Seven: Honeymoon goodness
Rating: NC-17
Note: Yes, I know, I'm lazy and behind.
Tonks was waiting impatiently for Bill, blindfolded and stranded on the sofa. The house had been tidied from the previous day's festivities and now she wanted to be off. When she'd mentioned leaving, she'd found herself seated and blind and what she really wanted was to go!
Bill had everything they'd need in his pocket after a quick reducing charm, and sitting down next to her, he pushed a small silver ring, about the size of a bangle, into her hand, holding ont it as well.
"... ready, love?"
"More than ready," she replied eagerly, leaning against him, and blindly kissing his cheek. He smelled very nice, she thought, and contemplated an 'accidental' delay of departure for an hour or two, but restrained herself.
"I can't wait to have you all to myself. Time away from all of this, and time spent with you? You're lucky I haven't already left."
Bill kissed her, then activated the portkey. Soon enough, warm sand was under them, and a tropical breeze swirled around them.
"It's not a very big island, but everyone should make it to Hawaii at least once. And this is private." He pulled off the blindfold,
grinning.
She spun around repeatedly, eager to see everything. It was lovely, to say the least, and so warm! Turning to face him, she threw her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him fondly.
"Beautiful! I've never been anywhere so lovely," she told him, smiling. "This is going to be incredible, love."
The little hut he had rented was sitting there behind them, and Bill grinned, picking her up in his arms, carrying her off to the bungalow. "Two weeks, hopefully. Just you and me and the sun."
He threw his clothes off as quick as possible, throwing the luggage into the corner with a huge grin. "And no damn clothes."
Hers quickly followed, tossed on top of the luggage randomly. She did apologise for nearly smacking him with a boot in the process, however. "I think I have to agree, Mr. Weasley. No clothes seems the best way to go about things. I certainly prefer the view."
Bill just grinned, crawling over her happily, nuzzling between her breasts. "Love you, Mrs Weasley."
Tonks laughed a bit. "Not sure I'm used to that, yet. Albus kept calling me that and I kept looking around for Molly, sure he'd lost his mind."
Running her fingers through his hair, she finally let herself relax fully, content to be here, in his arms, alone. The madness of the past couple of weeks seemed to just fade away in the warm air and soft breeze. "I love you too. Even if I did tell everyone I was marrying you because you'd cut me off."
Bill blinks up at her, snorting. "Oh, and that was your main reason, is that it? I have a mind to leave you here, squirming."
He sat up, looking mock-cross.
"As opposed to being madly in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of my life with you, I suppose it does seem a little weak." Moving quickly, she got to her knees and pounced him thoroughly, pinning him to the bed instead and covering his face with kisses.
"It did, however, get me what I wanted here, now didn't it?"
Bill leaned into her neck, smiling and kissing along whatever skin he could reach.
"I believe you might be right. And I'm hopelessly in love with you too, pet."
"I'm a clever girl," she murmured, teeth nipping here and there over him. "And I've caught myself the best of the best, I do believe. Have a ring to prove it and everything."
"He's all yours, love," Bill murmured, struggling against her grip. He had a very manly urge right now to claim what was now legally his.
"Did you want something, love?" Tonks kissed him, biting his lower lip as she pulled back before releasing it. He really was amazing, and she wondered how far she could push him before he snapped, threw her down and carried on with things.
Bill recognized this game, and arched an eyebrow, eyes hardening.
"... oh, are we doing this then?" Effortlessly, he overpowered her, pinning her to the bed with a feral look. "Two weeks now, Nymph. I need to be inside you now."
"Is that what you wanted?" she asked innocently, before running her hands down his sides, nails dragging just a bit. "Why didn't you say so? I've been dying to have you inside me for what seems like an eternity."
Bill leaned in, murmuring things that he would blush just to hear, let alone say normally. Still, he wanted her to squirm before giving in.
Every now and then, he'd dip his hips, just a touch.
