Learning Defense 2/4
Title: Learning Defense 2/4
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, N. Tonks-Lupin
Word Count: 2149
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied sexual ideas, actual sex
Summary: As training continues for Ginny, a flashback occurs to Tonks about her own trainee days.
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“You know I hear he’s amazing in the sack.” Helena leaned over the table, voice shushed and face flushed.
Young Susan’s eyes got wide, her cheeks dotted with red, as if she were half embarrassed and half fascinated in what her mentor was saying. Ginny just snorted, incidentally, getting the women’s attention.
“Where exactly did you hear that?” She asked staring at her thumbnail before biting at a piece of skin at the cuticle.
“Yes, Hel, do tell.” Tonks said with an unreadable look on her face.
Helena Tweaks looked put out for a moment, as if her glory suddenly had been shattered; however, she quickly recovered with a mischievous smile. “Heard it from someone.”
Tonks rolled her eyes, the unfamiliar look gone and rolled across the small kitchenette toward the mini-fridge.
Susan Bones still looked slightly captivated, yet was trying to seem disinterested. Helena picked it up and turned her entire attention on her trainee. With each new “revelation” Susan’s face grew a deeper shade of red.
Ginny blocked out the, what she thought was a completely inappropriate conversation, and looked down at the chipped linoleum table letting her mind wander over the day’s schedule. After break they had to run ‘the Course’ for two hours with Kingsley and his trainee…Ben or Bill or something. She only hoped by then the idiotic chat would be out of her head or she’d never be able to look at Kingsley seriously throughout the practice; not what one hoped when trying to impress the boss.
At the fridge Tonks had the door open and she was staring-but not really seeing-the inside contents. Instead her mind was in years past, when she was just a trainee.
She tripped and fell flat on her face, spitting the gravel ground out of her mouth. Raising up from the floor her palms digging into the sharp stones, Kingsley stood above her, an amused smile on his face as he offered her one of his large hands. Grateful she took her mentor’s grasp and stood up completely unabashed.
Dusting off her Course robes she looked up at him, her dark eyes twinkling. Kingsley began to open his mouth when something caught his eye and before she could react or respond she was being drug off, out of the Course and into what she’d thought, up until that moment, was a closed locker-room.
As the large door thudded to a loud close Tonks turned to Kingsley with a confused expression. “What was that all about?” She asked demandingly.
“Moody just stormed in, followed by Scrimegour. Means one-or more likely both-are bad-tempered and would have attacked the first trainee they came across. And as your not on top form today…”
She gave him a wry smile, “than I suppose I should be thanking you.” He returned the sentiment but said nothing else, just crossed his arms and turned to the closed door. Tonks stared at him for a long moment before sitting on the worn out bench, rubbing her sweaty palms on her robes. Nonchalantly she looked around at the worn down walls. The floor and edge of the walls had obvious water damage, and there was a slight stale odor in the air.
Kingsley glanced over at her and gave her another small smile before turning back to the door, as if worried someone would come bursting in. Tonks took the time to look over her superior. From the moment she’d become his trainee she’d admired him, he was the “strong silent type” and it intrigued her. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and wealthy. He had charm and wit that the boys her age lacked; plus he was living her dream as a successful Auror.
She was more than a little attracted to him; more like had the hugest crush since Bill Weasley when she’d been a third year. Not that she ever planned to act on it, no matter how tempting it was…she’d learned that from experience.
Tonks unconsciously bit her bottom lip, her entire body flushing, causing her to involuntarily change. Kingsley, apparently satisfied that no one was going to burst in, turned around…only to drop his arms to his sides and nearly gasp. Tonks short purple hair had grown long, dark, and wavy-and it suited her well. Too well.
She looked up and their eyes caught; it was cheesy and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was like those horrid romance novels her mother read; yet somehow none of it mattered. There was no love in the gaze, no adoration, just pure desire. She had no idea where it had come from; he’d never shown interest before-only mild camaraderie-but there it was, and considering she knew she’d never get another chance she quickly stood up (hoping it had been elegant and sexy) and began to saunter over to him. She saw his eyes begin to widen, and for once she was doing something right.
