pulling on her most tender flesh, and the rapid brush of his tongue on the very tip. Hooking her legs around his shoulders, she grabbed silky strands of ginger hair, pulling them again and again though her fingers.
"Oh, gods, Bill," she moaned, and the world began to condense around her. All she could feel was wet and warm, her center throbbing, aching to be filled.
"Come for me, Dora," Bill soothed. With those words, Bill plunged two fingers deep inside her, stretching her to find her most intimate of spots. Feeling the caresses of his tongue, his fingers pressing into her deepest recess, Tonks screamed a long, low, feral moan as she tightened around him in wave after wave of pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she smiled to see Bill gazing down at her. Back at her side, propped up on an elbow, he glistened with perspiration and …her. Without a word, she pulled him into a kiss. She loved her own taste mingled with his, and she moved her hand down to unfasten his trousers. Once again, Bill stopped her hand. Her anticipation to feel the effect she was having on him had gotten the better of her, and she bit her lip at his hesitation. "Allow me, please?" he smiled. "I'm hoping tonight is the first of many you'll allow me to make up for my adolescent selfishness." Bill murmured a charm that sent his clothes to the floor, and pulled her close, gliding long stokes with his fingers along the planes of her back.
As he pulled her closer, she felt the pulse of his erection between their bellies. Once more she throbbed for his touch. Running her hand behind his head, she pulled him into a deep kiss. His response was passionate and complete, and before she realized it, Bill was directly above her. She slid her palms down the small of his back and resting on his muscular arse. Tonks arched her pelvis as she pulled him toward her center. She had closed her eyes, anticipating his next move to take her with one swift thrust. But Bill didn't move.
"Dora," he whispered. "I don't ever want to hurt you again."
Those words alone could have been enough to fill her, but with a firm upward thrust of her hips, Tonks directed him deep into her center. By their simultaneous groans, she knew she had righted them home.
Their lovemaking was fierce and rough, and she relished bringing him to the brink. Above her, she could feel the muscles tighten throughout his body, and although she was still far away from her own tumble into ecstasy, she loved the power she had, making him lose control.
Suddenly, without warning, Bill reached behind her and flipped onto his back, lifting her above him.
"What in the name of Merlin's beard…" Tonks panted, completely caught of guard.
"Just being a gentleman," he teased, flashing her a smile with the waggle of his eyebrows. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest as she moved with each breath he made.
Tonks giggled as she gave him a quick swat on his thigh. "Next time, you might warn me first," she jeered.
"Are you offering that I'll be getting a 'next time'?"
"You talk too much," she said, kissing him firmly, relishing the sweetness of his mouth. She hooked her ankles around his calves, and moved so that Bill found her sweet spot with each thrust. Over and over again she marveled at the exquisite sensations that radiated all over her body from her center. As her vision grew dark, and her entire being focused on that deepest of places, Tonks felt her body begin to writhe involuntarily. Somewhere from the depths of her throat she moaned a low, guttural cry as she crashed in wave after wave of pleasure.
She opened her eyes, cheek resting on his chest. She noticed the hair on his chest tickled her nose, as her breathing steadied into a regular rhythm. Bill stroked his fingers along her shoulder blades. "So beautiful," he murmured.
"That was…incredible. You're incredible," she sighed. Feeling his cock still hard inside her, she looked up at him. "Are you trying to kill me or something? If you are, you doing a pretty damn good job at it." She smiled broadly as she teased.
"Well, now that you mention it, I was looking for the right time to tell you I've actually become a Death Eater…" Bill tried to keep a straight face with the jest.
"That's it, that's it then, over you go," Tonks commanded as she pulled him over on top of her. "I've always wanted to make a Death Eater scream my name in a fit of passion."
They laughed together, and Tonks reveled in the complete loveliness of the moment, the easiness they felt with one another, even now in the most intimate of moments and even now after all this time.
When their giggles subsided, Tonks looked up at Bill, feeling his gaze. "Oh, Dora," he said, a serious tone having returned to his voice. Soon she was lost in meeting him thrust for thrust, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she felt the muscles of his back and thighs tighten, as he pushed on toward release. Grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper, she clinched around him, urging him to come. With a long sigh and sudden flex of his head, she felt the complete weight of him upon her. She stroked his head, running her fingers through the silky ginger strands.
Tonks startled as Bill pushed himself up onto his hands and slipped quickly away. Before she could think, however, he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled up the cool sheet to cover them and kissed her forehead gently. Her body was sated and heavy, and as she heard Bill's soft voice whisper the words she had longed to hear so many years ago, she realized that now she too, had found something worth fighting for.
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