Tonks, deprived of her wand and pinned by quite a bit of man at this point, did her best to resist for the first minute or so, before being reduced to a quivering pile of woman. Of course she'd known how wicked he was, after all, he'd proven it over an over, but this was just evil.
She managed to hold out another minute before she started begging shamelessly.
Bill leaned in, murmuring things that he would blush just to hear, let alone say normally. Still, he wanted her to squirm before giving in.
Every now and then, he'd dip his hips, just a touch.
At the first please from those sweet lips, he slid home, into that warm, wet grip that was so very much Tonks.
Without knowing it, he slipped into Hiratic, murmuring the ancient words against her ear as he moved slowly as possible.
Unsurprisingly, she didn't stop begging once she had him inside of her, it just changed and slowed a bit. It became more physical and less verbal, her body clinging to his in every way, trying to hold him as long as possible. Her arms held him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go, and her legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him near.
Bill rolled them over gently, leaning up to kiss her tenderly. "Love you... want no one but you ever again... love you so much," he murmured, running hands over every bit of her body."
"Mine," Tonks agreed happily, beginning to move above him carefully, keeping his slow pace for now, although it was a strain to do so with him looking at her like that. "No one else can have you. I still think you need a collar. Keep all the others away."
Bill smirked, keeping his very, very even pace. "Oh? With Property of Nymphadora stamped on it?"
"Absolutely," she replied, beginning to gasp a bit with every shift. Tonks quite liked the idea of a collar on him, and it showed. "Only it should read Property of Nymphadora Tonks Weasley on it, shouldn't it, love?"
Bill smirked, stroking at her center as she rode him oh so delciously.
"Then you should get one straight away, I think."
"Bit occupied, love," she panted lightly, the combination of him, and his hand, driving her mad. It wasn't going to take much more, really, to drive her over. "But I'll get right on that when we're done."
Bill had controlled his breathing, keeping himself distanced enough that he was in no danger yet.
"Not anywhere near done, love," he said with an utterly wicked smirk.
"Trying to kill me again..." Tonks murmured under her breath, entirely focused on what he was doing to her. The joys of being female, she always told him. It took a couple more shifts of her hips and she was gone, back arching and fingers clenching against his arms.
Of course, her hips didn't stop moving for a minute.
Bill did move, however, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up, setting her in the high window, arching his back into every thrust. His arms stayed around her waist, teeth nipping along her neck.
"You're so beautiful."
Beyond the possibility of responding coherently at first, it was all she could to to cling to him, hands moving to his hips and head falling back. When the wave had passed and the next began to build deep inside of her, her mind finally snapped into place and she sighed into his shoulder.
"To you," she agreed, and then smiled wickedly against his skin. "Not nearly as pretty as you are, however."
"Bullshit," he murmured against her neck, already feeling his peak building rapidly on him. This was definately going to be impressive.
As well their first time married should be.
"You're beautiful... I love you... I love you..."
"Love you." Her breath caught in the middle and again at the end. She was sure now he was trying to kill her. Thighs tightening around him, her body followed suit, nails digging into his skin as she began to cry out his name softly into his shoulder with each thrust.
Finally, it was all Bill could do to arch against her and be still, holding her tightly.
"Love you so much," he managed to gasp against her shoulder, utterly spent.
"Mmm... what a good way to start married life," she replied, leaning into him and breathing hard. "At this rate, we'll come home in wheelchairs, love, and have to tell everyone we shagged each other until we couldn't walk."
"I would have no problem with that," he murmured, managing to get them back to the bed, curling up next to her. "Although I'm spent for at least four hours, I should warn you."
"Nap, that's what we need," she proclaimed happily, tugging his arms firmly around her and settling in. "Then beach and swimming and more shagging after that. We'll just have to make a schedule to keep ourselves in good shape through it. I do hope we've got good privacy wards, so we can swim bare?"
"The island is deserted, love. It's very small, and very much ours." He grinned, stroking her side as he began to slip off. "All ours...all mine... you're all mine..."
"All yours," she agreed, relaxing again and drowsing in his arms.
