|CSI_Tokyo3 (csi_tokyo3) wrote in bonking_tonks,|
@ 2008-02-13 19:44:00
Title: Good Monsters
Pairing: Tonks/Bill/Fleur, Bill/Fleur
Era: post- HBP
Word count: 11,090
Prompt: #21: A Thinking Woman Sleeps with Monsters
AN: Based off of art by ericahpfa
There was a brief silence, then Fleur glanced back over her shoulder. “By ze way, Nymphadora ... I 'ave not zanked you properly for your 'elp tonight. I must make zat up to you later.”
“My pleasure, I'm sure,” Tonks grumbled, feeling the bare wall against her back. “Just keep your eyes on Bill.”
“Oi,” Bill said, “can I watch this 'thanking' going on? I've heard stories, you know.”
“Oi yourself, you perv,” she growled back. “You've got one of the most sensual women in the whole Kingdom at your feet. Don't get greedy. Anything happening to you?”
He shrugged. “Nothing.”
Fleur breathed slowly, Tonks watching parts of her body tense and relax. “Eef I 'ave to damage 'is groin, I will not be 'appy, I will 'ave you know.”
“Aim high, then,” Tonks muttered. “The scars won't last if he's in wolf form. They'll vanish when he becomes human again.” She waited for another tense minute, then snuck a glance at her watch, only to sigh in relief. “Okay. We're past moon-rise.”
The tension suddenly went out of all three of them and Fleur slumped back, forcing Tonks to catch her. “Zank goodness. Will 'e be safe in ze moonlight now?”
“I have no idea,” Tonks said, wishing bitterly for the third or fourth time that Lupin had been handy to explain these sorts of things. Her knowledge, while more than most other wizards, was still limited to the small amount of research she had done on Lupin's condition when she had been ... well ... stalking him. This was all new territory for her, as she had never been present when he had undergone his transformations, either. “Bill, I think you're safe like this, but if you walk outside, I can't say you'll stay safe. And I don't think Fleur wants to lose you right now.” She pushed Fleur off and stuck her wand through a belt loop in her patched jeans. “Okay, you two kids have fun. I'll be out in the lobby, minding my own business with a stack of newspapers. If you need anything, just yell. But 'Oh, Merlin, pull my 'air again!' doesn't count.”
Fleur pouted gently as she watched Tonks pick up her rucksack. “I meant what I said. I do owe you, Nymphadora, and I will show you my gratitude one night.”
Bill slipped his arms around Fleur's waist from behind and kissed her ear. “So, could I watch?”
She elbowed him in the ribs. “Tonks is right. You are a pervert. It must come from being a Weasley. Well, get yourself on zat bed and I will show you just what you can watch, mister.”
Grinning, Bill obeyed.
Shaking her head, Tonks headed for the door, intent on escaping before clothes started disappearing and the giggling started. She reached out for the doorknob, but found that she couldn't reach it. Odd, it didn't look like it was that far away. She must be more worn out than she thought if she couldn't even open a door properly. Tilting her head, she squinted carefully, trying to see just where she had to grab hold, but now something was wrong with her arm, dammit, and she couldn't touch the door at all.
Frowning, she finally took a step backwards and shook her head to try and clear it. “Bloody ...”
She looked over her shoulder at a nearly-topless Fleur. “What? I know the door's there. I'm just a bit knackered, that's all. Give me a second.”
Fleur shrugged her bra straps back up and sat on the edge of the bed. “You 'ave been standing zere for more zan five minutes,” she pointed out, frowning beautifully. “... You did not realize?”
Fleur cursed eloquently in French and shook her head. “I 'ave an idea of ze problem, but William is ze curse-breaker, not me. Would you examine 'er, please, love?”
Tonks turned around in spite of herself to see what Bill looked like shirtless. Of all the Weasleys, she had only seen Charlie like that, through no fault of his own. But he was shorter and stockier than Bill. And she was interested to see just how his scars had healed since the attack from Fenrir Greyback.
She wasn't disappointed. Bill looked damn tasty as he sat up from the heap of furs. Then he swung his legs over to get up and Tonks realized that the pair of them hadn't really wasted any time getting naked. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she gazed at his equipment, then jerked her gaze upwards and made a low noise in her throat. Her eyes drifted down again, though, and she sighed to herself as Bill accepted the wand that Fleur handed him. Come on, kid. It's not what he's got, it's how he uses it .... and where he sticks it, too. Oohhhhh, Merlin. Then she scrunched her eyes, wondering why she was thinking about Bill when she already had Lupin out there. She wasn't that hard up, was she? She and Lupin had been last together ...
