Seven: Alternate morning after
Rating: Hard NC-17.
Notes: Another alternate, because I am cleaning out my inbox.
Bill was never one to wake early when he didn't have to. Usually though, when he did wake, it was alertly and with a clear head.
This morning, however, was different. Being curled up in bed with the woman you love will do that to you.
Shit, he thought to himself. Even barely awake I'm thinking like that. Dangerous, old man.
Sighing, he pulled her closer, kissing behind her ear. He had fallen asleep still inside of her.
Her first thought when she woke was that she was warm, followed by the fact that she wasn't alone. It wasn't until she felt his kiss that Tonks knew where she was. Bill's room. That was him, behind her and inside of her. It explained why she felt so at peace now.
She let her fingers slide down and tangle with his hand, resting on her stomach. This was new, and bit intimidating. Tonks was pretty aware of how she felt, but was far more unsure of him.
"Morning," she offered.
Bill smiled slightly, his fingers sliding into her own so easily, nuzzling against her neck with a strange sort of elation.
Very, very dangerous, old man.
"Morning yourself," he murmured, pulling her still closer.
It felt good, lying here with him, wrapped around each other. Tonks wondered how they'd managed to avoid it for so long. They certainly seemed to fit together very well.
She wondered where this would lead. Perhaps she was just setting herself up for heartbreak, but she thought he was worth it, in the end. If it all fell apart, at least she would know that she had tried.
"This is nice," she offered. "I like it."
"Me too," he confessed, figuring it was a little late to deny it. Besides, it did, and Bill wasn't in the habit of lying when he could help it anyway. "I've never done it before, actually."
He wasn't sheepish about that fact. Most of his 'relationships' had involved the other party leaving damn quick when it was over, or visa versa. He'd never woken up with a woman in his arms.
"I haven't in a long time," she commented. Years and years actually, and mostly forgotten now. "Not sure it was really the same anyway. Different world and different life, that."
Honestly, she hadn't been much for relationships in general, until their agreement came about. Tonks has mostly just taken a lover here or there when she felt like it, and walked away when they'd gotten clingy. Her life was far too violent for other people to understand.
He seemed to understand, however.
And Bill did seem to understand. He pulled her closer, pressing kisses along her shoulder. "... if this is going to work, you have to understand that I don't change. Sometimes you might... well, just want to bloody kill me. I can't stop that."
He wanted her to know. To understand that even though sometimes he'd be a right wanker, it didn't change. Not really.
"I wouldn't expect you to. You haven't yet." Tonks smiled. They'd had some raging fights throughout their agreement, to the point where other members of the Order flinched when they raised their voices. "Neither of us are young or foolish. We're both set in our ways."
Tonks knew how she could be on a bad day.
"... I knew you weren't like the rest. I just figured it was fair to mention." Bill pulled her closer, finding himself stirring a bit. She was so warm.
"And obviously we can't go out for a pint or something. Not yet." Not until everything was over.
"Not big on going out anyway. I like my quarters," she looked around a bit. His weren't too bad either. She'd become quite the stay-at-home type lately. "And yours. I have girls to go out with if I need to. Besides, we're a bit old for the whole 'dating' thing."
He was moving a bit inside her, growing, and it felt nice. Tonks could feel the tingling that he always seemed to cause in her now start.
Bill smiled against her shoulder. "Good. We can be hermits then."
He shifted his hips slightly, groaning against her shoulder. "But... even though there’s weird things... some things aren't," He tried to say, being horribly vague.
"What are you on about?" Tonks replied. Some days, the man just made no sense. That didn't keep her from shifting against him. He felt so damned good inside of her, and her body was reacting cheerfully to his presence.
"Some things about us," Bill said, sounding both aroused and frustrated, groaning against her neck, "Some things are still normal. Like... how I feel about you."
He reached his hand on her stomach a touch lower, stroking at her center.
"Or how I feel about you?" Her breath caught at the end of her question as she bucked slightly against his fingers. "We may have gone about the whole thing backwards, but yes."
Her hand moved back to grasp his hip, pushing him forward against her, fingers clenching.
Bill sighed against her ear, going for broke. Mainly because it was going to drive him crazy if he held it in. He somehow didn't worry it'd run her off.
