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<b>Title:</b> Easy to Love
<b>Author:</b> Envinyatar (aka <lj user=envinyatar15>)
<b>Pairings:</b> Bill/Tonks, Bill/Tonks/Charlie (and a background of unrequited Charlie/Tonks)
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17
<b>Highlight for Warnings:</b> *<span style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #FFFFFF">one minor incestuous happening</span>*
<b>Canon-compliance:</b> AU insofar that it ignores a few canon relationships
<b>Word Count:</b> 7,842
<b>Summary:</b> When it comes to Tonks, Bill Weasley has never been able to resist. Loving her is simply too easy.

<b>Notes:</b> Here, have the officially last fic by me for 2008! Written for <lj user=ragdoll>, because. The plotbunny jumped at me when I looked at the prompts post for <a href=http://envinyatar15.insanejournal.com/103708.html>Dezemberträume '08</a>, even though I said I'd abandon the project for this year. <lj user=ragdoll>'s prompt was: <i>Bill/Tonks or Bill/Tonks/Charlie, December will be magic again</i>. I'd originally promised fic of 1-2k. With unbelieving eyes, I watched this grow out of proportions - but writing this was so much fun! Methinks I like this pairing quite a lot. Besides, nnngh, <i>Bill</i>. The lovely <lj user=iamisaac> beta'd this. I promise all remaining suckitude is all my fault :) Title supplied by Muse's "Bliss".

For <a href=http://challenge-the.livejournal.com>challenge_the</a>: #160 afraid.


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Bill Weasley, Head Boy of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, has, he confesses, one big flaw: he cannot resist one Nymphadora Tonks. Her laughter is carefree, making her eyes sparkle, and the moment when he was sixteen and noticed how <i>beautiful</i> she looked like that, her hair changing from bright pink to rainbow-coloured, he knew he was doomed.

He doesn't like to think about how he doesn't have a chance with her. He's fairly good at ignoring his feelings; he is good-looking, intelligent and unassuming, with a sense of humour, a combination which appeals to many girls. Sometimes though, when Tonks sparkles in her amusement, he just can't help himself; he drifts off into watching her. Today he blames the History of Magic test he needs to study for: the subject might be interesting, but the mere connection to Binns's incessant droning on and on makes Bill unable to concentrate on the Statute of Secrecy and how it came about. Instead he finds his head filled with thoughts he does his best to ignore the rest of the time.

"Here you are!" a voice squeals from behind. Before Bill can turn around to see who it is (not that he'd need to), he's hugged to within an inch of his life from behind. Strong arms encircle his chest, and as the person lays her chin on his shoulder, wild, unruly violet hair obscures half of Bill's vision, tickling his cheek. His own hands come up to clasp hers around his chest, keeping her in place for a moment as he tries to calm his fluttering heart. He's glad she can't see his eyes right now, because he's sure they would reveal everything he doesn't want her to know. He closes them, just to make sure.

"Should've known you'd be in the Library," Tonks continues, teasing grin in her voice as she speaks so close to his ear that Bill barely manages to supress a shudder. He can feel her breath against his skin. "Studying again, hmm? Don't you think you've done enough of that?" One of Tonks's hands frees itself from his grasp and turns the pages of the book. Bill pulls himself together, straightens up. "Ugh, History of Magic. I forgot you like to punish yourself."

"It's not so bad."

"Yeah, well, it's one method to catch up on sleep, I suppose." Tonks moves to step back from him. Bill turns in his chair to watch her straighten up. Her hair looks ridiculous; it's all over the place, charmed to stand upright, with a big mop in the front. <i>That</i> violently purple lock had been tickling him. She's also wearing a bright orange, looose sweater, and decidedly not matching bright red, tight trousers. Bill swallows and tears his eyes away from where they're following curves they shouldn't follow. She catches his look and answers with an amused smile, one eyebrow cocked high. She indulges him way too much. "You like my new style?"

Bill feels his own lips twitch, wanting to curve up into a smirk. Instead of giving in though, he rolls his eyes at her and turns back to his book. "It's no different from the one before. Still ugly."

The indignant gasp escaping Tonks almost makes Bill turn back and laugh in her face, but he keeps it in, instead grinning at his book - which is surely a more positive response than this particular library book has received in a long time. "You!" Tonks says. "You! Weasley!" Bill can hear the thunder in her voice, but it doesn't worry him much. He knows how far he can go with her, and even though she's close to the point where she'll storm away - she's impulsive like that - he wants another second of this. He <i>likes</i> Tonks this way, when she's all stomping her foot, pressing for the reaction she was initially going for.

Lazily Bill turns around to face her again, his face an almost perfect neutral mask. "What, Charlie tell you any different?" He raises one eyebrow at her, imitates his little brother as best he can.

