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Entry tags: | 2008, nymphadora tonks, percy weasley, percy/tonks |
[FIC] Naked As We Came: Tonks/Percy :: gift for edgewise
Title: Naked As We Came
Author:
Recipient: edgewise
Pairing: Tonks/Percy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,767
Warnings: Heterosexual messing about.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: She loves Remus with all her heart and soul, but Percy Weasley carries a part of her with him as well. Written for the 2008 hp_summersmut ficathon.
Author's Notes: The recipient requested this as a challenging pairing; I hope I've risen to the challenge. Other requests include, "Seeing the unexpected side of someone." Special thanks to beta L for, "Constant Vigilance!" Title comes from the Iron & Wine song of the same name.
When Charlie brings up Percy's sexuality, or lack thereof, he's three sheets to the wind, twined around some girl whose name starts with Q or X, laughing his arse off. To be fair, Tonks is also a bit tipsy, but at least she leaves her family members out of the conversation.
"I can see the posters now," says Charlie, and Tonks winces at the way the girl draped about him smiles when he speaks, "Percy Weasley: World's Best Form of Birth Control."
"Bugger that," says the boy next to him. "Percy Weasley: A sure way to keep your daughters virgins."
"Percy Weasley," someone else pipes up. "Chastity belt included!"
"Three cheers to my anti-sexual younger brother," says Charlie. "Thanks for leaving the ladies to the rest of us, Percy!"
Tonks isn't with anyone. Truth be told, she thought she'd end up with Charlie tonight, what with this being his first night back from Romania and all. She's always heard absence makes the heart grow fonder, but she supposes the heart has to be fond in the first place before it can become fonder and Charlie's never told her he was interested in anything but friendship. Anyway, the girl he's been chatting up all night seems keen to take him to bed, or perhaps just to take him, right now if possible. Tonks twirls one of her blonde ringlets, wondering if she chose the right look for tonight and whom she ought to tell first that blondes really don't have more fun. Tonks reminds herself that she doesn't need sex, thank you very much; she's quite busy doing Auror things, like-
Well, nothing at the moment, but she's sure something will come up soon. She's only just qualified to be an Auror and her mother keeps telling her not to worry, that these things take time. She should listen to her mother, she really should.
Of course, her mother is also the one who has been encouraging her to take a look at, "nice blokes," which Tonks takes to mean "blokes like your father, lovely man that he is," and, while she loves her father, he's a bit, well, routine. She'd much rather someone likely to be out domesticating dragons than someone who spends his Saturday nights at home, content to iron his wife's knickers.
Now, though, as Charlie and his mates toast Percy's lack of sexuality, Tonks wonders what Percy might fancy in a girl. She hasn't seen Percy since she graduated from Hogwarts. He was all of 15 years old then. He's got to be older than that now. Perhaps he's gotten a bit fat. Of course, if he's anything like Charlie, he's breaking hearts and forgetting names already.
"Isn't Percy working at the Ministry now?" Charlie's admirer says.
Charlie laughs. "That's what my mum says, but I'll believe it when I see it. Percy's got his wand so far up his arse he couldn't possibly pull it out to Apparate at the Ministry every morning."
"That's where you're wrong, brother," says someone, and the group goes quiet. "Not only have I managed to pull it out, I've even mastered using it."
Percy is standing there then, and Tonks feels a wave of nausea wash over her. He's taller than she remembers, and lankier, too. His baby fat has thinned and stretched out, pulled taut against muscles that certainly didn't exist the last time Tonks saw him. He still has the horn-rimmed glasses she remembers, though, and the cross look he's always carried.
"Nice of you to join us, Percy," says Charlie, though it's clear it was definitely not nice of Percy to join them as he brought with him an atmosphere of tension that isn't dissipating. "Have a drink."
Percy doesn't move. "No, thank you."
"All right, then. Can I do something for you?"
"Mum sent me to fetch you. She's been expecting you for hours."
Charlie gets a funny look on his face, as though he's forgotten something important, like how to tie his shoes. "I thought I told her I wouldn't be there until..."
"The time change, brother," says Percy, flicking something with his shoe and still managing to look proper against the smoky backdrop of the party. "You forgot about the time change."
"Damn." With some difficulty, thanks in large part to the girl lying on top of him, Charlie gets to his feet. "All right then, let's be off."
