spontaneous fic
Title: Anything you can do...
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: 515
Summary: Harry/Tonks
Challenge: Harry/Tonks; "Something involving genderfuck and/or parselmouth."
Author Notes: Written on and off over the space of two hours (in between actually working hard, I swear!) for lizardlaugh, thanks to tarie's spur of the moment ficwishlistage
The shirtless young man in an overlarge pair of dark jeans stood flexing, admiring his muscles for a moment longer before leaning close, examining the obvious scar on his forehead. Satisfied, he turned and ran into yet another reflection, tangible and real.
His doppleganger slid arms identical to his around him, pulling him close enough to lock bright green eyes from just the right height.
"Tonks. This should be disturbing."
"Shh. you'll ruin it. I know you've wondered."
One boy pushed to kiss the other; one boy raised his hand to tangle in the other's hair. Someone made to unbuckle a belt and divest the other of trousers and pants, backing him to the edge of the bed, knocking him backwards and landing astride his naked hips, His own erection straining viciously against the baggy jeans to make contact with it's twin.
The boy laid flat on the bed grinned and shook his head before being caught in another hungry kiss; holding his reflection tight at the hips. He broke it, striving for a serious moment.
"This is far too dangerous, love. We should be making sure you're ready for this mission... it could... you're going..."
"Blah blah blah; danger danger danger; Tonks, you could die and we'd never shag again, etc. Yes. That's nothing new." The boy on top ground his hips down and grinned as the other hissed and bit his lip. "Besides, you don't think I've spent enough time around you to have your little habits down pat?"
Recovering slightly Harry raised himself onto his elbows, his grin dissolving as he spoke with increasing hesitation. "This is different. And I don't... don't want to lose you; not when... after... because I'm... Fuck. I want you. I mean, I want you there with me, not off distracting Lestrange and his cronies. There's got to be another way."
Tonks leaned down to speak from no more than two inches from Harry's face. "There is not. There is no Polyjuice to be had anywhere within Dumbledore's reach and no way for you to be in two places at once. I'm a big girl and a dirty fighter, and no one else can be you and really BE you. Now bloody well kiss me unless you'd like to spend the next hour or so arguing instead of shagging."
Still doubtful, he stared past Tonks with a mixture of anger, fear, worry and resignation; he'd had no choice yet again, and yet again it was someone he loved being put in direct danger.
Seeing the familiar look on his face, Tonks leaned further and slid down slightly to press a cajoling whisper to his ear. "How do you suppose it feels to have your own cock up your arse?"
Lightning-quick, Harry had thrown and pinned her with another searing kiss. "Not nearly as good as you do. Change back."
"But Harry..."
"Change. Back."
"Harry..."
Harry pressed his parted lips to her(his) ribcage and set his tongue against his bottom teeth, hissing his response. "Change. Back."
The body underneath his arched hard against him and began to shift.
"Go on then. Imitate that."
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: 515
Summary: Harry/Tonks
Challenge: Harry/Tonks; "Something involving genderfuck and/or parselmouth."
Author Notes: Written on and off over the space of two hours (in between actually working hard, I swear!) for lizardlaugh, thanks to tarie's spur of the moment ficwishlistage
The shirtless young man in an overlarge pair of dark jeans stood flexing, admiring his muscles for a moment longer before leaning close, examining the obvious scar on his forehead. Satisfied, he turned and ran into yet another reflection, tangible and real.
His doppleganger slid arms identical to his around him, pulling him close enough to lock bright green eyes from just the right height.
"Tonks. This should be disturbing."
"Shh. you'll ruin it. I know you've wondered."
One boy pushed to kiss the other; one boy raised his hand to tangle in the other's hair. Someone made to unbuckle a belt and divest the other of trousers and pants, backing him to the edge of the bed, knocking him backwards and landing astride his naked hips, His own erection straining viciously against the baggy jeans to make contact with it's twin.
The boy laid flat on the bed grinned and shook his head before being caught in another hungry kiss; holding his reflection tight at the hips. He broke it, striving for a serious moment.
"This is far too dangerous, love. We should be making sure you're ready for this mission... it could... you're going..."
"Blah blah blah; danger danger danger; Tonks, you could die and we'd never shag again, etc. Yes. That's nothing new." The boy on top ground his hips down and grinned as the other hissed and bit his lip. "Besides, you don't think I've spent enough time around you to have your little habits down pat?"
Recovering slightly Harry raised himself onto his elbows, his grin dissolving as he spoke with increasing hesitation. "This is different. And I don't... don't want to lose you; not when... after... because I'm... Fuck. I want you. I mean, I want you there with me, not off distracting Lestrange and his cronies. There's got to be another way."
Tonks leaned down to speak from no more than two inches from Harry's face. "There is not. There is no Polyjuice to be had anywhere within Dumbledore's reach and no way for you to be in two places at once. I'm a big girl and a dirty fighter, and no one else can be you and really BE you. Now bloody well kiss me unless you'd like to spend the next hour or so arguing instead of shagging."
Still doubtful, he stared past Tonks with a mixture of anger, fear, worry and resignation; he'd had no choice yet again, and yet again it was someone he loved being put in direct danger.
Seeing the familiar look on his face, Tonks leaned further and slid down slightly to press a cajoling whisper to his ear. "How do you suppose it feels to have your own cock up your arse?"
Lightning-quick, Harry had thrown and pinned her with another searing kiss. "Not nearly as good as you do. Change back."
"But Harry..."
"Change. Back."
"Harry..."
Harry pressed his parted lips to her(his) ribcage and set his tongue against his bottom teeth, hissing his response. "Change. Back."
The body underneath his arched hard against him and began to shift.
"Go on then. Imitate that."