For a moment it actually looks like there's steam coming out of her ears as her eyes slash at him. Bill is perfectly aware he's close to getting into real trouble now. Her eyes are narrowed as she takes a step closer to him, and Bill does his best not to shrink back from her. She can do intimidation quite well, for someone who looks like - well, like she does. "Did he talk to you about me?" Another step as Bill doesn't answer, her lips pursed, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Bill Weasley? Did Charlie talk to you?"

"No?" Bill gives up the pretense and presses himself against the back of his chair. "He didn't. You know I'd tell you." There is a pleading quality to his voice now, Bill realises that, but Tonks keeps coming closer, and that's the only thing he knows might work on her now. Maybe he shouldn't have brought Charlie into the conversation. Clearly it wasn't the best idea he's had, but when he's around her he just can't help himself, words come out of his mouth, whether he intends them to or not. "Tonks. C'mon, I was just joking. You look beautiful, all right? A little on the funny side, but you look great like this, yeah?"

Tonks remains the way she is for another moment, studying Bill intensely, who does his best not to flush under her scrutiny. Luckily what she sees seems to satisfy her, for then she sighs, and her posture deflates. Moving another step forward, she collapses onto Bill's lap and curls up against his chest. Bill feels like his heart is trying to escape his chest, too much adrenaline running through his veins. Carefully he lets his arms envelop her, tugging her up so he can kiss her temple.

"He's going out with some fifth-year Ravenclaw," Tonks admits, and Bill's heart falls with her. For her. "He's gonna fuck her and dump her and tell me all about it, because I'm his <i>best friend</i>. Can you believe that? I'm right in front of his nose, dropping signs for <i>years</i> now, and he just won't see me."

Bill knows exactly how she feels, because for him it's no different: he is right in front of her nose, but he is also her best friend. She just doesn't see him for all the love she's been harbouring for his little brother for years. So Bill does all he can: he listens to her as she pours her heart out to him, appreciating that he can at least be this close to her.

Weasleys don't do self-protection very well, after all.

*~*~*

The year flies by. Bill doesn't say anything; keeps trying not to watch Tonks as she pines after Charlie, who doesn't notice her, and hangs out with the two of them as always: trying not to make what he feels obvious. They have a careful balance that relies on no-one realising, and Bill wants desperately not to upset this balance. The two of them are the most important people in his life; he can't stand to lose them. In all their flimsiness, they are his constants.

Their goodbye, after Bill's graduation, is intense. Charlie's eyes bore into his as they embrace (quickly, very manly, of course) - they are family, but with Bill leaving Hogwarts, everything will change. Tonks presses herself against him, hugging him until it seems she never wants to let him go. Bill savours the moment and thinks it's for the best he's leaving. He knows he has to - has been trying to - put Tonks out of his head so he can move on.

Saying goodbye isn't any easier for that.

*~*~*

After Bill gets his appointment in Egypt, they start to drift apart. They write to each other, first regularly as Tonks still attends school, later with longer periods between letters; even later just as an occasional thing. Their connection is still there, deep and shining, but as time and distance are wont to do, the urgent sense of need for the other person to be there wanes. Bill stops thinking about her so much as his job swamps him. The combination of constant concentration and heat wears him out so he just collapses into bed at night, not thinking of much before welcome sleep envelops him. There is the occasional girl, sure, some that he feels affection for, but nothing more comes out of it.

Something is always missing.

Bill is there when the war starts, that summer before the Triwizard Tournament. Two years later he transfers to London to take part in the fight. He feels it's his duty, something he needs to do. He feels responsible for all these faceless children that might lose their parents, siblings, or friends. He applies for a London position, though he doesn't know if it'll get through - the Goblins are protective of letting wizards into the wheel that keeps Gringotts running. He must have impressed his bosses, though, for the letter he receives is practically a welcome with open arms. As much of a warm welcome that Goblins are capable of, anyway.

The first person he thinks to write to on the occasion is his brother Charlie; there is still the same closeness between them as there has always been. The second person Bill writes to is Tonks. A sudden desire to have her back in his life to the extent she used to be flares up, in one heated moment destroying all the careful <i>not thinking about her</i> Bill had worked on.

Only then does he tell the rest of the family.

The letter he receives from her is quickly-penned, joyous, but still apprehensive. Maybe it's the war taking its toll, maybe it's the time and distance between them; Bill doesn't know. He only knows he can't wait to see her again, to talk to her, to laugh with her.

*~*~*

The long-distance apparition takes its toll on Bill. He barely has time to greet his family at the Burrow, completely knackered already, before they all go to Grimmauld Place for the first Order meeting Bill will attend. Once there, he immediately starts scanning the crowd that has already assembled, but no luck: Tonks isn't there yet. Instead he's greeted joyously by everyone and their mother. Even Snape nods to him, a gesture Bill returns with a small, genuine smile, surprised. It's true, he could never appreciate the horror stories his younger siblings have been telling, for he has never known Snape to be cruel; firm and untolerating of stupidity, yes, but Bill has never witnessed this pure hatred Ron always claims that Snape has for everyone not in Slytherin.