As Tonks tried to recall the last time she had tumbled into bed with her werewolf, Bill was running through a series of spells that did more flashing and whistling than the last Departmental Christmas party. She couldn't feel anything actually happening to her, but whatever the results were, Bill was frowning as hard as his fiancee on the bed.
“Tonks,” he said, sitting back down and letting Fleur drape her arms around his bare shoulders. “I need you to think back over the last few days. Has my mother said anything about -- oh, I don't know -- you promising to keep an eye on us or making sure we're safe and sound? Maybe she's seemed inordinately pleased with herself after you've been talking about precautions for us? Anything.”
She could only shrug. “Maybe. Why ...” Then she caught on. “She slipped a bloody geas past me? You're not supposed to do that to an Auror! Oh, for the love of ... it must have been the other day when I stopped by to let your folks know I'd found a secure location to keep you.” Utterly disgusted with herself, Tonks crossed her arms tightly across her chest, unconsciously deflating her bust slightly so she could manage it without smacking herself on the chin with her boobs. “So ... what is it? I can't leave the room, right? We can get around that if you two move that bed out into the lobby or something.”
Bill shook his head. “That's not the taboo.” Fleur growled as he patted her hand before continuing. “The geas she placed on you binds you not to the room, but to both Fleur and I. Until sunrise, you can't leave us.”
“Bloody interfering, smirking, smart-arsed, house-cleaning, over-protective ...” Tonks managed to last another minute or so of cursing without repeating herself, but as she wound down her ranting, she noticed Fleur and Bill whispering to each other. “What? What are we going to do? Postpone?”
“Non!” Fleur hissed. “I 'ave waited months to get Bill away from ze rest of 'is clan and am not about to lose zis final battle to Molly.” Her expression softened. “'Owever, if we do continue, it's not fair to you at all. And I will not 'ave you hiding in a corner with your eyes shut and your fingers in your ears for ze rest of ze night, eizzer.” She kissed the side of Bill's neck, her gaze never leaving Tonks's. “We 'ave one idea. But first, we must discuss ze state of Monsieur Lupin.”
Tonks shrugged. “He's probably fully transformed by now.”
“Not zat state, Nymphadora,” Fleur said, sighing deeply. “I 'ave known you since we both were introduced into ze Order togezzer and I need you to be 'onest with me, because I want no guilt if we do zis.”
Awareness dawned. “Oh, bollocks. You want me to ...”
“Oh, do not give me zat shocked look.” Fleur shot her a patronizing look of her own. “We French gave you ze phrase menage a trois, did we not? And I will only make ze invitation to you if you can come to an understanding about your feelings wiz Monsieur Lupin, one way or ze uzzer. Or perhaps we should say 'is feelings about you?”
Tonks shook her head, rubbing her palms over her eyes. “What about them?”
“Only zat he does not seem to truly 'ave zem in the same way you do for 'im,” Fleur said. “I 'appen to know a zing or two about infatuation, believe it or not, and all ze emotions zat accompany it. I tell you, Lupin enjoys what you 'ave offered in ze last year, Nymphadora, but I do not think 'e is ready for ze lifetime commitment you seem to insist on pulling from 'im. Your argument in ze 'ospital wing last month was distinctly one-sided, you know.”
Was it? Tonks could only remember yelling at Lupin because she thought he was just scared of hurting her by being old or poor. She really didn't care about him being either and had told him so several times before, but he had still spent months away from her all year, back in the company of other werewolves. “Are you saying he liked the sex, but doesn't want to marry me?”
“No, of course not! Well ... 'e may like ze sex. What man doesn't? But I am also saying zat zere are uzzer reasons 'e may not wish a more serious relationship. 'E is an outcast, after all.” Fleur pointed at Tonks when she started to open her mouth. “I know you do not care about zat, eizzer! But Lupin is like me, caught between two worlds. Ze only difference between us is zat I am not terrified about passing on my genes. Nor do I live wiz ze death of my friends ze way 'e 'as for fifteen years. That man is broken, Nymphadora, and you 'ave tried to fix him in ways 'e cannot be fixed. Even now, 'e is not 'ere, but recklessly risking 'is life because Dumbledore told 'im to do so. Consider: If you 'ad asked 'im to stay, would 'e 'ave said yes?”
“I did ask him to stay,” Tonks mumbled. “And you're right. He said he had to try again, because Dumbledore had charged him with doing everything possible to bring the werewolves onto our side. I tried to say I'd go with him, but he didn't like that, either.”