Gently turning her clit in his fingers, he leaned in closer. "I love you, Nymph."
Tonks stopped breathing for a moment, in shock. She'd never heard those words from anyone but her father, and he'd been dead for years. They slammed into her and twisted her world around again. Right around Bill. Combined with what he was doing to her body, she couldn't help but shake a bit.
"You... do? Me?" Idiot, she scolded herself, blushing. "I mean, because, I would have felt like a right arse feeling like this if you don't."
"Well, that's why I said it," Bill muttered, afraid she was going to say something along the lines of 'your turn to feel like a right arse' or something. He didn't understand what she was saying.
"I killed the man who wanted to kill you... I worry about you... I love you."
Tonks pulled away from him, sad to feel him slide out of her body but wanting to face him. So she turned and looked him straight in the eye, holding his chin up with her hand and wrapping a leg around him so he couldn't roll away.
"I'm in love with you, Bill Weasley. I have been for quite a while. I hated you for it at first, when I figured it out. Then I saw what you were doing. So I waited. I was right."
Bill sometimes had a gift for knowing when words needed to be said.
And when silence was enough.
Claiming her lips, he pulled her close again, crushing his mouth against hers, fingers grasping at her hair as he poured everything he had into that single kiss.
Tonks wound her arms around his neck and lost herself in his kiss. She'd been suspicious of him for a while, and was now fully reassured that her instinct had been right, which is why she had been pushing, albeit gently. Being in love with him was hard, but worthwhile, in her mind, especially if he felt this strongly in return.
Pulling back finally, she smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "Mine, now."
He smiled, sliding easily into her once again, pulling his hips against hers with a fluid motion.
"Yours."
His body felt light, amazingly light. Like if she wasn't there to hold him down, he'd float away.
"Good." Tonks loved the feeling of him moving inside her, and now that certain issues were resolved, was more than comfortable with telling him that. So she did, at length and with an extensive vocabulary, interspersed with murmurs about loving him. She told him exactly how incredible he made her feel, and had all along.
No need for those walls, now.
Bill shifted their positions after a few moments, letting her above him, mainly because that's where he felt she belonged. Besides, that peculiar floating sensation hadn't left yet.
Her words weren't helping either.
Tonks loved being on top of him. It gave her a feeling of control and freedom that encouraged her to be very enthusiastic in her movements. Not to mention that lovely deep angle that hit all the right spots as she moved over him, over and over again.
Grabbing his hands, she encouraged him to put them to good use as she moved. There would be no slacking here.
Bill let his hands roam, far more gently this time around, but at the same time strangely more sensual. He knew tricks, and was definitely putting them to good use.
He loved to watch her move on top of him.
Tonks wasn't going to last long, not like this. Leaning forward, she kissed him, nipping and sucking at his lower lip. Each shift of her hips brought her closer to the edge, and she told him so.
It wasn't as if Bill hadn't been ready to let himself go hours ago, so he waited, hands on her hips, holding tight to go the moment she did.
It took one last shift and he hit that perfect spot inside of her. Tonks cried out his name, along with a few other descriptive terms, her whole body tensing above him as it washed over her.
His name from her lips was really all he needed. Groaning a final time, he pulled her down against him, crying out her name against her bare shoulder, panting with the intense sensation.
It was almost too much.
It was beautiful, Tonks thought. Her whole body was shaking lightly against him in reaction. It felt different, knowing how things had shifted. She didn't have to hold back, or keep herself apart from all of it.
She kissed her way up his neck, pausing at his ear. "I love you."
Bill was holding her close, almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
"I love you too."
"Lovely." Tonks couldn't have moved for the life of her. She was far too comfortable lying on top of him. "Don't you dare go changing your mind on me. I'd hate to have to hurt you."
"Haven't you noticed just how stubborn I am, woman?" He asked with a smirk, stroking her back lightly.
"Not in the least," she smirked against his neck, nipping at him. "You always seem so agreeable and easy going. Oh wait, that's the other Weasley boys. I fell for the bothersome one."
"Damn straight you did," Bill said with a playful growl, sighing quite happily at just how damn comfortable he was. "... of course, I am old. You're probably going to kill me with all this shagging."
"You wouldn't be the first man I'd been the death of, although the first that particular way." She moved enough to catch his mouth with hers again. Tonks loved kissing him. "It's a lovely way to go, at least."
