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Title: Off to School
Authors: justsonya and aingingein
Rating: NC-17 for oral sex and other references
Pairing: Bill/Tonks
Summary: With their son off for his first year at Hogwarts, Bill and Tonks discuss the joys and sorrows of an empty nest.
"It's too quiet," Tonks commented, looking around the empty house. "It's just not natural for it to be this quiet in the middle of the day."
Of course, the house was quiet because they'd just gotten back from putting their son on the Hogwarts Express for his first year. He'd been so excited that she'd gotten caught up in his enthusiasm, but now, with him gone, the house was just too quiet.
Turning to look at her husband, she raised an eyebrow. "What on earth are we going to do with all this free time?"
"Well, there are those things called work. And housekeeping. And... Well, hell if I know," Bill admitted, wrapping his arms around his wife contentedly.
"He's going to have the time of his life, but he'll be back for hols." He didn't want it hitting her too hard all at once. But their boy was growing up.
"Since when have I ever done any housekeeping?" she asked, leaning against him. Her boys had chased away her offers to help, given her occasional lack of grace. "I leave that to you manly types. I suppose this means I'll have to pitch in and help now."
Sighing, Tonks pictured the scene from the morning and refused to sniffle about it. He was going to have a lovely time, and she couldn't wait for the first owl telling her about the Sorting and more. "Do you think he'll be a Gryffindor? He managed to dodge the Weasley reds, so perhaps he'll be a Ravenclaw?"
Bill couldn't help a deep chuckle from his throat. "I assume you've forgotten the Ashwinder Incident? That boy will be Gryffindor, bet you fifteen Galleons."
Stroking her hair, Bill closed his eyes. "And no, I think I'll just go about what I've been doing for years now. Taking care of you quite properly."
"You do a wonderful job at it, that's true," she commented, grinning against his chest. The truth was, Tonks was shamelessly spoiled and had been for years and years. "I have gotten used to it, I suppose. It would be a shame to change things now. I might start to feel old and matronly."
Wrapped in his arms, and listening to the silence, Tonks realized something. "Oh my."
Bill cracked an eye open, his hand still stroking her hair. "Hm?"
"We're free love." Tonks leaned back and grinned wickedly up at him. "We're no longer confined to the master suite. We can reunite with the rug in front of the fireplace."
The same rug on which they'd created the little hellion who had then banned them to the master suite in the first place. Bill cracked up in spite of himself. Deep laughter filled the living room, and he held her tightly. "I should have known you'd never go maudlin on me, pet."
"I'm going to miss him terribly, but he's growing up and I have to accept that." Tonks grinned at him, squeezing in return. "It's only a few months and he'll be back. He promised to write at least once a week, and we can always get Snape to fill us in on the rest, or Minerva. While I doubt Severus is much looking forward to having another Weasley in class, Percy's children have most likely broken him in at this point."
"You can't stop us, really. At this rate we'll have the globe in about a decade." Leaning down to suck and nibble on her neck, he grinned. She WAS right about the rug.
"Hmm. I don't know, love. We just have the one, after all." Tonks entertained herself by tugging his shirt out of his trousers and sliding her hands up underneath. Still nice and firm, even after all these years. Bill was rather narcissistic. He wouldn't let himself go to flab. "Our branch of the Weasley army is a bit short."
"... are you suggesting something, pet?"
"Maybe. It might just be a bit of that empty nest syndrome the other mothers rave on about. All the other Weasley wives have more than one to keep them company as they go off to school." Tonks continued her explorations, unbuttoning his shirt in the process.
"It's not as if we've gotten old or anything." They had tried, and Bill was sure it was his fault that they hadn't been able. It'd been years since they made an effort. Curses were just bound to be... hard on areas. Sighing, he nuzzled her forehead. "If you want one, you know I'll try for you, darling."
"Really I'm just more interested in the attempting part," she teased, tugging on his belt buckle. It would be nice, but it wasn't the end of the world, either. Tonks loved her son very much, and he was more than enough for her. "Think of it. All the shagging. Here, there, everywhere."
"You'll get no complaints out of me!" Bill said with a grin, tugging her to the floor as he kissed her, flopping on his back on the rug.
Tonks wrestled his trousers off him as quickly as she could, tossing them aside. Running her eyes up his body she tried to decide where to start. There was no need to be quiet, use silencing charms, or anything. Kneeling between his knees, she nipped at the inside of his thigh, pulling back a bit to watch the little marks fade quickly.
Bill arched his eyebrow at her. "Now, humor an old man's memory... is this what being dominated was like?"
Yes, he was being an ass.
"No love, that usually involves you on your face and my putting lines across your arse. There's usually rope involved too." Tonks smirked at him from her position, and ran her nails firmly up the inside of one thigh until she was in danger of reaching his more sensitive bits. "Of course, there are other ways, if you feel the need."
