RPG: Harry Potter

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WHO: George/Tonks
WHAT: Tonks is drunk and George is in love
GAME: Invenio
AUTHORS: Trinity and JanBoots


George was a nervous wreck. Ever since he'd received Tonks's owl, he had been in a tizzy trying to clean up the flat and finding a place for her to stay. He and Fred had had a huge row about it -- Fred did not want company in their place of residence and didn't trust Tonks one bit and in the end, his twin had gone out in a snit, threatening to stay away until she had gone. George didn't know why his brother was being so stubborn about things -- but he didn't have the energy to argue anymore. There seemed to be too much of that lately and he was tired of it. Besides, Tonks needed a place to stay and she was practically family. His brother had left with taunts of George just wanting to get into the Metamorphmagus's trousers -- which might've been true but he knew she'd never give him a thought.

Tonks didn't even bother trying to Apparate to the shop. She was dead drunk, but not so much so that she didn't realize that Apparating in her current state would most likely wind up in her being splinched. So, she walked to the shop and knocked on the door. "George," she called, swaying slightly, "are you there?"

"Tonks?" He still wasn't using to hearing her voice after all this time. It was different than the one he'd kept in his head for over three years -- it was still hard to believe she was really here after all that time. "Coming...." He ran down the stairs and into the shop, letting her in through the front door. She was clearly pissed -- she reeked of booze and was swaying slightly.

"Wotcher, George!" She fell through the open door and against his chest. "I think I might have had a bit too much to drink tonight! I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Why should I mind? What's the occasion anyway?" George put a supportive arm around her and lead her back towards the stairs leading to the flat. "C'mon, let's go upstairs and get you settled."

he leaned on him heavily as he guided her upstairs. "Oh, you know, the usual. The man I love is dead, my best friend hates me, the Order thinks I'm a traitor...that old thing."

"Who hates you, love? No one hates you..." George insisted, bringing her into the parlour and putting her on the sofa. "And fuck the Order, they don't know who the bloody furry animal is so it's just easy to point fingers and blame somebody, anybody. Can I get you a cuppa? Something to eat? You look wrecked."

She laughed. "More liquor, preferably. The whole point of tonight was to drink till I passed out, and obviously, I'm not there yet." Sinking back into the sofa, she scowled at no one in particular. "And someone does hate me. Remus does, but he just doesn't understand!"

"Oi, no passing out or puking on my sofa, please. I'm not that good at cleaning and Fr-, erm, it would just make me feel terrible to watch you in that state, Dora. Tea is good, food is good, I'll even let you drink more as long as you get something in your belly first." George frowned. "And I will have to have words with our Remus if he really does hate you. What doesn't he understand and how can I make him do so?"

Tonks furrowed her eyebrows. "He doesn't understand anything! He thinks I'm a fool for standing up to that bint at the Order meeting. Says I probably made her a target." She tried to stand, but couldn't quite manage it and flopped back down on the sofa. "Well, if she's a target now, she bloody well deserves it! And it's certainly not my fault!"

George looked at her soberly and patted her hand. "No, it's not your fault. If there is a mole in the Order, she was made a target as soon as she walked into the room unannounced. I don't know what Harry was playing at just bringing her in like that to be honest and Remus ought to know better. He's letting a pair of perky Bristols sway his head, if you ask me."

Tonks laughed drunkenly. "They're not even that nice! Mine are better, but only because I can change them." She clapped a hand over her mouth. "Did I just say that?"

George grinned. "Yeah, you did. And I wasn't certainly wasn't saying that hers were nicer. They're most certainly not." He blushed slightly. "Then again, does Remus even notice that sort of thing?"

"You know, I really don't know. But he has been looking at me differently lately." She chewed a fingernail absently. "That's why I had to leave. I don't know what to do when he looks at me like that."

"Must be nice," George mused, not sure what she meant by like that and not sure he wanted to know. He knew he had no chance with her but it didn't mean he wanted someone else to be with her either. At least not yet. "Can't blame the bloke though."

Tonks tilted her head, looking at him thoughtfully. "You know why I like being around you, George?" she said thoughtfully. "Because you don't think I'm completely nutters. I like that." Suddenly feeling rather unlike the happy drunk who'd stumbled into the flat not long ago, she leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Everyone thinks there's something wrong with me. But not you."

