Seven: An Irresponsible Tonks
Rating: NC-17
It certainly hadn't been one of her better days, and Tonks knew it. She'd almost gotten herself killed in the field, and Kingsley was refusing to speak to her about it in anything less than a shouting volume as they walked into Order headquarters. Yes, she'd been careless, but it had been a good chance to bring down someone she'd been tracking for months.
Traps were tricky things, like that. Luckily she'd had backup, or it would have really been an unpleasant way to go, in the end. Tonks just wished Kingsley would shut up about it before word got around.
Given his rising volume, she doubted that was likely to happen. Happily however, he soon stormed off, throwing his hands up in disgust at her.
Bill had abso-fucking-loutly had it. He was tired trying to make her see reason about this. HE was EXHAUSTED at worrying if she was going to make yet another risky mistake and one time not come back at all.
He was tired of people telling him that the one person he couldn't live without was apparently trying to kill herself.
So he stood, watching Kingsley scream at Tonks. Waiting.
She noticed him when she turned around to storm off to the dungeons. The look in his eye did not bode well, but her temper was already so riled up from the whole situation that she was just unreasonable about it by now. So Tonks glared right back at him.
"What?" she snapped crankily.
Bill said nothing. He stormed forward, put something in her hand, then walked away, absolutely fuming himself.
She didn't get it. This might help.
"Since you're so intent on killing yourself," he finally said as he walked away, the little cyanide capsule in her hand suddenly making sense.
"Don't you dare just storm away from me, Bill Weasley," Tonks winced a bit as her voice carried farther than it really should have. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a few people making tracks out of the area. "I am not intent on killing myself and you and Kingsley are both being overprotective and ridiculous."
Tonks then spitefully tossed the capsule to the ground and snarled at him.
But storm away Bill did, his face a mask of absolute fury. He knew if he stayed too close to her, he'd make Kingsley look like a piker. And as mad as he was at her, he didn't want to risk losing her.
She was doing enough of that for the both of them.
Tonks stormed right after him, catching up to him as he was going to ground in his quarters. She was, to be honest with herself, being quite irrational and immature, which was unlike her, but the incident today had shaken her up.
"What the bloody hell is your problem, Bill?"
"My problem?" Bill said, through a barely unclenched jaw as he turned his full frame around, glaring at her. This is what Death Eaters saw. He'd never turned on her before. "My problem? Why is it you are the only Auror around here that is ALWAYS just about killing herself? Or provoking the Death Eaters? Or trying to make things as dangerously quick as possible? It's JUST YOU TONKS. No one else does this. Why the fuck do you think we all sit and worry every time you go out? BECAUSE WE KNOW YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK SOME DAY."
His hands were clenched in fists, but he wasn't going to hit her. That was too engrained in even the wild child Weasley. But he was trying to threaten her. "So help me God, Tonks. One of these days, you are determined not to come back. And if that's what you choose, then fine." His tone went harsh. "Leave me out of it then."
"It's nice to know everyone is so convinced I'll fail," she bit out at him. "As though none of my skill or hard work does any good. Despite the fact that I'm sent out over and over again no matter how tired or broken I am. Seems a bit ridiculous for people to holler at me when they're the ones sending me out all the time, when I DON'T WANT TO GO."
She wouldn't admit for a minute how intimidating he was when he was this angry. Tonks was worried he'd be mad enough to do something silly like break things off without hearing her side, especially if he were this angry.
"You all seem to think I enjoy this in some way."
"I know how often you request for the most dangerous positions, Tonks," Bill said in a hard, low voice. "I know how often you COULD defer and don't. How are we supposed to think anything else?"
He's not letting go. He's got to make her see reason.
"Better me than some young idiot who doesn't know their left from their right. At least I can handle myself and get myself, and my team, in and out with the least amount of damage. Today I made a mistake. I'm HUMAN." Tonks tried to calm down. This was Bill, after all, and he of all people had a right to her reasons. "I do not want to be the reason some kid gets killed in the field."
Bill's eyes narrowed at her.
"... and you can stop that. All the time. Every time. You can die instead of them. There's no FUCKING reason for you to hold back now and then."
His tone was apparent. Even if she didn't think it, she was giving up on everything.
That got her attention, and she paused, thinking.
