|femexchange_mod (femexchange_mod) wrote in fem_exchange,|
@ 2009-01-10 02:17:00
|Entry tags:||nc-17, tonks/fleur|
Happy holidays, sparkysoar! (Tonks/Fleur)
Title: Saving Face
Summary: Faced with a hostile partner, Tonks tries to keep her grace under pressure.
Warning(s): Explicit female/female sex, oral, PWP
Note: Happy Christmas sparkysoar! This story is just a tiny piece of the huge idea I originally had for your assignment, and I hope to write a full, chaptered story once reveals go up. So much thanks for the inspiration, and I hope you enjoy! Thanks, as always, to my beta S.
Blonde. Silvery blonde.
Tonks stared hard into the mirror.
The eyes… are they grey? No… blue.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, screwing up her face in concentration.
Oh yes, can't forget the teeth. Perfect. White. Even. Blecch.
And slowly her reflection changed, melting away the features she called her own, until a dazzling beauty queen gazed back at her through thick, fluttering lashes.
"Oh, gag me," Tonks grumbled at herself. She hated this look. Her beloved individuality, forced away just so she could look like someone else. She already missed her pink hair. "Kingley's due a good punch in the gob after this mess."
With a sigh, she took a step back from the mirror, nearly tripping over the collection of scattered hangers and discarded cloths that layered the floor. It had taken her a while to find something suitable to wear. 'Suitable,' of course, meaning something that wasn't pink, overly tight, or frilly. For a part Veela, Fleur certainly had questionable taste in clothing.
Tonks frowned at herself. Well, she did look like Fleur. However, the final test would be—
"Are you finished yet? We do not have forever, you know." The lilting voice was immediately accompanied by a whirlwind of flowery perfume as Fleur stormed into the room. As she caught sight of Tonks, she froze, her face impassive. "Oh."
Tonks waited impatiently as she was examined, Fleur's critical gaze combing every inch of her new doppelganger. "Well?" she said at last.
Fleur's petite little nose wrinkled ever so slightly. "It is not bad, I guess."
Resisting the urge to kick Fleur with one of her own ridiculous pointy-heeled shoes, Tonks replied, "Well, as long as it's not bad, then I guess I'm—"
"Of course, if Bill were here, this would not be necessary," Fleur announced.
Tonks's new, perfectly even white teeth gritted against each other. She was so sick of hearing about Bill Weasley. For two weeks, Fleur had done nothing but complain about having to work with Tonks, and how things would've been so much better if Bill were there. Tonks had endured it politely at first, but now she'd almost reached her breaking point. "Well, he's not here, is he, so I guess you're stuck with me," she snapped.
As if Tonks had not spoken, Fleur went on, "I told Mssr Shacklebolt that Bill would be better for this assignment. We have worked together before, and Bill is always willing to help the Order."
"Yes, but Bill's not an Auror." Tonks had no idea why she was bothering to explain, but she was annoyed now. Fleur was getting under her skin, and Tonks was fairly certain the obnoxious blonde knew it. "I've dealt with this sort of situation before, it's my job."
"Well, I do not think you can handle the pressure," Fleur shot back.
"What?" Tonks stared at the other woman in disbelief.
A hard, smug look had come into Fleur's face, and she circled Tonks like a bird of prey as she said, "I have seen it, when you are upset, or angry. You cannot hold your face."
Anger snapped through Tonks like a lit fuse. She felt her eyes narrow. "You think I can't control my metamorph ability?" she hissed.
"I think you cannot control your emotions," Fleur said coldly. They were face to face, only inches away from each other. Tonks could feel the tension that had been building for weeks, present now between them as fierce, crackling energy.
Through clenched teeth, Tonks ground out, "I think you don't know what you're talking about."
And suddenly, before Tonks could prepare herself, Fleur shoved her. There was surprising force behind the blonde's slender figure, and even if she hadn't been standing on platform heels, Tonks still would've been knocked back. She fell, catching herself hard against Fleur's large oak vanity. A perfume bottle shattered under her elbow and she hissed at the sudden pain.
"What the hell do you think you're— oww!"
Before Tonks could finish, Fleur had grabbed a handful of Tonks's hair and yanked hard. As Tonks reeled under the sudden assault, Fleur stood triumphantly over her. "See?" she crowed, "already you are failing." Her hand, still knotted in Tonks's hair, lifted the silvery blonde strands up to Tonks's gaze. The tips were turning ever so faintly pink.
