Seven: Careless Bill

[remarkableauror]

Rating: NC-17
Note: A bit out of sequence, occurred before the wedding.


Tonks had passed worried hours ago when Bill hadn't come home. She'd been pacing in front of the fireplace long enough that there were probably permanent tracks in the rug. He hadn't owled, or called by Floo or sent a message. Something had to be wrong.

Bill Weasley hated Mercuito Avery with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

At least, he would if he was conscious. As it were, he was lying out in an alley, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead.

Finally deciding that her urge to track him down and kick him for not letting her know what was going on was not in any way, shape, or form, childish at all, Tonks activated the tracking spells she kept on her husband-to-be. It took a moment to adjust to the feel and locate him. Getting a general idea, she Apparated out of the house and reappeared in a fairly shady area of London.

"Really, this is a bit repulsive." Minding where she stepped, she continued following his trail.

Nope. Still unconscious.

She finally found him in an alleyway, bleeding. Well, at least bleeding tended to mean still alive, in her book anyway. Kneeling down, she looked him over. Nasty head wound at the least. Muttering uncomplimentary things about his ability to get himself hurt in the oddest places, she pulled out her emergency portkey, wrapped her arms around him and triggered it, reappearing in St. Mungo's.

The jerk of the portkey was enough to jar him awake, and as soon as he saw where they were, he wrapped his arms around Tonks and activated his own portkey in his hand. When he was attacked, he had tried to get home with it, but ran out of time.

They sat on the floor of their house, Bill shaking his head. "... ow."

"Dammit Bill, that needs seeing to." Tonks was more than a bit upset with him. "You're bleeding everywhere."

"I'm fine," he said hoarsely, standing up and walking to the bathroom, putting a cloth on the cut. "You know I hate that place."

"It's your brain," she shrugged, staring at the bloodstains on her clothes now. How exactly had he ended up there anyway? "I'd get it checked if I were you, but given how hard your head is, you're probably fine."

Bill was obviously angry, but not with Avery more with himself. How could he let that pretty boy sneak up on him? He barely hears Tonks' jibs.

Sighing and standing, Tonks followed him into the bath, watching him clean the cut. "So what happened to you anyway? You've been missing for hours."

That just makes Bill angrier. Hours? It felt like AN hour at most.

"Clearly talking to myself is going to become a hobby. Maybe I need a few cats to complete the image." Tonks turned and walked away, more than cranky now.

"I can't fucking believe that twat," Bill muttered, more to himself, as he dabbed at the wound. "I mean, what the hell did he even accomplish?"

"A good thwack on your head, apparently," she called out from the kitchen, head in the icebox looking for something to drink.

Bill sunk to the floor, his wound already healing over, but light headed from his blood loss.

"... shit."

Tonks wandered back in, seeing him on the floor. "Not there, hopefully. If you do, you're cleaning it up."

Setting her cup aside, she bent down next to him. "Sure you don't want that looked at love? Stubborn is one thing, stupid is another. You don't look so good."

"I just am light headed," he murmured, closing his eyes. What a fucking weakling he was.

"Come on love, let's get you up and into bed, shall we?" Tonks offered him her arm. She wanted to get him tucked safely away, her love interfering, much to her dismay, with her righteous anger at him. "I'll get you cleaned up, you can rest, and I can yell at you in the morning."

Bill picked up himself, but then fell back over, taking her with him. ".. .fuck."

Tonks landed on him and laughed. "Not right now, love. You're in no shape for that. Want me to spell you up the stairs? I'll tuck you in, feed you, pet you and love you and you can rest."

She couldn't help giving him a quick, soft kiss. She really had been worried.

Bill groaned, shaking his head and kissing her back. "I can walk, no spelling. Just... just let me get my bearings." Coward, weak coward, kept ringing in his head.

She compromised by settling down on the floor next to him and tugging him to sit between her legs, resting against her. It hurt to see him so far from being himself. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close and waited patiently for him to recover a bit.