As she began to work her way around the other bench her foot caught on something and she tumbled foreword. Her hands shot out trying to grab onto anything that would break her fall; her mind was chastising her for ruining the only instance she had, until suddenly his sturdy arms were around her, holding her upright, holding her together.
He didn’t move, and neither did she; his arms wrapped more comfortably around her and she buried her embarrassed face into his robe and breathed in. She couldn’t believe neither of them had pulled away, it was so out-of-character for them both, yet it felt good. He smelled good, a little like sweat and thyme; it reminded her of a garden and someone-she wasn’t sure who, the gardener she supposed-but it was a good memory. Finally, however, he gently pushed her away. His pupils were dilated and his brow was roughened. They stared at one another again, and again she felt that tug of…something…
Suddenly she had a flash, as if a premonition and she knew exactly where this would end up. And for some reason instead of being embarrassed, although she felt her cheeks burn slightly, she took action. If two ungraceful tumbles couldn’t ruin her chances than being foreword wouldn’t be any worse.
Her entire body pressed against his; her small pale hands steadily wrapped themselves around his arms, her body melded to his as her lips slid over his. Not even meaning too, her eyes closed and she lost herself; especially as she felt Kingsley’s thick tongue slowly press against hers.
Her knees buckled as he ran his tongue across her back teeth, but Kingsley’s hand ran agonizingly down her back, teasingly across her bum, and rested right beneath the curve, holding her in place. With a gasp she lightly bit down on his lip and with a deep groan his other hand moved flittingly down her curves to her thigh and he lifted her up-Tonks legs wrapped around him-and he carried her towards a doorway, his lips gone from hers but instead nibbling down her neck.
Tonks bit her own lip to hold back a moan as they were suddenly somewhere with counters and he was setting her atop one.
As he pulled away Tonks arms shot out and she pulled him against her again at the same time slipping her hands under his robes, sliding them off his shoulders. As they fell to the floor one of Kingsley’s hands found itself under her shirt cupping her small breast, the other wrapping itself around the back of her neck as he bit down the front curve.
Tonks felt the muscles beneath her hands contract and she couldn’t help but shudder. However, as her spine tingled she pushed away from him, forcing his hand from under her shirt and as he gave her a strange look her arms crossed over herself lifting the shirt up and over her head.
For a moment Kingsley didn’t move; his pupils shrank to pinpricks however, and unconsciously he licked his lips causing Tonks to smile through a blush.
Again it crossed her mind how it was so out-of-character, but the thought didn’t last long as suddenly his warm breath was on her skin, and his hands curled around her sides. She was then very aware at how large his hands were as she felt both his thumbs trace around her belly-button.
The thought was banished when he dropped a small kiss on her collarbone and her breath picked up with anticipation. Tonks hands ran up to his shoulders and down his sides to the front of his trousers as her hands clumsily-but effectively-undid them.
She bit her lip again as he moaned and abruptly her bra was gone and his mouth was surrounding her painfully erect nipples. Tonks leaned back trying to give him more access, her eyes opening just a slit only to gasp to find he was watching her with intense dark eyes.
For some reason the idea he’d been watching her as she’d writhed in pleasure was so hott she couldn’t help but take his face in her hands and pull his lips back to her own. As she did, Kingsley pulled her to the edge of the counter and forced his slimmer hips between her legs. Tonks gasped as her wet jeans came in contact with a very large erection. And as with her bra, suddenly her pants and knickers were gone; for a split second she was amazed he was able to concentrate enough to vanish anything, but the sudden thrust of his hips-his boxers scratching against her naked cunt-and a slight nibble on her ear, and all coherent thought was gone.
As he ran his teeth across her chin he gently pushed her body back so she was lying across the counter and then with a meticulous slowness he slid his fingers across her thighs and over her calves to softly wrap them around her ankles and pull her lower body flush with his own.