"I didn't say I didn't think you weren't completely nutters," he said with a chuckle. "I just don't see the point in being a fucking hypocrite about it, Tonks. We're all damaged, we're all messed up, so why pretend we're any better than anyone else? The War took its toll on all of us...it's fucking stupid to pretend otherwise. There's nothing wrong with you -- at least nothing more than should be considering what you went through. How many of them could have survived at all?"

"Not a single one of them." She looked up at him. "Well, maybe you. You always were stronger than you believed, George."

He shook his head. "I went mad at the first sign of trouble, love. I wouldn't have lasted a day in their clutches. Not unless they were really nice blokes who wanted to play Exploding Snap night and day." He grimaced. "You shouldn't have had to go through that. No one should have."

Tonks rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, I did, and I'm not any better for it. And I'd give anything to go back to before...Merlin, I miss Charlie."

That stung George more than he wanted it to. "I know you do, love. We all do. I miss my whole bloody family."

"Me too." She lifted her head and looked at him intently. "George, I'm going to kiss you now,"she said, slurring her words again. And she leaned in and kissed him--a kiss that was more than just an innocent peck. She didn't know why she did it, and she wasn't going to stop.

George was taken aback as she clamped her mouth on his -- half of him wanted to grab her and kiss her back for all it was worth, the other half of him needed her not to do that to him. The better side won out and he gently but reluctantly pushed her away. "Dora, what the hell are you doing? You're pissed out of your gourd, you don't know what you're doing and you're going to regret this when you're sober."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, George Weasley!" Of course, in her addled state, she didn't really know, but damned if she'd admit that. So she just said the first thing that came to her mind. "Do you have any idea how long it's been? I just want to feel normal again. A normal woman, with normal desires, and no bloody strings attached! Can't I just have that?"

"I..." George looked at her, lost. He'd wanted this for so long and now that she was offering it on a silver platter, he had no idea what to do. All he could think of was how angry Katie had been with him for using her and he couldn't, wouldn't do that to Tonks. "Tonks, I just don't want you to hate me in the morning. I don't want you to hate me at all." He touched her face tenderly, his hand trembling.

She covered his hand with hers. "I would never hate you, George. But please...I need this right now. I need to feel real."

"Tonks..." he breathed, moving in to kiss her, still shaking. "You know I'd give you anything, don't you? No matter what you think of me."

"I don't ask for much," she breathed, "just to be human again." He kissed like Charlie did, which she hadn't expected, and it took her breath away. Her heart raced as she kissed him back, with passion she didn't think she still possessed. "Oh, George..." she murmured against his lips..

"Dora..." he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight, kissing her with all the passion he could muster. He'd never kissed a woman like this before, never wanted to kiss anyone like this before...it seemed so surreal but he didn't care. She asked, and he would oblige. He let his tongue tease against her lips, slipping it into her mouth, exploring, probing, wanting her more than ever.

She leaned heavily agianst him, melting into his embrace. With her eyes closed she could pretend it was her lost soulmate, but she didn't. That wouldn't be fair to George. And he was making her feel things she hadn't felt in so long...she ran her hands up his back, through his hair, kissing him like she was drowning and he was air. She shifted against him, pressing her hips against his.

A low moan escaped his lips as he felt her mold herself against him, his body responding to her proximity. How long had he wanted her to be here with him like this? When had he fallen for her....? It seemed like forever and now, finally, he was getting his wish. He kissed her harder, more urgently, his fingers buried in her hair. He half-expected her to change her mind, to beg him to stop, for her sake, for Charlie's.

She felt him respond, and it made her want him...want this even more. Her kisses were fiercer now, crushing her lips to his, and she pressed against him with more passion. Her hands slid over his body, wanting desperately to get his clothes off but unsure how to voice her desires. Iin the past three years, her only sexual experiences had been in captivity, and never about what she wanted. She'd grown used to being rather passive.

