Title: Birthday tradition
Author: lilmisblack
Characters/Pairings: Tonks/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Tattooing
Word Count: aprox 2000
Summary/Description: It's Tonks birthday, and Charlie's there to celebrate with her.
Author's Notes: I'm totally blaming this (for better or worse) on luvscharlie who made my brain think of Charlie every time someone said tattoo.

She was running late. She should’ve been home almost an hour ago, but someone at the office had found out it was her birthday, and they’d gotten her a birthday cake, and then took her out for three rounds of drinks. Not that she would mind, were it any other day, but it was her birthday, and she had a date. Sort of.

It wasn’t something official, but it was a tradition, their tradition, and as she made her way back home she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed. Charlie would be there. Their little tradition had started in their first year at Hogwarts, actually, although back then it had certainly been far more innocent. On the night of her birthday Charlie had somehow snuck into Hufflepuff’s Common Room, up the charmed staircase and into her bedroom, where he had surprised her with a small cake he had asked his mother to send for her, and a strawberry flavoured pair of shoes he claimed were for the next time she decided to put her foot in her mouth. Later that year she had made her way into the Gryffindor common room to give him a cake charmed to tint his mouth green and a small figure of a dragon that breathed real fire and followed him around for three days trying to set his robes on fire. They had spent every one of their birthdays together since.

He was sitting on her couch waiting for her, legs stretched out comfortably, a glass of firewhisky in his hand.

“You’re late,” he said the second she Apparated into her living room.

“Didn’t know we had an appointment.” She took her time undoing her robes and hanging them by the door, feeling his eyes on her every step of the way. She walked to the cabinet on the other side of the room and poured herself a drink. It was hard to seem cool after weeks without seeing him, but she did her best to appear nonchalant.

Charlie waited in silence, smiling knowingly as she let the seconds tick by. Finally, when she had emptied her glass, he beckoned her closer, his lips twisting into that sexy smile he knew no one could resist. She started walking forward, taking great care to swing her hips seductively with every step. She was almost by him when she tripped on the edge of the carpet and staggered a few steps forward, barely catching herself before she fell. Charlie’s laughter made her scowl, and she quickly closed the space between them and straddled him, grinding her hips against him and feeling his own hips jerk up in reaction. Her scowl turned into a smile when she heard him groan.

“Feisty little thing,” he said into her ear, as he wound his arms around her waist. “Happy birthday.“

She leaned forward, her lips barely an inch from his. “Why, thank you.”

Charlie tilted his head closer for a kiss, but she pulled back; she had something else in mind. She rested her hands to his chest for a moment, then began unbuttoning his robes, moaning softly as the first line of ink became visible.

That was what had started it all, what had changed things between them. She closed her eyes for a second, remembering that time they had gone for a swim in the lake close to the Burrow. He had taken his shirt off, and she had gasped at the sight of the black lines covering his entire shoulder and part of his arm. She was by him in a second, mesmerised by the intertwining lines forming the most hypnotizing of patterns. Her hand had seemed to have a mind of its own, reaching forwards until her fingers touched hot skin. She had asked him what getting it had felt like, feeling the movement of his chest under her hand as he described it all, her fingers slowly tracing the pattern inked into his skin.

And at some point he had noticed her fascination and had pulled her closer, his lips by her ear as he spoke, his tone lower, tinged with need of his own, his hands moving over her body, making her shiver, making her want more. And when his fingers had finally slid under her clothes she had been lost.

She opened her eyes again as she undid the last button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She moaned at the sight of him, the freckled skin, the defined muscles, the scars he had gotten in Romania. But what had the strongest effect on her were the tattoos. One of her hands moved to the one on his shoulder, her fingers touching the lines as they had that first time, and she leaned forward to trace the one on his chest with her tongue, making him groan and arch against her mouth.

That had been his second tattoo, and one of the most erotic experiences in her life. He had gone to the Muggle parlour with her, and she had stood mere feet from him as he lay down on the trolley and let the tattoo artist work. Charlie had kept his eyes on her the whole time, watching her every reaction, smiling knowingly at her, and she’d had to lean back against the wall, keeping her hands pinned with her own body to stop herself from reaching over to him.

The second the tattoo was done she’d dragged him out of the parlour and into the first dark alley she could find. She hadn’t bothered Apparating home, instead pushing him back against the wall and pushing his shirt up with one hand as the other moved to the bulge between his legs. She had been surprised to realise he was as turned on as she was. He’d fucked her so hard into that wall she’d had to use spells on the scratches on her back, but it had been oh so worth it.

