Seven: An alternate beginning...
Rating: NC-17
Note: We get bored, and make up new beginnings for each of these... it's a hobby. So here's an alternate for you.
Tonks had a blissful day off from both Auror and Order business. She'd chosen to spend it in the library in front of the large fireplace, lounging barefoot on the sofa with a good book. Lying on her back on the sofa and her legs dangling off the arm, she'd been happily relaxing for a few hours with a good horror novel.
Days off meant comfortable, worn jeans and she was absently playing with the hole in the knee of one leg with her free hand.
Bill stumbled into the castle, mad as hell. He was infuriated, as once again Parkinson slipped through his fingers. He almost had her too.
Fuck. What a lovely day.
He headed towards the library to check and see if there were any notes for him, then intended to go to his room and get properly saused.
Tonks looked up as the door opened and Bill Weasley stormed in. He sure had a mood on him, from the looks of it. Debating on whether to risk stink eye or not, she decided to be social. After all, she could always leave if he got snippy.
"'lo Bill," she offered, dropping her book on her stomach. "Things not go well?"
Bill sighed, walking over and promptly wedging himself between her legs. She'd comfort him. Resting his head on her shoulder, he spilled to his friend just how badly the op had gone.
"... it sucked."
Well, of a sort.
Patting him affectionately, she rescued her book and hit him with it as well, before moving it to the floor. There was a large man on top of her, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Figuring she was a cooperative girl, he kept petting him.
"Tell Auntie Nymphadora all about it, dear."
So Bill did. About how he had to re-grow one of his eyebrows, how his back was all sore from the fold up chair, and how he really resented snottish little pug-nosed bints skivving off just in the bloody knick of time.
Although, what he was a little more focused on was how his head rested right on her breasts. Which had always looked quite nice, but today... hmm.
Tonks tried hard not to laugh, but really. Finally she couldn't help herself, and her whole body shook with it. It was too funny, far too funny. Of course, the moving made it clear that there was a man between her legs and lying on her chest.
"Really Bill. You outweigh her by at least a good seventy pounds. Why not just sit on her until she passes out from lack of air? You're blessed you have all your bits, at this point, with your luck."
"Considering when I DID sit on her, that was the first place she went I'd think you'd be a little more sympathetic?"
... and there went other parts of him, responding to the movement. Well, bloody hell, that was going to be obvious in a few minutes.
She couldn't stop laughing, it was just too funny. "I suppose it's horrid of me to laugh after Zabini and Montague knocked me off a roof and into a dumpster the other day, but really."
Finally calming, she shifted a bit, paused, and smirked.
Bill decided she'd understand and just grinned up at her.
"... it's your fault, really. Your girls are just a little comfortable to lay on. Woke the boy up, you see."
"I see." Tonks continued smirking. "It's all clearly my fault, being that I'm a girl and all. I beckoned you wickedly to lie between my legs and rest your weary head on my breasts."
To be honest, she was more focused on what she was feeling. Oh my. Tonks looked him in the eye and laughed. "I think I'm impressed."
It was Bill's turn to smirk.
"You should be."
He was at a crossroads, really. He could push this to where he knew HE would like this to go, and risk losing his friendship with her. Or he could be a gentleman, stand up and walk out then wank in the shower.
It wasn't hard to see what would win. His lips surged up against hers, hand winding into her hair as his length pressed against her stomach.
She hadn't been expecting that, at all. Tonks had figured he'd pull back and leave. So when he kissed her, it took her a moment to respond. She didn't think twice about it in the end, because she was really quite attracted to him.
Not to mention the fact that she really wanted to get her hands on him, feeling him pressed against her. Tonks had heard rumors about Bill Weasley, most of them from girls who apparently hadn't been able to handle him. She was sure she was up to the task.
So she returned his kiss enthusiastically, making a soft appreciative noise.
Bill smirked approvingly. Good. She wasn't scared.
He nibbled along her jaw-line, running a hand over her stomach. "You sure?" It was such a catchall.
"Planning to stab me or anything along the lines in the middle?" she asked, frowning for a moment. "If not, then yes."
Bill smirked, shaking his head. "So many off colour jokes I could make about that," he murmured, sliding his hand just under her trouser waist.
"Keep them to yourself. There are better uses for that mouth of yours." Tonks kissed him again, and her fingers went to work tugging up his shirt so her hands could slide underneath.
Bill let his fingers just graze the tops of her knickers, then muttered a quiet spell under his breath.
Then they sat, completely starkers on the couch. Boy, he loved that trick.
"I want you to teach me that," she demanded, before running her hands down and over his arse, squeezing gently. "So useful, and efficient."
He really was quite impressive, and lovely to look at. All that skin was much too tempting, so she proceeded to touch as much of it as she could.
