HP ficlet: Exchange of Presents [Harry/Tonks, adult]
Title: Exchange of Presents Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Tonks Rating: adult Length: 528 words Warnings: chan (Harry is 15) Summary: Tonks has a rather different kind of gift for Harry. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 22, "explosion." ragdoll asked for this pairing, with smut if possible; I had already written something for prompt 1 ("wicked") so I found a different prompt that would work along the same lines.
"Wotcher, Harry."
Harry started and nearly dropped the tin of ginger biscuits he had come to the pantry of Grimmauld Place to find. "Er, hi, Tonks."
He couldn't quite bring himself to meet her eyes, not after he'd been wanking to thoughts of her through the Christmas holidays.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Tonks took a couple of steps toward him. She was close enough now that he could sense the warmth of her, smell the faint sweet scent of her hair and skin. He swallowed and turned a little sideways, hoping Tonks would not notice his body's reaction.
"That's okay," he said, striving to be casual.
Tonks took the biscuit tin from his hands and set it aside. She pushed the pantry door closed behind her.
"I didn't give you a Christmas present."
"I didn't give you one, either."
"Maybe we could give each other one now," Tonks murmured, and before Harry quite realized what was happening, Tonks was kissing him, her tongue darting into his mouth.
He was too surprised to think of resisting, even if it hadn't felt so good, and after his fantasies of the past few nights there was a certain dreamlike quality to it all. Tonks took his hand and pulled it to her breast; before he had gotten over the thrill of feeling her there, though, she had guided it down between her legs, murmuring, "Touch me, Harry."
His breath caught as he fingered her slick folds edged in crinkled hair. Tonks pushed herself against him, undulating her hips in tiny circles, panting. She clutched at the back of his jumper and drove herself down onto his fingers, shuddering, her mouth opening in a throaty groan.
Harry thought there might be an explosion in his trousers as he watched Tonks come, he was so aroused. He didn't have time to do anything about it before Tonks had slid down his body, unzipping his trousers, the cool air on his cock making him shiver for an instant before she took him in her mouth.
Her bubblegum pink head bobbed up and down; Harry felt the delicious tugs her lips and tongue were giving to his cock, and couldn't believe this was really happening. Tonks's fingers stroked his bollocks and the base of his prick, the tip of her tongue flickered against his slit, and Harry came in her mouth.
Tonks drew back a little, swallowing, and licked him clean. She stood up and gave him a swift peck on the cheek, saying, "Happy Christmas, Harry. Better straighten up... and wash your hands before you take those biscuits out to the other room." She winked, tidied up her own clothes, and ducked out of the pantry.
Harry blinked. He sniffed his fingers; they smelled like Tonks. He probably had better wash them.
When he finally carried the tin out to the living room to share with Hermione and Ron and the rest of the Weasley family, he knew he had a silly grin on his face, but he figured it would be chalked up to it being the holidays, not to having had the best surprise present he could have imagined.