"I was so worried when you didn't come home. I should have started looking earlier, love. I'm sorry." Guilt swamped her. Her common sense told her Bill was fully capable of taking care of himself in most situations, and certainly several in which she'd be completely lost, but that didn't make her heart feel any better. He'd been lying there on the cold ground, bleeding, while she'd been pacing like a child.

Bill wrapped his arms around her waist, his head on her shoulder. "... he snuck up on me. I wasn't paying attention. It's my fault."

"He says to the woman who was assaulted from behind for her wombat in a coffee shop." Tonks snickered a bit. "We all have our bad days love. Part of being human and all. At least you'll be okay. I feel awful for not looking sooner."

Bill sighed, and it seemed to be a sigh full of mourning.

"... I'm getting old, Tonks. I'm an old man."

"I've been telling you that for years," she teased, before squeezing him. "You most certainly are not, love. If we went through life without someone getting one up on us, we'd be gods, not humans. So you took it from behind. We all have."

As his head regain its balance, his shame increased and her words rang hollow. Bill couldn't even bring himself to meet Tonks' eyes.

What did she really think of him? Letting that weasel get him like that. "I'm sorry."

"Oh love," Tonks kissed him again, unable to resist. He seemed so hurt, inside, because of this. "You're being silly. We all have our off days. If we didn't, the war would be over by now and things would be quiet. Whichever one got you now, just remember, you'll haveanother shot at him later. If you like, we can pretend all the horrible things you'll do to him. I do that every time I have to sit in a room with our beloved Minister of Magic."

Bill held her tightly, unable to break out of his funk. He should have heard Avery. He should have been prepared.

"It's not like you to sulk, Bill. If it will make you feel better I'll take you down this weekend and run you around the practice fields a dozen or so times to see if you're losing your edge, but I doubt you are." His hair was all mussed and she summoned the brush from the counter and untied it, brushing it out for him gently.

That seemed to crack his bad mood. He smiled, resting his head against her shoulder again. "Yeah. Work me out good, I'll need it."

"Or, we could get away from all this for the weekend. Go somewhere fun and ignore the world. We could both use a break, love. We're exhausted." Burning the candle at both ends was a poor description for how hard they'd been working lately.

Bill pulled his head up, looking at her through the sweat and blood on his face.

"... or, we could just get married this weekend."

"Married?" Tonks stared at him for a moment or three, absorbing that. "You mean, run off and get married? Just the two of us?"

It actually sounded wonderful. "I like that."

Bill stroked her hair, watching her reaction intensely. "We don't have to. We can hold off, and have a big thing. No matter what, my brothers and parents have to be there, or I'll really hurt them. But... I just want to do it this weekend. Take a week off. Enjoy it all."

"Let's do it." Tonks couldn't imagine anything she wanted to do more. "Let's owl them, and set it up. We should invite Sirius too. Then we can run off and enjoy ourselves elsewhere, away from all this mess."

Bill leaned in, nuzzling her neck, getting them both utterly grotty. "I love you," he murmured, holding her tightly.

"Love you, even when you smell like foul alleyway and dirty man. It's the bath or a Scourgify for you, your choice." Tonks waved a hand under her nose. "Really, next time you try to die, pick somewhere clean? My trousers are ruined."

Bill snorted, jerking his head towards the tub. "Well, then wash me off then and quit complaining. I've had a rough day. We old men can't keep up these sort of hours."

"I call you an old man, I get shagged until I can't walk," she muttered cheerfully, starting a bath. Dodging the girly-smelling products, she tossed in the plain bath salts. He'd be sore in the morning without them, but he'd be more sore if she made him smell like flowers, she was sure. "Shall I undress you as well?"

"The fact you even have to ask that question pains me, love," Bill said cheerfully, sitting back, fully intent on doing nothing.

"That's it, milk the moment," she teased, helping him undress carefully. It gave her a chance to look for any other injuries he might have chosen not to mention. Looking the clothes over, she made a decision to burn them when he was asleep. Some things just weren't worth saving. Bare, he was fabulous to look at and she proceeded to do so while the tub filled, before reaching back to shut off the tap.

"In you go, love."

He'd be bruised in the morning, but that was it. He crawled over and slid into the tub, slapping her arse once even as the water turned a deep rust colour.