“Not even to see 'im away safely, I believe,” Fleur said softly, looking sadder. “In fact, zat may 'ave been ze final goodbye for you. 'E never agreed to your proposal zat night in ze 'ospital wing, did 'e?”
Tonks shook her head. “I thought he had, but I can't actually remember him saying it now.”
Fleur patted the furs. “You gave yourself to 'im, but you never got anything back in return. We will change that. Come to bed with us and we will forget all our annoyances for a few 'ours.” As Tonks hesitated, Fleur sighed and slid off the bed to pad over to her and take her hands, pulling her forward gently. “It's okay. Bill does not mind zat you are anuzzer beautiful girl. In fact, 'e might even enjoy you.”
Tonks gave a weak smile at Fleur's joke, but resisted a bit more as Fleur tried to pull her up on the bed. “What did you mean that I couldn't fix Lupin? Are you saying that I wasn't enough for him?”
Fleur gave an exasperated snort and pinched the bridge of her nose. “No. I am saying zat sex does not fix a man. A woman does not always fix a man. Ze love you 'ad for Lupin was desperate, not intimate. Believe it or not, zere is a great difference between zem.” She took a step closer and pressed her body right up against Tonks's, her nose, breasts, and hips nestling against her own, hands pressed up against the back of Tonks's waist. “And I can show you ze difference, for Bill and I love each uzzer and I 'ave no problem sharing 'im with one of the few women I love as well.” Fleur's lips brushed softly against hers. “Come on, now,” she coaxed in a throaty whisper, guiding Tonks closer to the bed, hips swaying deliciously against her body.
Tonks, however, stopped just short and gave Fleur a gentle push, letting momentum send her tumbling backwards onto the bed. At the Veela girl's indignant squawk, she grinned and reached down to undo her jeans, taking a moment to slip her wand out of her belt loop before it clattered onto the floor. Dropping her trousers around her ankles, she stepped out of them and then crossed her arms and quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head. “Since you two are ahead of me, I should catch up in the lack of clothes department.” Then she paused as she caught sight of Fleur's plain white bra. Tonks took a second to look down at the purple satin one she had shrugged into, then back up at Fleur. “You are sexy in anything, aren't you?”
Pouting, Fleur reached behind her to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. “I could 'ardly wear somezing fancy for tonight. With zose traitorous mirrors in ze Burrow, I am sure zat somezing of lace or leather would 'ave been discovered and our plan would not 'ave worked. So I was resigned to being plain.” Then she gave a small smile. “You, on ze uzzer 'and, appear to 'ave worn ze wrong size today.”
“What?” Glancing down, Tonks realized that her bra was looser than usual. “Oh, bugger. Shrunk my breasts earlier and forgot to put them back up.” With a bit of concentration, she reinflated herself, filling up her cups again. “There. Curvy enough to meet with your approval?”
“You always 'ave been so,” Fleur murmured, fanning herself delicately with her fingers. “Now, do not keep us waiting, Nymphadora.”
Feeling bolder than she had in a long, long while, Tonks moved forward to crawl onto the bed with them both, forcing Fleur to lie back and let herself be straddled, just as she had done to Tonks earlier in the week. Beside them, she heard Bill breathe as he watched. “How about this?” Her hands cupped the younger woman's hips, thumbs stroking slowly in caressing circles, then she began to slide them up higher, Fleur whimpering beneath her. She bent down to kiss Fleur's flat stomach, admiring the concave curve of her belly, one that she often wished she was able to properly duplicate herself. “Bill, get my knickers, would you? I've got my hands full.”
She grinned at Fleur, who watched with almost-wide eyes as Bill reached over to roll Tonks's panties down her legs, helping her slide them off entirely. “He'll get to you in a minute, Fleur, I think.” Her hands slid up a bit more, exploring as she let Bill undo her bra next. “Weren't expecting this, were you?”
Fleur shook her head, squeaking softly as Tonks caressed each bare breast.
“Well, I just figured out that it's better for me to be closer, rather than farther away. That geas of Molly's is almost useless when I'm right in the same bed as you two.” Tonks leaned down to kiss Fleur's cleavage, nuzzling her breastbone. “In fact, I feel much better here than I did on the other side of the room. Think Molly would have anticipated that?”
“I think Mum would have counted on it.” Bill interrupted to kiss Fleur, and then cupped the curve of Tonks's neck and brought her face up for her own welcoming kiss. “She probably thought you'd want to stay close and feel better, rather than be dizzy and cold.”