George took her passivity for reluctance, not sure if he should continue or not. Still, he had wanted her for so long that unless she flat out stopped him, he was going to continue. He brushed one hand down the front of her shirt to cup her breast, thrilling as he felt her nipple hardening at his touch. His kisses trailed down her lips to her chin and her throat, then over to one ear so he could whisper "Do you know how much I want you, Tonks?"

She gasped as his hand found her breast, and again when he whispered in her ear. To be wanted, truly desired by someone was a thing she'd forgotten was possible, and it made her shake a bit form nervousness and excitement. "Oh, George," she said breathlessly, "please..."

"You sure?" he asked before running his tongue along the curve of her ear. He needed to hear it from her, needed to know for certain that she wanted him, not Charlie, not Remus, not anyone else. Even if it was only for tonight. He continued to caress her breast, his own excitement growing.

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm sure..." She pressed her mouth to his once more, hoping that he'd sense the need that she couldn't bring herself to put into words. Her back arched to press her breast into his hand, desperately craving more.

George continued to toy with her breast, his mouth moving to nuzzled her neck and the hollow of her throat. He could feel his erection straining against his jeans, the dull throb becoming a constant ache. He worked his kisses to the front of her top, biting at her erect nipples through the thin fabric, watching her, gauging her reaction to everything he did. He wanted to please her more than anything in the world.

Her reaction was instinctual, moaning his name and shifting underneath him. She'd forgotten it could feel like this, and now she was feeling everything a hundred times over. It made her want him so badly, locking eyes with him and hoping he'd understand. She needed this from him.

Seeing her looking at him like that just made his cock throb harder. It was like his best wank fantasy come to life and more. He felt a little silly for even thinking of that when he had her in his arms, wanting him, responding to him the way he'd always hoped she would, but he couldn't help it.

She reached tentatively for his shirt, then stopped. A part of her wanted to keep going, but another part of her remembered something she'd been taught while at the mercy of her aunt, something that came to be very important--do nothing unless told to. So instead she waited, passive and wanting, hoping he'd do something more.

George was taken aback for a moment, again expecting for her to say she'd changed her mind. He faltered for a minute, then took one of her hands in his, kissing the palm and placing it on the row of buttons on his shirt before going back to lavishing his attention on her breasts, praying she wouldn't beg him to stop.

She still wasn't sure it was okay, but she undid one button, then another, all the while holding his gaze. Finally, when he didn't stop her, she undid all the buttons and slid the shirt over his shoulders, trembling. Then she looked away suddenly, not sure what she should do next, and a bit embarrassed.

He was surprised by her response...the last thing he'd expected was to find Nymphadora Tonks was shy. Then again, she'd been through so much that he knew he shouldn't assume anything about her anymore. "Good girl," he whispered, working his fingers under her top to repay the favour.

Smiling a bit, she willingly obliged as he pulled off her top. The cold air hitting her skin made her shiver, and in a move she thought was rather bold (and having to squelch the little voice inside saying she was going to get in a lot of trouble for this), she quickly wrapped her arms around George. The feeling of his skin on hers was thrilling, and she ran her hands lightly over his back.

He only had a moment or two to marvel how gorgeous she looked in just her jeans and bra before she put her arms around him and caressed his back. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping at the tender skin very gently, breathing in her scent. He fought the urge to rush things, to just tear off her jeans and take her -- if she'd been a randy girl like Katie, he would have -- but he could see she was hesitant about things, unsure, and he wanted to savour every single inch of her, every single moment of their time together, in case it never happened again.

"George...please..." She wanted more--wanted him to take her, use her as he pleased. It was what she was used to, what she'd experienced so often that now she wasn't sure if she could enjoy sex any other way.

"What's wrong?" He lifted his head in concern. "Do you want me to stop?" George traced the line of her jaw, running his fingers across her lips. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, Tonks."

"Don't stop," she whispered, locking eyes with him. "I need this." She caught his hand and kissed his fingertips, then slowly, timidly brought hsi hand to rest on her damp crotch. "I need you. Please."

"Okay, okay..." George chuckled, pleased to feel just how damp her knickers were. He wasn't certain that she'd actually had a response -- she was so quiet by comparison to other women he'd been with. "Do you know how badly I want you?" He kissed her hungrily, gently stroking the fabric between her legs. "Do you know how badly I've always wanted you?"