She leaned up slightly to take a glance at him to find that he was still staring at her with the same intensity, the same lust; and she shuddered from it all. She wanted to grab him-any part of him-his arms, face, legs, torso…it didn’t matter, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t let her. Instead he lowered smirking lips to her clit and lightly brushed against it before moving his hands up her legs again to press them further apart. Tonks let out a stuttered breath as she tried to sit up.
Kingsley’s right hand shot out and pressed her back down while caressing her neck with his callused thumb. Again Tonks laid down without much protest, causing another smirk from the black Auror. Keeping his right hand around her neck his other hand suddenly was touching and caressing every part of her, making her wetter than before and squirming for release.
One finger roughly entered her; it caused her to buckle her hips. She heard his deep chuckle but she wasn’t able to do anything as he forced in another and she moaned aloud. She felt his fingers curve inside her and then furiously begin to move; suddenly she was seeing stars. No one had quite fucked her like that, with only his fingers and his eyes.
Her first orgasm came so fast she was barely able to register it; but the second was joined with his lips hard pressed onto hers. Her lips were red and swollen, she responded with teeth and tongue buckling hard against his pounding fingers. The second one was drawn out, started by the sudden light brush across a pink nipple and finished with his thumb teasing her clit.
Even as the tremors died down, her body was numb with pleasure. She could barely open her eyes she was so relaxed.
Ginny was suddenly shaking her shoulder. With a start Tonks looked up at the young red-head.
“Are you alright?” She asked looking slightly concerned. “You’re kind of flushed.”
Tonks gave a shaky smile and looked around. Helena and Susan were gone; the break-room was empty except for them. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where’d Tweaks and Bones go?”
Ginny have a bright smile. “Breaks over, they headed out.”
“Oh,” was all Tonks responded, still disoriented with her flashback.
Ginny gave her another concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Her hand was resting gently on her mentor’s shoulder. Tonks brushed her off.
“I’m fine; let’s get back to work.” She replied standing up quickly. Ginny didn’t look quite convinced but nodded.
“Alright, Kingsley’ll be getting worried if we don’t hurry, yeah?” She smiled and Tonks tried to return it, but as the younger woman said Kingsley Tonk’s mind jolted right back to the memory and she could only fight a slight shudder.
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, N. Tonks-Lupin
Word Count: 2149
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied sexual ideas, actual sex
Summary: As training continues for Ginny, a flashback occurs to Tonks about her own trainee days.
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“You know I hear he’s amazing in the sack.” Helena leaned over the table, voice shushed and face flushed.
Young Susan’s eyes got wide, her cheeks dotted with red, as if she were half embarrassed and half fascinated in what her mentor was saying. Ginny just snorted, incidentally, getting the women’s attention.
“Where exactly did you hear that?” She asked staring at her thumbnail before biting at a piece of skin at the cuticle.
“Yes, Hel, do tell.” Tonks said with an unreadable look on her face.
Helena Tweaks looked put out for a moment, as if her glory suddenly had been shattered; however, she quickly recovered with a mischievous smile. “Heard it from someone.”
Tonks rolled her eyes, the unfamiliar look gone and rolled across the small kitchenette toward the mini-fridge.
Susan Bones still looked slightly captivated, yet was trying to seem disinterested. Helena picked it up and turned her entire attention on her trainee. With each new “revelation” Susan’s face grew a deeper shade of red.
Ginny blocked out the, what she thought was a completely inappropriate conversation, and looked down at the chipped linoleum table letting her mind wander over the day’s schedule. After break they had to run ‘the Course’ for two hours with Kingsley and his trainee…Ben or Bill or something. She only hoped by then the idiotic chat would be out of her head or she’d never be able to look at Kingsley seriously throughout the practice; not what one hoped when trying to impress the boss.
At the fridge Tonks had the door open and she was staring-but not really seeing-the inside contents. Instead her mind was in years past, when she was just a trainee.
She tripped and fell flat on her face, spitting the gravel ground out of her mouth. Raising up from the floor her palms digging into the sharp stones, Kingsley stood above her, an amused smile on his face as he offered her one of his large hands. Grateful she took her mentor’s grasp and stood up completely unabashed.