"I'd prefer it to the others, yes," he said with a grin, kissing her slowly, enjoying every moment.
"It's the burdens of being involved with a younger woman," she teased. "The risk of being worn out constantly. And I haven't even reached my prime yet."
Bill just snorted. "My, that'll be a lovely time." He muttered to himself, although knew she could hear him. "My cock will be chafed for weeks, make no mistake."
Tonks laughed so hard she fell off of him, rolling to her side and clutching her stomach. "As though you'd complain. You're as randy as a goat at your lowest. Or wasn't that you sneaking into my shower the other night at three in the morning?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," he said in what could only be called a prim voice.
"Oh, that wasn't you then?" Tonks grinned wickedly. "Maybe I should find out who it was, as I had quite a lovely time. Even if I did have to shower all over again in the end."
"Twice. Shower twice, because we did it twice." Bill was positively smirking. It was a very good morning. Not every guy could manage twice in the shower.
"See? Knew it was you." Her hand slipped down to wrap around him. It had been a wonderful shower... or showers. She quite liked being slammed into the tile walls occasionally. "Hard to mistake you for someone else, after all."
Bill groaned slightly, bucking his hips. "... that's it." He stood up, slinging her over his shoulder. "We're taking a damn shower."
"Nice arse," she compliments, watching it move as he walks and reaching down to pinch. "Glad it's mine now. I'd hate to have to kill some stupid woman for touching it."
She didn't mention the times she'd hexed a few women for looking at him in a way she didn't appreciate.
She didn't have to. Those were emblazed on his memory, actually.
"It would happen to be still in my ownership, but don't worry, I'll rent it to you sometimes."
"Says you." Tonks entertained herself by licking and nipping at his back, while continuing her harassment of his arse. "I say, finders keepers and all that. Maybe I should mark it?"
"I've already got one tattoo, I don't need more," he teased, smacking her arse once for good measure before setting her down in the shower.
"Property of Nymphadora Tonks," she retorted. "I like the sound of that."
Giving up for now, she simply gave him a wicked look and reached out for him.
Bill swatted her hands away, working the taps to get just the right hot water to come out. It was a cranky old castle.
"I'm sure you do, but it's still my arse, you know."
"You're just greedy and selfish," she teased. The water felt lovely and was quite relaxing, so she stepped in and let it run over her.
Bill watched her, almost entranced by the sight. It was, in many respects, having his own personal porno right in his shower. Except better, because only he got to see it.
"... what would you like to do now, love?"
"I guess it depends which side of me you want to press against the wall," she answered. "Are you sure you're up for it? After all, you were just whinging about how old and run down you are."
Running her hands over her breasts and between her thighs probably was a bit more encouragement than he really needed, but she was happy to oversupply.
Bill put a fist to his mouth, making a pleased sound as his face cracked into a grin. "... right now? I want to watch."
He sat down on one of the two seats in the shower, stroking his already stiff cock once with his fist, smirking. "Help an old man get ready for the big time, sweetheart?"
Tonks muttered something about it being easier in her shower with the detachable shower head, but gave in readily enough. It wasn't long before she'd thoroughly distracted herself with her own fingers and palms. She was nothing if not a highly sexual woman.
Soon soft cries filled the shower as she moved on her own fingers and touched her own skin, enjoying it even more knowing that he was watching her.
And Bill watched her, not even touching himself but getting harder by the second. Fuck. What a woman.
"... now what would you like to do?" He asked hoarsely.
"I'd like a screaming good orgasm," she replied, continuing her efforts. "Would you care to give it to me?"
Bill calmly reached out, grabbing her hips and tugging her closer. With him sitting, he only had to slouch a little to move his tongue right where they both wanted it.
After all, he had a personal best to beat here.
It didn't take much to set her off, as aroused as she'd already been from her own hands and very shortly she was rocking against him, hands tangled in his hair as she cried out his name. Such a talented man, she thought to herself as she peaked.
Of course, she kept encouraging him, as she went.
Bill kept going, though. She was wet, slick with the shower and her own arousal, but he wanted her mindless.
Hell, he was already there, she might as well join him.