"Well of course I have reasons, you enormous arse. There's you, right at the top." She plopped down on a chair, resting her head in her hands. "I try, but I can't do everything. And they're young, and stupid. For some reason, I mean less to me than they do."
Tonks looked up at him and did the unthinkable. She apologized. "I'm sorry."
Bill hadn't been expecting her to. It was Tonks, for crying out loud.
"... you can't do everything. I wish you'd... mean more to you." He pulled her into his arms, the place already good and cleared out. "You mean everything to me."
Tonks sniffed. Guilt was not something she was really used to, and Bill had the ability to make it appear somehow. Probably because she was head over heels in love with him, she figured.
"I am sorry. I wasn't thinking and I was careless." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I guess I'd gotten used to no one caring really, except Kingsley, and he's the one sending me out. I'm still getting used to this."
"I... I can't see you getting hurt so much. And I don't want you thinking you shouldn't... I need you here, Tonks," Bill murmured against her skin, his fear showing through instead of the anger now. He held her close, shaking slightly.
"I need you here."
Yes, that was definitely guilt. Tonks would have to do something about that. Even if it meant being good and more careful. It wouldn't do to have him so upset all of the time. She figured this was part of that whole relationship thing she'd not really understood.
So she wrapped herself around him and promised. "I'll try to be better. I really will. Don't be upset anymore, please?"
"Just... mean a little more to yourself," Bill said a touch clumsily. "That's all I ask."
He sighed against her neck, closing his eyes. It was hard to come down from being that angry so suddenly.
"I'll try. Not sure how to go about it." Tonks moved closer, wanting to feel him. "But I'll do my best."
Her hands tugged his shirt up and slid underneath, wanting to feel skin, and slid around to rub along his back. "You're just too good for me, Bill Weasley."
Bill shuddered a bit, burying his face against her neck now, shaking his head. "Not here. They'll be back."
He picked her up, bringing her back to his rooms and putting up one hell of a ward to keep anyone out. "I'm not too good for you. Stop thinking like that. It's half the problem."
It always amazed her that he could carry her. Montague could shove that up his arse, she thought to herself. She was most certainly not an ox. She might not be a delicate flower, but she could be carried.
"Why is that a problem, love?" Tonks was bemused. "I think you're splendid."
"That's not what I mean, Tonks," He said intently, laying her on the bed, covering her with his body. "I mean you're good enough for me. I never want to hear you say otherwise again, and I mean it."
He placed a kiss to her neck. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Oh she liked it when he loomed over her like this. Returning her hands to their previous occupation, she bit lightly at his neck. Tonks was completely unable to resist touching him at any time.
"I am? Really?" She'd never heard that from anyone before. "I always felt the opposite was true."
Bill shook his head, a few loose ginger strands tickling her face lightly. "No. Don't ever feel that way. WE are good together. And perfect for each other. End of story."
He leaned in, consuming her lips. Telling her that was that, in his book. She was more than worthy.
Tonks certainly wasn't going to argue with that. Instead, she responded wholeheartedly to his kiss. There was just something about him that made her feel special, and she cherished that.
It didn't keep her from unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off, however. Romance was wonderful. Skin was skin, and she wanted to feel.
His own fingers flew over her clothing, a few tugs here and there and they opened by the seams with a little incantation.
A lovely one he picked up in Greece, actually.
Sitting up just enough to look down at her, Bill smirked, his hair falling from its tie.
"You'll teach me that," she ordered, grinning. One hand reached up to tangle in his hair. "Right after we're done making up."
Tonks pulled him down for a kiss, long and deep. At the same time, her clever fingers finished with his belt and opened his trousers.
"Oh, I don't think I will," he teased, nipping her lip as he pulled away, using clever fingers of his own to tease and play with her breasts.
"We can negotiate," she offered, shoving his trousers to the floor and running her hands over his arse lovingly. "I'm sure I have something to offer in exchange."
Bill smirked, kissing along her neck again, then lower. "You'd better. You know how worried you made me, woman? I'm all stressed out."
"Well, I think I can help with that, at least," she shot back at him, wrapping a leg around his hips. "Work is always the best way to get past these things. Why don't you set that mouth of yours to it?"
Bill gave her a Look. He was, rarely, in dominant mode tonight. Snorting, he sat up on his heels, glaring at her in a non-anger sort of way.