Dusting off her Course robes she looked up at him, her dark eyes twinkling. Kingsley began to open his mouth when something caught his eye and before she could react or respond she was being drug off, out of the Course and into what she’d thought, up until that moment, was a closed locker-room.
As the large door thudded to a loud close Tonks turned to Kingsley with a confused expression. “What was that all about?” She asked demandingly.
“Moody just stormed in, followed by Scrimegour. Means one-or more likely both-are bad-tempered and would have attacked the first trainee they came across. And as your not on top form today…”
She gave him a wry smile, “than I suppose I should be thanking you.” He returned the sentiment but said nothing else, just crossed his arms and turned to the closed door. Tonks stared at him for a long moment before sitting on the worn out bench, rubbing her sweaty palms on her robes. Nonchalantly she looked around at the worn down walls. The floor and edge of the walls had obvious water damage, and there was a slight stale odor in the air.
Kingsley glanced over at her and gave her another small smile before turning back to the door, as if worried someone would come bursting in. Tonks took the time to look over her superior. From the moment she’d become his trainee she’d admired him, he was the “strong silent type” and it intrigued her. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and wealthy. He had charm and wit that the boys her age lacked; plus he was living her dream as a successful Auror.
She was more than a little attracted to him; more like had the hugest crush since Bill Weasley when she’d been a third year. Not that she ever planned to act on it, no matter how tempting it was…she’d learned that from experience.
Tonks unconsciously bit her bottom lip, her entire body flushing, causing her to involuntarily change. Kingsley, apparently satisfied that no one was going to burst in, turned around…only to drop his arms to his sides and nearly gasp. Tonks short purple hair had grown long, dark, and wavy-and it suited her well. Too well.
She looked up and their eyes caught; it was cheesy and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was like those horrid romance novels her mother read; yet somehow none of it mattered. There was no love in the gaze, no adoration, just pure desire. She had no idea where it had come from; he’d never shown interest before-only mild camaraderie-but there it was, and considering she knew she’d never get another chance she quickly stood up (hoping it had been elegant and sexy) and began to saunter over to him. She saw his eyes begin to widen, and for once she was doing something right.
As she began to work her way around the other bench her foot caught on something and she tumbled foreword. Her hands shot out trying to grab onto anything that would break her fall; her mind was chastising her for ruining the only instance she had, until suddenly his sturdy arms were around her, holding her upright, holding her together.
He didn’t move, and neither did she; his arms wrapped more comfortably around her and she buried her embarrassed face into his robe and breathed in. She couldn’t believe neither of them had pulled away, it was so out-of-character for them both, yet it felt good. He smelled good, a little like sweat and thyme; it reminded her of a garden and someone-she wasn’t sure who, the gardener she supposed-but it was a good memory. Finally, however, he gently pushed her away. His pupils were dilated and his brow was roughened. They stared at one another again, and again she felt that tug of…something…
Suddenly she had a flash, as if a premonition and she knew exactly where this would end up. And for some reason instead of being embarrassed, although she felt her cheeks burn slightly, she took action. If two ungraceful tumbles couldn’t ruin her chances than being foreword wouldn’t be any worse.
Her entire body pressed against his; her small pale hands steadily wrapped themselves around his arms, her body melded to his as her lips slid over his. Not even meaning too, her eyes closed and she lost herself; especially as she felt Kingsley’s thick tongue slowly press against hers.
Her knees buckled as he ran his tongue across her back teeth, but Kingsley’s hand ran agonizingly down her back, teasingly across her bum, and rested right beneath the curve, holding her in place. With a gasp she lightly bit down on his lip and with a deep groan his other hand moved flittingly down her curves to her thigh and he lifted her up-Tonks legs wrapped around him-and he carried her towards a doorway, his lips gone from hers but instead nibbling down her neck.
Tonks bit her own lip to hold back a moan as they were suddenly somewhere with counters and he was setting her atop one.
As he pulled away Tonks arms shot out and she pulled him against her again at the same time slipping her hands under his robes, sliding them off his shoulders. As they fell to the floor one of Kingsley’s hands found itself under her shirt cupping her small breast, the other wrapping itself around the back of her neck as he bit down the front curve.