“Hmmm,” Tonks murmured in her throat, liking the way he kissed. “She also thought that Fleur and I would be bitter enemies, not sneaking around behind her back for the last two years.” She looked up at him, grinning. “Sorry if we kept it from you, too.”
“S'okay.” He glanced down at a purring and smirking Fleur, the Veela girl looking happy that she had another friend to play with. “This is my first threesome. What should we do with her?”
Tonks grinned wickedly. “Mine too, but I have a couple of ideas. Do you mind terribly if I leave marks? I know spells that will remove them afterwards.”
Bill's grin mirrored her own as he stretched out by his fiancee and pinned her wrists down on either side of her head. “Sure, as long as nothing still shows by the wedding.”
Fleur lost her smirk and instead gave another whimper, though whether in protest or anticipation, Tonks couldn't tell.
“Shhhh,” she admonished, leaning closer as Fleur struggled a little beneath her. “It's not going to hurt; it's going to feel very good.” She brushed silvery-blonde hair aside, and then buried her face against Fleur's slender neck. Her lips sought out the join between neck and shoulder, her tongue flicking out to press on soft spots. “Here?” she whispered hotly. “Or maybe right here...” Her mouth fastened onto skin and Fleur inhaled sharply as her body quivered, but she was helpless.
Tonks finally lifted her head again and kissed the red hickey she'd left behind. “I think I'm going to leave a few more of these on you,” she murmured, adjusting her position astride Fleur's body. “You have lovely skin for them.” She caught sight of the expression on Bill's face and grinned. “Back in Hufflepuff, we'd call these 'badger bites'.” She glanced down again. “Mmm.. hold her, Bill. She's going to be clawing if we let her up now.” As Fleur whined piteously, she kissed the Veela girl's pretty breasts and began to suck on a nipple, slowly increasing her suction as if to threaten another mark on her pale skin.
Fleur began to swear at her now, digging her heels in and thrashing, but Tonks had more than enough weight on her to keep her held down. She gave a hard suck that made Fleur yelp and twitch, and Tonks flicked her head up with a smirk, her purple hair longer than it had been, now tumbling around her face. “Don't like that?” she asked, watching Fleur pant.
“When I get my 'ands on you,” Fleur growled back, “ze teasing I did to you in ze meadow will be nuzzing compared to eet!”
“Awww.” Tonks gave her other nipple a casual lick, rubbing it with her cheek. “That does sound like fun,” she cooed, kissing Fleur's breast again and fondling her. “But I think we'll tease you for now.
Fleur's reply was cut off as Bill leaned over to kiss her upside down, slipping his tongue past her lips and making her arch and moan right up into Tonks's tongue once more.
“There we go,” she whispered, grinning and nuzzling the curves of Fleur's breasts, indulging her curiosity about her friend's body. She had often wondered what Fleur had looked like beneath witch's robes, since most wizarding apparel rendered you formless, unless you were really stacked. She planted another slow, teasing kiss into the Veela girl's ample cleavage. Now those were breasts she could duplicate, and had often done so, mostly on stakeout; only occasionally in bed. She found out they got more in the way than people's fantasies tended to believe, her own included.
Tonks never admitted it to anyone, but she loved metamorphing in bed. For foreplay, sex, or even solo efforts, she was willing to let herself go and be almost any shape, any size, and any hair colour she could imagine. She did draw the line at becoming other people unless they were present, and often she hadn't gotten much of them right anyways. But she did it for herself, not for anyone else.
She slid lower, licking a slow path down Fleur's taut stomach. A few seconds later, the Veela girl was arching and gasping again as Tonks decided she had found a good spot to administer another badger bite. “Non!” Fleur whined, her head thrashing from side to side as Tonks licked the tender skin again. “Non!. You do zat and I swear ...”
Tonks gazed up at her as she gave a small nibble against Fleur's hip-bone. “Threaten all you want, but this looks like a nice spot to mark you. It's either here on your navel or on your inner thigh, okay?” She licked again, just above the thatch of Fleur's blonde curls between her thighs. “Choose and I'll be nice. Ignore me, and I'll mark you in both places.”
Fleur squirmed, but pinned as she was, she could only resist for so long as Tonks slipped her panties off her and left her bare. “Zere,” she moaned softly, shuddering as Tonks brushed through her pubes softly with damp fingers. “I weel take it zere.”
“Yeah?” Tonks looked interested as she stroked Fleur's legs, coaxing them open a little bit. “You sure?”
She nodded, trying to hide her face beneath her hair, but Bill made sure she couldn't avoid watching. “Oui.”
