Fic: Thorough (Tonks/Moody)
Title: Thorough
Characters/Pairings: Moody/Tonks
Rating: Adult
Summary: Tonks is taking auror lessons from Moody
Word Count: 500
tamlane’s prompt at hp_humpdrabbles: Search - Once the suspect is disarmed and immobilized, you should perform a thorough search of their person.
It’s flattering to have someone like Alastor Moody choose to teach her what he knows. He’s been retired for years, a legend around the auror offices, and he’s meeting her twice a week to go over defensive and offensive tactics. Tonks knows she’s strutting around like a bloody peacock because Kingsley had no qualms threatening her if she didn’t stop.
After four lessons, she’s already learned so much. He’s abrupt, rude, demeaning, and so fucking amazing that she can’t stand it. There’s a reason he’s a legend, and she can easily handle his quirky personality traits. The lesson tonight involves the fastest way to apprehend suspects, and she’s currently playing at being a suspect so he can demonstrate. It’s not the first time she’s acted as a suspect, but it’s the first time he’s kept her restrained after demonstrating a technique.
Moody walks over to where she’s standing, the clicking of his leg on the stone letting her know where he is since she can’t turn her head to look. “Now, Tonks, a new lesson is required. You must remember constant vigilance! Even if you take their wands, they might have something else to be worried about. So, once the suspect is disarmed and immobilized, you should perform a thorough search of their person.”
Tonks can’t look down when she feels hands on her legs, but her eyes widen as they moves upwards, stroking her calves and thighs. Then Moody is in front of her, his magical eye rolling around before looking down her body as if he can see right through her, which, well, she guesses he can. He’s smirking as he leans in.
“You like this, don’t you, girl? Being trapped and at my mercy? Think I haven’t noticed that nipples of yours hardening up or how wet your knickers get when we fight, don’t ya?” Moody chuckles. “I see it all, and I know what you want.”
Tonks blinks at him, warmth in her cheeks because it’s true. She’s been turned on when they fight, and she doesn’t care how he looks because he’s so competent and dangerous that it gets her wet every single time. He unzips her trousers and shoves them down, then his hand is between her legs, fingers stroking her wet cunt.
“You never know where a suspect might hide something. That’s why it must be a thorough search.” Moody pushes her shirt and bra up, kneading her breast as he fucks three fingers inside her. She wants to move, but she’s still immobilized. He’s rough and almost brutal, and she loves it. He bites her nipples as he rubs her clit, and she comes with a grunt. Then he releases her, and she stumbles forward as he licks his wet fingers.
Looking at his obvious erection, she grins. “There’s still one place left to search, Sir,” she reminds him, wiggling her arse as she kneels on the cold stone. She’s really glad that Moody’s taken a special interest in her. “Thorough, right?”
End
Characters/Pairings: Moody/Tonks
Rating: Adult
Summary: Tonks is taking auror lessons from Moody
Word Count: 500
tamlane’s prompt at hp_humpdrabbles: Search - Once the suspect is disarmed and immobilized, you should perform a thorough search of their person.
It’s flattering to have someone like Alastor Moody choose to teach her what he knows. He’s been retired for years, a legend around the auror offices, and he’s meeting her twice a week to go over defensive and offensive tactics. Tonks knows she’s strutting around like a bloody peacock because Kingsley had no qualms threatening her if she didn’t stop.
After four lessons, she’s already learned so much. He’s abrupt, rude, demeaning, and so fucking amazing that she can’t stand it. There’s a reason he’s a legend, and she can easily handle his quirky personality traits. The lesson tonight involves the fastest way to apprehend suspects, and she’s currently playing at being a suspect so he can demonstrate. It’s not the first time she’s acted as a suspect, but it’s the first time he’s kept her restrained after demonstrating a technique.
Moody walks over to where she’s standing, the clicking of his leg on the stone letting her know where he is since she can’t turn her head to look. “Now, Tonks, a new lesson is required. You must remember constant vigilance! Even if you take their wands, they might have something else to be worried about. So, once the suspect is disarmed and immobilized, you should perform a thorough search of their person.”
Tonks can’t look down when she feels hands on her legs, but her eyes widen as they moves upwards, stroking her calves and thighs. Then Moody is in front of her, his magical eye rolling around before looking down her body as if he can see right through her, which, well, she guesses he can. He’s smirking as he leans in.
“You like this, don’t you, girl? Being trapped and at my mercy? Think I haven’t noticed that nipples of yours hardening up or how wet your knickers get when we fight, don’t ya?” Moody chuckles. “I see it all, and I know what you want.”
Tonks blinks at him, warmth in her cheeks because it’s true. She’s been turned on when they fight, and she doesn’t care how he looks because he’s so competent and dangerous that it gets her wet every single time. He unzips her trousers and shoves them down, then his hand is between her legs, fingers stroking her wet cunt.
“You never know where a suspect might hide something. That’s why it must be a thorough search.” Moody pushes her shirt and bra up, kneading her breast as he fucks three fingers inside her. She wants to move, but she’s still immobilized. He’s rough and almost brutal, and she loves it. He bites her nipples as he rubs her clit, and she comes with a grunt. Then he releases her, and she stumbles forward as he licks his wet fingers.
Looking at his obvious erection, she grins. “There’s still one place left to search, Sir,” she reminds him, wiggling her arse as she kneels on the cold stone. She’s really glad that Moody’s taken a special interest in her. “Thorough, right?”
End