Tonks felt the muscles beneath her hands contract and she couldn’t help but shudder. However, as her spine tingled she pushed away from him, forcing his hand from under her shirt and as he gave her a strange look her arms crossed over herself lifting the shirt up and over her head.
For a moment Kingsley didn’t move; his pupils shrank to pinpricks however, and unconsciously he licked his lips causing Tonks to smile through a blush.
Again it crossed her mind how it was so out-of-character, but the thought didn’t last long as suddenly his warm breath was on her skin, and his hands curled around her sides. She was then very aware at how large his hands were as she felt both his thumbs trace around her belly-button.
The thought was banished when he dropped a small kiss on her collarbone and her breath picked up with anticipation. Tonks hands ran up to his shoulders and down his sides to the front of his trousers as her hands clumsily-but effectively-undid them.
She bit her lip again as he moaned and abruptly her bra was gone and his mouth was surrounding her painfully erect nipples. Tonks leaned back trying to give him more access, her eyes opening just a slit only to gasp to find he was watching her with intense dark eyes.
For some reason the idea he’d been watching her as she’d writhed in pleasure was so hott she couldn’t help but take his face in her hands and pull his lips back to her own. As she did, Kingsley pulled her to the edge of the counter and forced his slimmer hips between her legs. Tonks gasped as her wet jeans came in contact with a very large erection. And as with her bra, suddenly her pants and knickers were gone; for a split second she was amazed he was able to concentrate enough to vanish anything, but the sudden thrust of his hips-his boxers scratching against her naked cunt-and a slight nibble on her ear, and all coherent thought was gone.
As he ran his teeth across her chin he gently pushed her body back so she was lying across the counter and then with a meticulous slowness he slid his fingers across her thighs and over her calves to softly wrap them around her ankles and pull her lower body flush with his own.
She leaned up slightly to take a glance at him to find that he was still staring at her with the same intensity, the same lust; and she shuddered from it all. She wanted to grab him-any part of him-his arms, face, legs, torso…it didn’t matter, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t let her. Instead he lowered smirking lips to her clit and lightly brushed against it before moving his hands up her legs again to press them further apart. Tonks let out a stuttered breath as she tried to sit up.
Kingsley’s right hand shot out and pressed her back down while caressing her neck with his callused thumb. Again Tonks laid down without much protest, causing another smirk from the black Auror. Keeping his right hand around her neck his other hand suddenly was touching and caressing every part of her, making her wetter than before and squirming for release.
One finger roughly entered her; it caused her to buckle her hips. She heard his deep chuckle but she wasn’t able to do anything as he forced in another and she moaned aloud. She felt his fingers curve inside her and then furiously begin to move; suddenly she was seeing stars. No one had quite fucked her like that, with only his fingers and his eyes.
Her first orgasm came so fast she was barely able to register it; but the second was joined with his lips hard pressed onto hers. Her lips were red and swollen, she responded with teeth and tongue buckling hard against his pounding fingers. The second one was drawn out, started by the sudden light brush across a pink nipple and finished with his thumb teasing her clit.
Even as the tremors died down, her body was numb with pleasure. She could barely open her eyes she was so relaxed.
Ginny was suddenly shaking her shoulder. With a start Tonks looked up at the young red-head.
“Are you alright?” She asked looking slightly concerned. “You’re kind of flushed.”
Tonks gave a shaky smile and looked around. Helena and Susan were gone; the break-room was empty except for them. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where’d Tweaks and Bones go?”
Ginny have a bright smile. “Breaks over, they headed out.”
“Oh,” was all Tonks responded, still disoriented with her flashback.
Ginny gave her another concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Her hand was resting gently on her mentor’s shoulder. Tonks brushed her off.
“I’m fine; let’s get back to work.” She replied standing up quickly. Ginny didn’t look quite convinced but nodded.
“Alright, Kingsley’ll be getting worried if we don’t hurry, yeah?” She smiled and Tonks tried to return it, but as the younger woman said Kingsley Tonk’s mind jolted right back to the memory and she could only fight a slight shudder.