Percy looks neither pleased nor angry with his brother, just mildly disinterested.
Crack! Crack! As soon as they're off, the party returns to normal. The girl who was so interested in Charlie turns her eye to another boy sitting close to her who hasn't yet been claimed, and the conversation melts into "You're kidding!" and "Well, I never..."
Since Charlie was her ticket in to the party, Tonks doesn't see a reason to stay. She pulls her wand from the waistband of her jeans and Disparates.
She doubts anyone notices.
***
"Tonks," says Mad Eye Moody the next morning, "so good of you to join us."
She's late - damn it - and the other Aurors in the morning meeting are looking at her as though she's got the pox and is threatening to give it to them. Nodding at Moody, she takes a seat in the front row.
Moody stomps across the front of the room, hands in his pockets. "As I was saying, we've got a lot to talk about today, ladies, so I expect your full attention."
There's a murmur of ascent from the assembled. Moody goes on at length about Death Eaters still at large among them, including locations at which they've been reported assembling. No one's listening too closely, though. This is how Mad Eye always starts the morning meeting. He'll get to things that really matter later on, after he's exhausted all topics related to You-Know-Who and his war wounds.
Tonks watches as Moody paces and wonders what he thinks about when he's alone. Has he got someone at home who listens to his nutty chatter? Moody's damn good at what he does, but his strength is also his weakness. It's tedious to listen to him recount his attacks against Death Eaters time and again, yet they do, every morning like clockwork.
"...which brings us to the Quidditch World Cup," says Moody. "I expect you've all realized what a dangerous, difficult event this will be for us. All those wizards together in one place - there's no telling what might become of it. Easy to get lost in a crowd, isn't it, Kingsley?"
As if on cue, the group turns to look at Kingsley, who appears to be in mid-whisper with another Auror. Kingsley sits up a bit straighter. "It is."
"And that's what we're up against." Moody begins pacing again, eyes on the floor. "With so many shadows, it's difficult to see what's in the dark. Now, then, if you'll all get to your feet."
The older men in the room grumble, but everyone stands anyway, the floor creaking underneath their shuffling feet. Placing their hands behind their backs, they say, "Constant Vigilance!" as they do every day, and, as he does every day, Moody mutters something unintelligible in response. Sometimes Tonks imagines he's saying, "Imbeciles." Other days, when she's feeling a bit silly, she'll hear him say, "Brainless, the lot." Today is an "Imbeciles" kind of day.
The next few hours are spent working on tactical plans for the Quidditch World Cup. Who is best suited to shadow whom? Who should have visible bodyguards, who invisible? Should the grounds be scouted a final time just before the Cup began, or would it be futile with the enormity of the magical community in attendance? Should the Minister be spoken to about the placement of the Aurors, or should he simply be given a general overview?
Maps of the Cup grounds cover every surface, including the ceiling. Moody works on a magical model of the grounds with Kingsley and several of the other senior wizards, moving about miniature Aurors and key members of the Ministry, deciding the best placements, while Tonks and several of the other new Aurors practice defensive spells.
"Tonks," says Elphias Doge. "Will you deliver this to the Department of International Magical Co-operation? I'm afraid Barty Crouch will have a fit if he doesn't get a look at it before we finalize the plans."
Tonks puts a hand to her head, woozy from getting nicked by the Impediment Jinx. "Of course."
He hands her a box that shakes when it changes hands, so she grasps it with both and, with a nod, she's off. She can't remember ever having been to the Department of International Magical Co-operation, but she's sure she can track it down. It's only 20 minutes and countless unlabeled doors later that she realizes she's lost.
"There ought to be a sign," she says, looking back as she's walking forward. Of course that's when she walks right into whoever's just come round the corner. "Oof!"
"Sorry, sorry," says the person she's just bumped into. "So sorry, didn't see y- Nymphadora Tonks?"
When he says her name, she feels lightheaded, but not the same way she did last night at the party. She doesn't know if it's the way he's got his arms round her - obviously by accident, she tells herself, not on purpose - or if it's the way he says her name that makes her shiver, but she knows then who it is and she hopes to Merlin she picked a hair color that looks nice on her or at least covers up the fact that she had about three hours of sleep last night. Why didn't she check for dark circles under her eyes when she got up this morning?
Quite being a git, she thinks, followed by, By Merlin's beard, I'm turning into a woman, and Wait a minute... and Just say something, damn it!
