Seven: An evening after the honeymoon....
Rating: NC-17
Bill came in, dragging arse late from work and generally looking miserable. The backlog at work and the war seeming to lose ground every day was just too much lately. He wanted to curl up with Tonks and ignore everything else. But he couldn't. He loved her, but had to keep fighting. It was just the way of the Weasley.
Tonks had been planning her surprise all day. Knowing he was likely to be late, she'd planned something that could hold until he actually made it home. Looking up at his footsteps, she stretched from her position on the floor in front of the fire. Bless that warm, soft sheepskin rug. "'lo love. You look worn."
Bill smiled, tiredly, throwing his coat over the sofaback. "... missed you today," he murmured, falling next to her and burying his face in her hair.
She held him close for a while, letting him relax and enjoy just being home. Returning to job which held basically nothing for her to do unless an emergency arose, she'd been bored all day, but she knew things were different for him. "Got a surprise for you," she finally said, smiling in anticipation.
"Do you?" Bill murmured quietly, rather happy about the prospect of something other than bad news. "... is it bigger than a bread box?"
Tonks waved her wand in the direction of the chair, and a picnic basket came flying over to settle next to them. "Got us a nice dinner that we can eat in front of the fire. Thought we could eat, talk, and then explore the wonders of sex in front of the fireplace."
Bill smiled a bit less tiredly, leaning over and kissing her deeply. "You thought of everything then, didn't you?"
She could have lost herself in that kiss, but she was determined to be good. Spoiling him was the order of the day. Pulling back finally, she kissed the tip of his nose. "Just you, really. Got all your favorites." She opened the basked to show him.
Bill blinked, feeling more than slightly pleased. "All for me? Naw, I want you to be happy too, pet." Still, he grabbed for the chicken. As it just looked too good.
"I am. Eat." Tonks encouraged him by poking him gently. Really, he could be so silly sometimes. "It's not as if I don't like anything there."
Bill grinned, sliding a hand around her waist happily. "Tell me about your day." Give me something else instead of my own day to think of, roughly translated from Billspeak.
She did so willingly, rambling about how she'd hired Ginny, had a bunch of lazy employees she was whipping into shape, and how bored she was overall with the lack of anything productive to do at work.
Bill held her close, smiling to himself as he heard about the mundane detalis. It calmed him down, really. The chicken helped too.
"Then Harry said something about running off with Ginny...." Tonks paused. She hadn't meant to say that part out loud.
Bill nearly choked on his chicken, to turn a phrase, and stared at Tonks with near bug eyes. "... WHAT?"
"Well I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, love." Tonks watched to make sure he didn't need a good swat on the back or something. "Although I'm sure he'd probably like to. I tried to tell him I'd just hired her but... well... you know how young people are."
Bill just growled a bit, humphing about certain Boys Who May Have Lived But In No Way Were Good Enough For His Sister.
Tonks couldn't help but laugh. "Really love, it's not like they're shagging, that we know of. Although that basket your sister sent disturbs me just a bit."
Bill nuzzled his face against her neck again, sighing. "She was trying to get my goat. I doubt she thought we'd use it."
"You think?" Tonks snickered. "I really enjoyed the riding crop and the fuzzy cuffs. Keep your delicate skin all soft, you know, just so I can mark up your arse."
"As long as you have a plan, love," Bill murmured. "But I don't want to talk about my sister anymore. or her toys. I just want you at the moment, thanks."
Tonks went back to cuddling with him, stealing bits of food when she wanted them. She wasn't terribly hungry tonight, but it was fun to watch his face as she did so.
And he did scowl approrpiately, smirking slightly at Tonks since it was all really just a show. Finally, hunger sated, he rested back, her in the crook of his arm. Comfortable. "Love you, pet."
"Love you too," she replied, toying with the buttons on his shirt. "Thought you deserved a bit of spoiling, you know. Been working so hard and all. That all right with you?"
"I can't say that arguing would be in my best intrest, no." He smirked slightly, laying back and watching the firelight play with her features.