Dumbledore arrives, and the Order meeting begins. Still no Tonks. Bill doesn't allow himself to feel disappointed, forcing himself to fully concentrate on the happenings.

A few moments into Dumbledore's welcome speech, the door to the room opens, and Moody marches in, Tonks in tow. Bill's eyes snap to her, studying the changes in her appearance since they've last seen each other too many years back. She looks as tired as he feels, her hair (a pale green) in disarray and her robes torn. Despite this, Bill can immediately feel the air of vibrant energy that always surrounds her. When she settles down, their eyes meet across the room and she smiles brightly.

Bill feels himself starting to fall all over again.

So much for moving on, Bill thinks, and smiles back at her.

He moves to talk to her after the meeting, but she interrupts him before he can ask her about how she's been.

"Let's get outta here, yeah?" Her smile is irresistible, so Bill finds himself nodding yes.

Comfort (and maybe a tiny bit of alcohol) draws them together that night. It's as easy as everything about her has always been for Bill. She just leans in, a little tipsy but not drunk enough not to know what she's doing. She kisses him on the lips. Then she draws back to gauge his reaction. Bill doesn't move, but <i>something</i> must have given him away, for she smiles a small, intimate smile, then leans in again.

They Apparate to her flat. Bill undresses her slowly, appreciating every inch of skin he reveals, and then, because she gets impatient and he can't wait any longer either (has been waiting for way too long), he shags her, fucking her into the mattress until neither of them remembers their own name.

*~*~*

"Wanna get together tomorrow night?" Tonks asks him through the Floo a week later. Her expression makes clear what she wants.

Bill, however, is hesitant. "Tonks -"

"C'mon, Bill, we were great together, weren't we? So why shouldn't we do this again?"

<i>Because I need more than this</i>, Bill would like to say, but it's the one thing he's promised himself not to mention, ever. And because he can't say no to her, he agrees to meet her. Stupid, he thinks to himself, but better than nothing.

*~*~*

Tonks keeps coming back. Frantic fucking is followed by slow, sensual sex.

Still Bill hesitates, because he doesn't know what she thinks of this. He feels like he's going to burst, the swell of emotions he's keeping inside desperate to get out after so many years. Tonks, he is sure, suspects something is up, but she doesn't pressure him into telling her. She's become a little quieter than she used to be, he discovers - she's still Tonks, still up for laying seriousness aside, but she's become more watchful around people she doesn't know; respects privacy a little more than she used to. Bill feels their dynamic hasn't changed so much as they've aligned more clearly, fitting in ways he didn't know were missing before.

One warm night in early September, Tonks finally snuggles up to him and murmurs to him that <i>yes, maybe there's more to this</i>, before kissing him with laughter in her eyes as he stares at her, speechlessly.

Loving her is so easy, he can't not do it.

*~*~*

Three months later, the season of love is upon them. Tonks looks beautiful in the snow. Her hair is a bright, flaming red, her robes a stark green, and she looks like a Christmas present Bill needs to unpack. He wishes he could, at that moment, but Charlie is due to arrive at the Apparition point around the corner of their flat any minute now. His little brother is staying at Bill's flat - the one that is Tonks's in all but name - over the holidays so the Burrow won't be as crowded.

He carefully avoids thinking about how Tonks used to be in love with Charlie. It's one of those things he really, really shouldn't think about. But before Charlie is there, he still has Tonks to himself, so there's a number of things he feels compelled to do. Sadly, only one of them is practical out here on the street.

He pulls Tonks in for a quick, intense kiss that makes her eyes sparkle mischievously at him as she keeps close, her hips pressing a little too close not to prompt a physical response from him. Her love to play with him will be the death of him, Bill is sure of that, even as he lets his hand wander to her waist to pull her back in. He invades her mouth, is met on equal ground by her. It's one of those things he loves about her: she is entirely her own woman, stubborn and temperamental and in control of whatever she does.

As he lets his hand trail south from her waist, over the swell of her ass, the sudden crack! announcing Charlie's appearance startles them apart. Bill jumps away from Tonks, breaking their kiss, and immediately looks over at his brother with a glare.

"Don't stop on my account," Charlie says, amused smirk crossing his features. His gaze shifts from Bill to Tonks and down her body, stopping, Bill knows, at her hip, where Bill's hand still lingers. "I can wait."

"Wouldn't you like that," Tonks says, grinning. She walks up to him and throws herself in Charlie's arms, hugging him until to Bill it seems they're never going to step apart again. The hand that fell away from around her waist hangs limply at his side.

The sudden clench of jealousy he's feeling is unwelcome. He thought he was good at ignoring that.

