: However Far AwayAuthor
: Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks, mention of Harry/GinnyRating
: wanking, dirty talk, mention of d-c, spanking and ravishment (all roleplaying!), much fluff and warm n fuzzy romanceKinks chosen
: Obscene phone (Floo) call, ravishmentWord Count
: When Tonks goes away on assignment, Bill’s left alone with a mountain of paperwork. Until Tonks finds a way to distract him long distance.Author's notes
: Ah, phone sex. What else can I say? Other than huge thanks to kabal42
for encouraging me while I worked on this, to elfflame
for being my steadfastly reliable beta, green_amber
for doing the same, and to my Bonks muse(s) who actually decided to cooperate tonight. I guess she/they like the warm squishy stuff too. I originally had plans for some food smut and a second act featuring true ravishment (ala ”The Wedding Crashers
”) but Bill and Tonks had other ideas. Title courtesy of Fat Bob Smith. Enjoy.
Bill Weasley hated paperwork. He hated it more than anything in the world except perhaps his mother’s nagging, Dark Wizards, peanut butter sandwiches, and the fact that his girlfriend had been off on an important Auror assignment for the past fortnight with no contact allowed. Of course, they’d gotten around that by sending Patronuses to one another when they could, but it was still highly frustrating. So was the pile of parchments which were currently cluttering up his desk, all in need of his attention. Leave it to Tyzek to decide to revamp the entire Curse-Breaking Department now
. Bill supposed that in some small way, he ought to take this as something beneficial – at least the non-stop work was keeping his attention off the fact that he missed Tonks so terribly (during the day at any rate, nighttime was a different story entirely). But, either way, it still wasn’t any fun at all.
“Bill? Bill, are you there?”
The sound of Tonks’ soft voice echoing through his office broke Bill’s concentration. He snapped his head up, looking around in confusion, wondering if he’d finally lost his mind. Perhaps all the work was causing him to hallucinate. He heaved a sigh of relief as he caught sight of her face in the fireplace, her features limned in green flame. “Sweetheart? Is that you?” Pushing back his chair, he rushed over and crouched down to see her, his brow furrowed in bewilderment. “Tonks, what are you doing? You’re supposed to be on a case – what’s happened? You alright?”
Tonks shook her head and smiled at him sheepishly. “Everything’s fine,” she reassured him. “I know we were s’posed to maintain contact silence, but…well, I couldn’t. I missed you too much. I was going spare here without you, and the bloody Patronuses weren’t enough – even the naughty ones. D’you realise
how bleeding difficult it is to take things seriously when a jungle cat’s trying to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?”
Bill laughed. “About as difficult as hearing them coming from a large furry canine?”
She nodded in assent and then sighed. “Gods, I miss you, Head Boy. I- I just needed to see
you for a bit, hear your voice before I got completely round the twist. We should be safe – Harry’s gone off on patrol for at least an hour, so we’ve got a bit of time. I managed to break into the Floo Network from here – it took a bit of work, but it was worth it – and seeing as Gringotts’ is one of the most secure Floo systems in all of England, no one will be think to check on your end. Hopefully, I got it pretty well secured. I just couldn’t stand another minute without you.”
“Yeah?” He couldn’t help but grin. “I’ve missed you too, babe. Desperately. Hang on, give me a minute – I don’t need anyone wandering in and catching us at this.” He hurried back to his desk, picked up his wand, and, with a flick of his wrist, locked the door, placing a Imperturbable Charm on it at the same time. “There, that’s better. So, how are you, love? Where
are you? If that’s not classified information, that is.”
Tonks pursed her lips thoughtfully before answering. “We’re…up north. Can’t tell you more right now. Just in case. But it’s bloody cold and bleak. We’ve got the wanker tracked this far. Harry’s hoping we can corner him soon.”
“I’m sorry about the cold and bleak part, love. You know I’d do anything to fix that bit for you if I could,” Bill admitted. He felt a small pang of jealousy thinking of her alone with Harry Potter night after night. Not that he didn’t trust either of them individually, but that sort of situation could make strange bedfellows out of anyone. Especially when he knew Tonks and Harry were close friends; she’d mentored him through his Auror’s training and seemed to like working with him as a partner. “So, no one’s keeping you warm at night then?”
“Bill!” Tonks exclaimed. “How could you…” She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Even if Harry fancied me – and I don’t think he does – d’you really think he’s foolish enough to do something that would most likely get him killed by both you and
your sister?” A hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. “Of course, Ginny is
the more formidable opponent if you ask me…”
“Oh, is that so?” he countered. “I beg to differ.”
“Come on, love, between the pair of you, you’re the nice one. Your sister, she’s ruthless.”
“I’m not that nice.”