"Good." Tonks packed the food back up and pulled a few other things out of the basket, setting them on the hearth. Dusting her hands off, she smiled down at him. "Off with the clothes then, will you?"
"No, as that's horribly unromantic, undressing myself." He did sound rather like a petulant child.
"Does that mean you don't want the lovely massage I was planning on giving you first?" she asked impudently, pointing with her chin to the oils warming by the fire. "Because really, I thought you might like it. But if you'd rather I strip and shag you, I can do that too..."
Bill sighed, extremely theatrically. With a little eye roll, he pulled his shirt and trousers off, managing a smile as his half-erect cock stood out. "... well, I know which one he'd vote for."
Tonks muttered something about men, and their perversions, before taking off her own clothes slowly. If he was going to be that way about it, she might as well make it fun for both of them. When done, she grabbed one of the bottles and moved over to him. "On your front, Mr. Weasley."
Bill rolled over, teasingly waving his arse for her. "Like this then?"
Swatting him firmly, she pushed him flat. "Really love, you're just full of piss and vinegar tonight, aren't you?" Settling herself over his hips, she drizzled the warm oil down his back and put her hands to work. She'd always been good at this, and enjoyed the art of it. As she worked, she began to tell him all the various reasons she loved him, from the small, to the large.
Bill relaxed almost immediately, closing his eyes. "I love you, Nymph," he murmured against his arms. His entire body seemed to react to her touch.
"Love you. Even when you're silly." Tonks continued massaging, working out the knots and sore spots she found. There were days she wished they could both just walk away from all of this, given what it was doing to them day in and day out. Instead, she did the best she could to make him happy. In the process, she enjoyed herself, watching her hands move over his skin in the firelight.
Bill felt his cock nearly painfully enlarge against the carpet, and rubbed slightly to try and relieve the pressure. He didn't want to walk away from all of it, because it wouldn't change that way. But he did want to have these moments. He needed them.
Finished with his back and shoulders, as well as his arms, Tonks stood, and nudged him over. She was done with the casual touching, and settled down over his hips to run her hands over his chest. Leaning forward to kiss him softly, she sighed against his lips. "Beautiful."
Rubbing his cock against her arse, he reached up and touched her breasts happily. "You know, I think you're right. About you."
Tonks reached over for the bottle of oil again, coating her hands. Then she handed the bottled ot him, and reached back and coated him fingers sliding over his hard length. "You're going to make me vain."
"I can't say I mind the idea," he murmurs in return, arching against her hands. "What are you going to get me ready for then, hm?" Oil wasn't something they ever really needed.
Tonks just grinned at him, and took his hands, moving one to her breast and the other to her center. Then she raised her hips and reached back to grasp him. This would have to be done delicately, but at least with her on top, she'd have the control. They'd only really done it a few times. Still, he deserved special treats. So she lowered herself carefully, pausing as she did to allow her body to adjust.
Bill groaned, in utter surprise as his fingers clenched in both areas more than he meant to. Fuck, she was so tight. "Holy fuck..."
Tonks groaned to match him, surprised at how good it felt like this. It took a bit before she had him fully, but it was well worth it to see the look on his face. "You like?" she asked, panting lightly before shifting up again slowly.
"Oh fuck yes," Bill murmured, sliding two of his fingers in far less gently than he meant to. He couldn't help it. She felt so damn good.
Crying out at the feel of his fingers, she fought to control her movements, keeping them painfully slow. Her body was already shaking lightly at the pleasure of his touch. "Can't last long, love," she murmured, lowering herself again.
"Not a bad thing," Bill murmurs, not really near his own peak, but not planning on seeing her through one of his own.
The contrasting sensations were just too much for her, and before she knew it she snapped, back arching and head falling back, calling out his name as his fingers moved inside her and she moved over him.
Bill groaned, counting backwards in hiratic to keep from coming just yet. He moved his fingers over and over, then pulled her around as he got on his knees to get her on her hands and knees as well. "I want to fuck you properly now, pet." He shifted his cock to her center, fisting his hands in her hair.