He forces himself to calm down and not see things that <i>surely</i> aren't there. Tonks's crush on Charlie of old <i>surely</i> poses no problem any longer. "You don't have a proper greeting for your big brother? No need to keep touching my girlfriend." There's the faintest possible emphasis on the last word that makes Tonks tense a little and shoot him an incredulous look. Bill forces himself to laugh easily, but he can't keep his eyes off the intimate embrace that is now ending in front of him. Charlie takes his arms from around Tonks, turning to Bill with one of those lazy smirks Charlie so carefully cultivated in his younger days.

"You know me, never can keep my hands off the pretty girls," Charlie says, winking at Tonks, who blushes and smirks back, and then Charlie steps forward to hug Bill, squeezing him tight. "Glad to see you, bro."

Bill relaxes a little, feels like he can breathe more easily. "Yeah, you too."

As Charlie steps back again, one hand lingering on Bill's shoulder, he looks up at Bill with an appraising look in his eyes. "I see we have a lot of catching up to do. Haven't told me about the interesting developments in your life, have you?"

"Well," Bill says, feeling a smile playing around his lips, "it's not like we've told anyone else anything, for that matter."

Charlie glances at Tonks, then back at Bill, incredulous. "How can you want to hide that gorgeous woman?"

"When's the last time you introduced <i>me</i> to a gorgeous woman of yours?"

"Here's the difference: I've had many gorgeous women, never a single gorgeous woman. Haven't met one yet I'm serious about. I promise you'll be the first to know, Billie-boy."

Bill rolls his eyes at the nickname - he never played the big brother role seriously enough to Charlie, it seems - and opens his mouth to reply, but someone else is quicker than him.

"Guys, I don't want to interrupt, but can you two do that brother-thing later? It's <i>freezing</i>."

Bill looks at Tonks, who is shivering, and opens his arms to her. Charlie, though, doesn't seem to feel quite so merciful, for he's laughing at her. "For Merlin's sake, woman, you're a witch."

"Doesn't mean I should go around and do magic all the time," Tonks murmurs into Bill's chest. It warms him from the inside.

"That new Auror policy?"

"Something like it," Tonks smirks. She looks up at Bill then, her eyes smouldering, and the rest of the jealousy he's feeling is instantly replaced by another kind of heat entirely.

*~*~*

The latent flirting that occurs over dinner and after gives new reason to jealousy, however. The nagging feeling is quiet, but insistent. Bill tries to ignore it.

He fucks her into the mattress that night, taking her from behind as Charlie is going to sleep in the next room. He knows her buttons, makes sure she isn't quiet at all as he thrusts into her. The second round she's riding him, slow and grinding and incredibly teasing as she arches her back, cat-like, above him.

They are out of breath and sweaty afterwards, satisfaction mingling in their bodies. "Where'd that come from?" Tonks asks, one eyebrow raised as she props herself up on one elbow to gaze down at him.

"Oh," Bill says, "didn't you know I'm a bit of an exhibitionist?"

So maybe the nagging feeling hadn't been that quiet after all.

"Really."

"Yes. Didn't Charlie chastise me for hiding you?" He traces his hand along her arm, down her thigh. Then he leans in, licking at the shell of her ear. "You're mine, you know," he whispers, moves on to kissbitelick down her neck. He begins to suck at a spot he particularly likes; one that would, incidentally, be visible over the collar of her shirts. She squirms as the skin bruises, her strong fingers spanning around his wrist and her fingernails digging into his skin. He makes sure the mark's colour will be livid, then soothes her skin with his tongue before he captures her lips in a demanding kiss.

He knows he has just challenged her to give as good as she got.

*~*~*

The next day, the flirting between Charlie and Tonks continues unabashedly. There's a lot of smiling and laughing and eye contact and casual touching going on, all of which Bill catalogues carefully. Charlie jokes about the hickey on Tonks and Bill's necks, making her laugh and slap away his hand as he begins to trace the mark on her skin with the tip of a finger. Bill's jealousy, caused by his knowledge about emotions he thought Tonks had long since left behind, flares up to new levels. He clenches his teeth and his fists in an attempt to control himself, remain where he is. It's a difficult task, but he manages. No-one can say he doesn't have self-control. The fierceness of his feelings catch him by surprise, though: he never thought he was a particularly jealous man - a little on the possessive side, yes, but he was never insecure in his knowledge of his partner's desire.

Now though, now things are different. He has never cared about a woman as much as he does about Tonks.

*~*~*

Three days into Charlie's visit, another two until he's going to return to Romania, and Bill has had enough. Charlie flirting with Tonks hasn't stopped; they continued at the Burrow, under the noses of all their family. Charlie has always loved teasing Bill, but this is taking it too far. Anger is swirling in his veins, suppressed, but noticeable - Bill has a hard time trying not to snap at Charlie at every occasion. The same goes for Tonks.

The end of the get-together can't come fast enough for him, and when they Apparate home he finally feels like he can take a deep breath, trying to let go of some of the tension.

"Merry Christmas," she whispers against his mouth once they've returned to the flat. "I have something for you. Care to retire?"