"No, Tonks. I think you should set your mouth to it. I'm not the one who made me upset today, now am I?"
"Very true," she agreed, and gave him a light push backwards so that he lay on his back. "Allow me to make it up to you, love."
Tonks did her best to keep with that goal, applying her mouth to him enthusiastically. She let her happy sighs tell him how much she was enjoying having him in her mouth.
Bill arched his neck back, feeling his body enter a sort of... amazing calm plateau. He'd read about this before, a place where the sex was so good that it stopped being sex, but started becoming something else.
She was around him, all around him. It was unbelievable, he thought, closing his eyes.
This was something that Tonks enjoyed immensely, pleasuring him. Feeling him relax beneath her, she moved to a sedate pace of touch, wanting to draw it out, and bring him the most exquisite experience possible. She added gentle touches to her work, trying to express her emotions at the same time.
Bill's hands dove into her hair, tracing patterns along her jaw, groaning outright.
There was something almost beautiful about this.
It really was different. So often their love-making held an urgency they never talked about, tied into the situation the world was in, and the risks that they took. It seemed as if that was gone now. It was just the two of them, here, and now.
With a last long and loving lick, Tonks pulled off of him, and worked her way up his stomach, gentle kisses, bites and licks marking her trail as she mapped out his skin. She traced over the scars she knew so well, both old and new, while savoring the taste and feel of him.
Bill, his eyes still closed, pulled her lips against his, headily devouring her while he rolled them over, still gentle fingers tracing each one of her scars now. They were beyond words at this point.
Slowly his lips descended down her body, nipping here, soothing there. It was her turn.
She was caught up in the feel of him touching her. His hands were so gentle against her skin, so loving and still possessive. Tonks was stunned at the emotion he was expressing, so used to his rough and tumble ways.
Her thighs slipped apart instinctively, demanding the same gentle and loving touch.
And she received it, his lips gentle, unhurried, not working towards any goal than just the moment's pleasure. For once, he wasn't working for the peak.
He was working for her.
She felt so special, when he started. It was like being worshipped in a way. There was no force to it, just love, and affection. It was highly arousing, and she reacted with gentle movements of her hips against his mouth, encouraging him softly.
Tonks felt like she was the center of his world.
It made sense, really. She was.
His fingers gently pulled her into his lap, even as he bent over to continue to lick at her center, wanting quite desperately to bring her everything he could. The stars and the moon were out of the question; this was all he had. She was intoxicating, the taste of her driving him mad.
She was quite sure that was her knee draped over his shoulder, but the curling of her toes distracted her completely from the thought. That led to the realization that her fingers were tightening rhythmically in the sheets with his movements. Then it washed over her, sweet and soothing for once, but extremely mind-blowing at the same time.
It was his name, of course, that fell from her lips as she went, a calm smile on her face as her hips rose up to meet his mouth yet again, her body shaking against him.
Bill was certain he'd never tire of hearing that word from her lips. Keeping her leg where it was, he leaned forward, capturing her lips, sliding her from his mouth to his cock, biting her bottom lip slightly as he moved into her warmth.
He was, as always, home.
Her eyes opened languidly as he slid onto her, nipping at her. Her eyes were moist and she couldn't help it. It was beautiful. It felt like being complete, having him her, with her and inside of her. As she stretched around him, it was as if she could feel him everywhere, pushing against her gently.
Tonks smiled at him, trying to express the sensations somehow.
Bill laughed slightly, nuzzling her forehead with his lips, pressing his hands flat against her back to pull her still closer. The position should have been awkward. But it wasn't.
Slowly he moved her up and down against him, no hurry or rush, his body just feeling her. It was perfect.
At this point, Tonks was pretty sure there was no concept of finding a peak in her, it was just one long wave that never ended. It rolled through her constantly as he moved her, causing her to sigh and moan against him, her whole body shivering and arching with each thrust.
Bill managed an idle thought that this must be what that Muggle Sting fellow was on about all the time. It quickly dispersed though as he finally put his fingers to work against her, not able to last too much longer and painfully aware of it.
Together they would finish. After tonight, it only seemed right.