"Percy." Tonks looks up at him and realizes they're awfully close and wonders why is it his spectacles suddenly look so becoming. They ought to look slightly obnoxious, the way they used to back at Hogwarts. Instead, he looks absolutely lickable.
Lickable? If Tonks had a hand free, she'd hit her head with it. She'd never considered anyone lickable before, not even Charlie. Hell, she isn't even sure lickable is a word.
"I- I didn't see you," says Tonks. "I'm so sorry. I was looking for your office and..."
Percy is glaring down at her, that's the only way to describe it, and she has a feeling it's because of what he heard the night before.
"Listen, Percy, I didn't say anything last night. About you, I mean. I mean I didn't say anything about you last night. About your manhood- I mean your- I mean..."
She knows she's gone beet red down to her toes, and not of her own accord, either. She's three years older than this man - boy, she tells herself, he is a boy - and yet she's acting like she's back at school watching while the head of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team walk by. Please let someone come round the corner, she thinks. Please let someone walk right into the middle of this conversation so I can escape.
"You said you were on the way to my office?" says Percy. "Was it to give Mr. Crouch that little box in your hand?"
"Box?" Tonks looks at him as though he's just told her he thinks she's really a man, but then the box is shaking again and she realizes that's what he's talking about. "Right. Yes. Box. Yes. Elphias Doge asked me to deliver this to Barty Crouch and-"
"I'll make sure Mr. Crouch receives the parcel with the utmost urgency." Plucking the box from her hand, Percy says, "And Nymphadora, I will have you know that my 'manhood,' as you so delicately put it, has no place in public conversation. I'll thank you to remember that."
He's gone before she points out that she didn't actually participate in the manhood conversation.
Manhood. Lickable. She's only slightly paranoid about what will come out of her mouth next.
***
She doesn't see Percy again until after the Quidditch World Cup, by which point she's managed to scrub the entire manhood encounter from her conscious mind. Her unconscious mind, on the other hand, has been quite busy with Percy-related thoughts. Occasionally, it reenacts the conversation they had in the hall, except Percy interrupts her halfway through her stuttering to say, "Tonks, you've no reason to apologize. In fact, I'd like to put all doubts about my manhood from your mind. Let's go into this dark, empty meeting room and explore each other's bodies." Other dreams include Percy finding her alone in her room and asking her if she'll educate him, "in the ways of man and woman."
If anyone ever found out about her dreams, she thinks she'd die of embarrassment.
There's something attractive about a man who's never stepped out of line, who doesn't defy authority in any way. He's like a blank canvas.
And I'd love to rub some body paint all over him, she thinks, followed immediately by, When did I turn into a pervert? and Mm, then maybe he'd return the favor.
It's funny, but the thoughts she's having about Percy lately seem to have banished the disappointment she felt about not winning Charlie over. Of course, if that's true, she'll have to start fancying another Weasley to cure herself of the Percy virus she seems to have caught.
He's at the Ministry non-stop; she never sees him coming or going. After the incident at the Quidditch World Cup, though, the whole Ministry seems to have taken residence at work. With Mad Eye off at Hogwarts for the term, Kingsley is filling in as head of the Aurors. Tonks admires Percy's dedication to his job. She hopes she'll always be as eager to complete her Auror assignments.
After the scandal at the Cup, she runs into him - again - near the elevators while she's working late one night, running more paperwork about, this time for Kingsley himself.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," she starts to say, but Percy's lips are on hers before she can finish her sentence.
He tastes like heat and lust and adrenaline and she thinks she's going to faint from the intimacy of it. Her heart rate jumps and she can hear it pulsing in her ears, whispering, More. More. More.
When he slips his tongue into her mouth, she's lost to the world, head over heels involved in Percy Weasley. She can feel how hard he is when he pulls her to him, so close in height they fit together like puzzle pieces. It's awful but she loves it, loves the way he caresses her face, presses his hands against her arse and licks her lips for her.
Panting, she says, "What?" just as he says, "I'm sorry. I've been so distracted. Totally inappropriate-" and then she has to say, "No," because he starts to turn around. She catches his cloak before he's moved even an inch and pulls him back to her. Looking at him, she says, "Let's," and pulls him close to kiss him again, her fingers slip-sliding through his hair, knocking his glasses askew.