Note: Yes, I know, I'm lazy and behind.
Tonks was waiting impatiently for Bill, blindfolded and stranded on the sofa. The house had been tidied from the previous day's festivities and now she wanted to be off. When she'd mentioned leaving, she'd found herself seated and blind and what she really wanted was to go!
Bill had everything they'd need in his pocket after a quick reducing charm, and sitting down next to her, he pushed a small silver ring, about the size of a bangle, into her hand, holding ont it as well.
"... ready, love?"
"More than ready," she replied eagerly, leaning against him, and blindly kissing his cheek. He smelled very nice, she thought, and contemplated an 'accidental' delay of departure for an hour or two, but restrained herself.
"I can't wait to have you all to myself. Time away from all of this, and time spent with you? You're lucky I haven't already left."
Bill kissed her, then activated the portkey. Soon enough, warm sand was under them, and a tropical breeze swirled around them.
"It's not a very big island, but everyone should make it to Hawaii at least once. And this is private." He pulled off the blindfold,
grinning.
She spun around repeatedly, eager to see everything. It was lovely, to say the least, and so warm! Turning to face him, she threw her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him fondly.
"Beautiful! I've never been anywhere so lovely," she told him, smiling. "This is going to be incredible, love."
The little hut he had rented was sitting there behind them, and Bill grinned, picking her up in his arms, carrying her off to the bungalow. "Two weeks, hopefully. Just you and me and the sun."
He threw his clothes off as quick as possible, throwing the luggage into the corner with a huge grin. "And no damn clothes."
Hers quickly followed, tossed on top of the luggage randomly. She did apologise for nearly smacking him with a boot in the process, however. "I think I have to agree, Mr. Weasley. No clothes seems the best way to go about things. I certainly prefer the view."
Bill just grinned, crawling over her happily, nuzzling between her breasts. "Love you, Mrs Weasley."
Tonks laughed a bit. "Not sure I'm used to that, yet. Albus kept calling me that and I kept looking around for Molly, sure he'd lost his mind."
Running her fingers through his hair, she finally let herself relax fully, content to be here, in his arms, alone. The madness of the past couple of weeks seemed to just fade away in the warm air and soft breeze. "I love you too. Even if I did tell everyone I was marrying you because you'd cut me off."
Bill blinks up at her, snorting. "Oh, and that was your main reason, is that it? I have a mind to leave you here, squirming."
He sat up, looking mock-cross.
"As opposed to being madly in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of my life with you, I suppose it does seem a little weak." Moving quickly, she got to her knees and pounced him thoroughly, pinning him to the bed instead and covering his face with kisses.
"It did, however, get me what I wanted here, now didn't it?"
Bill leaned into her neck, smiling and kissing along whatever skin he could reach.
"I believe you might be right. And I'm hopelessly in love with you too, pet."
"I'm a clever girl," she murmured, teeth nipping here and there over him. "And I've caught myself the best of the best, I do believe. Have a ring to prove it and everything."
"He's all yours, love," Bill murmured, struggling against her grip. He had a very manly urge right now to claim what was now legally his.
"Did you want something, love?" Tonks kissed him, biting his lower lip as she pulled back before releasing it. He really was amazing, and she wondered how far she could push him before he snapped, threw her down and carried on with things.
Bill recognized this game, and arched an eyebrow, eyes hardening.
"... oh, are we doing this then?" Effortlessly, he overpowered her, pinning her to the bed with a feral look. "Two weeks now, Nymph. I need to be inside you now."
"Is that what you wanted?" she asked innocently, before running her hands down his sides, nails dragging just a bit. "Why didn't you say so? I've been dying to have you inside me for what seems like an eternity."
Bill leaned in, murmuring things that he would blush just to hear, let alone say normally. Still, he wanted her to squirm before giving in.
Every now and then, he'd dip his hips, just a touch.