"No, I think tomorrow though I'm going to need to do so to you," Bill murmured with a hiss, arching his body up to meet hers. "I want you begging for me."
Yes, this had been missed.
"You mean me, on my hands and knees, looking up at you all full of lust," she began, planting a soft kiss on each hip before moving up his abdomen, tongue slipping out to trace over his skin, "and shamelessly begging you to fuck me until I pass out from exhaustion?"
"I also think you on your knees sucking me off is a lovely image myself," Bill managed, closing his eyes for a moment so he could focus.
"I think I'm fond of that one as well. Of course you always pull me up eventually." Tonks nipped lightly at his stomach while breathing the scent of him in deeply. "Some day I'll win that fight."
"If you did," Bill said, half opening his eyes to look at her, “there'd be no fun for you."
"Not all the fun in my life comes from you getting it up, old man," she told him, winking. "You have all those lovely fingers, and that wicked mouth as well. I'm quite fond of them."
Of course, she couldn't ignore her favourite parts, and as her mouth loved it’s way up his body, her hands moved down, teasing and tempting with the familiarity of many years.
"Fine, woman. Do whatever you want. See if I care," Bill teased right back, reaching out to tweak with one of her peaks. Those were his favourite parts, really.
"I tend to anyway, you know." Finally she reached his mouth, biting lightly at his lower lip while her hand tightened firmly around him, stroking lovingly. "Someone had to keep you in line, you know."
Then she gave up on talking and kissed him, something that she'd never get tired of doing. Laughing slightly against her lips, Bill reached behind her, slipping able fingers between her legs. Someone had to do the same for her, really.
She moaned softly and her hips moved back slightly, encouraging him shamelessly. Eyes closing in pleasure at the added sensation, Tonks was a picture of bliss. Not once, however, did her teasing stop, hand still moving over him, stroking here, rubbing gently there.
Sitting up, Bill decided he'd had more than enough of this. Firmly sitting her on his lap, he gave her a very meaningful look.
"No more teasing now, hm? Things are getting almost painful, love."
Tonks gave him her best patented innocent look, all wide eyes and adorable face, while squirming over him at the same time. Still impressive, that was her Bill. "Did you want something, love?"
Oh, that was her game, hm? Picking her back up, and setting her on the ground, Bill stood up. Very, very carefully. Dammit, this thing almost ached now.
"Nevermind. Clearly, you're not interested."
Tonks debated playing on for a bit, it tended to drive him mad eventually. However there was the rug, and the fireplace, and him. Moving quickly, she tackled him firmly back down to the floor.
"How can I not be interested in you?"
Giving a perfect pout, Bill sighed. "You're practically ignoring it there, pet. All it wants is a little kiss."
"Ask nicely," she demanded, sliding down his body so that the words were exhaled across the tip of him. "Ask nicely and I'll do anything you want."
Bill's eyes were half hooded. "Please, baby. I need you to suck it."
Grinning at him triumphantly, Tonks did just that. Taking him in slowly, and enjoying every bit of it. She loved doing this for him, watching him react, hearing his breath catch and more. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her mouth painfully slowly, her teeth just catching the sides, got her as excited as it did him.
Growling, Bill laced his fingers in her hair, arching his head back. "Faster... stop teasing me..."
He hadn't been dominant in so long, he forgot how.
Tonks did everything in her power to please him, putting all of her experience to work. She knew she'd do anything to make him happy, and when it was this much fun for her as well? It was just a reason to work that much harder. Speeding up for him, she slid her hands under his arse, fingers clenching tightly.
He'd have to pull her off now if he was going to do anything else for a good bit. Maybe. Probably. Hard to say, even. Looking down at her, his eyes asked the question he couldn't manage out himself.
Tonks caught his look and wrinkled her nose at him, telling him silently not to worry. She wanted to do this for him. Then she turned her attention back to what she was doing. There were a million ways he could please her, after all. Throwing his head back again, Bill just let the pleasure stun him into submission, arching his hips with every delectable movement of her mouth. God, he loved this woman.
Tonks kept her eyes wide open, watching his every move, listening for every sound. He was so beautiful to her like this, spread out and swamped with pleasure. Moaning low in her throat in appreciation, she continued on.
Slowly, the bead of pleasure built in his stomach until it consumed him, and Bill fell blissfully over the edge. Tonks swallowed him down eagerly, nursing every bit of his skin before finally pulling back and crawling up his body. Resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him, she sighed happily.
"I love you, old man. More than you'll ever know."
"Love you so much," Bill murmured against her shoulder, closing his eyes for a minute.
Tonks cuddled closer, her hands running lightly over his skin. They had months of this to look forward to, before they were consigned to their rooms again for the holidays. Molly was right. There was a bright side to everything.