Tonks drew in a sharp breath as he touched her, the responses he was bringing out of her making her feel almost like her old self. She missed that side of her--the naughty, teasing, animal-in-the-sack Dora Tonks that Charlie had loved so much. "Tell me," she whispered in his ear, tongue tracing the line of his earlobe, "how badly you've wanted me."

George groaned, his erection straining further against his jeans. He'd never expected to hear her say anything like that and now that she had, it ran down to his very core. "I have wanted you since the first time I saw you at HQ. You were wearing a pair of tight, patched jeans and a faded Holyhead Harpies teeshirt...it was green and really showed off those amazing tits of yours...." He bent his head to tug at her nipples through the thin lacey fabric of her bra. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you. If I could have had you right then and there, I would've but being all of 17 and around my family, it didn't work out that way."

Tonks smiled slightly. "Right then and there, hmmm?" She sucked lightly on his earlobe. "And what would you have done to me, that day at headquarters?"

George chuckled, then pulled her into his lap, letting her straddle his thighs. "You mean what wouldn't I have done, more like? Hmmmmmmm..." He cupped her arse through her skirt, pressing her against him so she could feel his hard-on. "Well, first, I'd have thrown you over one of those horrible overstuffed chairs, torn off those jeans and taken you just for tempting me the way you did." He didn't bother to mention how often he'd fantasized just that very thing.

Tonks couldn't believe it. She was an Auror, she was supposed to pick up on things like this...of course, looking back, she supposed there were signs. But she'd never thought how he felt about her reached this extent. It was oddly thrilling. 'Do it," she said, grinding against his straining erection. "Take me like that. I don't have the shirt anymore, but we can pretend..." She winked at him.

"You're worth a lot more to me than a quick hard shag..." George insisted, fumbling with the catch on her bra. He really wanted to go slow, to explore every inch of her, to make her beg for him but she seemed to light up as soon as he'd mentioned the other way. He kissed her hard on the mouth, sucking on her lower lip with abandon.

"Really?" She murmured the word into his lips, kissing him fiercely. Her tongue ran over and around his, taking in the taste of him, of their mingled tastes. "Then how do you want me, George?" She pulled away and buried her face in his neck, biting lightly at his skin. "You can have me any way you want me," she said breathlessly. "You can do anything..."

Her words caused the blood to surge in his veins, sent his pulse racing. "I must be dreaming..." he breathed, continuing to fondle her jean-clad arse. "I want you to suck me...I want to feel that lucious mouth of yours on me." He knew it wasnt very inventive but he felt lucky he could think at all considering the fact that all his blood had to have gone from his brain to his engorged cock by now.

His words jolted her back to reality and reminded her that she had never before been allowed to be so bold. What made her think she could be so now? Things never really changed. She knew how she was expected to behave, and so she gave George what he'd asked for, sinking to her knees and unzipping his pants, freeing his erection. As she wrapped her lips around him, she remembered the most important lesson she'd been taught by Bellatrix--Nymphadora Tonks always does as she's told.

George sat there in amazed silence, watching her as she dropped to her knees and did as he asked. He'd only been half-serious about the request, assuming she'd say 'no' or at least tease him a bit...but now his cock was in her warm, yielding mouth and he could barely think at all, let alone consider what had just happened. He buried his fingers in her hair, whispering words of encouragement, trying to keep a kernel of control over his responses. "That's my girl, that's my good girl...oh Christ, Tonks, do you know how good that feels?"

She felt a very cold, very unpleasant surge of hatred course through her at his words. It would take an entire Quidditch league's worth of fingers and toes to count the number of times she'd heard those words...both by Bellatrix and by other Death Eaters, including Voldemort himself. Still, she did not stop, because she knew that if she did, the consequences would be horrible.

He was suddenly aware of a change in her, whether it was her body language or the way she was touching him or something more subtle, he didn't know...but something was different. Something was wrong. He let her go and pushed her away from him; it took all of his resolve to do it. "Wait. Don't...Tonks, what's wrong? And don't tell me it's nothing because you're obviously not happy about something." He knew he looked totally undignified -- what was it about women that they felt honour bound to humilate him in the middle of things? "I can't do this with you. Not like this..."

