Ficlet: 'Lazy Sunday' HP/NT, NC17
Title - Lazy Sunday
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - marguerite_26
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~600
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Tonks
Warnings - Explicit Het, Light Bondage
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry asked Tonks for help, but he's unimpressed with her idea of escape and evade
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #8 Lazy Sunday of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes.
For luvscharlie ♥. OMG I had so much fun with this pairing!
"This is cheating!" Harry snapped, fighting against the bonds as Tonks hovered over him, maddeningly out of reach.
"Bad guys don't play by the rules, Harry. I thought you wanted my help preparing for your Auror examinations? I thought you wanted me to teach you?" Tonks sing-songed back, lowering herself back down to straddle Harry's waist. Harry finally gave up and stopped wriggling. As if her shock of pink hair wasn't enough of a sign as to her arousal, he could feel the dampness through her knickers, taunting his aching cock as she sat on top of him.
"I'll teach you a thing or two," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards and rubbing his erection against her, knowing it was tormenting her just as much as it was him. Why he'd ever agreed to let Tonks teach him, knowing what a tease she was, he couldn't fathom. It might have had something to do with her mentioning positive reinforcement and rewards in her bedroom voice. Or with the fact she brought it up mid-way through a blow-job, and Harry would have agreed to reincarnate Voldemort to get her to continue. Either way, he'd agreed to this, and Tonks was taking proper advantage of his agreement.
"It's a large part of being an Auror, you know, getting out of tight spots."
"Right now I'd like to be getting into a tight spot," Harry muttered, rolling his hips again to make sure his message was perfectly clear. Whatever charm Tonks had put on these handcuffs was strong, and he couldn't summon up the concentration to break it wandlessly.
Focusing became ten times harder when Tonks reached behind her back, and Harry heard the familiar ping of her bra-strap being undone. The black satin - embellished with little pink polka dots, of course; Tonks didn't own any normal coloured underwear, Harry made sure of that - fell away, and Harry's mouth went dry as Tonks pushed the straps down her arms, and trailed her hands over her full breasts. If he were a physicist, Harry would have great fun working out how her perky breasts defied gravity so cleverly, but he wasn't; the only working out Harry wanted to do was of the physical variety, on top of Tonks.
"Come on, Harry," Tonks purred, hands dropping lower, one teasing over the sparse black hairs on Harry's abdomen while the other dipped under the fabric of her knickers, knuckles pushing the material out of shape as Tonks slid her fingers into herself. "Just one little spell, and then you get your reward."
Harry was trying to remember a spell, desperately, but he couldn't get his brain to focus on magic. All his brain could process was the way the knickers shifted as Tonks worked her fingers over her clit, and the way his cock was damp with her juices. He was desperately trying to come up with a counter spell to the binding charm on his wrists. Tonks' fingers trailed up her stomach to tweak at her rosy nipples and Harry's temper snapped. "Sod this. Accio Tonks' wand." When the slim wood hit his fingers, Harry muttered, "Finite Incantatum," and tossed the wand aside.
With a low growl, Harry flipped Tonks onto her back, burying his face between her soft breasts. She shrieked.
"You cheated!"
Kissing her sternum, Harry lifted his head and smirked. "Yes I did - the good guys don't always play by the rules either. Now, I think it's time for your punishment and my reward!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - marguerite_26
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~600
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Tonks
Warnings - Explicit Het, Light Bondage
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry asked Tonks for help, but he's unimpressed with her idea of escape and evade
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #8 Lazy Sunday of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes.
For luvscharlie ♥. OMG I had so much fun with this pairing!
"This is cheating!" Harry snapped, fighting against the bonds as Tonks hovered over him, maddeningly out of reach.
"Bad guys don't play by the rules, Harry. I thought you wanted my help preparing for your Auror examinations? I thought you wanted me to teach you?" Tonks sing-songed back, lowering herself back down to straddle Harry's waist. Harry finally gave up and stopped wriggling. As if her shock of pink hair wasn't enough of a sign as to her arousal, he could feel the dampness through her knickers, taunting his aching cock as she sat on top of him.
"I'll teach you a thing or two," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards and rubbing his erection against her, knowing it was tormenting her just as much as it was him. Why he'd ever agreed to let Tonks teach him, knowing what a tease she was, he couldn't fathom. It might have had something to do with her mentioning positive reinforcement and rewards in her bedroom voice. Or with the fact she brought it up mid-way through a blow-job, and Harry would have agreed to reincarnate Voldemort to get her to continue. Either way, he'd agreed to this, and Tonks was taking proper advantage of his agreement.
"It's a large part of being an Auror, you know, getting out of tight spots."
"Right now I'd like to be getting into a tight spot," Harry muttered, rolling his hips again to make sure his message was perfectly clear. Whatever charm Tonks had put on these handcuffs was strong, and he couldn't summon up the concentration to break it wandlessly.
Focusing became ten times harder when Tonks reached behind her back, and Harry heard the familiar ping of her bra-strap being undone. The black satin - embellished with little pink polka dots, of course; Tonks didn't own any normal coloured underwear, Harry made sure of that - fell away, and Harry's mouth went dry as Tonks pushed the straps down her arms, and trailed her hands over her full breasts. If he were a physicist, Harry would have great fun working out how her perky breasts defied gravity so cleverly, but he wasn't; the only working out Harry wanted to do was of the physical variety, on top of Tonks.
"Come on, Harry," Tonks purred, hands dropping lower, one teasing over the sparse black hairs on Harry's abdomen while the other dipped under the fabric of her knickers, knuckles pushing the material out of shape as Tonks slid her fingers into herself. "Just one little spell, and then you get your reward."
Harry was trying to remember a spell, desperately, but he couldn't get his brain to focus on magic. All his brain could process was the way the knickers shifted as Tonks worked her fingers over her clit, and the way his cock was damp with her juices. He was desperately trying to come up with a counter spell to the binding charm on his wrists. Tonks' fingers trailed up her stomach to tweak at her rosy nipples and Harry's temper snapped. "Sod this. Accio Tonks' wand." When the slim wood hit his fingers, Harry muttered, "Finite Incantatum," and tossed the wand aside.
With a low growl, Harry flipped Tonks onto her back, burying his face between her soft breasts. She shrieked.
"You cheated!"
Kissing her sternum, Harry lifted his head and smirked. "Yes I did - the good guys don't always play by the rules either. Now, I think it's time for your punishment and my reward!"