Authors: justsonya and aingingein
Rating: NC-17 for oral sex and other references
Pairing: Bill/Tonks
Summary: With their son off for his first year at Hogwarts, Bill and Tonks discuss the joys and sorrows of an empty nest.
"It's too quiet," Tonks commented, looking around the empty house. "It's just not natural for it to be this quiet in the middle of the day."
Of course, the house was quiet because they'd just gotten back from putting their son on the Hogwarts Express for his first year. He'd been so excited that she'd gotten caught up in his enthusiasm, but now, with him gone, the house was just too quiet.
Turning to look at her husband, she raised an eyebrow. "What on earth are we going to do with all this free time?"
"Well, there are those things called work. And housekeeping. And... Well, hell if I know," Bill admitted, wrapping his arms around his wife contentedly.
"He's going to have the time of his life, but he'll be back for hols." He didn't want it hitting her too hard all at once. But their boy was growing up.
"Since when have I ever done any housekeeping?" she asked, leaning against him. Her boys had chased away her offers to help, given her occasional lack of grace. "I leave that to you manly types. I suppose this means I'll have to pitch in and help now."
Sighing, Tonks pictured the scene from the morning and refused to sniffle about it. He was going to have a lovely time, and she couldn't wait for the first owl telling her about the Sorting and more. "Do you think he'll be a Gryffindor? He managed to dodge the Weasley reds, so perhaps he'll be a Ravenclaw?"
Bill couldn't help a deep chuckle from his throat. "I assume you've forgotten the Ashwinder Incident? That boy will be Gryffindor, bet you fifteen Galleons."
Stroking her hair, Bill closed his eyes. "And no, I think I'll just go about what I've been doing for years now. Taking care of you quite properly."
"You do a wonderful job at it, that's true," she commented, grinning against his chest. The truth was, Tonks was shamelessly spoiled and had been for years and years. "I have gotten used to it, I suppose. It would be a shame to change things now. I might start to feel old and matronly."
Wrapped in his arms, and listening to the silence, Tonks realized something. "Oh my."
Bill cracked an eye open, his hand still stroking her hair. "Hm?"
"We're free love." Tonks leaned back and grinned wickedly up at him. "We're no longer confined to the master suite. We can reunite with the rug in front of the fireplace."
The same rug on which they'd created the little hellion who had then banned them to the master suite in the first place. Bill cracked up in spite of himself. Deep laughter filled the living room, and he held her tightly. "I should have known you'd never go maudlin on me, pet."
"I'm going to miss him terribly, but he's growing up and I have to accept that." Tonks grinned at him, squeezing in return. "It's only a few months and he'll be back. He promised to write at least once a week, and we can always get Snape to fill us in on the rest, or Minerva. While I doubt Severus is much looking forward to having another Weasley in class, Percy's children have most likely broken him in at this point."
"You can't stop us, really. At this rate we'll have the globe in about a decade." Leaning down to suck and nibble on her neck, he grinned. She WAS right about the rug.
"Hmm. I don't know, love. We just have the one, after all." Tonks entertained herself by tugging his shirt out of his trousers and sliding her hands up underneath. Still nice and firm, even after all these years. Bill was rather narcissistic. He wouldn't let himself go to flab. "Our branch of the Weasley army is a bit short."
"... are you suggesting something, pet?"
"Maybe. It might just be a bit of that empty nest syndrome the other mothers rave on about. All the other Weasley wives have more than one to keep them company as they go off to school." Tonks continued her explorations, unbuttoning his shirt in the process.
"It's not as if we've gotten old or anything." They had tried, and Bill was sure it was his fault that they hadn't been able. It'd been years since they made an effort. Curses were just bound to be... hard on areas. Sighing, he nuzzled her forehead. "If you want one, you know I'll try for you, darling."
"Really I'm just more interested in the attempting part," she teased, tugging on his belt buckle. It would be nice, but it wasn't the end of the world, either. Tonks loved her son very much, and he was more than enough for her. "Think of it. All the shagging. Here, there, everywhere."
"You'll get no complaints out of me!" Bill said with a grin, tugging her to the floor as he kissed her, flopping on his back on the rug.
Tonks wrestled his trousers off him as quickly as she could, tossing them aside. Running her eyes up his body she tried to decide where to start. There was no need to be quiet, use silencing charms, or anything. Kneeling between his knees, she nipped at the inside of his thigh, pulling back a bit to watch the little marks fade quickly.
Bill arched his eyebrow at her. "Now, humor an old man's memory... is this what being dominated was like?"
Yes, he was being an ass.
"No love, that usually involves you on your face and my putting lines across your arse. There's usually rope involved too." Tonks smirked at him from her position, and ran her nails firmly up the inside of one thigh until she was in danger of reaching his more sensitive bits. "Of course, there are other ways, if you feel the need."