"Get on with it then?" Tonks batted her eyelashes at him over her shoulder and wiggling her arse at him. "Clearly I'm desperately in need of it."
Thrusting in deeper than usual, thanks to the lovely useage of oil, Bill did just that, muttering filthy things about just how good she felt, just how right it was to fuck her. His fingers delved deep into her other entrance, stroking her center, playing with her breasts.
Tonks gave thanks for her idea of the oil, and made a mental note while she still could to buy more. Then she gave herself over to him, rocking her hips back against him with each thrust, feeling him shake her body over and over. It was all she could do to keep on her hands and knees as her whole body reacted to the sensations he was creating.
Bill tweaked her nipple hard, trying to get her off one last time. "Come for me, Nymph," Bill pleaded, his own release so close.
A few more thrusts and she did, wailing into the rug as her arms shook and she began to sink. He just felt so incredible, and her body was overwhelmed. Calling out his name in the midst of a few other fairly profane things, her knees began to give out.
Bill finally screamed as well, falling down against her back with a quiet sort of whimper of his own. "... you're amazing, Nymph. Amazing." He kissed her shoulder, her neck, anything he could reach. "I love you."
"Love you too," she murmured into the carpet, still working on unclenching her fingers from it as she panted. "You're pretty amazing yourself, love. I may be stuck here."
"Well, it'll be a good life. Shagging near constnatly with your arse in the air like this." He groaned against her neck, unwilling or unable to pull out.
"Not a bad way to live, especially as you're the one shagging me." Her fingers finally released and she sighed happily, settling comfortably. "I take it you liked your surprise then?"
Bill managed to roll them over without sliding out of her just yet. "Amazingly. Who knows, maybe you're knocked up as well. Wouldn't that be something?"
Tonks smiled at the thought, tugging his arm around her and just enjoying the feeling of him. "It would be. Lovely gift, right before the holidays, hm?"
"I can't think of anything better," Bill murmured against her neck, stroking at her center with his fingers.
Bill came in, dragging arse late from work and generally looking miserable. The backlog at work and the war seeming to lose ground every day was just too much lately. He wanted to curl up with Tonks and ignore everything else. But he couldn't. He loved her, but had to keep fighting. It was just the way of the Weasley.
Tonks had been planning her surprise all day. Knowing he was likely to be late, she'd planned something that could hold until he actually made it home. Looking up at his footsteps, she stretched from her position on the floor in front of the fire. Bless that warm, soft sheepskin rug. "'lo love. You look worn."
Bill smiled, tiredly, throwing his coat over the sofaback. "... missed you today," he murmured, falling next to her and burying his face in her hair.
She held him close for a while, letting him relax and enjoy just being home. Returning to job which held basically nothing for her to do unless an emergency arose, she'd been bored all day, but she knew things were different for him. "Got a surprise for you," she finally said, smiling in anticipation.
"Do you?" Bill murmured quietly, rather happy about the prospect of something other than bad news. "... is it bigger than a bread box?"
Tonks waved her wand in the direction of the chair, and a picnic basket came flying over to settle next to them. "Got us a nice dinner that we can eat in front of the fire. Thought we could eat, talk, and then explore the wonders of sex in front of the fireplace."
Bill smiled a bit less tiredly, leaning over and kissing her deeply. "You thought of everything then, didn't you?"
She could have lost herself in that kiss, but she was determined to be good. Spoiling him was the order of the day. Pulling back finally, she kissed the tip of his nose. "Just you, really. Got all your favorites." She opened the basked to show him.
Bill blinked, feeling more than slightly pleased. "All for me? Naw, I want you to be happy too, pet." Still, he grabbed for the chicken. As it just looked too good.
"I am. Eat." Tonks encouraged him by poking him gently. Really, he could be so silly sometimes. "It's not as if I don't like anything there."
Bill grinned, sliding a hand around her waist happily. "Tell me about your day." Give me something else instead of my own day to think of, roughly translated from Billspeak.