Tonks wasn't far off from joining him, the overstimulation and his additional work driving her hard. He had an amazing mouth on him. She was shaking and panting before long and her knees began to give out and she fell forward against him.
Bill held her close for a few minutes, not daring to enter her. He's sure that she's so out of it that she'd either hurt or upset. Not worth it.
He wanted her third, anyway. "All right?"
"Quite," Tonks answered, before kissing him hungrily and reaching out to wrap a hand around him. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to have it, whether it killed him or not. Hopefully he'd be obliging.
Bill only got a few strokes before his hands were pushing her away, pulling her hips down on his with a long, low growl.
"Fuck yourself on me, Tonks," he murmured against her ear.
Tonks obeyed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck to give her the leverage she needed to move on him. He was huge inside her and the stretching feeling was incredible. Her head fell back as she moved, swamped with sensation.
Bill let his fingers work at her second hole, wondering if for a brief moment, she'd let him try THAT. It wasn't like he hadn't thought on it more than occasionally.
"Tell me how it feels, Tonks," he growled against her throat, thrusting hard with every push.
It felt different, but nice. It took a while to adjust to the intrusion, but in the end, it was pleasant enough. So she told him so. Tonks was always willing to experiment, and Bill had never tried anything she hadn't enjoyed in the end.
It was downright horrible, just how happy this was making him. With gentler fingers than before, he stretched her as best he could, sliding back against her until he was just nudging her there.
"... are you sure?"
Tonks nodded at him, smiling encouragingly. She was ready for this. Still, he could probably use a bit of help, so she moved back a bit, helping him get things started. It felt odd, at first, and tight. There was certainly some burning. Tonks decided it would be best if she did this at her own speed.
"Let me, love? It will make it easier." Kissing him, she continued slowly, pausing occassionally to adjust and let her body stretch until she'd taken him in fully. Now, it felt nice. Very nice, actually.
Tonks moved one of his hands to her clit, just to make sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Bill kept as still as possible, groaning hotly against her shoulder, trying to keep from thrusting. It was impossibly tight, he had to be hurting her. But when she started to rub her own center...
Well, needless to say it was almost too much for a mere mortal.
"Oh... fuck..."
Tonks echoed him, and began to move a bit, not nearly as energetically as before, but enough. Her teeth sank into his shoulder repeatedly with each movement up and down. The sensation was incredible.
Bill put his fingers to use below her own hands, filling her as best he could in every way possible. It was a lot, too much for every day, mind, but this was definitely something they'd be doing again, judging by the moans.
Bill knew he was close, so he moved that much quicker to try and bring her to a final, shattering climax.
Bill put his fingers to use below her own hands, filling her as best he could in every way possible. It was a lot, too much for every day, mind, but this was definitely something they'd be doing again, judging by the moans.
The addition of his fingers stretched and tightened things impossibly inside of her. She was sure Bill could probably feel himself as he thrust his fingers into her. Tonks screamed in pleasure, wave after wave crashing over her as she fell against him, crying his name and begging shamelessly.
Bill has had mind blowing experiences with this woman. But something about feeling himself reach that peak so deep inside of her made something else just absolutely snap, and he thrust like an animal against her until he was too spent to move, around her, inside of her, never wanting to let go.
Quietly, he kisses her neck, as the only thing that seems to be close enough to his lips is that. He is utterly, and completely exhausted.
Tonks just lay against him, unable to move, or even think. Twitching seemed to work, and she did a fair amount of that as small fading cries continued to escape her for a few more minutes before her body finally settled again.
"Fuck..." was all she could manage, drooping against him.
Bill finally managed to wrap his arms around her waist again, holding her tightly against his aching body. "You said it," he managed as well, closing his eyes as his head rested in the crook of her neck.
She'd best not call him old man again for a few weeks at least.
Tonks pressed a few quick kisses to his neck and cheek before pulling back, needing to slide off him. Sex was sex, but personal comfort was personal comfort. Standing, she pulled him back to the shower. She wanted to go back to bed, but preferred doing so clean.
Bill let her lead him, still in a complete daze. His face wore a soft smile, one he wasn't accustomed to having.
"You're beautiful."
Tonks kissed him again. "And you're amazing. Wash now, then back to bed, love."
She took care of washing both of them, taking a great deal of pleasure and care with him. Before long she'd dried them both and led him back to bed.