Tonks, deprived of her wand and pinned by quite a bit of man at this point, did her best to resist for the first minute or so, before being reduced to a quivering pile of woman. Of course she'd known how wicked he was, after all, he'd proven it over an over, but this was just evil.
She managed to hold out another minute before she started begging shamelessly.
Bill leaned in, murmuring things that he would blush just to hear, let alone say normally. Still, he wanted her to squirm before giving in.
Every now and then, he'd dip his hips, just a touch.
At the first please from those sweet lips, he slid home, into that warm, wet grip that was so very much Tonks.
Without knowing it, he slipped into Hiratic, murmuring the ancient words against her ear as he moved slowly as possible.
Unsurprisingly, she didn't stop begging once she had him inside of her, it just changed and slowed a bit. It became more physical and less verbal, her body clinging to his in every way, trying to hold him as long as possible. Her arms held him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go, and her legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him near.
Bill rolled them over gently, leaning up to kiss her tenderly. "Love you... want no one but you ever again... love you so much," he murmured, running hands over every bit of her body."
"Mine," Tonks agreed happily, beginning to move above him carefully, keeping his slow pace for now, although it was a strain to do so with him looking at her like that. "No one else can have you. I still think you need a collar. Keep all the others away."
Bill smirked, keeping his very, very even pace. "Oh? With Property of Nymphadora stamped on it?"
"Absolutely," she replied, beginning to gasp a bit with every shift. Tonks quite liked the idea of a collar on him, and it showed. "Only it should read Property of Nymphadora Tonks Weasley on it, shouldn't it, love?"
Bill smirked, stroking at her center as she rode him oh so delciously.
"Then you should get one straight away, I think."
"Bit occupied, love," she panted lightly, the combination of him, and his hand, driving her mad. It wasn't going to take much more, really, to drive her over. "But I'll get right on that when we're done."
Bill had controlled his breathing, keeping himself distanced enough that he was in no danger yet.
"Not anywhere near done, love," he said with an utterly wicked smirk.
"Trying to kill me again..." Tonks murmured under her breath, entirely focused on what he was doing to her. The joys of being female, she always told him. It took a couple more shifts of her hips and she was gone, back arching and fingers clenching against his arms.
Of course, her hips didn't stop moving for a minute.
Bill did move, however, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up, setting her in the high window, arching his back into every thrust. His arms stayed around her waist, teeth nipping along her neck.
"You're so beautiful."
Beyond the possibility of responding coherently at first, it was all she could to to cling to him, hands moving to his hips and head falling back. When the wave had passed and the next began to build deep inside of her, her mind finally snapped into place and she sighed into his shoulder.
"To you," she agreed, and then smiled wickedly against his skin. "Not nearly as pretty as you are, however."
"Bullshit," he murmured against her neck, already feeling his peak building rapidly on him. This was definately going to be impressive.
As well their first time married should be.
"You're beautiful... I love you... I love you..."
"Love you." Her breath caught in the middle and again at the end. She was sure now he was trying to kill her. Thighs tightening around him, her body followed suit, nails digging into his skin as she began to cry out his name softly into his shoulder with each thrust.
Finally, it was all Bill could do to arch against her and be still, holding her tightly.
"Love you so much," he managed to gasp against her shoulder, utterly spent.
"Mmm... what a good way to start married life," she replied, leaning into him and breathing hard. "At this rate, we'll come home in wheelchairs, love, and have to tell everyone we shagged each other until we couldn't walk."
"I would have no problem with that," he murmured, managing to get them back to the bed, curling up next to her. "Although I'm spent for at least four hours, I should warn you."
"Nap, that's what we need," she proclaimed happily, tugging his arms firmly around her and settling in. "Then beach and swimming and more shagging after that. We'll just have to make a schedule to keep ourselves in good shape through it. I do hope we've got good privacy wards, so we can swim bare?"
"The island is deserted, love. It's very small, and very much ours." He grinned, stroking her side as he began to slip off. "All ours...all mine... you're all mine..."
"All yours," she agreed, relaxing again and drowsing in his arms.