She did so willingly, rambling about how she'd hired Ginny, had a bunch of lazy employees she was whipping into shape, and how bored she was overall with the lack of anything productive to do at work.
Bill held her close, smiling to himself as he heard about the mundane detalis. It calmed him down, really. The chicken helped too.
"Then Harry said something about running off with Ginny...." Tonks paused. She hadn't meant to say that part out loud.
Bill nearly choked on his chicken, to turn a phrase, and stared at Tonks with near bug eyes. "... WHAT?"
"Well I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, love." Tonks watched to make sure he didn't need a good swat on the back or something. "Although I'm sure he'd probably like to. I tried to tell him I'd just hired her but... well... you know how young people are."
Bill just growled a bit, humphing about certain Boys Who May Have Lived But In No Way Were Good Enough For His Sister.
Tonks couldn't help but laugh. "Really love, it's not like they're shagging, that we know of. Although that basket your sister sent disturbs me just a bit."
Bill nuzzled his face against her neck again, sighing. "She was trying to get my goat. I doubt she thought we'd use it."
"You think?" Tonks snickered. "I really enjoyed the riding crop and the fuzzy cuffs. Keep your delicate skin all soft, you know, just so I can mark up your arse."
"As long as you have a plan, love," Bill murmured. "But I don't want to talk about my sister anymore. or her toys. I just want you at the moment, thanks."
Tonks went back to cuddling with him, stealing bits of food when she wanted them. She wasn't terribly hungry tonight, but it was fun to watch his face as she did so.
And he did scowl approrpiately, smirking slightly at Tonks since it was all really just a show. Finally, hunger sated, he rested back, her in the crook of his arm. Comfortable. "Love you, pet."
"Love you too," she replied, toying with the buttons on his shirt. "Thought you deserved a bit of spoiling, you know. Been working so hard and all. That all right with you?"
"I can't say that arguing would be in my best intrest, no." He smirked slightly, laying back and watching the firelight play with her features.
"Good." Tonks packed the food back up and pulled a few other things out of the basket, setting them on the hearth. Dusting her hands off, she smiled down at him. "Off with the clothes then, will you?"
"No, as that's horribly unromantic, undressing myself." He did sound rather like a petulant child.
"Does that mean you don't want the lovely massage I was planning on giving you first?" she asked impudently, pointing with her chin to the oils warming by the fire. "Because really, I thought you might like it. But if you'd rather I strip and shag you, I can do that too..."
Bill sighed, extremely theatrically. With a little eye roll, he pulled his shirt and trousers off, managing a smile as his half-erect cock stood out. "... well, I know which one he'd vote for."
Tonks muttered something about men, and their perversions, before taking off her own clothes slowly. If he was going to be that way about it, she might as well make it fun for both of them. When done, she grabbed one of the bottles and moved over to him. "On your front, Mr. Weasley."
Bill rolled over, teasingly waving his arse for her. "Like this then?"
Swatting him firmly, she pushed him flat. "Really love, you're just full of piss and vinegar tonight, aren't you?" Settling herself over his hips, she drizzled the warm oil down his back and put her hands to work. She'd always been good at this, and enjoyed the art of it. As she worked, she began to tell him all the various reasons she loved him, from the small, to the large.
Bill relaxed almost immediately, closing his eyes. "I love you, Nymph," he murmured against his arms. His entire body seemed to react to her touch.
"Love you. Even when you're silly." Tonks continued massaging, working out the knots and sore spots she found. There were days she wished they could both just walk away from all of this, given what it was doing to them day in and day out. Instead, she did the best she could to make him happy. In the process, she enjoyed herself, watching her hands move over his skin in the firelight.
Bill felt his cock nearly painfully enlarge against the carpet, and rubbed slightly to try and relieve the pressure. He didn't want to walk away from all of it, because it wouldn't change that way. But he did want to have these moments. He needed them.