"... well, that's no good."

Tonks squeaked a bit at the slap, and considered returning it briefly, before refocusing. Violence later, cleaning now. It helped to keep these things clear in her mind. "Well, we'll just have to scrub you off and refill I suppose."

She set to with a will, scrubbing as much as she could off him before draining the tub and starting to refill it. For all that she loved him, she was still feeling somewhat uncharitable about the whole almost getting killed thing.

Bill sat there, blinking. "... I didn't bleed THAT much! Did I?"

"Love, look at my clothes." She'd pretty much decided to toss them on the fire with his. "Plus, you're just filthy. Really, fighting in alleys is for junior Aurors."

Deciding her clothes would just get him dirty, she tossed them on the pile and knelt beside the tub. The water had returned, clear and hot, and she added more bath salts to soothe any aches he'd have. Then she summoned a pitcher from the kitchen.

"Lean forward, and I'll wash your hair for you."

"No," Bill said, a touch petulantly. He reached out his hands, and easily pulled her into the tub, and onto his lap.

"Now you can wash my hair."

"If you insist." Tonks tugged his head forward gently, rinsing his hair with water and holding a hand out to protect his eyes. He deserved a bit of babying today. Then she set to with the shampoo, massaging his scalp in the process.

Bill ran his arms around her slim waist, tugging her against him. This was good. Very good. "Wife," he murmured, ducking his head to nip along her pulse. It would seem that certain parts of him had recovered quite well by now.

She laughed a bit at that. Only Bill could get beaten over the head and decide to molest her mere hours later. Dumping the rest of the water over his head to rinse his hair, she gave up and wrapped her arms around him.

"I certainly will be, unless you run for it."

"Nice woman. No run away." Bill was enjoying the cave man act, and nipped a bit harder.

"Good. I'd hate to have to hurt you." Now that he was clean, he certainly smelled better. Tonks ran her tongue up his neck to his ear, just to make sure he was clean, of course.

Bill pulled back, pointing to his head with a magnificent pout.

"Already am hurt. See?"

"So I see. And I am being a good future wife and babying you ridiculously, aren't I?" Tonks reached up and kissed his bump very gently. "Poor love."

Bill made a sound of contentment, leaning forward and burying his head between her breasts. Even in a plain bath, she had a taste that was just her.

"There, all clean." Tonks ran her hands over him. "Feeling better, as certain signs tell me," she squirmed a bit on his lap.

Bill looked up with a sudden, inspired look. "Accio!"

And in came flying a tape measure.

"What on earth?" Tonks just stared at him then.

"Something I've been meaning to by myself so that you can play with it. But I need to be measured properly first," Bill said, eyes twinkling.

Tonks gave him a suspicious look. "What, exactly, am I measuring, Mr. Weasley?"

All Bill did was arch his hips, still grinning.

"You are joking." Tonks continued staring at him. "You want me to measure you, hm? Well, if you insist, but that means I have to move..."

"The catalogue said I had to order the right size for the thingy! I don't know how big it is!"

"Am I measuring length, or girth, love?" Tonks snapped the tape measure teasingly. "I'm afraid to ask what you might be ordering."

Bill sat back, very cheerfully. "Both. And I'm not telling you. You'll see it when it gets here."

Tonks gave in, and began measuring. "Can't you just put down 'ungodly large' instead of numbers, love?" He really had always quite impressed her. Still, she read them off to him cheerfully enough.

Bill shrugged, his member twitching as the tape moved against him. "I always was curious. Farthest I got with any boys ever was letting the rent boys at clubs suck me off for a drink. Ah, my misspent youth."

He was curious what kind of reaction that would get.

Tonks raised an eyebrow at him at that. "Really? Such a naughty, wicked man I'm going to marry. Who knew you were such an exciting man, love? Anything else I should know about your misspent youth?"

She tossed the tape measure aside and moved back onto his lap. The idea of watching something like that was doing wicked things to her.

Just the reaction he was hoping for.

"Just the occasional blowjob, in the men's room at clubs. Some of them had some fine mouths on them," he murmured against her ear.