Bill looks at her, feeling the cutting undercurrent of possessiveness grow stronger. He nods curtly, then turns to Charlie. "We're going to bed," he announces; hears the chuckle Charlie gives, but instead of reacting to it he marches in the direction of their bedroom.

When Tonks enters after him, Bill is on her immediately, kissing her roughly as the door swings shut. "Want you," he says, pushing her back against the door. He starts to nibble at her collarbone, biting his way up to her earlobe. Tonks archs against him, her hands roaming his back, the swell of his ass, before one hand sneaks between them and cups him through the material of his trousers. Bill moans under his breath as a shiver runs up his spine, then he's kissing her as if his life depended on it: she is his lifeline. She is what counts.

Tonks knows exactly what to do to rile him up. She hooks one leg around him, pressing her crotch up against his erection and her breasts against his chest. "C'mon," she whispers against his mouth. "You know you want to." Their kisses are broken and wet; teeth against teeth, tongues dancing in the air as they move against one another, rubbing, panting. A single candle lights the room, but it's more than enough to allow them to maneuver.

When Tonks momentarily pulls back to catch her breath, however, the truth about the situation hits home. Bills stops the movement of his hips, feeling the anger inside spark, and he tenses against her. But before Tonks can remark on the change of atmosphere he spins them around, pushing her down on the bed.

Mere moments later, Bill has her on her back, his body half-covering her as intense, possessive desire spurs him forward, more, now. He begins to tear at her clothes, careless in his need to get them off her. He wants to be able to touch her, see her. Tonks catches on quickly, though, and a flick of her wand later, they lie naked, skin to skin. She moans appreciatively, bucking up into him. His cock, hard and straining, is pressed against her thigh, but Bill won't let himself be distracted any more. He kisses her, hard, as his hand trails south over her stomach, and then further down until he circles her clit. He begins to bite his way back to her ear as she moves against him; first one of his fingers, then a second slips into her, quickly bringing her to the edge. Bill adores her like this: hair wildly changing as she thrashes against him in abandonment. He watches the unmistakable flush of her skin, the glistening of sweat on her skin.

His anger, he realises, maybe doesn't come so much from jealousy as from sadness over the fact that after all this time, Tonks still wants Charlie more than she wants him. It hurts, intensely, like his heart is being ripped out all over again, in one go and not bit by bit as it happened all those years ago. The movement of his hand stills momentarily as it dawns on him that he will lose her, but before she'll open her eyes to see what's wrong, he resumes his ministrations. If anything, he'll go out with a bang.

Heaviness settles in him, replacing the fury.

She pushes against his hand, moaning, demanding more, which Bill gives to her. He brings her off like this: his eyes on her, every sense fixed on her to memorise this moment. He watches her lick his fingers clean after, which sends desire to pool in his belly. He knows her talent with her tongue and would give much to have it on him, right now. She must be reading his thoughts, for with a look, she offers to return the favour, but Bill can only shake his head. No, not like this.

Tonks, of course, realises instantly that something is off. She straightens up against the headboard of their bed, eyes fixing on his. Her brow is furrowed in concern. "What's up?"

Bill smiles weakly in response, trying to will down his erection. It's too late to make it go away, however. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse, raw emotion he wants to swallow down, but can't. "It's okay, you know? You can tell me."

Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "What's okay?"

"It's always been about Charlie for you, hasn't it? I mean, I know he's always – you've always wanted him, haven't you." There is no question in his mind as to the answer. He looks down at his lap briefly, collecting himself. "It's okay. I shouldn't have expected it to be any different."

"What?" Her eyes are wide and unreadable in the room's flickering candlelight.

Bill turns away from her and gets up from the bed, walking over to where the single candle is flickering. He watches its flame, bending, unbending. The line of his back must appear tense; all his muscles are ready to leap, but he forces himself to remain calm.

"Bill."

"You want him. I've seen you <i>look</i>. I've seen how you touch him, how you laugh at him." Bill's voice is deep and flat, as it always becomes when he is upset and teetering on the edge of control. Silence follows his words, heavy and final. His shoulders fall, his hands clench tightly so he'll keep himself from turning around to beg her to stay.

But then strong arms encircle him from behind, and a gentle kiss is pressed into his shoulderblade. "Don't be silly," Tonks says softly, right into his skin. She prompts him to turn around, her hands on his skin coaxing, steadying. Shadows flicker over her skin, and Bill swallows heavily. "There is something there," Tonks says into the silence, causing Bill's eyes to snap to hers. He can feel a but coming there somewhere, though he isn't sure if he's dreading it or looking forward to it. "There is, I won't lie about that. This tension has been there for a long time. You know that. But – Bill, I love <i>you</i>, and I want to stay with <i>you</i> more than I want to shag <i>him</i>. I'm here, aren't I?"

Bill holds his breath for a moment, taking in her answer. He studies her, the strength in her posture. "I don't know if I can trust that."