Finished with his back and shoulders, as well as his arms, Tonks stood, and nudged him over. She was done with the casual touching, and settled down over his hips to run her hands over his chest. Leaning forward to kiss him softly, she sighed against his lips. "Beautiful."
Rubbing his cock against her arse, he reached up and touched her breasts happily. "You know, I think you're right. About you."
Tonks reached over for the bottle of oil again, coating her hands. Then she handed the bottled ot him, and reached back and coated him fingers sliding over his hard length. "You're going to make me vain."
"I can't say I mind the idea," he murmurs in return, arching against her hands. "What are you going to get me ready for then, hm?" Oil wasn't something they ever really needed.
Tonks just grinned at him, and took his hands, moving one to her breast and the other to her center. Then she raised her hips and reached back to grasp him. This would have to be done delicately, but at least with her on top, she'd have the control. They'd only really done it a few times. Still, he deserved special treats. So she lowered herself carefully, pausing as she did to allow her body to adjust.
Bill groaned, in utter surprise as his fingers clenched in both areas more than he meant to. Fuck, she was so tight. "Holy fuck..."
Tonks groaned to match him, surprised at how good it felt like this. It took a bit before she had him fully, but it was well worth it to see the look on his face. "You like?" she asked, panting lightly before shifting up again slowly.
"Oh fuck yes," Bill murmured, sliding two of his fingers in far less gently than he meant to. He couldn't help it. She felt so damn good.
Crying out at the feel of his fingers, she fought to control her movements, keeping them painfully slow. Her body was already shaking lightly at the pleasure of his touch. "Can't last long, love," she murmured, lowering herself again.
"Not a bad thing," Bill murmurs, not really near his own peak, but not planning on seeing her through one of his own.
The contrasting sensations were just too much for her, and before she knew it she snapped, back arching and head falling back, calling out his name as his fingers moved inside her and she moved over him.
Bill groaned, counting backwards in hiratic to keep from coming just yet. He moved his fingers over and over, then pulled her around as he got on his knees to get her on her hands and knees as well. "I want to fuck you properly now, pet." He shifted his cock to her center, fisting his hands in her hair.
"Get on with it then?" Tonks batted her eyelashes at him over her shoulder and wiggling her arse at him. "Clearly I'm desperately in need of it."
Thrusting in deeper than usual, thanks to the lovely useage of oil, Bill did just that, muttering filthy things about just how good she felt, just how right it was to fuck her. His fingers delved deep into her other entrance, stroking her center, playing with her breasts.
Tonks gave thanks for her idea of the oil, and made a mental note while she still could to buy more. Then she gave herself over to him, rocking her hips back against him with each thrust, feeling him shake her body over and over. It was all she could do to keep on her hands and knees as her whole body reacted to the sensations he was creating.
Bill tweaked her nipple hard, trying to get her off one last time. "Come for me, Nymph," Bill pleaded, his own release so close.
A few more thrusts and she did, wailing into the rug as her arms shook and she began to sink. He just felt so incredible, and her body was overwhelmed. Calling out his name in the midst of a few other fairly profane things, her knees began to give out.
Bill finally screamed as well, falling down against her back with a quiet sort of whimper of his own. "... you're amazing, Nymph. Amazing." He kissed her shoulder, her neck, anything he could reach. "I love you."
"Love you too," she murmured into the carpet, still working on unclenching her fingers from it as she panted. "You're pretty amazing yourself, love. I may be stuck here."
"Well, it'll be a good life. Shagging near constnatly with your arse in the air like this." He groaned against her neck, unwilling or unable to pull out.
"Not a bad way to live, especially as you're the one shagging me." Her fingers finally released and she sighed happily, settling comfortably. "I take it you liked your surprise then?"
Bill managed to roll them over without sliding out of her just yet. "Amazingly. Who knows, maybe you're knocked up as well. Wouldn't that be something?"
Tonks smiled at the thought, tugging his arm around her and just enjoying the feeling of him. "It would be. Lovely gift, right before the holidays, hm?"
"I can't think of anything better," Bill murmured against her neck, stroking at her center with his fingers.