She'd been wrong, she thought, as the sensations increased again with the addition of his fingers. It could get better. That was her last coherent thought for a while as she began pleading, crying out his name, declaring her love as she went again, impossibly. Tonks wanted him there with her, and she begged him to be.
It wasn't as if he had much choice, as finally it was all too much for him, and he fell back against the pillows, Tonks cradled in his arms. Bill had never felt so close to anyone in his life before.
Tonks lay against him, breathing deeply. She felt amazing, and so connected. Her skin tingled where it touched his. Moving a bit, she nuzzled against his neck, arms wrapping around him.
She never wanted to move.
Bill held her so tightly he was worried he'd break her, but something told him that if he did, he would be able to put her back together again without a problem. she was part of him, he was part of her. There was no turning back.
"... you're worth it," he murmured again, eyes closed, breath still slightly hitched.
"Worth what, love?" she teased, loving the feeling of those arms around her, holding her so tightly. Tonks had never been loved like this before, and it was amazing to her. She knew he'd changed her now. The risk of losing this, of hurting him by disregarding this in any way was intolerable.
"Everything," he murmured, nuzzling her hair. "You're worth everything."
His arms tightened around her still more, shaking slightly.
"I thought that was you, you know. Center of my universe and all." Tonks kissed her way up the side of his neck, licking a stray drop of sweat. "Everything seems to revolve around you now."
"It just looks that way since I refuse to be apart from you, actually," Bill said almost cheerfully, pulling her to her side just enough so they could lie together and stare into the other's eyes without losing their connection.
"I love you," he said quietly, touching his lips just barely against hers.
Her eyes watered a bit at his words, small tears escaping. She wondered if he knew how much that meant to her, hearing him say those words. Knowing Bill, most likely he did.
"I love you," she replied. "So very much."
He kissed her forehead again, knowing that she had to be utterly emotionally spent. Bill left the wards up, figuring no one would bother them for the night at any rate, but better safe than sorry. "Sleep," he murmured against her forehead, using his thumbs to wipe her eyes clear.
"You'll still be here in the morning?" It was something that was still unique to her, waking up next to him. Her eyes drifted shut as exhaustion crept up on her.
"Promise," he mumbled again, pulling the covers over the two of them. He paused a minute, then added an afterthought.
"Always."
It certainly hadn't been one of her better days, and Tonks knew it. She'd almost gotten herself killed in the field, and Kingsley was refusing to speak to her about it in anything less than a shouting volume as they walked into Order headquarters. Yes, she'd been careless, but it had been a good chance to bring down someone she'd been tracking for months.
Traps were tricky things, like that. Luckily she'd had backup, or it would have really been an unpleasant way to go, in the end. Tonks just wished Kingsley would shut up about it before word got around.
Given his rising volume, she doubted that was likely to happen. Happily however, he soon stormed off, throwing his hands up in disgust at her.
Bill had abso-fucking-loutly had it. He was tired trying to make her see reason about this. HE was EXHAUSTED at worrying if she was going to make yet another risky mistake and one time not come back at all.
He was tired of people telling him that the one person he couldn't live without was apparently trying to kill herself.
So he stood, watching Kingsley scream at Tonks. Waiting.
She noticed him when she turned around to storm off to the dungeons. The look in his eye did not bode well, but her temper was already so riled up from the whole situation that she was just unreasonable about it by now. So Tonks glared right back at him.
"What?" she snapped crankily.
Bill said nothing. He stormed forward, put something in her hand, then walked away, absolutely fuming himself.
She didn't get it. This might help.
"Since you're so intent on killing yourself," he finally said as he walked away, the little cyanide capsule in her hand suddenly making sense.
"Don't you dare just storm away from me, Bill Weasley," Tonks winced a bit as her voice carried farther than it really should have. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a few people making tracks out of the area. "I am not intent on killing myself and you and Kingsley are both being overprotective and ridiculous."
Tonks then spitefully tossed the capsule to the ground and snarled at him.
But storm away Bill did, his face a mask of absolute fury. He knew if he stayed too close to her, he'd make Kingsley look like a piker. And as mad as he was at her, he didn't want to risk losing her.
She was doing enough of that for the both of them.
Tonks stormed right after him, catching up to him as he was going to ground in his quarters. She was, to be honest with herself, being quite irrational and immature, which was unlike her, but the incident today had shaken her up.