"Do you think he could ever give me what you give me? Can you honestly say Charlie won't just shag me and then go on with the next pretty body coming his way, telling me how it's been great fun? Do you think that's what I want still? That I haven't grown up a little?"

Bill studies her for another moment. He tries to remember the girl he knew, but all he can see is the woman she's grown into.

"Charlie is – Charlie, "Tonks continues as he doesn't say anything. "He likes to flirt. He doesn't mean anything by it. He adores you, Bill. He'd never try to take me away from you. He's just teasing. And besides, shagging him is <i>not</i> what I want if it means I'm ging to lose you."

He allows himself to exhale.

"C'mon," Tonks whispers then, taking his hand and forcing him to follow her back to bed. "Let's go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

*~*~*

Bill goes off by himself for the day. He doesn't feel like being around either his brother or his girlfriend for the moment. He doesn't know if he can believe her or not. He wants to, but - he doesn't want her to deny herself what she's been waiting for for so long. She might have a chance with Charlie now, if that's what she wants. God knows Charlie wouldn't go for it, but Bill would be prepared to give them their blessing.

Except she said she doesn't want to be with Charlie, she wants to be with <i>him</i>, Bill.

He returns home, no closer to a solution to the problem than he had been that morning, when he left. The flat is dark, but there is light still on in the bedroom. Bill walks in, unsure what to say.

Tonks is lying on the bed, reading. She puts aside the book and turns to him when he enters. Neither says anything; Bill's hand still lingers on the doorknob as he hovers on the threshold to the room.

Finally Tonks gets up and walks up to him. "Do you trust me?" she asks him the next night, her eyes intense and unreadable.

Momentarily hesitating, a myriad of thoughts flit through Bill's mind. He is sure this is the moment to decide it: it feels eerily like when he opened one of the secret chambers of the Great Pyramid of Giza, not knowing what would be inside. The <i>I don't know</i> sits at the tip of his tongue, but that wouldn't be him. He needs to know. In the end, the answer is easy: "<i>Yes</i>."

Tonks nods, Banishing their clothing. Bill gapes at her; so this is all? This is how she wants to resolve this issue?

She smiles at him, like she's sensing his thoughts. They are probably not exactly difficult to decipher, for Bill guesses they're written all across his face. Then she opens the door leading to the living-room. She takes him by the hand, forcing him to follow along. Bill goes with it.

Resistence is, as always, futile.

Her way, it turns out, brings the two of them, stark naked, to the door of their guest bedroom, at which Tonks knocks decisively. Bill doesn't have time to panic at her plan before the door opens, revealing a bare chest and hipbones barely hidden by low-riding pajama pants. "What?" a sleep-muzzled Charlie asks.

Bill can see the shock register on his brother's face as he takes in their appearances. He's blinking owlishly. A moment later his features smooth out, leaving nothing but the universal lazy smirk behind. "Should I pinch myself?"

"No," Tonks shakes her head. Bill can see a smirk spreading across her features from the side. "We'd hoped you could... help us with something, you might want to say."

Still that damned eyebrow remains raised, and Bill mentally curses himself for - for what? Surely not for trusting Tonks. For being jealous and insecure in the first place, maybe, especially since the latter is so unlike him.

Then again, Charlie's visit has been like salt in a wound that had barely begun to heal.

"What's that?" Charlie asks, curiosity colouring his voice. Bill shoots him an annoyed glance.

"Well," Tonks starts, "Bill here thinks I've got unresolved issues with you, and maybe that's right, hence the dilemma. I've got to get them out of the way so he'll stop second-guessing us and trust me again. See where this is going?"

Charlie cocks his head to the side, considering. Bill holds his breath - hoping for a negative answer, hoping for a positive one, he isn't sure.

"Do I need to tell you I never tried anything with her back in school because I knew how hung up on her you were? I mean," Charlie adds, running an appraising look up and down Tonks's body, "she's definitely hot, but we wouldn't be good together."

Tonks turns to Bill, surprise in her voice. "You've wanted me since we were in <i>school</i>?"

"Thanks, man," Bill says to Charlie, glaring at his little brother.

Then, with an eyeroll to Bill, she adds to Charlie: "And I agree. Can we get on with this now, please?"

"Sure enough. Come on in."

Bill exhales, but the tension doesn't leave him. Charlie steps away from the door to motion them through, smirking eyes set on Bill, his <i>brother</i> for fuck's sake, as Tonks steps through, tugging a reluctant Bill with her over the threshold.

The door to the room slams shut behind them, cutting them off from the world outside.

Bill takes a deep breath. If this is how it must be, then so be it. Far be it from him to back off from something that needs to be done.