She gave Charlie’s chest one last swipe with her tongue and straightened up, loving the lust, the need she saw in his expression. She ground her hips against him again, and his groan was much louder this time. He was so hard for her. She reached down and started undoing his trousers, but he stopped her.

“Not yet,” he said, moving his hands to her waist. He lifted her and switched positions.

She bit her lip as she watched him kneel on the floor in front of her, his hands quickly ridding her of her jeans and panties before he pushed her thighs apart and leaned closer.

She was so wound up the first touch of his tongue against her flesh made her cry out and arch closer, and he took it as encouragement, using his lips, and every so often his teeth against her, but she knew the best was still to come.

“Say the words,” he told her, as he rested back on his heels and slowly pushed a finger inside of her. She did as he asked, whispering the words that would reveal the runes tattooed into his hand, protective magic that helped keep him safe at work.

Her gaze was fixed on his fingers as he pushed them inside her, and she watched the black letters disappear between her legs, the sight making her arch into his touch, her body silently begging him for more. His hand moved faster, his fingers curling and his thumb rubbing against her clit, and even as the pleasure built she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the runes on his hand. He knew the effect he had on her, knew how much she loved his tattoos, knew just what her body needed, how much she enjoyed the way only he could make her feel, and he took full advantage of that knowledge, making her come again and again, until she could take no more and pushed his hand away.

“Got a surprise for you,” he said, smiling that sexy smile as he rose to his knees and slowly undid his trousers. Exhaustion forgotten, she moved forward the second the first line of green ink was revealed, and she watched, open-mouthed, as the rest of what had to be the most amazing work of art became visible.

“What did you…” she muttered, as she moved closer, kneeling in front of him and slowly reaching forward. The dragon was draped around Charlie’s groin and leg, his cock its head and neck, its body curled around his thigh, the long tail almost reaching his knee.

She carefully touched the tattoo, then jumped back when the dragon stirred. She barely noticed Charlie laughing at her surprise, too focused on the tattoo to pay attention to much else. She touched it again, running her fingers down its back, and watched it shiver as if it could feel her touch.

“Knew you’d like it,” Charlie murmured. What an understatement. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so wonderful, and she could feel her body reacting to it. She tentatively wrapped her hand around Charlie’s cock, stroked him, and moaned as she saw the tattoo react to her touch, fluttering its wings.

Curiosity soon got the better of her, and she leaned forward, tracing her tongue down the length of Charlie’s cock, waiting to see what the dragon would do. It stirred again, and the more she touched it, the more it reacted. She wrapped her lips around Charlie’s erection, taking him deep into her mouth, teasing him with her tongue, sucking softly, then hard, measuring every reaction she got on both the man in front of her and the dragon inked into his skin.

Then Charlie pulled her up and kissed her deeply, pulling her body flush against his. He slowly lay her down on the floor, then lowered himself over her, and she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, eager to have him inside her again.

He entered her without preamble, making her gasp, and started moving hard and fast, just the way they liked it, his hands on her hips pulling her up to meet his every thrust.

“Wanna see it,” she somehow managed to gasp between thrusts, and he understood just what she meant. He tightened his hold on her hips and got up to his knees, pulling her lower body with him while her head and shoulders still rested on the floor, giving her the perfect angle to watch as his cock moved inside her. The dragon had moved again, its wings now completely spread, wrapped around his hips, its tail moving over his navel faster as Charlie’s thrusts became faster.

The wings started flapping as Charlie’s thrusts lost their rhythm, and she moved her hand down her body, using the heel of her hand on her clit as her fingers delved lower, touching Charlie’s cock as it moved in and out of her. The dragon’s wings flapped one last time and then Charlie was coming, and so was she, and time lost all meaning as she arched into him and pleasure erupted from every pore in her body.

She was barely aware of Charlie rolling over to lie next to her, pulling her to him, but she cuddled closer all the same.

“Hold on,” Charlie murmured against her ear, as he reached for his wand. She felt the room spin around them, and a second later they were lying on her bed.

“Smooth,” she said, stretching as she watched him reach forward to grab the covers. “Where did the dragon go?”

“What?” he asked, as he looked down at itself. Then he twisted around and smiled. She followed his gaze and noticed the tattoo curled on his lower back, seemingly asleep. “Think you wore him out,” he said, as he lay back down next to her.

“So fast?” she asked. “You must be getting old.”

“I’ll show you old,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her under him, his lips by her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop.”