Title: In The Closet
Author:
doggy_shampooPairing: Fleur/Tonks
Rating: PG-13
Era: Post HBP
Summary: Tonks has been quickly intrigued by this beautiful woman and spends the day cleaning out a closet with her
Disclaimer/Warnings: I own Nothing. This is un-betaed. and I hope it's alright, I'm not use to writing femme-slash
There was something rushed about the way their fingers brushed against each other in the dark closet. The Order had found a new headquarters. A dirty headquarters. A new place to busy all the woman while their husbands, lovers, friends, were off on missions. To scrub from top to bottom. And Tonks was stuck cleaning out the closet with Fleur. Stuck in the closet with Fleur.
The door remained half open and their wands were lying on the table just outside. Half of Tonks’ mind wondered why Fleur would want to get her pretty little hands dirty, and the other wondered what was going on within herself. She watched as the elegant girl pushed her silvery hair back from her face, the sliver of light that entered through the crack in the door reflect of her milky-white skin. Then, as Fleur reached up, to rub a cobweb out of a corner in the closet, skirt sliding upward, Tonks’ eyes wandered down her curvy body to where most of her pale legs were now exposed.
She was caught though. By brilliant blue eyes and red lips curving into a smile. Tonks knew this smile well. It was the same one she received the other night at dinner, after the two women’s’ legs brushed against each other under the table. When they did the dishes together and their palms accidentally touched when reaching for the same plate. When the two of them sat across from one another as Bill and Remus discussed technicalities of the war, and Tonks was more absorbed in the mysteries of this woman than Remus. But she wasn’t only caught by Fleur that time, in her clumsiness Remus glanced over too, and after looking from her to Fleur, and back at her again he gave Tonks a small, knowing smile, and turned back to Bill.
Bringing herself back down, Fleur began dusting off a few shelves, and Tonks tried to get back to cleaning. But even as she tried to concentrate on the dark stain cemented to the wall, her mind wandered, and her eyes followed suit. The two women had their backs to each other, but Fleur looked just as amazing from the back as the front. Her powder-blue dress rose just above her knees and was tight in all the right places, with a bow tied neatly in the back. Looking down at herself Tonks frowned, she was hardly the magnificent beauty this other girl was. Tall and rather awkward looking, verses petite and stunning. Light hair falling just beyond the center of her back. And Tonks with her spiky, rebellious pink do. True, she could morph herself into whatever her heart desired, inside she would always remain the lanky girl with dull, unruly hair.
They cleaned for hours, and even though the closet was quite small it was far from being done. The girls mostly worked in silence, every so often brushing against one another and mumbling softly, Tonks turning red, and Fleur’s lips curving into a smile. At one point someone must have bumped the door when walking by and it closed with a soft click, but neither girl did anything, and they could still see what they were doing by the light that seeped through the cracks in the door.
Then it came, like a snap of electricity through Tonks’ body and a sudden warmth against her side as Fleur strode across the small length of the closet to stand next to the other girl. Very close. Tonks could smell the flower-esque scent that radiated from the woman next to her, and feel her giggle softly as Tonks’ arm brushed against the other’s.
“Again.”
Fleur’s soft voice, thick with some unknown emotion and French accent, came out from the darkness, and it took Tonks a few moments to realize what she was asking. But once realization dawned upon her, she awkwardly brushed her hand against Fleur’s arm, feeling he face get hot. The other woman giggled again, and tangled their fingers together at first, then their whole bodies collided.
In a moment the two women were flush against one another exploring each other with tender hands. Tonks was first surprised at how soft the other’s body was beneath her awkward hands. Every spot where Remus’ (or any man for that matter) bone jutted out in an almost uncomfortable and sharp way, could not be found on Fleur’s body. Then she was surprised at how fluidly the half-veela (or whatever fraction) could move, her hands delicately caressing Tonks’ body wherever they fell.
“Nymphadora.”
The air was filled with hot breath, and Tonks was gently pressed between the wall and Ms. Delacour. At first she didn’t register the sounds that Fleur had strung together to be her name, too caught up in touching, and exploring. Once she did though, for the first time she didn’t find her name ugly. The way this girl did it made it sound like one of the most beautiful things in the world. The way she made everything.
Once their lips somehow melted together Tonks now reveled in how amazing this was. The tender kissing, and the softness of tongues against one another. None of the awkward and clumsy fumbling that was shared between her and Stan Shunpike in the fourth year. And the ferocity of the kiss was missing from when she kissed other men. This kiss was just so enjoyable.
As they caressed each other tenderly inside the dark closet and kept their mouths locked together. As the minutes ticked on and they continued, each becoming more daring in their hand’s explorations, Tonks felt almost as if Fleur were sharing some of her gracefulness with her. Her hands hardly shook as they did when she took Remus’ hand for the first as she slid them down the other woman’s pale leg. This all felt so right.
“Tonks? Fleur? Dinner.”
The two of them broke apart, breathing heavily and heavy with longing. But they had to leave the closet, and as Tonks reached out to pull open the door Fleur laid her hand gently on Tonks, her blue eyes twinkling brightly in the faint shred of light coming through the door.
“We shall do zis again, oui?”
Her own voice caught somewhere in her throat, Tonks just nodded and watched as Fleur smiled and opened the closet door, walking down the hall and flipping her silvery hair behind her. Every strand was still in place, and her dress was only wrinkled in a few spots that she was now flattening with her tender hands. Tonks watched her for a while until she rounded the corner, then stepped out from the closet herself, bumping right into Remus.
“Oh, hello Tonks, you look rather… flushed.”
Feeling her face get even more hot at the comment she cursed Fleur for taking her newly acquired gracefulness with her when she left the closet.
“Oh, um, it was hot in there…”
“With Fleur?”
A smile crept across Remus’ face once more as he said this then nodded to himself and walked off, mumbling something about how they’d be late for dinner.