*~*~*

Tonks is in the middle, with the brothers framing her on both sides. Presently she's lying on her side and kissing Charlie as Bill is caressing her side, trailing south over her stomach to her curls. They're blue, just like her hair, Tonks's aroused colour, so Bill figures maybe <i>this</i> is going to help things after all. He rubs her clit, making Tonks groan into the kiss with Charlie. She pushes her hips against Bill's hand, demanding more, which makes Bill chuckle nervously and Charlie break away from the kiss. His brother is panting, his forehead sweaty, and he looks at Tonks with amusement.

"You always this pushy?"

Bill decides to use that moment to slip two fingers into her, and she groans, her eyes closing, before she can answer. Bill does it for her.

"Pretty much."

Charlie's eyes cut to him, darkened by desire, and Bill has to swallow. He never thought he'd see his brother in this situation, ever. A queasy feeling spreads through him as he keeps looking for just one moment too long.

"God, <i>Bill</i>. C'mon, don't tease around -"

Bill looks hastily down at Tonks, feels an intense smile spread over his features as he takes her in. The locks of her hair fan over the orange pillow, lips parted and her nostrils flared. Bill lets one finger of his free hand trail over her collarbone, down to her breast to circle around a nipple.

"Want me to fuck you?" he asks when she sighs, straining upward to get him to touch more. Then he shoots Charlie another quick glance. "Not him?"

"No," Tonks breathes. "Want you in me. Only you." There's a pause then, and Tonks opens her eyes to look at him. "Want you to kiss <i>him</i>, though. Think it might do you some good for not trusting me."

Bill freezes, stills his fingers inside her. "<i>No.</i>"

Quiet laughter starts to Bill's left, and he shifts to glare at his brother. Charlie is wheezing, trying to keep his amusement down, but apparently he doesn't manage, for he opens his mouth to speak, then has to close it again as he breaks into laughter again.

"This isn't funny," Bill says to Charlie. Then, pulling his fingers out of her, to Tonks: "I've no idea what's gotten into you -" Her face falls, but before Bill can continue, Charlie cuts in.

"C'mon, don't you think she's got a point? I wouldn't have made a pass on her because of how you look at her, you know, and no woman can look at you like that and want to be with someone else. I swear, big brother, you're pretty dense when it comes to women, aren't ya?" The smile is still present in his words, but there's more intent seriousness there than Bill has heard in a long time from him. "Besides, none of this will leave this room, I promise."

Bill looks over to Charlie, his movements stiff. "You're my <i>brother</i>."

Charlie hasn't lost any of his composure, just leans forward a little, smile still playing around his lips, glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down Bill's spine. "We both need to be punished a little, I think," he whispers, confidently. "I did rile you up pretty good despite everything, didn't I? It was great fun to watch you, I gotta tell you." Then he closes that last bit of distance lingering between them, pressing a quick, dry kiss against Bill's unresponsive mouth.

Bill just continues to gape as his brother draws back, nonchalantly turning to Tonks again, who stares back at them, her eyes darting between Charlie and himself, as if they've suddenly grown second heads. She breathes heavily, licks her lips while Bill is still dumbfounded.

"Change of plans," Tonks states then, all authority again. Her voice though is still rough, testament to her arousal. She reaches up to Charlie, her hand curling at the nape of his neck, and tugs him down to her. She starts kissing him again, not more than a momentary heating up before she's pushing him down to her chest, intent clear. Charlie goes willingly. His hand wraps around Bill's wrist, which Bill doesn't expect. He jumps lightly, his eyes locking with Charlie's. Damn that man and his composure. Fuck his smirk; Bill really begins to hate it with a passion. It makes anger grow in his gut, makes Bill wish he could wipe it off Charlie's face with a well-placed punch he's been meaning to throw for so many years, but always repressed. Sudden jealousy flares up to life again, something that until now has been lost in the wonder of what has been happening in this room.

Well, the feeling can't be quiet all night long. It has to be dealt with, and Bill's logic tells him, as he watches the two of them, that grasping at Charlie's short spiky hair with his wet fingers and pulling him in, away from his girlfriend, would be the brilliant thing to do. He crushes their mouths together, an action not fuelled by any passionate notion aside from the desire to dominate. Tonks is <i>his</i>; Charlie doesn't have any right to be there. Charlie though, he doesn't back down. He puts up a decent fight, his hand pushing into Bill's long hair in return and <i>tearing</i> at it. It makes Bill groan in pain, but he kisses the harder for it, teeth clanking, until he draws blood.

Only then, finally, does Charlie relent, gentling the kiss and his grip on Bill.

Bill lets it go on for another moment, assuring himself of victory as he tastes the blood he's drawn. Then he becomes aware of the breathy noises Tonks makes and stops what he's doing. His hands are still secure on Charlie, but his eyes bore into Tonks's as one of her hands plays with her nipple, circling it, pinching it, and her other she's pushing into herself, rubbing her clit as she's watching them.

"God, you're killing me, you know that?" she pants, groans then and arches her back off the bed. Bill knows the tension she must be feeling is spiking to a new level.