“I dunno about that. I think you are,” Tonks said, looking at him coyly.
Bill felt a definite tightening in his groin: it had been two long weeks since he’d touched her and when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t help but react. “Well, maybe. I’d definitely be nice enough to keep you from the cold. Bed’s been too big without you here, you know.”
“So, no one’s keeping you
warm at night?”
“Not even close. Do you really think I’d want anyone else?”
“Well, you never know, you could be throwing dirty great orgies with the goblins in my absence.”
Bill pulled a face, shuddering at the thought. “Not bloody likely. Besides, none of them could compare to you. Not even an entire horde.”
“Charmer.” Tonks batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly. “Glad to hear it though.”
‘I really do wish I could warm you up at night, love,” he repeated sincerely.
“Ha! I’m not thick enough to take up that offer – all you’d do is steal the covers. So I’d freeze anyway.”
“Hmmm. I could think of other ways to do it then.” Bill licked his lips, his trousers suddenly feeling a bit too tight. He tried to adjust himself discreetly, but a snicker from Tonks told him he’d failed miserably.
She arched a pink eyebrow at him, her smirk growing wider. “Oh, could you now? Care to tell me about it?”
“I told you I’ve missed you, silly.” She moved forward, allowing a little bit more of her body to be visible. He could just make out the outline of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts in the green flames. “If I could Floo myself there and pin you to your desk right now, you know I would.”
“Only if I didn’t manage to pin you first, Tonks.”
She let out a throaty laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”
Bill stifled a groan, swallowing hard. “Don’t tempt me, woman. I’d give anything to launch myself into the fireplace and have you right here and now.”
Tonks gasped, biting down on her lip. Bill could see her squirming in place. “You w-would, would you?” she stammered, her cheeks colouring slightly.
“Oh, yes. I’d come right through, throw you down on the floor, tear off all your clothes and have you right there.” Bill could feel his cock stirring further, a dull ache starting to build up. “What are you wearing?”
“Jeans. Really tight
jeans. The ones that you like so much cos they show off my arse,” she replied huskily. He knew she was doing no such thing. He’d seen those jeans hanging off the back of the bedroom chair just this morning, but it was nice to imagine her in them anyway. Without thinking, his hand slid to his crotch, squeezing his burgeoning erection through his pinstriped work trousers.
“Mmmm, yeah? What else?”
“Black jumper. Cut low enough that you can see my bristols.”
This time, she was telling the truth. He could see the tops of her breasts peeking out from the neckline of her top. It was a lovely sight. “You been wearing that around Harry then?”
“Tsk tsk, naughty girl. I’d have to pull you over my lap and smack that arse of yours just for being a cocktease. Those are only for me.”
She let out a little mewl of surprise. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Let me see them?”
He was surprised when she actually complied, moving away from the fire just long enough to pull the jumper over her head before returning her attention to him, her hair now adorably mussed. His eyes roamed over her pale skin, her breasts nestled in the confines of her bra, the greenish glow of the Floo tingeing everything to give her a slightly unearthly look. It only made his cock throb harder.
Tonks ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them lightly, then squeezing and pushing them together for his benefit. “Like that?” she asked demurely.
“Blimey, do you even have to ask?” Bill replied, his breathing beginning to grow ragged as he palmed himself through his clothing.
“Bill, are you…?”
“What do you think?”
Tonks’ cheeks grew pinker, nearly matching the shade of her hair. “Really?”
“Well, not quite, but…” He felt his face growing hot, and not just from the proximity to the fire.
“Do it, then. Touch yourself for me, love,” she pleaded, blowing him a kiss.
“Only if you do it too.” Bill looked at her wistfully. “You know, I’d give anything to kiss you for real right now. I have missed that sweet mouth of yours way too much.”
“That’s because you’re a randy long-haired pillock,” Tonks teased, sticking her tongue out at him and then flicking it lasciviously.
“Tonks…” he moaned.
“Well, who’s got his hand down his pants then?”
“Well, who got me that way, you little minx?” he demanded, his eyes still fixed on her cleavage. “And don’t even try to tell me you’re not feeling the same way. I can always tell when you’re gagging for it.”
“Oh, you can, can you?”
“Yeah. Your eyes get a little glassy and you start to breathe a little funny and your mouth curls up just a little bit and…”
She flashed him a look of mock-indignation but didn’t even bother to protest. “So, what if I am?”
“Then you can do it too. Although if I could reach through the Floo and touch you myself, I’d much rather.” It wasn’t as if he hadn’t spent most of his waking hours since she’d left thinking about doing just that. “Go on…please?
He saw her shift, heard the sound of her jeans unzipping, one of her hands disappearing southward. “Happy now?”
