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nymphadorauror in fiery_inception

Distract me from my thoughts, once more.

May 18, 2006 21:33

Date: Thursday May 18, 2000
Time: 6ish pm
Place: London, Charlie’s shack
Characters Involved: Charlie and Tonks
Rating: PG-13?
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( If fear alters behavior, you're already defeated. --Brenda Hammond )

status: complete, character: nymphadora tonks, character: charlie weasley

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nymphadorauror May 26 2006, 00:21:22 UTC

Tonks guffawed. Fascination?! Fascination! She couldn’t believe he would conclude something like that about her.

“Excuse me? You are a wanker. I’m not fascinated about it…I’m not even thrilled about it. But there you have it, that’s what you are.” She wobbled up to rest on both of her elbows now as Charlie leaned back to sit on his heels. She had a right mind to lift one of her legs up really quick and hard, and see what happened. Ok, she wasn’t that cruel- but only when sober ( ... )

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 06:11:32 UTC

If Tonks was of conscious and attentive mentality, and was not in a situation that involved loosely threaded emotions that were drowning in liquor, perhaps none of this would have happened. Well, she wouldn’t have been here to see Charlie if her mind frame wasn’t bruised, and Tonks would not have had a desire to drink due to the bruising, and she certainly wouldn’t have snogged Charlie had it not been for consumption. Downward spiral? Perhaps, but there is always more to the puzzle. Right now, the puzzle was getting quite perplexing ( ... )

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 06:33:31 UTC

Charlie had managed to get Tonks' first shirt undone- before she pulled away abruptly, nestling her face next to his in an almost nervous way. He smiled- and with breathing that was already slightly laboured, he moved his face away from Tonks' burrowing and began lying soft kisses along her jawline- down her neck- His hand coming upon some sort of undershirt. What was this?

He looked up, an eyebrow cocked.

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 06:45:35 UTC

Tonks tilted and welcomed Charlie’s kisses along her jaw, and then down her neck, though her neck was sensitive to his kisses and made her skin frost over with goose pimplies. And then a hand came up on her naked stomach and then rested over her undershirt, where it froze and did not finish the movement she thought for sure was coming. Even the tantalizing kisses on her neck stopped, and suddenly Charlie was looking down at her with a silly, questioning expression ( ... )

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 07:35:47 UTC

"Oh." Charlie smiled and nodded reassuringly. Poor girl looked nervous again. She was easily upset... at least, with this sort of thing. His voice, too, was low- almost weak, but warm. "Yes. Don't worry."

He managed to stretch and move up enough to give her a soothing, if not tender, peck on the lips- helping her back onto the pillows, before making his way back down her with kisses- The hand that had frozen on her undershirt worked its way back onto the warm, naked flesh of her stomach- and up-

He was going to get that infernal shirt off.

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 13:48:10 UTC

‘Yes. Don’t worry.’ Charlie’s voice echoed to her in her mind, chiseling away her nervousness and anxiety, and so did a sealing kiss, to which then kiss were caressed over her again. It was hard for her to stay nervous when he kissed her, and it was hard to react when his hands moved with purpose over her waiting body. Sometime later Tonks would lecture herself for being weak and seemingly helpless- for she was neither, but Charlie was certainly bringing it out of her ( ... )

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 18:28:54 UTC

Charlie paused for a moment as Tonks voiced her worry. Was he sure? Yes, pretty damn sure. His hands had been about to push the thin cloth of the undershirt up- but they waited.

"If what?" He asked, looking at her, his face still very close to her- his breath hot on her skin. Once again, he drew himself up to Tonks- their faces close to touching. He looked at her a moment before opening himself to her once again. Why was she so intent on stopping the inevitable?

As their kisses grew fierce again, Charlie broke himself from her- and began to tug his own pullover over his head. Its blasted sleeves, which were long from wear, had been getting in the way the entire time. With one final pull, it slipped over his head and was quickly cast aside.

Charlie, while not exactly buff, was lean and well-toned, his alcohol consumption not yet taking much physical affect, and his dragon handling years having just come to a close.