She stopped and looked up, speaking without even thinking about it...a habitual reaction developed after being in many, many similar situations. "I'm sorry," she said, hanging her head. "I can do better, I can. I will. Just please, don't..." it was like she was on auto-pilot now, like she'd forgotten that it was George in the room with her and not some masked Death Eater holding a wand to her head. Like she'd forgotten that she wasn't anyone's prisoner.

"Don't what...?" George had given up on anything actually happening between them now; Tonks was looking at him like she expected him to beat her or worse. "Tonks, this is me, okay? I'm not expecting you to...look, get off the floor, sit down over here, tell me what's going on because I can't...we can't...this is not what I want. Not at all."

She began to cry. "Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry. I just..." She faltered for a moment. "It's hard sometimes, you know? Remembering I'm not still with them...I don't know, I just forget sometimes." A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "I've gone and messed things up again. Got quite a knack for that, haven't I?"

"Don't say that," he said, putting his arms around her, not caring that she was topless or that he had his trousers around his ankles. "It was really nice until...you're an amazing woman, Tonks, and I do want you. I just want it to be an equal thing not...well, whatever it was you were doing just now. I'm not one of them -- I could never do that to you. I think you're beautiful and sexy and deserving of worship."

"I don't want to be worshipped," she murmured, clinging to him. "I just want to be normal. Respected. Can you do that for me?"

"I just meant..." George rubbed at his forehead, looking embarrassed. "I just think you're amazing, woman. You'll never be just normal to me but that doesn't mean I think you're a goddess or what have you...I just...I've never known anyone like you. I know I'm not Charlie, I wouldn't try to be..." He wasn't even sure his words were getting through to her, beneath his calm exterior, his own emotions were threatening to overtake him.

"I don't want another Charlie," she said, looking up at him. "And I don't want you to be something you're not." Now she was the one who felt a bit embarrassed. "I didn't mean to go mental on you just then, honestly. But there were...things...that happened while I was gone, and some of them became such a part of me that I don't know how to let them go. But...um..." she smiled sheepishly, "I'm willing to give it another go if you are."

George reached over and smoothed her hair off her face. "I'd do anything for you, Tonks. If there's something, anything, you need to tell me about what happened, you can. I promise I wont judge. I'm the last bloke who can do that...and I- blimey, might was well say it- I love you. Loved you. It doesn't matter what you think of me, okay? Just know I'm here for you."

For a moment, Tonks was speechless. Nobody had said anything like that to her in a long time. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, gentler and less urgently than their previous kisses. "Thank you," she said simply against his lips, kissing him again and again. 'Thank you."

"I know, I sound like a total sop," he said, embarrassed and blushing slightly. "It just seemed like you ought to know how I feel. That you needed to know that I wasn't just using you for any reason. I couldn't do that...I'm not saying I'm perfect or anything...hardly..." He kissed her again, this time letting his feelings for her flood to the surface.

Her excitement started to grow again as he kissed her breath away, and she melted into him. Her hands wandered over his back and shoulders, feeling some of her previous boldness coming back to her. "Don't be perfect," she murmured. "Just be you. Make love to me, George."

"I like the sound of that," he said huskily, savouring the feeling of her fingers on his bare skin. "If...if I say or do anything wrong, that bothers you, you'll tell me, yeah? I don't want to hurt you, Tonks. You've been through enough."

"Yeah," she agreed. Her hands grew bolder as they traveled over his chest, lingering over sensitive spots. One hand reached lower, hesitantly, and stroked his cock lightly, feeling it grow harder under her touch.

"Uhh," he groaned, arching into her touch. "Godric, you're good, woman." He wrapped an arm around her neck and drew her in for another lingering kiss.

Taking that a sign that she could go further, she wrapped her hand around his erection and firmly stroked its length. She pressed her body into his, deepening the kiss and sucking a bit on his bottom lip.

His hands found their way to touch her bared breasts, gently rolling her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, kissing her back with growing urgency.

She gasped and stroked him faster, letting her own need drive her actions. Still, she wanted more, and she knew exactly what that was--she wanted him imside her, wanted to feel him comsuming her. As he played with her breasts, ahd whimpered and arched her back, grinding her damp knickers over his erection.