"Hmmm... I feel like I should ask if they were as good as me," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against him. "Was it terribly exciting?"

"They weren't," he murmured against her shoulder, pulling her to press closer. "But you should ask about the times I had two women with me..."

"I guess I'll have to ask then," her teeth nipped at his earlobe. "Do tell me all about it love."

Tonks could feel him between her thighs and it made her ache for him. "But could you be inside me while you do?"

Bill did so, sliding ever so easily, ever so slowly inside of her. "I don't know if you've ever been with a woman, Tonks. But having two of them... licking and sucking one while the other does the same to me... well, you can imagine... it's not you, but it's damn fine..."

He groaned, arching his hips upwards, fully seated inside of her.

Tonks matched him, moaning at the feel of him inside of her. She loved being on top of him, it pushed him deeper, to the point where it was almost, but not quite, painful.

"I think we're talking about what you've done, aren't we, love?" Tonks grinned mysteriously at him, then. "I bet that made a lovely picture, however. I can only hope they gave you the appropriate effort you're due."

"A few times," he gasped, groaning against her neck, nipping and leaving a few marks here and there.

"... but it's not worth talking about now. I want to know about your past, love." His tone brooked no refusal.

"Haven't we had this talk before, love?" Tonks smirked at him. "You got mad, there was storming out, fits thrown, separations?"

Bracing her knees she moved over him painfully slowly. "But I suppose I could skip over that period of time..."

"I would think that'd be obvious," he murmured, slipping his fingers in behind her with a sort of ease that was utterly lazy.

"Well, I think you certainly got around more than I did. I was stuck with Kingsley by my side for years, you know, after school. Day in and out." Her voice was strained as she tried to focus through the added stimulation, small gasps escaping between words. "But I have learned to appreciate how nice and soft other women can be, yes."

"Tell me about them," he murmured, finding spots that he'd never found before. "Tell me how it felt..."

It'd be the best wedding present ever if he got to watch her with another woman.

"It was lovely," Tonks was having a very hard time focusing now. "Soft, and warm and there were mouths and fingers and all kinds of wickedness. I've never gotten to have two at once, however."

Bill nearly loses it there when she brings up the idea of HER with two women. Shit, that's too much for any man to take. With almost a violent motion, he moves her so she's kneeling over the side of the tub, then with a hasty movement, replaces his fingers with his length, and visa versa.

"Tell me what you think it'd be like, Tonks. In detail..."

"Mm... I like it when they kneel over my face, so I can reach up and hold their hips. With just one, you can trade off fairly easily by facing opposite directions of course," she had to pause to moan as he thrust into her, "with two I suppose there are all kinds of possibilities, laying in a circle, or adding toys... I like fucking girls with toys."

"What kind of toys?" Bill groaned against her neck, leaving a red mark right under her hairline. His body moved against hers so hard, he knew that BOTH of them would be sore in the morning.

But he didn't care.

"Mmm... one of them had this lovely strap-on dildo... that was lovely. Haven't done that in years. Another was into spanking, loved to take me over her knee." Tonks cried out suddenly, more than overwhelmed by the feeling of him, and began moving back against him eagerly.

Bill leaned in, smirking slightly. "We'll find someone. Someone with a lovely strap on. And we'll both fuck you until you can't walk straight, would you like that?"

The idea was too much for Bill, and he pounded into her, trying to get her to that peak he himself was so near.

"Yes!" That was all she could manage as she came, fingers clawing at the tub, panting and wailing in pleasure. That last image had been too much for her, making her lose any sense of control or restraint.

Bill gasped, and fell to the edge himself, arms tight around her waist, holding her against him as he tried to regain his breath.

"... no other men, though. Women with strap-ons I can handle. No men." He laughed against her shoulder, stroking her breasts and stomach lovingly.

"No other men," she agreed, sighing happily. Tonks was his, after all. She almost always had the marks to prove it. That made her think for a moment. "No leaving marks on other women. I have knives, you know."

Bill laughed, still holding her tightly. "No marks for them. Just on you. We'll find a woman to agree to the terms."