Tonks considered that, her thumbs slowly massaging Fleur's mound. “Mmm... good girl. Okay.” She blew a soft breath across the blonde hair that covered Fleur's groin and the Veela girl quivered again. Then Tonks picked her spot and began to suck on her, intent on creating a gently throbbing mark that she herself knew quite well. The soft spot beneath Fleur's navel was lovely for such a bite and Tonks took her time, licking a little in between hard pulls of her lips. Slowly, she began to both lighten the pressure and slip her mouth down lower on Fleur, until her chin was being constantly tickled by the soft curls of her pubes. “Hmmm...” She kissed hot skin and then lifted her head again, feeling mischievous. “Had enough?”
Fleur was obviously frustrated as she whined again and arched her hips, looking for more of the light, feathery licks she had been getting, but Tonks rested her head against Fleur's inner thigh, nuzzling and kissing her. “Uh-uh,” she murmured, knowing she was taking a risk. “I think it's my turn now. You've been spoiled so far.”
Before she could finish lifting her head to see the expression on her face, Tonks found herself abruptly upended as Fleur flung herself to the side, her arms crossing over her head when Bill didn't let go in time. In short order, Tonks found herself face-down in warm white furs and feeling the weight of Fleur covering her body with her own.
“Your turn, you say?” Fleur hissed into her ear, long fingernails leaving gentle impressions on both her shoulders. “I zink we can arrange somezing to do about zat.” Tonks felt a warm, wet stroke of a tongue along the rim of her ear. She could also hear the playfulness in Fleur's voice and knew her friend was enjoying having someone else with them. She gave a gentle wriggle with her behind and felt Fleur's knees tighten against her hips. Okay, so she wasn't going anywhere for a bit.
“But first,” Fleur continued. “We 'ave both been ignoring dear William and zat is not permissible, so we will be pleasuring him next.” Her mouth fastened onto the side of Tonks's neck and gave her a sharp pull, Tonks gasping hotly as she felt her skin bruise beneath the suction and the wet swirl of Fleur's tongue.
“I owe you anuzzer,” she purred, finally easing back and rubbing herself against Tonks's back, “but I will be patient. Bill, I zink she is ready to be of service to us.”
Before Tonks could say anything, she felt Fleur's fingers slip into her thick hair and pull, gently coaxing her head up. She obediently followed the pressure and found she was able to comfortably rest herself on her arms with Fleur still sitting on her hips. She also found that she was at eye level with Bill's cock. The rest of him, she assumed, was busy with Fleur higher up, since she could hear the two of them now kissing each other overhead.
Then she gave a soft little grunt as Fleur's grip tightened. “What are you waiting for, Nymphadora?” came her voice. “'E is yours for the present time.”
Tonks grinned to herself. Payback was a bitch, apparently. Well, she'd had less enticing assignments than this at work. And she knew both Bill and Fleur would return the favour, so ...
She gave Bill's erection a quick lick and nuzzle with her lips, gauging his weight and taste. She could feel Fleur's fingers relaxing in her hair, stroking her more now, so she leaned in and opened her mouth just enough to slip him between her lips.
Sure enough, there was a strangled gasp from overhead that she guessed was Bill. Smiling mischievously to herself, Tonks took her time lowering her head down his length. Her head bobbed slowly back and forth, both Fleur and Bill taking turns stroking and fondling her hair as she blew him. She could hear herself making soft, pleased noises in her throat as well, especially when Fleur's own wet tongue briefly teased her ear and made her hum with pleasure around Bill's thick erection.
“Make zat noise again, little Nymphadora,” Fleur murmured into her ear again, biting her earlobe. “I zink Bill enjoyed ze feel of zat.”
She slipped her head off of his length and glanced over her shoulder at a flushed and obviously horny Fleur. “You'll just have to do something to make me make that noise again, then.” she told her.
With a soft growl, Fleur slipped her fingers down between Tonks's legs and touched a hot wetness Tonks hadn't even been aware of until now. “Like zis, shall we say?”
Tonks bucked and groaned as she realized that she was sopping. When had she last gotten that slick from just playing around and sucking cock? Oh, Merlin. Those two were really getting to her. Then she had to stifle a yelp as Fleur suddenly pushed her head back down onto Bill's erection. The touch between her legs became more heated as Fleur's fingers eased deeper to coax more soft, muffled moans from her.