"What the bloody hell is your problem, Bill?"
"My problem?" Bill said, through a barely unclenched jaw as he turned his full frame around, glaring at her. This is what Death Eaters saw. He'd never turned on her before. "My problem? Why is it you are the only Auror around here that is ALWAYS just about killing herself? Or provoking the Death Eaters? Or trying to make things as dangerously quick as possible? It's JUST YOU TONKS. No one else does this. Why the fuck do you think we all sit and worry every time you go out? BECAUSE WE KNOW YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK SOME DAY."
His hands were clenched in fists, but he wasn't going to hit her. That was too engrained in even the wild child Weasley. But he was trying to threaten her. "So help me God, Tonks. One of these days, you are determined not to come back. And if that's what you choose, then fine." His tone went harsh. "Leave me out of it then."
"It's nice to know everyone is so convinced I'll fail," she bit out at him. "As though none of my skill or hard work does any good. Despite the fact that I'm sent out over and over again no matter how tired or broken I am. Seems a bit ridiculous for people to holler at me when they're the ones sending me out all the time, when I DON'T WANT TO GO."
She wouldn't admit for a minute how intimidating he was when he was this angry. Tonks was worried he'd be mad enough to do something silly like break things off without hearing her side, especially if he were this angry.
"You all seem to think I enjoy this in some way."
"I know how often you request for the most dangerous positions, Tonks," Bill said in a hard, low voice. "I know how often you COULD defer and don't. How are we supposed to think anything else?"
He's not letting go. He's got to make her see reason.
"Better me than some young idiot who doesn't know their left from their right. At least I can handle myself and get myself, and my team, in and out with the least amount of damage. Today I made a mistake. I'm HUMAN." Tonks tried to calm down. This was Bill, after all, and he of all people had a right to her reasons. "I do not want to be the reason some kid gets killed in the field."
Bill's eyes narrowed at her.
"... and you can stop that. All the time. Every time. You can die instead of them. There's no FUCKING reason for you to hold back now and then."
His tone was apparent. Even if she didn't think it, she was giving up on everything.
That got her attention, and she paused, thinking.
"Well of course I have reasons, you enormous arse. There's you, right at the top." She plopped down on a chair, resting her head in her hands. "I try, but I can't do everything. And they're young, and stupid. For some reason, I mean less to me than they do."
Tonks looked up at him and did the unthinkable. She apologized. "I'm sorry."
Bill hadn't been expecting her to. It was Tonks, for crying out loud.
"... you can't do everything. I wish you'd... mean more to you." He pulled her into his arms, the place already good and cleared out. "You mean everything to me."
Tonks sniffed. Guilt was not something she was really used to, and Bill had the ability to make it appear somehow. Probably because she was head over heels in love with him, she figured.
"I am sorry. I wasn't thinking and I was careless." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I guess I'd gotten used to no one caring really, except Kingsley, and he's the one sending me out. I'm still getting used to this."
"I... I can't see you getting hurt so much. And I don't want you thinking you shouldn't... I need you here, Tonks," Bill murmured against her skin, his fear showing through instead of the anger now. He held her close, shaking slightly.
"I need you here."
Yes, that was definitely guilt. Tonks would have to do something about that. Even if it meant being good and more careful. It wouldn't do to have him so upset all of the time. She figured this was part of that whole relationship thing she'd not really understood.
So she wrapped herself around him and promised. "I'll try to be better. I really will. Don't be upset anymore, please?"
"Just... mean a little more to yourself," Bill said a touch clumsily. "That's all I ask."
He sighed against her neck, closing his eyes. It was hard to come down from being that angry so suddenly.
"I'll try. Not sure how to go about it." Tonks moved closer, wanting to feel him. "But I'll do my best."
Her hands tugged his shirt up and slid underneath, wanting to feel skin, and slid around to rub along his back. "You're just too good for me, Bill Weasley."
Bill shuddered a bit, burying his face against her neck now, shaking his head. "Not here. They'll be back."
He picked her up, bringing her back to his rooms and putting up one hell of a ward to keep anyone out. "I'm not too good for you. Stop thinking like that. It's half the problem."
It always amazed her that he could carry her. Montague could shove that up his arse, she thought to herself. She was most certainly not an ox. She might not be a delicate flower, but she could be carried.