"No, I think tomorrow though I'm going to need to do so to you," Bill murmured with a hiss, arching his body up to meet hers. "I want you begging for me."
Yes, this had been missed.
"You mean me, on my hands and knees, looking up at you all full of lust," she began, planting a soft kiss on each hip before moving up his abdomen, tongue slipping out to trace over his skin, "and shamelessly begging you to fuck me until I pass out from exhaustion?"
"I also think you on your knees sucking me off is a lovely image myself," Bill managed, closing his eyes for a moment so he could focus.
"I think I'm fond of that one as well. Of course you always pull me up eventually." Tonks nipped lightly at his stomach while breathing the scent of him in deeply. "Some day I'll win that fight."
"If you did," Bill said, half opening his eyes to look at her, “there'd be no fun for you."
"Not all the fun in my life comes from you getting it up, old man," she told him, winking. "You have all those lovely fingers, and that wicked mouth as well. I'm quite fond of them."
Of course, she couldn't ignore her favourite parts, and as her mouth loved it’s way up his body, her hands moved down, teasing and tempting with the familiarity of many years.
"Fine, woman. Do whatever you want. See if I care," Bill teased right back, reaching out to tweak with one of her peaks. Those were his favourite parts, really.
"I tend to anyway, you know." Finally she reached his mouth, biting lightly at his lower lip while her hand tightened firmly around him, stroking lovingly. "Someone had to keep you in line, you know."
Then she gave up on talking and kissed him, something that she'd never get tired of doing. Laughing slightly against her lips, Bill reached behind her, slipping able fingers between her legs. Someone had to do the same for her, really.
She moaned softly and her hips moved back slightly, encouraging him shamelessly. Eyes closing in pleasure at the added sensation, Tonks was a picture of bliss. Not once, however, did her teasing stop, hand still moving over him, stroking here, rubbing gently there.
Sitting up, Bill decided he'd had more than enough of this. Firmly sitting her on his lap, he gave her a very meaningful look.
"No more teasing now, hm? Things are getting almost painful, love."
Tonks gave him her best patented innocent look, all wide eyes and adorable face, while squirming over him at the same time. Still impressive, that was her Bill. "Did you want something, love?"
Oh, that was her game, hm? Picking her back up, and setting her on the ground, Bill stood up. Very, very carefully. Dammit, this thing almost ached now.
"Nevermind. Clearly, you're not interested."
Tonks debated playing on for a bit, it tended to drive him mad eventually. However there was the rug, and the fireplace, and him. Moving quickly, she tackled him firmly back down to the floor.
"How can I not be interested in you?"
Giving a perfect pout, Bill sighed. "You're practically ignoring it there, pet. All it wants is a little kiss."
"Ask nicely," she demanded, sliding down his body so that the words were exhaled across the tip of him. "Ask nicely and I'll do anything you want."
Bill's eyes were half hooded. "Please, baby. I need you to suck it."
Grinning at him triumphantly, Tonks did just that. Taking him in slowly, and enjoying every bit of it. She loved doing this for him, watching him react, hearing his breath catch and more. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her mouth painfully slowly, her teeth just catching the sides, got her as excited as it did him.
Growling, Bill laced his fingers in her hair, arching his head back. "Faster... stop teasing me..."
He hadn't been dominant in so long, he forgot how.
Tonks did everything in her power to please him, putting all of her experience to work. She knew she'd do anything to make him happy, and when it was this much fun for her as well? It was just a reason to work that much harder. Speeding up for him, she slid her hands under his arse, fingers clenching tightly.
He'd have to pull her off now if he was going to do anything else for a good bit. Maybe. Probably. Hard to say, even. Looking down at her, his eyes asked the question he couldn't manage out himself.
Tonks caught his look and wrinkled her nose at him, telling him silently not to worry. She wanted to do this for him. Then she turned her attention back to what she was doing. There were a million ways he could please her, after all. Throwing his head back again, Bill just let the pleasure stun him into submission, arching his hips with every delectable movement of her mouth. God, he loved this woman.
Tonks kept her eyes wide open, watching his every move, listening for every sound. He was so beautiful to her like this, spread out and swamped with pleasure. Moaning low in her throat in appreciation, she continued on.
Slowly, the bead of pleasure built in his stomach until it consumed him, and Bill fell blissfully over the edge. Tonks swallowed him down eagerly, nursing every bit of his skin before finally pulling back and crawling up his body. Resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him, she sighed happily.
"I love you, old man. More than you'll ever know."
"Love you so much," Bill murmured against her shoulder, closing his eyes for a minute.
Tonks cuddled closer, her hands running lightly over his skin. They had months of this to look forward to, before they were consigned to their rooms again for the holidays. Molly was right. There was a bright side to everything.