"Get off me!" Tonks yelled, a mixture of rage and embarrassment welling up inside her.
"But that is not all that could happen." A strange look had come into Fleur's startling blue eyes, until Tonks felt frozen under their stare. Fleur was murmuring, almost to herself, "What if…"
Without warning, she kissed Tonks, hard. Her mouth, warm and faintly sweet, moved determinedly against Tonks's stunned lips, seeming to demand a response. It was almost without a choice that Tonks found herself kissing her back.
She grasped clumsily at Fleur, fingertips finding soft, supple flesh and gentle curves. Fleur's hair was a silver sheet of satin, gliding under Tonks's hands as she scrambled for leverage. She had no idea what she was doing, no clue what had brought this on, or what she was supposed to think. All she knew was that Fleur's mouth was surprisingly soft, and that one manicured hand was beginning to creep up the inside of Tonks's thigh.
One long, breathless moment passed, and the kiss was broken. Fleur leaned back, a pink flush high in her cheeks, her wide blue eyes fixed on Tonks's face. A question seemed to be sitting between them, an unspoken thought that had been growing through all their tension. It was something Tonks had been doggedly ignoring, certain that Fleur's dislike stemmed solely from the fact that she'd been forced together with Tonks against her choice. But now Tonks wondered…
Heart racing, mind reeling, Tonks made a decision.
Intently, she closed the gap between them, and claimed Fleur's mouth with her own.
Fleur needed no further prompting. She pressed herself against Tonks, her long slender body curling to fit as her hands slid down Tonks's sides. Her kisses were intoxicating, first gentle and exploring, now deep and urgent, until Tonks felt her head swirling. She dug her fingers into Fleur's back, causing a sudden low growl to escape from Fleur's full lips.
And with that small trigger, Tonks found herself on the floor. She barely noticed the hanger digging into her back as Fleur dropped kisses along her inner thighs, sliding up Tonks's skirt as she moved steadily toward her target. Tonks gasped as a hot, wet line was drawn along the waistband of her knickers. Fleur's tongue was at work, tracing slow circles on top of the thin fabric, teasing at Tonks's most sensitive areas. A slow burn had started in Tonks's belly, and she realized she was squirming impatiently under Fleur's ministrations.
"Do it…" Tonks gasped, "please."
She felt a throaty chuckle against her skin, and then all thought was forgotten as Fleur ripped away her knickers and buried her lovely, smirking face between Tonks's thighs. Her tongue laved over the soft folds of Tonks's sex, lapping against her sensitive clit as Tonks arched her hips to meet her. Fleur moved with practiced precision, seeming to know all the most sensitive of spots and finding them with her darting tongue.
Tonks moaned desperately as waves of pleasure rippled through her belly. Her fingers clenched and unclenched until the tiny crescent moon indents of her fingernails began to show on her palms. She let her hand slip under her shirt, cupping one small breast and pinching sharply at her own nipple.
At Tonks's soft gasp, Fleur increased her pace, her tongue sliding deftly between Tonks's swollen pink lips. Her fingertips had wandered beneath her own lace knickers, dipping into her slick opening. Her thumb rubbed slowly over her clit, dragging a low, panting breath from the blonde. She could feel Tonks tightening beneath her, whimpering now, pleading for the sweet release Fleur could give her.
Desperately, Fleur thrust her tongue deep into Tonks – and was gratified by the sharp cry that answered as Tonks's orgasm overtook her. It was enough to throw Fleur over the edge, and she buried her fingers inside herself as her sex throbbed.
For a long, gasping moment, neither girl moved, Fleur's head resting on Tonks's quivering thigh. Then the blonde slowly licked her lips, raising her gaze to meet Tonks's.
She smirked slightly as she said, "Your hair is pink."
Tonks fumbled up to her now short, spiked magenta locks, and knew that if she glanced the mirror, she'd find her own familiar dark brown eyes staring back at her. "I guess…" she said slowly, "you might've been right." She paused hesitantly, waiting for the cold gleam to seep back into Fleur's gaze.
But it was mischief, not malice, that glinted in Fleur's blue eyes as she answered, "Or perhaps you just need more practice…"