Bill growled under her touch, rolling them over so she could be on top of him. He always found that it was far easier for the girl that way the first time.
He let his hands cup her arse then sighed quietly. "This is all we do, Tonks. I'm not cut out for the other shite."
"I'll just put my wedding dreams away than, shall I?" she retorted, nipping at his neck. "Really, do I seem the sort?"
Tonks liked the feeling of his hands on her arse and being above him. It boded well for her future enjoyment.
"Just wanted you in on the agreement, luv," Bill murmured, nipping at her shoulder.
He rubbed his hips up again, aching for a bit of friction. She had seemed impressed. That boded well for HIM, as some girls ran screaming.
"Mmm... I like that," she told him, sliding her hips down in return. He felt good against her, and her body was reacting quickly. It had been a while, and Tonks had high hopes. "Can we get on with it now, or do you need to continue prattling?"
"Shut up," he growled playfully, claiming her lips again as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it against her gently. He wanted to be careful.
After all, then there would be a next time.
He was quite good at this, it seemed, as her body reacted to every touch, and the feel of him rubbing against her. Tonks was a bit surprised by how quickly her body reacted, and how aroused she was already. Normally she was slow to warm up.
Pulling back from the kiss she bit his lower lip gently and laughed. "Are you going to play with it, or do something productive?"
Almost before the words left her mouth, he'd thrown her back againstthe other side of the sofa, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and entering her with a deep, almost primal thrust.
He'd never been one to enjoy teasing. "Is this productive enough for you?"
"Absolutely," she replied, moaning at the feeling of him. He was huge inside of her, and she was stretched tight. It was incredible. Tonks responded by touching every inch of skin she could reach, with fingers, her mouth, her tongue, her teeth.
Bill was merciless after that last taunt. He'd never liked teasing about his prowess in bed. He was, understandably, quite proud of himself, actually.
He ground himself against her, hands tight on her ankles.
It was all Tonks could to do hold on as he moved. He was relentless and she loved it. Her head fell back on the arm of the couch and she cried out with each thrust, fingers clenching on his arms. Her hips rocked up to meet each thrust, driving him deeper.
Bill just moved harder, knowing that she was going to be close. Letting go of one of her legs, he rubbed his hand hard against her center.
It took a few more thrusts to push her over the edge, and Tonks made the most of them, moving against him and crying out, her muscles tensing. Finally she couldn't hold back any longer, the movement of his hand overwhelming her resistance, and she exploded against him.
Bill couldn't help smirking, continuing on as if she hadn't reacted yet at all. He was damned thankful that his stamina was holding out on him right now.
"That was lovely," he murmured against her ear, leaving a mark just behind it on her neck.
"Do it again," she ordered, panting.
Bill left another hard mark on her shoulder. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
"I do when I have the leverage to shove you off me," she replied, still moving with him.
Bill just smirked, taking one of her peaks into his teeth for a moment. "But you won't."
"You'd like to think." That was quite distracting.
Bill went that much harder, to the point where her hips were lifted off the sofa every time he thrust.
"I know."
She went again, lost in the sensation, crying out and tangling her fingers in his hair. He was quite good at this.
He couldn't last either, and with a final growl he came, pulling out as he did so, falling back against the sofa, spraying her a touch on accident. He didn't think it was a good idea to sink into her. It was too tempting, for starters.
".. fuck."
"Clearly."
That had been quite lovely. Tonks lay back against the sofa, relaxing as the shaking slowed, and stopped. Her body felt wonderful. She would have preferred him lying on her for a moment, but really that was a comfort that didn't belong in this situation.
Bill did let one hand rest on her knee, trailing patterns on the bare skin while he sat back, amused. That... no, THIS was going to be fun.
"You... damn, you're good at prodding a guy on, Tonks."
"I've been told that," she replied, smiling. It didn't seem at all odd to be lying like this in the library, with him. "I'm quite a woman, you know."
Looking him over, she was well satisfied. "You're not half bad yourself."
Bill leaned over, kissing her forehead once before putting on his shorts.
"I know." On all counts, but he didn't seem to need to mention that.
"... we never locked the door," he added, very amused about that as well.
"No. We didn't." Tonks grabbed her jeans from the floor and pulled them on, looking for her pullover. She figured she'd just toss her bra and knickers in her pocket when she found them. "Anyone looked in, I'm sure they ran for it."
Bill just smirked. "No, if they had seen they'd have ended up watching. You know how pervy our side is."
He laughed slightly, pulling his jumper on. "See you later, Tonks."
This was going to work out just lovely.
Tonks had found her underthings and tucked them away, and was pulling her shirt over her head. Laughing, she finished.