She could also feel Bill's hands stroking through her hair and caressing the back of her neck, making sure she didn't gag on his length. Her mouth was pretty much full and she doubted she had any serious deep-throating skills without metamorphing a few changes. As it was, she could barely concentrate enough to change her eye colour at the moment.
Then Bill's hands gave her a gentle squeeze and she felt him pulling out of her mouth. “God, Tonks,” came his ragged voice and panting breaths. “I'd love to see what you're like without Fleur holding you down.” He bent down to kiss her on the mouth and gave her a little bit of tongue, which brought another encouraging moan from her. “I need to borrow Fleur from you for a bit, okay? Then I'd really like to give you the same right after.”
“Zat is not fair for 'er to 'ave to wait like zat,” Fleur commented, doing a little curl with her fingers inside Tonks that made her buck. “'Owever ...” She gave her a light slap on her backside to catch her attention. “Turn over, you.”
Tonks groaned softly as Fleur slid her fingers out, mourning the loss of that pleasure, but she obediently rolled over onto her back and grinned up at both of them through her hair, which Fleur had admittedly mauled rather thoroughly. “Whaaaa?” she mumbled dreamily. “Thought of something else to torture me with?”
“Oui.” Fleur smiled, then slid herself forward until she was kneeling astride Tonks's head. “Mangez-moi,” she suggested.
She hooted merrily and swatted Fleur's hip right back. “Yeah, that's a good one. And then?” she asked.
“Zere is no 'and then',” she said, her smirk evident as she slowly lowered herself to sit down on Tonks's face.
Her sigh was muffled against Fleur's slender thighs as she gave her a quick, tasting lick, just as she had Bill, before settling down and deciding to take her time. Her pink tongue slipped out again and again to lick Fleur's pussy in slow strokes, exploring as best she could with Fleur's knees tucked against her shoulders. She nuzzled and lapped all the way up through blonde curls, too, burying her face as deep as it could go and making Fleur writhe and sob above her.
“Oui, zat ees it!” she panted, her legs quivering with pleasure. “Right zere ... zere ... no, more ... ahhhhh...ahhhhhhh...”
Tonks was making more happy noises of her own, too, as eating out Fleur this enthusiastically was, admittedly, much more rewarding than the last time she had blown Lupin. Not that her enthusiasm had been lacking that time, but Lupin had honestly been reluctant to let her even do it. He had seemed almost ashamed of his own climax, be it inside her or in her mouth, never meeting her eyes at the crucial moment.
Fleur, on the other hand, could be utterly wanton, and was demonstrating so right now with her head flung back and her long hair brushing Tonks's stomach. Her cries were loud, too, as she coaxed and pleaded for Tonks to 'lick me harder', 'more', and some other suggestions that were even more direct as to where her tongue should be. On the whole, not a bad reaction for her first go along the carpet.
Then, in the middle of her exploring just how deep her tongue could thrust, Tonks was slightly startled to feel someone spreading her knees. She tilted her head back to gaze up the horizon of Fleur's body, between the nice curves of her breasts, and saw Bill nestling into his fiancee's back, his chin on her shoulder. His hands slid around to cup the afore-mentioned breasts of niceness and then he was gently tilting her back, just enough to rest her slight weight against his chest.
Tonks gave Fleur a kiss on her mound and sighed. “Wotcher, Bill. You here to help out?”
“That, too,” he said, smiling and nuzzling Fleur's ear. “She thinks you'd benefit more if you went first.”
“First?” Tonks asked, feeling puzzled. Then she felt the warm throb of ... oh, fuck, he's going to really ... Bill's cock easing into her. “Oh. Ohhhh. Don't stop, Bill,” she panted, not wanting to lose the sensations. “Keep going like that ... mmmf!” She pressed her mouth tightly against Fleur again, stifling her moan as Bill just kept sinking into her. He was so slow and warm and thick and alive in her that she squeezed her eyes shut and jammed her tongue into Fleur's pussy once more, eliciting a sharp squeal from overhead. Fuck, he's still going. Oh ... ohhh ..ohhh... moremore please!
Finally, agonizingly, she felt him bottom out in her and her legs were suddenly resting on his thighs, Fleur's hands caressing the both of them there and the teasing brush of her long hair playing merry hell with the other sparking sensations Tonks was feeling. She felt herself whimper into Fleur's thighs, unable to do much else other than keep licking.
And then Bill was moving, thrusting slowly, but oh god, she was taking him all and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, sure she would break from the bliss. Fleur was writhing against her tongue and against Bill's hands, swearing at them both and urging them on, and Bill ... Bill was still giving it to her and she was so close to giving it up to him for the first time in a very long time and .... oh. Oh. Oh, bugger. She was going to ...