--And once the his shirt was off, he moved down Tonks' body- his hands returning to their task of pushing the flimsy ( ... )

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 19:59:18 UTC

Oh god. If this was hell, let her burn forever ( ... )

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 20:09:59 UTC

Charlie felt something bump underneath his exploring hands- somethere where there should have been no bump- he drew his finger across the smooth width of what he recognised as a scar. He looked at it, inquisitive. How does one get a scar-- there, of all places? --But before he could think about his own question, the cloth that he had just pushed away, came back down- removing the scar from his vision. He frowned slightly and looked up as Tonks began to speak breathily.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his own voice breathless, pulling his hands out and placing them idly on her still naked stomach. She was worried- was she sobering up? Charlie made sure not to look displeased or disappointed- but there was an almost definitive air that it was over.

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 20:23:14 UTC

“I just don’t think…..” She mumbled in heated whispers, but stopped hesitantly. Her hands went back to Charlie's bare shoulders and caressed them gently, for she was nervous to talk, nervous about hesitating, nervous about stopping. “I… don’t think I can do this….” She felt chills and shakes demand control over her body, as well as a cold sting of fear finally breaking past the fire inside her gut. The fear of what more could come if they continued, and the fear of not knowing if she even wanted it. She thought she did, everything that was happening was so very delightful and enthralling, but what of the rest of this game? Would it be something she could handle? She was too unsure to be able to even hint at a yes.

Her eyes lowered and she bit her bottom lip, not liking the look on Charlie’s face when his features were in focus. “I’m sorry.” She forced out as she again felt like she was two inches tall and about to be squished.

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 20:34:43 UTC

Charlie smiled at Tonks fondly, bringing a hand up to touch her cheek gently- why did she always have to be so apologetic? Always so worried. He touched her to get her to look at him. "-Don't be sorry."

He shifted himself so that he was lying next to her again- instead of on top, but bodies still close. With his free hand, he reached down to grab a corner of his quilt, that lay forgotten and tangled at the foot of the mattress. The sudden bout of cold that had hit him after being-- stopped, was covered as the blanket was pulled up to his chin- and over Tonks.

"There's nothing to worry about," he said, pulling his feet up and under the warmth of the old quilt.

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 20:59:05 UTC

Reluctantly Tonks lifted her gaze to look at Charlie again, being guided by his tender caress. She almost held her breath, starting to worry about what he would say or do, but his smile and his kind words eased her quickly. She moved and put a hand on top of his, that touched her cheek, and squeezed his hand with her face and fingers a moment, hoping that would cover over the words she wanted to say but couldn’t. Then she let Charlie go, and he moved to rest next to her ( ... )

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 21:11:03 UTC

"Tonks," Charlie said in a near whisper, feeling her head come to rest on his shoulder- her hair tickling his nose- and hearing her sharp intake of breath. He pulled his head back a little to look down at her. "What is it?"

Exhausted. He was absolutely exhausted. Charlie rubbed an eye wearily, pushing up his glasses to do so, before returning his gaze to Tonks.

nymphadorauror May 27 2006, 21:18:46 UTC

She shifted and leaned closer against Charlie, just a bit, but turned her head so he could hear her.

“It’s nothing… Charlie… I’m just….tired.”

God, she hated lying, but she would hate talking about her confusion more, so she opted to lie and put an end to her torment. She really was starting to feel lifeless again, heavy and fatigued. It would probably be best to sleep on her troubles and hope to have some clarity when she woke up. One of her hands reached over and squeezed Charlie’s arm, underneath the quilt.

“Just tired… we should… sleep.”

charlie_weasel May 27 2006, 21:30:10 UTC

"Good idea," Charlie said with a slight yawn, pulling his glasses off and setting them on a nearby crate- without looking, because well, he lived here and knew where the crate was. He wasn't sure if that was really the issue- as she had sounded more frightened than tired, but now, he figured, wasn't really the time to bring it up.

He burrowed closer to Tonks, pulled the quilt tight, and shut his heavy eyes. It was only a matter of moments before he was gone- there were no thoughts tormenting him. Sleep washed over his body like a wave.

nymphadorauror May 28 2006, 01:03:47 UTC

Tonks nodded slightly to Charlie’s comment, and then curled up as best she could against the half naked man beside her. A yawn broke forth from her tense jaw, and she knew once she shut down and received sleep’s efficacious kiss, she would be gone to travel into dreams. But for a moment, she could not rest, or give in to the slumber breaking down her anxiety. Her mind was still working hard to put together the right pieces and give Tonks some answers. How did they end up this way? Why did they involve themselves with each other so adamantly? Did she mean to kiss Charlie, or was she just a stupid drunk? Drinking doesn’t cause euphoria does it ( ... )

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