"See you later, Weasley," she snarked, picking up her book again.
Note: We get bored, and make up new beginnings for each of these... it's a hobby. So here's an alternate for you.
Tonks had a blissful day off from both Auror and Order business. She'd chosen to spend it in the library in front of the large fireplace, lounging barefoot on the sofa with a good book. Lying on her back on the sofa and her legs dangling off the arm, she'd been happily relaxing for a few hours with a good horror novel.
Days off meant comfortable, worn jeans and she was absently playing with the hole in the knee of one leg with her free hand.
Bill stumbled into the castle, mad as hell. He was infuriated, as once again Parkinson slipped through his fingers. He almost had her too.
Fuck. What a lovely day.
He headed towards the library to check and see if there were any notes for him, then intended to go to his room and get properly saused.
Tonks looked up as the door opened and Bill Weasley stormed in. He sure had a mood on him, from the looks of it. Debating on whether to risk stink eye or not, she decided to be social. After all, she could always leave if he got snippy.
"'lo Bill," she offered, dropping her book on her stomach. "Things not go well?"
Bill sighed, walking over and promptly wedging himself between her legs. She'd comfort him. Resting his head on her shoulder, he spilled to his friend just how badly the op had gone.
"... it sucked."
Well, of a sort.
Patting him affectionately, she rescued her book and hit him with it as well, before moving it to the floor. There was a large man on top of her, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Figuring she was a cooperative girl, he kept petting him.
"Tell Auntie Nymphadora all about it, dear."
So Bill did. About how he had to re-grow one of his eyebrows, how his back was all sore from the fold up chair, and how he really resented snottish little pug-nosed bints skivving off just in the bloody knick of time.
Although, what he was a little more focused on was how his head rested right on her breasts. Which had always looked quite nice, but today... hmm.
Tonks tried hard not to laugh, but really. Finally she couldn't help herself, and her whole body shook with it. It was too funny, far too funny. Of course, the moving made it clear that there was a man between her legs and lying on her chest.
"Really Bill. You outweigh her by at least a good seventy pounds. Why not just sit on her until she passes out from lack of air? You're blessed you have all your bits, at this point, with your luck."
"Considering when I DID sit on her, that was the first place she went I'd think you'd be a little more sympathetic?"
... and there went other parts of him, responding to the movement. Well, bloody hell, that was going to be obvious in a few minutes.
She couldn't stop laughing, it was just too funny. "I suppose it's horrid of me to laugh after Zabini and Montague knocked me off a roof and into a dumpster the other day, but really."
Finally calming, she shifted a bit, paused, and smirked.
Bill decided she'd understand and just grinned up at her.
"... it's your fault, really. Your girls are just a little comfortable to lay on. Woke the boy up, you see."
"I see." Tonks continued smirking. "It's all clearly my fault, being that I'm a girl and all. I beckoned you wickedly to lie between my legs and rest your weary head on my breasts."
To be honest, she was more focused on what she was feeling. Oh my. Tonks looked him in the eye and laughed. "I think I'm impressed."
It was Bill's turn to smirk.
"You should be."
He was at a crossroads, really. He could push this to where he knew HE would like this to go, and risk losing his friendship with her. Or he could be a gentleman, stand up and walk out then wank in the shower.
It wasn't hard to see what would win. His lips surged up against hers, hand winding into her hair as his length pressed against her stomach.
She hadn't been expecting that, at all. Tonks had figured he'd pull back and leave. So when he kissed her, it took her a moment to respond. She didn't think twice about it in the end, because she was really quite attracted to him.
Not to mention the fact that she really wanted to get her hands on him, feeling him pressed against her. Tonks had heard rumors about Bill Weasley, most of them from girls who apparently hadn't been able to handle him. She was sure she was up to the task.
So she returned his kiss enthusiastically, making a soft appreciative noise.
Bill smirked approvingly. Good. She wasn't scared.
He nibbled along her jaw-line, running a hand over her stomach. "You sure?" It was such a catchall.
"Planning to stab me or anything along the lines in the middle?" she asked, frowning for a moment. "If not, then yes."
Bill smirked, shaking his head. "So many off colour jokes I could make about that," he murmured, sliding his hand just under her trouser waist.
"Keep them to yourself. There are better uses for that mouth of yours." Tonks kissed him again, and her fingers went to work tugging up his shirt so her hands could slide underneath.
Bill let his fingers just graze the tops of her knickers, then muttered a quiet spell under his breath.
Then they sat, completely starkers on the couch. Boy, he loved that trick.
"I want you to teach me that," she demanded, before running her hands down and over his arse, squeezing gently. "So useful, and efficient."
He really was quite impressive, and lovely to look at. All that skin was much too tempting, so she proceeded to touch as much of it as she could.