"I want to fuck you," is all Bill knows to say in response, because he feels the burning need to be inside her when she comes, shuddering around him as he empties himself inside her. He's driving on emotion now, logic laid aside. It's like his brother said: nothing will leave this room, so decorum doesn't matter for the time being.

"Yes," Tonks agrees. She spreads her legs invitingly, and Bill finally lets go his hold on Charlie. He crawls forward, between her legs and further, stopping to tease her for a moment as he buries his nose in her curls, his tongue lapping at her folds. Charlie's making a choked sound behind them, and Bill knows without a doubt he must have his hand wrapped around himself, probably slowly jerking himself as he watches them. The thought bothers Bill less than he thought it would. He crawls on, positioning himself above Tonks, bending down to kiss her deeply, claiming her. She bucks up into him then, demanding, which makes Bill chuckle deep in his throat. He makes eye contact with her, and then - then he's pushing forward slowly, teasing her entrance. Tonks moans against him, her eyes blazing.

"<i>Bill</i>," she says.

Bill thrusts forward and sheathes himself fully inside her.

"Fuck," Charlie breathes behind them before he too crawls up the bed, lying down beside them. Out of the corner of his eyes Bill can see him stroking himself, slowly, teasingly, as he watches the two of them in return. "Go, Bill. Wanna see what you do to her."

After that, the only sounds in the room are pants, low groans, slick skin sliding against slick skin. Bill's pace is powerful and slow, letting Tonks feel every inch as he pushes inside. He moans at the feeling of her taking him in, stretching around him; leans down to delve his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his thrusts.

A moment later, the power balance shifts as Tonks deftly rolls them around. Bill finds himself on his back, Tonks grinning down at him. "Didn't think you'd get to do what you want, did you?" Then she's moving again, riding him just as slowly as he had before. Now it's Bill who is straining for more, as his hands come up to her waist. Charlie beside them gets to his knees, perfectly moving into Bill's vision. One of his hands is wrapped around himself, roughly stroking up and down, as he leans forward and starts to tease Tonks's nipples with his teeth. Tonks arches her back as one of her hands comes up to Charlie's head, fingers threading through his short curls. She moans as Bill's brother suckles on her breasts, and she pushes down on Bill powerfully, her walls clenching around him. Bill moans, too, pushing up against her.

Their ride into oblivion is quick; the promise of release approaches quickly. Bill feels his balls draw up, the desire running through his veins sparking to a new height. Tonks's muscles flutter around his cock, and he knows she doesn't need much to get pushed over the edge. His hands trail to her hips, and he thrusts up into her sharply.

"Yours," Tonks breathes; Charlie groans and breaks away from her, asserts "She's yours;" and that's all Bill needs to have the beginning of his orgasm curl tightly in his gut.

"Mine," he breathes. Tonks comes apart with a sigh around him, pulling Bill along with her. She throws her head back, bright orange hair framing her face as they tremble against each other. Her thighs keep quivering against his waist as she collapses against him, panting.

"Fuck," Charlie says beside them, a harsh sound that could break their twofold bliss, but the words don't register in Bill's brain, just grate by in passing.

When he comes down, he finds himself breathing heavily, but there's a contentment he's feeling now that wasn't there before. He breathes deeply, trying to regain a semblance of control, but he can feel Tonks's form on his skin. His cock is still nestled inside her. He smiles at the ceiling as his hold on her tightens, then he looks down and traces her features, first with his eyes, then with one finger, until she opens her eyes to him.

They are clear.

With a small smile, Bill bends forward to press a kiss to her forehead, mouthing "Love you" to her. Tonks smiles back at him, whispers "You too."

"God, if you need to talk," Charlie grumbles, "get out of this room. There are some people who want to enjoy their post-orgasmic bliss in peace."

Bill starts slightly as he shifts his eyes to stare at his brother, uncomprehending. Then he feels Tonks starting to shake against him, a breathless chuckle escaping her, and Bill is hit by the reality of their situation.

He begins to laugh along with her, quiet huffs of air as he slides out of Tonks and lets her roll off of him. With one last glance at his brother, who is shaking his head at them with a genuine smile curving around his mouth, he offers his <i><girlfriend</i> a hand up and leads her out of the room.

*~*~*

"Do you trust me <i>now</i> when I say it's all about you?" Tonks asks when they are back in their bed, tucked under the covers and snuggled together. Bill feels fucked out and tired. "I got Charlie out of my system."

"Mostly," Bill replies, pointedly. "I don't think you're going to stop the flirting, will you?"

"True," Tonks says, inclining her head slightly. Her eyes glint mischievously. "If it gets me jealous Weasleys."

Bill sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn't have an answer to her retort, but he has an answer to Tonks's earlier question. "Yeah," he says, "I trust you now."

Nothing else needs to be said. It's still true: Bill Weasley can't resist Nymphadora Tonks. The difference, however, is that now he has all he has ever wanted.
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