"Why is that a problem, love?" Tonks was bemused. "I think you're splendid."
"That's not what I mean, Tonks," He said intently, laying her on the bed, covering her with his body. "I mean you're good enough for me. I never want to hear you say otherwise again, and I mean it."
He placed a kiss to her neck. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Oh she liked it when he loomed over her like this. Returning her hands to their previous occupation, she bit lightly at his neck. Tonks was completely unable to resist touching him at any time.
"I am? Really?" She'd never heard that from anyone before. "I always felt the opposite was true."
Bill shook his head, a few loose ginger strands tickling her face lightly. "No. Don't ever feel that way. WE are good together. And perfect for each other. End of story."
He leaned in, consuming her lips. Telling her that was that, in his book. She was more than worthy.
Tonks certainly wasn't going to argue with that. Instead, she responded wholeheartedly to his kiss. There was just something about him that made her feel special, and she cherished that.
It didn't keep her from unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off, however. Romance was wonderful. Skin was skin, and she wanted to feel.
His own fingers flew over her clothing, a few tugs here and there and they opened by the seams with a little incantation.
A lovely one he picked up in Greece, actually.
Sitting up just enough to look down at her, Bill smirked, his hair falling from its tie.
"You'll teach me that," she ordered, grinning. One hand reached up to tangle in his hair. "Right after we're done making up."
Tonks pulled him down for a kiss, long and deep. At the same time, her clever fingers finished with his belt and opened his trousers.
"Oh, I don't think I will," he teased, nipping her lip as he pulled away, using clever fingers of his own to tease and play with her breasts.
"We can negotiate," she offered, shoving his trousers to the floor and running her hands over his arse lovingly. "I'm sure I have something to offer in exchange."
Bill smirked, kissing along her neck again, then lower. "You'd better. You know how worried you made me, woman? I'm all stressed out."
"Well, I think I can help with that, at least," she shot back at him, wrapping a leg around his hips. "Work is always the best way to get past these things. Why don't you set that mouth of yours to it?"
Bill gave her a Look. He was, rarely, in dominant mode tonight. Snorting, he sat up on his heels, glaring at her in a non-anger sort of way.
"No, Tonks. I think you should set your mouth to it. I'm not the one who made me upset today, now am I?"
"Very true," she agreed, and gave him a light push backwards so that he lay on his back. "Allow me to make it up to you, love."
Tonks did her best to keep with that goal, applying her mouth to him enthusiastically. She let her happy sighs tell him how much she was enjoying having him in her mouth.
Bill arched his neck back, feeling his body enter a sort of... amazing calm plateau. He'd read about this before, a place where the sex was so good that it stopped being sex, but started becoming something else.
She was around him, all around him. It was unbelievable, he thought, closing his eyes.
This was something that Tonks enjoyed immensely, pleasuring him. Feeling him relax beneath her, she moved to a sedate pace of touch, wanting to draw it out, and bring him the most exquisite experience possible. She added gentle touches to her work, trying to express her emotions at the same time.
Bill's hands dove into her hair, tracing patterns along her jaw, groaning outright.
There was something almost beautiful about this.
It really was different. So often their love-making held an urgency they never talked about, tied into the situation the world was in, and the risks that they took. It seemed as if that was gone now. It was just the two of them, here, and now.
With a last long and loving lick, Tonks pulled off of him, and worked her way up his stomach, gentle kisses, bites and licks marking her trail as she mapped out his skin. She traced over the scars she knew so well, both old and new, while savoring the taste and feel of him.
Bill, his eyes still closed, pulled her lips against his, headily devouring her while he rolled them over, still gentle fingers tracing each one of her scars now. They were beyond words at this point.
Slowly his lips descended down her body, nipping here, soothing there. It was her turn.
She was caught up in the feel of him touching her. His hands were so gentle against her skin, so loving and still possessive. Tonks was stunned at the emotion he was expressing, so used to his rough and tumble ways.
Her thighs slipped apart instinctively, demanding the same gentle and loving touch.
And she received it, his lips gentle, unhurried, not working towards any goal than just the moment's pleasure. For once, he wasn't working for the peak.
He was working for her.
She felt so special, when he started. It was like being worshipped in a way. There was no force to it, just love, and affection. It was highly arousing, and she reacted with gentle movements of her hips against his mouth, encouraging him softly.