Her hips just about corkscrewed as she howled, her climax more powerful than the handful she had had with Lupin, and a pretty damn sight better than the ones she had rubbed herself to over the years. If Fleur hadn't been straddling her shoulders, Tonks was sure she would have whiplashed something from the sheer sensory overload.
Panting, Tonks let her head slump back against a pillow and moaned up at Fleur, who was gazing down at her expectantly. “Hmmm? What?” she purred dazedly, her hips still rocking gently as Bill kept pumping her.
Fleur wiggled her hips and stuck her lower lip out pleadingly.
“You can't be serious,” Tonks snorted, squeezing Fleur's legs gently. “Oh, a'right.” She tugged Fleur closer and bent to her task again, swirling her mouth in wet, teasing circles. “Like that?” she murmured up at her, giving her a tongue swipe across her clit.
“Just a bit more, oui,” she pleaded, sighing as Tonks and Bill double-teamed her. “I am going to 'ave you teach Bill 'ow to do all zat. It is just 'eavenly what you are doing to me, Nymphadora. Mmmm.”
Tonks sighed in post-orgasmic bliss, as Bill had yet to stop pleasuring her as well. The three of them were quite locked together and if she wasn't careful, she could find herself becoming very attached to the idea.
Then Fleur gave a soft little moan and lifted herself up off her mouth. “Be patient, mon cherie, and I will return and pleasure you every bit as much as you 'ave done for me, but Bill does 'ave 'is needs as well.” She bent down and gave Tonks a warm slip of her tongue in thanks, kissing her hard. In the middle of it, Tonks moaned in distress at the loss of Bill as he slid out of her as well. But two seconds later, Fleur was yelping in surprise and rocking as Bill pushed into her.
Gleefully, Tonks seized her wrists and held her as she was pounded mercilessly from behind. “Why be patient when I can just join in like this?” she asked, grinning. She planted a hard, sucking kiss right on Fleur's mouth, effectively muffling her shrieks all the way until the final thrust.
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After about the third time coming, Bill had finally begged off from the two girls' attentions and collapsed on the bed. Fleur had continued to be frisky, even going as far to whisper in Tonks's ear that she had always wanted to attempt a 'soixante-neuf' with another girl. And that had turned out to be a very fun half-hour or so, Tonks had had to admit. But now she was the only one still lying awake beneath the furs, and rightly so. Fleur was slumbering against her back, one arm draped slipped hers and covering her left breast. Bill was face down in a brace of pillows nearby, his bare spine visible all the way down to his waist as the coverings were only half-covering him.
She had a lot on her mind, and all of it involved the incredibly mind-blowing sex she and her two friends had been having since moon-rise. That alone was a cause for concern; it had been her first threesome ever. With an affianced couple, to complicate matters even more!
And there was another thing that was bothering her: Well, not bothering her, per se, but she ... she sighed to herself. She had never really thought about being bisexual, but with Metamorphmagus hindsight, she could now see that she and Fleur had been, well, circling each other unawares ever since they had met after the Triwizard Tournament. All those late nights, emotional outpourings with each other, and clandestine get-togethers away from the Weasleys ... it was making more sense now. As for Bill, she had known him and Charlie (and to a lesser extent, Percy) at Hogwarts. She had no problem wanting to pull him, affianced or not.
What she couldn't reconcile in the whole thing was it was more than likely that she and Lupin were done ... and her unexpected rebound had landed her smack in ...
A muffled crash and a curse came from the other side of the door.
... Trouble was where it had landed her, apparently.
Fleur tensed behind her, coming awake instantly. “What was zat?” she whispered.
“Company,” Tonks replied, scrambling for the foot of her bed, where both her clothes and her wand were. “Can't imagine who it would be, unless the Weasleys are checking in to see if Bill's managing. She glanced back at her two naked friends and felt a blush working its way up. “I'd say he managed quite well.”
“Admirably, yes,” Fleur commented, “if it was ze Weasleys. It is not, 'owever. None of zose voices out zere sound anyzing like Bill's brothers.” She glanced over at her fiance, who was sitting up with an unhappy expression on his face. “We 'ave been 'earing tales for many weeks now, about members of ze Ministry of Magic under ze Imperius curse. What are ze odds zat someone you talked to in zat office pool is one of zem?”
Tonks could have slapped herself for her stupidity. Of course. “So we've got Death Eaters on the other side of that door,” she said bitterly, hopping a foot at a time into her jeans and zipping them up, ignoring the cold button snap against her stomach. “What are they waiting for?”