He reached under her skirt, tugging at her knickers, raising her up enough to take them off completely. Then he pulled her into his lap, letting her face him, his hard cock nestled between her damp thighs. "Godric, you're beautiful" And she was, despite the tears, despite the fact that she'd been drunk and upset.

"I'm not," she whispered, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him hungrily, letting everything go--her hesitation, her fear, her insecurities. "I'm not beautiful." And she shifted slightly, pulling him insnde her and throwing her head back in pleasure. A low moan sounded from the back of her throat.

"Hush, woman, you are too," George insisted, burying his face in her shoulder, feeling her tightening around him. "Oh bloody Merlin, that's..." His words trailed off into a groan of pleasure as she shifted on top of him. He put his hands on her hips, slowly drawing her up then down again.

"So good," she said breathlessly, following his rhythm. "Oh, George...so good..." He thrust into her and found just the right spot, and she cried out loudly. She didn't care who heard. "Yes, oh gods...do that again," she said, smiling.

"What? That?" He repeated the motion with a hint of a smile, looking more like his old self than he had in ages. "Like that, do you?"

Tonks let out a breathless moan, biting the corner of her lip. "Yes," she gasped. "Like that." Her fingernails raked across his back and dug into his hips, pulling him even further inside her.

He let out another groan, then leaned down to bite and kiss her neck, tightening his grip on her hips. "You...are...incredible..." he panted

"Oh, George," she murmured, over and over again. Placing her hands behind her for balance, she thrust against him with abamdon, back arched and head thrown back, exposing a lonjg stretch of pale skin. She moved against him, grinding and moaning. "Yes...that's it...oh, George, yes..."

He'd never felt anything like it before -- so many women and yet, none of them ever like this. She was as magnificent as he'd always imagined, as passionate and tight and wet and enthusiastic... He continued to thrust up into her as deep as he could, taking comfort in their coupling, wanting to give her all he could.

Her release was so close, and she wanted it so desperately. She groaned and quickened her rhythm. "Touch me, George" she said with a moan, "touch my clit." She raised her head to look at him. "I'm so close," she breathed.

He nodded dumbly, fumbling to move his hand between her legs, stroking her clit with the tip of his thumb while he kept a firm hold of her with his other hand. He wanted to give her release, bring her pleasure even more than he wanted to do it for himself. "Come for me, love...come for me..."

"Yes..." she sighed, arching into his touch. She'd given up on rhythm long ago, letting her instincts guide her towards release, and now she was nearly there. "Oh...I'm coming...oh, George!" And her back arched sharply and she was writhing on top of him, undulating her hips and crying his name again and again.

Her cries were enough to send him over the edge as well. He gripped her tightly, spasming and shuddering as he buried deep inside her, spilling hard. He crushed his mouth against hers to stifle his own moans, not wanting to break the connection.

Tonks slumped against him, smiling. "Thank you, George" she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him again and again. "Thank you." She felt better than she had in months.

"Thank you..." George laughed, feeling like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "All these years and I finally get to see what I've been imagining. Sure beats using Miss Rosy Palmer..." George felt himself blushing. "Might as well admit it -- seems like you were the only one who didn't know. Well, and Charlie..." His face fell at the thought of his brother.

Tonks winced a bit when he mentioned Charlie. "Yes, well, now I know. And I'm glad I do." She'd actually suspected that George's feelings for her went beyond just friendship, but she hadn't any idea they extended this far.

"If you and Charlie...if things had..." George flushed. "I'd never have come between you. You know that, right?"

"I know," she nodded. 'But I don't want to think about Charlie right now."

He fingered her hair tenderly. "I know. I just wanted you to know. It's like with Remus too - I don't know what's between you, but if something is, it's okay. I'm not telling you how I feel cos I want to chain you to me or anything. Just, well, " he shrugged, "I'm a total git and need to share."

"I don't know if there is anything between me and Remus," she said quietly, laying her head on his chest. "It's...complicated. I don't need complicated."

"Well, then I'm your man, Miss Tonks. I'm as simple as they come. Just ask anyone," George cradled her in his arms, tousling her hair a bit more.