“Indeed. So, where was I?”
“I think you had me over your lap with my arse in the air…”
“Mmmm, right. For flashing your tits at Harry. So, I’d give you a nice bare bottomed spanking until your arse was nice and red…”
He could see her eyes growing wide in surprise. “Uh huh?”
“And then,” he considered for a moment, “I’d make you take off my trousers and suck me until I was nice and hard.”
When she took her free hand and began to lick and suck at her thumb, he groaned again, quickly fumbling with his own trousers, freeing his cock and grasping it in his hand. “Good girl,” he managed, beginning to move his hand up and down in slow, smooth strokes. “That’s my girl. Erm, then, before I could come, I’d have you turn around, get down on all fours and present your arse to me so I could cover it with kisses…”
She whimpered and mewled, eyes squeezed tight, biting at her lower lip. “Mmmm?” She rocked back and forth, clearly rubbing herself against her hand. He’d never seen such an enticing sight.
“And then, I’d touch you and make certain you were wet, love. Are you?” He could barely get the words out.
“Oh gods, yes. My knickers are s-soaking wet. Just for you.”
“Mmmmm.” Bill picked up the pace of his movements just a little, imagining what it would be like to be touching her warm, glistening pussy once again, his fingers slick with her juices, the musky scent of her body as he did. Not to mention the delectable little noises she’d make, just like the ones coming from her now. “Then I’d slide into you from behind, pressing against that lovely little arse, feeling how tight you were all around me.” He tightened his fist around his erection, now iron-hard. “And wrap my arms around your waist to hold you close—”
“And k-kiss my back?”
“Kissing all the way along your spine while I shag you hard, riding you…taking you until you’re begging me not to stop…” His breath hitched, his hips starting to buck in tandem with his fist.
“Don’t stop…don’t stop,” she breathed, her breasts heaving as she bounced up and down in the flames. “Bill, love, I…oooooh…” Her words broke off into a guttural cry, cutting into him like a knife, causing him to fist his cock even harder.
“Won’t stop shagging you or holding you or touching you…” he managed, gulping and gasping for air, “can’t stop…not until you come…you gonna come for me, love?”
“Uh huh. S-so close, Bill,” Tonks whimpered, “so so close…”
The thought of her climaxing for him ran straight through him; he barely managed to contain his own excitement, not wanting to let himself go until she’d found release herself. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me, nice and loud.”
That elicited another intense cry from her, and then she was throwing her head back, keening his name, shuddering and convulsing in place.
Bill longed to put his arms around her, to feel her coming undone in his arms, kissing her until she stilled completely. The thought of it was unbearable. The sweet sounds she was making caused him to lose all control as he pumped his engorged cock, the climax tearing through him, coming in hot spurts all over his fingers and his lap. “Tonks, oh Merlin, Tonks…
“Bill, I love you,” Tonks rasped, hugging herself. She was flushed and disoriented and she’d never looked more beautiful to him; Bill could feel a lump growing in his throat, missing her more than ever.
“L-love you too,” he said through clenched teeth, trying desperately to catch his breath.
“That was…” She blinked and sighed. “Fan-bloody-tastic.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face, looking concerned. “You alright, love?”
Bill nodded, wiping his sticky hands on a corner of his robe. He’d worry about cleansing charms later. “Yeah. It was
fantastic. So are you.”
“But, not nearly as nice as the real thing?” He thought he saw Tonks blinking back tears, despite the beatific smile on her face.
“Not on your life.”
“I’ll be home soon, I promise. As soon as we…” She stopped, looking startled. “Oh, bugger, I think Harry’s back. I’ve got to go. I love you!” Before he could even respond in kind, she’d disappeared from view, leaving Bill kneeling in front of an empty smouldering fireplace, his trousers bunched around his knees.
With a sigh, he pushed himself up off the cold stone floor and got to his feet, tidying himself up in the process. Returning to the seemingly insurmountable pile of parchment still sitting on the desk, undisturbed, Bill sunk into his chair, burying his face in his hands and rubbed at his temples, the thought of never ending days of quill-pushing and never ending nights on his own making his head ache.
He caught a sudden streak of silver out of the corner of his eye. A large wolf-like dog (or was it a dog-like wolf? Bill could never really tell.), spectral and pearlescent, was sitting by his feet, looking at him expectantly. “Harry’s pinpointed the bastard,” it said in Tonks’s lilting voice. “So, looks like two, three days more, tops. Then I’m coming home, Head Boy. You’d better get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” The Patronus raised itself on its hind legs, tongue lolling, and licked from his knee to his thigh before dissipating like early morning fog, leaving Bill grinning like a jack o’lantern. He could manage a few more days of endless work…and then, he was putting in for a very long holiday.