Notes: Another alternate, because I am cleaning out my inbox.
Bill was never one to wake early when he didn't have to. Usually though, when he did wake, it was alertly and with a clear head.
This morning, however, was different. Being curled up in bed with the woman you love will do that to you.
Shit, he thought to himself. Even barely awake I'm thinking like that. Dangerous, old man.
Sighing, he pulled her closer, kissing behind her ear. He had fallen asleep still inside of her.
Her first thought when she woke was that she was warm, followed by the fact that she wasn't alone. It wasn't until she felt his kiss that Tonks knew where she was. Bill's room. That was him, behind her and inside of her. It explained why she felt so at peace now.
She let her fingers slide down and tangle with his hand, resting on her stomach. This was new, and bit intimidating. Tonks was pretty aware of how she felt, but was far more unsure of him.
"Morning," she offered.
Bill smiled slightly, his fingers sliding into her own so easily, nuzzling against her neck with a strange sort of elation.
Very, very dangerous, old man.
"Morning yourself," he murmured, pulling her still closer.
It felt good, lying here with him, wrapped around each other. Tonks wondered how they'd managed to avoid it for so long. They certainly seemed to fit together very well.
She wondered where this would lead. Perhaps she was just setting herself up for heartbreak, but she thought he was worth it, in the end. If it all fell apart, at least she would know that she had tried.
"This is nice," she offered. "I like it."
"Me too," he confessed, figuring it was a little late to deny it. Besides, it did, and Bill wasn't in the habit of lying when he could help it anyway. "I've never done it before, actually."
He wasn't sheepish about that fact. Most of his 'relationships' had involved the other party leaving damn quick when it was over, or visa versa. He'd never woken up with a woman in his arms.
"I haven't in a long time," she commented. Years and years actually, and mostly forgotten now. "Not sure it was really the same anyway. Different world and different life, that."
Honestly, she hadn't been much for relationships in general, until their agreement came about. Tonks has mostly just taken a lover here or there when she felt like it, and walked away when they'd gotten clingy. Her life was far too violent for other people to understand.
He seemed to understand, however.
And Bill did seem to understand. He pulled her closer, pressing kisses along her shoulder. "... if this is going to work, you have to understand that I don't change. Sometimes you might... well, just want to bloody kill me. I can't stop that."
He wanted her to know. To understand that even though sometimes he'd be a right wanker, it didn't change. Not really.
"I wouldn't expect you to. You haven't yet." Tonks smiled. They'd had some raging fights throughout their agreement, to the point where other members of the Order flinched when they raised their voices. "Neither of us are young or foolish. We're both set in our ways."
Tonks knew how she could be on a bad day.
"... I knew you weren't like the rest. I just figured it was fair to mention." Bill pulled her closer, finding himself stirring a bit. She was so warm.
"And obviously we can't go out for a pint or something. Not yet." Not until everything was over.
"Not big on going out anyway. I like my quarters," she looked around a bit. His weren't too bad either. She'd become quite the stay-at-home type lately. "And yours. I have girls to go out with if I need to. Besides, we're a bit old for the whole 'dating' thing."
He was moving a bit inside her, growing, and it felt nice. Tonks could feel the tingling that he always seemed to cause in her now start.
Bill smiled against her shoulder. "Good. We can be hermits then."
He shifted his hips slightly, groaning against her shoulder. "But... even though there’s weird things... some things aren't," He tried to say, being horribly vague.
"What are you on about?" Tonks replied. Some days, the man just made no sense. That didn't keep her from shifting against him. He felt so damned good inside of her, and her body was reacting cheerfully to his presence.
"Some things about us," Bill said, sounding both aroused and frustrated, groaning against her neck, "Some things are still normal. Like... how I feel about you."
He reached his hand on her stomach a touch lower, stroking at her center.
"Or how I feel about you?" Her breath caught at the end of her question as she bucked slightly against his fingers. "We may have gone about the whole thing backwards, but yes."
Her hand moved back to grasp his hip, pushing him forward against her, fingers clenching.
Bill sighed against her ear, going for broke. Mainly because it was going to drive him crazy if he held it in. He somehow didn't worry it'd run her off.
Gently turning her clit in his fingers, he leaned in closer. "I love you, Nymph."