Tonks felt like she was the center of his world.
It made sense, really. She was.
His fingers gently pulled her into his lap, even as he bent over to continue to lick at her center, wanting quite desperately to bring her everything he could. The stars and the moon were out of the question; this was all he had. She was intoxicating, the taste of her driving him mad.
She was quite sure that was her knee draped over his shoulder, but the curling of her toes distracted her completely from the thought. That led to the realization that her fingers were tightening rhythmically in the sheets with his movements. Then it washed over her, sweet and soothing for once, but extremely mind-blowing at the same time.
It was his name, of course, that fell from her lips as she went, a calm smile on her face as her hips rose up to meet his mouth yet again, her body shaking against him.
Bill was certain he'd never tire of hearing that word from her lips. Keeping her leg where it was, he leaned forward, capturing her lips, sliding her from his mouth to his cock, biting her bottom lip slightly as he moved into her warmth.
He was, as always, home.
Her eyes opened languidly as he slid onto her, nipping at her. Her eyes were moist and she couldn't help it. It was beautiful. It felt like being complete, having him her, with her and inside of her. As she stretched around him, it was as if she could feel him everywhere, pushing against her gently.
Tonks smiled at him, trying to express the sensations somehow.
Bill laughed slightly, nuzzling her forehead with his lips, pressing his hands flat against her back to pull her still closer. The position should have been awkward. But it wasn't.
Slowly he moved her up and down against him, no hurry or rush, his body just feeling her. It was perfect.
At this point, Tonks was pretty sure there was no concept of finding a peak in her, it was just one long wave that never ended. It rolled through her constantly as he moved her, causing her to sigh and moan against him, her whole body shivering and arching with each thrust.
Bill managed an idle thought that this must be what that Muggle Sting fellow was on about all the time. It quickly dispersed though as he finally put his fingers to work against her, not able to last too much longer and painfully aware of it.
Together they would finish. After tonight, it only seemed right.
She'd been wrong, she thought, as the sensations increased again with the addition of his fingers. It could get better. That was her last coherent thought for a while as she began pleading, crying out his name, declaring her love as she went again, impossibly. Tonks wanted him there with her, and she begged him to be.
It wasn't as if he had much choice, as finally it was all too much for him, and he fell back against the pillows, Tonks cradled in his arms. Bill had never felt so close to anyone in his life before.
Tonks lay against him, breathing deeply. She felt amazing, and so connected. Her skin tingled where it touched his. Moving a bit, she nuzzled against his neck, arms wrapping around him.
She never wanted to move.
Bill held her so tightly he was worried he'd break her, but something told him that if he did, he would be able to put her back together again without a problem. she was part of him, he was part of her. There was no turning back.
"... you're worth it," he murmured again, eyes closed, breath still slightly hitched.
"Worth what, love?" she teased, loving the feeling of those arms around her, holding her so tightly. Tonks had never been loved like this before, and it was amazing to her. She knew he'd changed her now. The risk of losing this, of hurting him by disregarding this in any way was intolerable.
"Everything," he murmured, nuzzling her hair. "You're worth everything."
His arms tightened around her still more, shaking slightly.
"I thought that was you, you know. Center of my universe and all." Tonks kissed her way up the side of his neck, licking a stray drop of sweat. "Everything seems to revolve around you now."
"It just looks that way since I refuse to be apart from you, actually," Bill said almost cheerfully, pulling her to her side just enough so they could lie together and stare into the other's eyes without losing their connection.
"I love you," he said quietly, touching his lips just barely against hers.
Her eyes watered a bit at his words, small tears escaping. She wondered if he knew how much that meant to her, hearing him say those words. Knowing Bill, most likely he did.
"I love you," she replied. "So very much."
He kissed her forehead again, knowing that she had to be utterly emotionally spent. Bill left the wards up, figuring no one would bother them for the night at any rate, but better safe than sorry. "Sleep," he murmured against her forehead, using his thumbs to wipe her eyes clear.
"You'll still be here in the morning?" It was something that was still unique to her, waking up next to him. Her eyes drifted shut as exhaustion crept up on her.
"Promise," he mumbled again, pulling the covers over the two of them. He paused a minute, then added an afterthought.
"Always."