"Good," Tonks said, smiling up at him. "I think I'll stick with you, then." She leaned heavily against him, drinking in the comforting feeling of being in his arms. Simple sounded like a very good idea.

"I have no complaints," George replied, a bit befuddled by how quickly things had turned around between them. Not that he was going to walk away from a good thing, even if Fred thought it was a bad idea. "Merlin, you're an amazing woman." He buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Tonks, for her part, was thinking through a post-coital haze, and it certainly wasn't helping her to think clearly. "I'm not amazing," she murmured.

"So say you," George nuzzled her neck. "I beg to differ, woman."

"You're the one who's amazing," she said, stroking the side of his face lightly. "I had no idea..."

"You never asked," he teased, working his kisses up to her earlobe again. "I would've told you."

She shivered slightly. "I should have taken the time to get to know you better," she said, kissing his jawline. "I mean, we were going to be family."

"And the family that plays together, stays together?" he chuckled, hoping that somewhere, somehow Charlie would appreciate the joke. He stuck his tongue in her ear, his breath warm and soothing

She giggled, the whole side of her body twitching. "That tickles," she gasped. "But don't stop..."

"Your wish is my command, gorgeous..." He repeated the action.

Tonks giggled again and clutched at him. "George!" She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, then pulled back and laughed. It felt so good just to laugh again.

"Yes?" He did it a third time, now reaching down to tickle her ribs. It sounded so good to hear her laughter, to make her feel good rather than causing pain.

"Tickles," she said breathlessly, laughing. She squrmed under him in a half-hearted attempted to get away, then pulled him to her and kissed him. "It's nice to laugh again."

"It's nice to hear you laugh again, love. And to make someone laugh again. It's been ages...not since..." He shook off the rest of the thought, leaning in to kiss her gently. "Now, can I get you to scream with pleasure again? That would be a feat, wouldn't it?"

"I certainly wouldn't object if you tried," she said coyly. She kissed him again, then leaned in to kiss his neck. "It would be quite a feat."

"See, I'm always up for a challenge..." He started to chuckle. "Poor choice of words though it is true. Damn, you're sexy, woman."

Grinning, she slid her hand down to touch him. "You are up for the challenge," she said, sliding her hand over him. The laughter had greatly increased her confidence, and she was definitely feeling sexy.

He groaned at her touch, feeling himself getting harder. "Indeed," he managed to get out, again fighting the urge to just tip her over on her back and take her.

Tonks raised an eyebrow at him. "Cat got your tongue?" She stroked him more firmly, watching his reaction.

"Mmmmmmm. What? No. Just...distracted by your hands. I'm simple, remember? So that means I can only concentrate on one thing at a time." He let out a little groan again, reaching up to stroke her breast.

Her back arched into his touch, and she found herself speechless, the witty comeback forgotten on her tongue. She moaned slightly and kissed him again, her tongue probing his mouth in time with the rhythm of her hand as she stroked him, wrapping her hand around his cock.

He could feel her getting damper as she squirmed in his lap and his fingers tweaked and toyed with her already hard nipples. The sensation of her hand on his cock was nearly enough to take him over the edge; the realisation that this was Tonks doing this with him was almost too much to bear.

Tonks groaned and ground her hips against him, sending a shiver of pleasure straight up her spine. She took her hand away from his erection, moving her hips so that he was right at her entrance. Her hand reached up to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair and pulling him to her for a long, lingering kiss as she shifted her hips, sliding her slick folds along the length of his cock, but not taking him inside her yet.

"Oh, Godric, woman...." he moaned. "You're going to be the death of me...and I'm going to die with a smile on my face." The fact that she was rubbing herself against his cock was driving him mad, making him want her even more than before. He didn't think it was possible.

"Maybe you'll be the one screaming," she whispered, leaning in very, very close and tickling his ear with her breath. She kept rubbing herself against him, eyes half-lidded and moaning slightly in pleasure.

"That's...quite...possible," he panted, his hips starting to move involuntarily, his cock rubbing against her slick, wet labia. "Keep that up and I might."

'I think I'd like that," she murmured, still sliding over him. Finally she stopped, his cock right at her entrance, and she looked in his eyes. "I want you inside me, George."