Tonks stopped breathing for a moment, in shock. She'd never heard those words from anyone but her father, and he'd been dead for years. They slammed into her and twisted her world around again. Right around Bill. Combined with what he was doing to her body, she couldn't help but shake a bit.
"You... do? Me?" Idiot, she scolded herself, blushing. "I mean, because, I would have felt like a right arse feeling like this if you don't."
"Well, that's why I said it," Bill muttered, afraid she was going to say something along the lines of 'your turn to feel like a right arse' or something. He didn't understand what she was saying.
"I killed the man who wanted to kill you... I worry about you... I love you."
Tonks pulled away from him, sad to feel him slide out of her body but wanting to face him. So she turned and looked him straight in the eye, holding his chin up with her hand and wrapping a leg around him so he couldn't roll away.
"I'm in love with you, Bill Weasley. I have been for quite a while. I hated you for it at first, when I figured it out. Then I saw what you were doing. So I waited. I was right."
Bill sometimes had a gift for knowing when words needed to be said.
And when silence was enough.
Claiming her lips, he pulled her close again, crushing his mouth against hers, fingers grasping at her hair as he poured everything he had into that single kiss.
Tonks wound her arms around his neck and lost herself in his kiss. She'd been suspicious of him for a while, and was now fully reassured that her instinct had been right, which is why she had been pushing, albeit gently. Being in love with him was hard, but worthwhile, in her mind, especially if he felt this strongly in return.
Pulling back finally, she smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "Mine, now."
He smiled, sliding easily into her once again, pulling his hips against hers with a fluid motion.
"Yours."
His body felt light, amazingly light. Like if she wasn't there to hold him down, he'd float away.
"Good." Tonks loved the feeling of him moving inside her, and now that certain issues were resolved, was more than comfortable with telling him that. So she did, at length and with an extensive vocabulary, interspersed with murmurs about loving him. She told him exactly how incredible he made her feel, and had all along.
No need for those walls, now.
Bill shifted their positions after a few moments, letting her above him, mainly because that's where he felt she belonged. Besides, that peculiar floating sensation hadn't left yet.
Her words weren't helping either.
Tonks loved being on top of him. It gave her a feeling of control and freedom that encouraged her to be very enthusiastic in her movements. Not to mention that lovely deep angle that hit all the right spots as she moved over him, over and over again.
Grabbing his hands, she encouraged him to put them to good use as she moved. There would be no slacking here.
Bill let his hands roam, far more gently this time around, but at the same time strangely more sensual. He knew tricks, and was definitely putting them to good use.
He loved to watch her move on top of him.
Tonks wasn't going to last long, not like this. Leaning forward, she kissed him, nipping and sucking at his lower lip. Each shift of her hips brought her closer to the edge, and she told him so.
It wasn't as if Bill hadn't been ready to let himself go hours ago, so he waited, hands on her hips, holding tight to go the moment she did.
It took one last shift and he hit that perfect spot inside of her. Tonks cried out his name, along with a few other descriptive terms, her whole body tensing above him as it washed over her.
His name from her lips was really all he needed. Groaning a final time, he pulled her down against him, crying out her name against her bare shoulder, panting with the intense sensation.
It was almost too much.
It was beautiful, Tonks thought. Her whole body was shaking lightly against him in reaction. It felt different, knowing how things had shifted. She didn't have to hold back, or keep herself apart from all of it.
She kissed her way up his neck, pausing at his ear. "I love you."
Bill was holding her close, almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
"I love you too."
"Lovely." Tonks couldn't have moved for the life of her. She was far too comfortable lying on top of him. "Don't you dare go changing your mind on me. I'd hate to have to hurt you."
"Haven't you noticed just how stubborn I am, woman?" He asked with a smirk, stroking her back lightly.
"Not in the least," she smirked against his neck, nipping at him. "You always seem so agreeable and easy going. Oh wait, that's the other Weasley boys. I fell for the bothersome one."
"Damn straight you did," Bill said with a playful growl, sighing quite happily at just how damn comfortable he was. "... of course, I am old. You're probably going to kill me with all this shagging."
"You wouldn't be the first man I'd been the death of, although the first that particular way." She moved enough to catch his mouth with hers again. Tonks loved kissing him. "It's a lovely way to go, at least."