“I cannot say.” Fleur made an irritated noise in her throat. “Perhaps ze Imperturbable Charm is making zem wonder if we are in 'ere or not. It is only on ze outside of ze door, obviously, since we can 'ear zem. Next zey will be trying to locate us by uzzer spells, but I am sure zat they will soon get impatient and just break ze door down.”
Tonks swore again as she shrugged into her bra. “So what are we going to do? And why aren't you getting dressed?”
Before Fleur could explain, the door exploded off its hinges to land with a crash in the room. She promptly retaliated with an overhand fireball with a windup that reminded Tonks of the last time she'd watched Muggles playing 'cricket'. The fireball bloody bounced off the floor and flew into their attackers at knee level before the group could charge into the room, causing a commotion in the doorway.
“Stay behind Bill!” she snapped as wings burst from her back and her nose began growing longer and sharper, her fingers hooked for clawing now. “We are ze monsters 'ere, not you!” She launched herself into the half-dozen Death Eaters – Tonks could see the masks now – with a shriek that Tonks could only assume was some sort of Veela battle cry.
Bill indeed pushed Tonks behind him, picking up both their wands and handing hers back to her. “She's always been difficult to hurt with spells,” he said, aiming at a stray Death Eater and Stunning him. “And she seems to think I'm the same way. It's her way of coping with the fact I got attacked. Not that we've tested that theory, mind ... duck!”
Both of them dodged a silver bolt of light that smacked into the brickwork beyond.
“You're not anxious to test that theory now, are you?” Tonks yelled back over the noise, attempting a Stunning spell of her own, but missing her target. “Because I highly doubt you're going to get furry tonight after all the precautions we took!”
“Not much chance of that, no, but I'm not letting Fleur do this alone!” With a growl, he flung himself at the nearest Death Eater.
“Bloody fools, all of us,” Tonks sighed to herself. Before she could choose to join either of them, however, another of Fleur's fireballs decided the fight when it collided with a brace of wall-torches and set off a small explosion that collapsed the wall on three remaining and still-standing Death Eaters.
“Ow,” Tonks noted. A quick look over at Bill confirmed that whoever he had been trading punches with had had their Death Eater mask driven back into their face rather permanently. They were now on the floor, pure-bleeding in a rather snobbish way. “I guess she did it mostly alone, then, right Bill?”
Bill stretched, grinning as he rubbed his bruised knuckles. “You know, that was hardly worth it,” he commented. “Six of them against three of us? I broke more of a sweat when you were on all fours, Tonks.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, her heart still pounding from anxiety. “So glad you consider me more of a handful than half a dozen Death Eaters.”
Fleur pouted, her face having returned to its former beauty. “Zat was an 'alf-'earted, eef not 'alf-assed attempt. No one ze Dark Lord considers important is 'ere, so it may 'ave been an independent attack.” Her wings were shrinking as she kicked one of the prone bodies on the floor. “Call me crazy, but I do not believe your Auror Department will 'old zem for very long if we turn zem over. Zat Ministry of yours ees dirtier zan Ronald's old room.”
“Agreed.” Tonks waved her wand and her Patronus flew out of the end and scampered out the door. “Kingsley should be home by now. He'll get trusted people to help clean up this mess.” She looked at the disheveled bed and the nudity of her companions. “We'd all better get dressed and come up with a decent story before anyone Apparates in and sees us all still undressed.” She shuddered. “I just realized, if I had stuck to the original plan and set up in the hall ... they'd've had me dead. Bloody hell.”
Fleur came over and embraced her. “Well, anuzzer reason to zank Molly. But we will just keep zat between ze three of us.” she added with a smile.
“Sounds good.” Tonks rested her chin on Fleur's shoulder and sighed as she was hugged tightly.
“Good. Because zis is not over. Do not worry about bringing a guest to the wedding later zis month. Bill and I will pick you up after ze reception for ze 'oneymoon instead. Then we will 'ave sex yet again and talk more about, perhaps, staying togezzer for a while.”
Tonks pulled back in her arms to stare at her. “You're not serious.”
“I will bypass ze obvious joke zere with your cousin and just say zis: We like you, for you are like us, in zat you 'ave loved a monster. And now ze monsters wish to love you back. Zere are feelings on our parts that will need discussing, as I am sure zere are on yours as well. 'Ow can you say no?”
She took a deep breath. “I won't, then.” And there, amidst the smoke, debris, and scattered bodies, she kissed both Bill and Fleur again.
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