Bill growled under her touch, rolling them over so she could be on top of him. He always found that it was far easier for the girl that way the first time.
He let his hands cup her arse then sighed quietly. "This is all we do, Tonks. I'm not cut out for the other shite."
"I'll just put my wedding dreams away than, shall I?" she retorted, nipping at his neck. "Really, do I seem the sort?"
Tonks liked the feeling of his hands on her arse and being above him. It boded well for her future enjoyment.
"Just wanted you in on the agreement, luv," Bill murmured, nipping at her shoulder.
He rubbed his hips up again, aching for a bit of friction. She had seemed impressed. That boded well for HIM, as some girls ran screaming.
"Mmm... I like that," she told him, sliding her hips down in return. He felt good against her, and her body was reacting quickly. It had been a while, and Tonks had high hopes. "Can we get on with it now, or do you need to continue prattling?"
"Shut up," he growled playfully, claiming her lips again as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it against her gently. He wanted to be careful.
After all, then there would be a next time.
He was quite good at this, it seemed, as her body reacted to every touch, and the feel of him rubbing against her. Tonks was a bit surprised by how quickly her body reacted, and how aroused she was already. Normally she was slow to warm up.
Pulling back from the kiss she bit his lower lip gently and laughed. "Are you going to play with it, or do something productive?"
Almost before the words left her mouth, he'd thrown her back againstthe other side of the sofa, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and entering her with a deep, almost primal thrust.
He'd never been one to enjoy teasing. "Is this productive enough for you?"
"Absolutely," she replied, moaning at the feeling of him. He was huge inside of her, and she was stretched tight. It was incredible. Tonks responded by touching every inch of skin she could reach, with fingers, her mouth, her tongue, her teeth.
Bill was merciless after that last taunt. He'd never liked teasing about his prowess in bed. He was, understandably, quite proud of himself, actually.
He ground himself against her, hands tight on her ankles.
It was all Tonks could to do hold on as he moved. He was relentless and she loved it. Her head fell back on the arm of the couch and she cried out with each thrust, fingers clenching on his arms. Her hips rocked up to meet each thrust, driving him deeper.
Bill just moved harder, knowing that she was going to be close. Letting go of one of her legs, he rubbed his hand hard against her center.
It took a few more thrusts to push her over the edge, and Tonks made the most of them, moving against him and crying out, her muscles tensing. Finally she couldn't hold back any longer, the movement of his hand overwhelming her resistance, and she exploded against him.
Bill couldn't help smirking, continuing on as if she hadn't reacted yet at all. He was damned thankful that his stamina was holding out on him right now.
"That was lovely," he murmured against her ear, leaving a mark just behind it on her neck.
"Do it again," she ordered, panting.
Bill left another hard mark on her shoulder. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
"I do when I have the leverage to shove you off me," she replied, still moving with him.
Bill just smirked, taking one of her peaks into his teeth for a moment. "But you won't."
"You'd like to think." That was quite distracting.
Bill went that much harder, to the point where her hips were lifted off the sofa every time he thrust.
"I know."
She went again, lost in the sensation, crying out and tangling her fingers in his hair. He was quite good at this.
He couldn't last either, and with a final growl he came, pulling out as he did so, falling back against the sofa, spraying her a touch on accident. He didn't think it was a good idea to sink into her. It was too tempting, for starters.
".. fuck."
"Clearly."
That had been quite lovely. Tonks lay back against the sofa, relaxing as the shaking slowed, and stopped. Her body felt wonderful. She would have preferred him lying on her for a moment, but really that was a comfort that didn't belong in this situation.
Bill did let one hand rest on her knee, trailing patterns on the bare skin while he sat back, amused. That... no, THIS was going to be fun.
"You... damn, you're good at prodding a guy on, Tonks."
"I've been told that," she replied, smiling. It didn't seem at all odd to be lying like this in the library, with him. "I'm quite a woman, you know."
Looking him over, she was well satisfied. "You're not half bad yourself."
Bill leaned over, kissing her forehead once before putting on his shorts.
"I know." On all counts, but he didn't seem to need to mention that.
"... we never locked the door," he added, very amused about that as well.
"No. We didn't." Tonks grabbed her jeans from the floor and pulled them on, looking for her pullover. She figured she'd just toss her bra and knickers in her pocket when she found them. "Anyone looked in, I'm sure they ran for it."
Bill just smirked. "No, if they had seen they'd have ended up watching. You know how pervy our side is."
He laughed slightly, pulling his jumper on. "See you later, Tonks."
This was going to work out just lovely.
Tonks had found her underthings and tucked them away, and was pulling her shirt over her head. Laughing, she finished.
"See you later, Weasley," she snarked, picking up her book again.