"I'd prefer it to the others, yes," he said with a grin, kissing her slowly, enjoying every moment.
"It's the burdens of being involved with a younger woman," she teased. "The risk of being worn out constantly. And I haven't even reached my prime yet."
Bill just snorted. "My, that'll be a lovely time." He muttered to himself, although knew she could hear him. "My cock will be chafed for weeks, make no mistake."
Tonks laughed so hard she fell off of him, rolling to her side and clutching her stomach. "As though you'd complain. You're as randy as a goat at your lowest. Or wasn't that you sneaking into my shower the other night at three in the morning?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," he said in what could only be called a prim voice.
"Oh, that wasn't you then?" Tonks grinned wickedly. "Maybe I should find out who it was, as I had quite a lovely time. Even if I did have to shower all over again in the end."
"Twice. Shower twice, because we did it twice." Bill was positively smirking. It was a very good morning. Not every guy could manage twice in the shower.
"See? Knew it was you." Her hand slipped down to wrap around him. It had been a wonderful shower... or showers. She quite liked being slammed into the tile walls occasionally. "Hard to mistake you for someone else, after all."
Bill groaned slightly, bucking his hips. "... that's it." He stood up, slinging her over his shoulder. "We're taking a damn shower."
"Nice arse," she compliments, watching it move as he walks and reaching down to pinch. "Glad it's mine now. I'd hate to have to kill some stupid woman for touching it."
She didn't mention the times she'd hexed a few women for looking at him in a way she didn't appreciate.
She didn't have to. Those were emblazed on his memory, actually.
"It would happen to be still in my ownership, but don't worry, I'll rent it to you sometimes."
"Says you." Tonks entertained herself by licking and nipping at his back, while continuing her harassment of his arse. "I say, finders keepers and all that. Maybe I should mark it?"
"I've already got one tattoo, I don't need more," he teased, smacking her arse once for good measure before setting her down in the shower.
"Property of Nymphadora Tonks," she retorted. "I like the sound of that."
Giving up for now, she simply gave him a wicked look and reached out for him.
Bill swatted her hands away, working the taps to get just the right hot water to come out. It was a cranky old castle.
"I'm sure you do, but it's still my arse, you know."
"You're just greedy and selfish," she teased. The water felt lovely and was quite relaxing, so she stepped in and let it run over her.
Bill watched her, almost entranced by the sight. It was, in many respects, having his own personal porno right in his shower. Except better, because only he got to see it.
"... what would you like to do now, love?"
"I guess it depends which side of me you want to press against the wall," she answered. "Are you sure you're up for it? After all, you were just whinging about how old and run down you are."
Running her hands over her breasts and between her thighs probably was a bit more encouragement than he really needed, but she was happy to oversupply.
Bill put a fist to his mouth, making a pleased sound as his face cracked into a grin. "... right now? I want to watch."
He sat down on one of the two seats in the shower, stroking his already stiff cock once with his fist, smirking. "Help an old man get ready for the big time, sweetheart?"
Tonks muttered something about it being easier in her shower with the detachable shower head, but gave in readily enough. It wasn't long before she'd thoroughly distracted herself with her own fingers and palms. She was nothing if not a highly sexual woman.
Soon soft cries filled the shower as she moved on her own fingers and touched her own skin, enjoying it even more knowing that he was watching her.
And Bill watched her, not even touching himself but getting harder by the second. Fuck. What a woman.
"... now what would you like to do?" He asked hoarsely.
"I'd like a screaming good orgasm," she replied, continuing her efforts. "Would you care to give it to me?"
Bill calmly reached out, grabbing her hips and tugging her closer. With him sitting, he only had to slouch a little to move his tongue right where they both wanted it.
After all, he had a personal best to beat here.
It didn't take much to set her off, as aroused as she'd already been from her own hands and very shortly she was rocking against him, hands tangled in his hair as she cried out his name. Such a talented man, she thought to herself as she peaked.
Of course, she kept encouraging him, as she went.
Bill kept going, though. She was wet, slick with the shower and her own arousal, but he wanted her mindless.
Hell, he was already there, she might as well join him.
Tonks wasn't far off from joining him, the overstimulation and his additional work driving her hard. He had an amazing mouth on him. She was shaking and panting before long and her knees began to give out and she fell forward against him.
Bill held her close for a few minutes, not daring to enter her. He's sure that she's so out of it that she'd either hurt or upset. Not worth it.
He wanted her third, anyway. "All right?"
"Quite," Tonks answered, before kissing him hungrily and reaching out to wrap a hand around him. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to have it, whether it killed him or not. Hopefully he'd be obliging.
Bill only got a few strokes before his hands were pushing her away, pulling her hips down on his with a long, low growl.
"Fuck yourself on me, Tonks," he murmured against her ear.
Tonks obeyed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck to give her the leverage she needed to move on him. He was huge inside her and the stretching feeling was incredible. Her head fell back as she moved, swamped with sensation.
Bill let his fingers work at her second hole, wondering if for a brief moment, she'd let him try THAT. It wasn't like he hadn't thought on it more than occasionally.
"Tell me how it feels, Tonks," he growled against her throat, thrusting hard with every push.
It felt different, but nice. It took a while to adjust to the intrusion, but in the end, it was pleasant enough. So she told him so. Tonks was always willing to experiment, and Bill had never tried anything she hadn't enjoyed in the end.
It was downright horrible, just how happy this was making him. With gentler fingers than before, he stretched her as best he could, sliding back against her until he was just nudging her there.
"... are you sure?"
Tonks nodded at him, smiling encouragingly. She was ready for this. Still, he could probably use a bit of help, so she moved back a bit, helping him get things started. It felt odd, at first, and tight. There was certainly some burning. Tonks decided it would be best if she did this at her own speed.
"Let me, love? It will make it easier." Kissing him, she continued slowly, pausing occassionally to adjust and let her body stretch until she'd taken him in fully. Now, it felt nice. Very nice, actually.
Tonks moved one of his hands to her clit, just to make sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Bill kept as still as possible, groaning hotly against her shoulder, trying to keep from thrusting. It was impossibly tight, he had to be hurting her. But when she started to rub her own center...
Well, needless to say it was almost too much for a mere mortal.
"Oh... fuck..."
Tonks echoed him, and began to move a bit, not nearly as energetically as before, but enough. Her teeth sank into his shoulder repeatedly with each movement up and down. The sensation was incredible.
Bill put his fingers to use below her own hands, filling her as best he could in every way possible. It was a lot, too much for every day, mind, but this was definitely something they'd be doing again, judging by the moans.
Bill knew he was close, so he moved that much quicker to try and bring her to a final, shattering climax.
Bill put his fingers to use below her own hands, filling her as best he could in every way possible. It was a lot, too much for every day, mind, but this was definitely something they'd be doing again, judging by the moans.
The addition of his fingers stretched and tightened things impossibly inside of her. She was sure Bill could probably feel himself as he thrust his fingers into her. Tonks screamed in pleasure, wave after wave crashing over her as she fell against him, crying his name and begging shamelessly.
Bill has had mind blowing experiences with this woman. But something about feeling himself reach that peak so deep inside of her made something else just absolutely snap, and he thrust like an animal against her until he was too spent to move, around her, inside of her, never wanting to let go.
Quietly, he kisses her neck, as the only thing that seems to be close enough to his lips is that. He is utterly, and completely exhausted.
Tonks just lay against him, unable to move, or even think. Twitching seemed to work, and she did a fair amount of that as small fading cries continued to escape her for a few more minutes before her body finally settled again.
"Fuck..." was all she could manage, drooping against him.
Bill finally managed to wrap his arms around her waist again, holding her tightly against his aching body. "You said it," he managed as well, closing his eyes as his head rested in the crook of her neck.
She'd best not call him old man again for a few weeks at least.
Tonks pressed a few quick kisses to his neck and cheek before pulling back, needing to slide off him. Sex was sex, but personal comfort was personal comfort. Standing, she pulled him back to the shower. She wanted to go back to bed, but preferred doing so clean.
Bill let her lead him, still in a complete daze. His face wore a soft smile, one he wasn't accustomed to having.
"You're beautiful."
Tonks kissed him again. "And you're amazing. Wash now, then back to bed, love."
She took care of washing both of them, taking a great deal of pleasure and care with him. Before long she'd dried them both and led him back to bed.