"Not here," he says, and she nods. She feels like she should take charge, plunge ahead, but it's nice to give that up and be lead by the hand, just this once.
Percy whisks her into his office before closing the door and locking it behind them. "Everyone's gone and I've got the key. Mr. Crouch is at Hogwarts, judging the Tournament."
"Percy," says Tonks, and he says, "I know, we oughtn't, this is wrong, but I... You..."
For the first time since she met him, Percy Weasley is speechless. She can't help but smile at this, as it makes him more human somehow. She takes a step towards him but trips and does something akin to falling onto his lips instead of seducing him with her wiles. He catches her, which she has to give him credit for; she didn't think he had it in him.
When she rights herself, she looks up at him. This is not the Percy she remembers from Hogwarts, but it's not the arrogant arse Charlie makes him out to be, either. She's sure arrogant arses can kiss, but she's fairly certain it wouldn't feel like this: soft and slow, as though now they've time to take it all in instead of racing through it. He undoes her cloak and it drops, revealing her street clothes, but he gasps anyway and she smiles again, wondering how he'll react to her nude form if this is how he acts when he sees her in a form fitting top and jeans.
She reaches for the clasp on his cloak, but he's quicker than she is and soon his cloak is laying on the floor next to hers. She's only seen him without a cloak a handful of times, and she has to admit his corporeal features surprise her. He's not built like Charlie; there's a kind of grace to his figure that the older Weasley doesn't have. Percy's torso is slim, but his legs are well defined, as though he's been running all his life, exercising for some marathon he'll never win.
As he pulls his shirt up over his head, she allows herself a moment to take in the bare flesh of his chest, his hardened nipples and the trail that leads from his stomach down into the places she's been fantasizing about. It's a nice view, she thinks, beginning to take her shirt off, but then she's tangled in her own sleeves and Percy has to help her out of it. When he pulls it up over head, she realizes she's wearing an old bra that is, quite possibly, missing the underwire on one side - damn it, damn it, damn it - but Percy's so hell bent on getting it off that she's fairly certain he doesn't notice the stains and rips.
He doesn't just lick her nipples like boys she's dated in the past, going right for the obvious. Percy starts at her neck, running his lips alongside her cheek until she can actually feel the heat from the blush on her face. When he licks down her neck to her collarbones, she thinks she finally understands why those Muggle romance novels always involve swooning.
When she reaches down for his fly - Merlin be praised - she gets it undone without breaking her fingers or his. Slipping her hand into his pants, she finds him hard, longer than she thought, thicker than she's used to, and then she's sure she's flooding her purple bunny panties. For fuck's sake, what was she thinking when she got dressed this morning?
There is something delicious about taking him into her mouth, only a slight cough as she swallows him up. When he moans and throws back his head, she feels powerful. She's sucking him down, taking pleasure in his body, his reactions, his taste, and she's so involved in what she's doing that she doesn't hear him at first when he says, "Wait, I can't... Wait."
He's down on the ground next to her before she can ask him what he can't do, pressing her back against a carpet so worn she can feel the cold of the earth beneath it. When Percy kisses her, groaning into her mouth at the taste of himself; she's back in the heat of it, the fire licking her cunt.
It's not his first time, that much is clear, but he's no Casanova, either. He slides his hands down her jeans, fumbling about her clit until she twines her fingers in his and shows him what she likes, sweet, simple circles over and over, until she can't wait for him any longer. He slides down her body then, slips off his glasses and opens her up to his lips and tongue.
It's a surprise to her, and a welcome one at that. She feels divine, like the mistress of a harem, and she stretches her arms up over her head and moans. Percy raises his head to say, "Fuck, Nymphadora, that's-" and she presses his head back down to her aching pussy, trying not to squirm with the anticipation of it. She's so involved in being pleasured that she doesn't think to tell him she likes to be called Tonks. It's scandalous the way he said her name - "Fuck, Nymphadora" - as if he's been saying it in his sleep, rehearsing it until he can finally put it to good use.
When he slips first one finger and then another into her cunt, she knows she's going to lose her mind. She pumps herself onto him, into his mouth, and hears him groan as she speeds up.
"Yes," she says, but it gets caught somewhere in her throat and comes out as a moan. Percy must take this as encouragement, since he dips his head deeper, tongue moving wildly over her as his fingers thrust in and out.
"Nymphadora," he says, and fuck it, she's coming, hard and fast and warm and wet and damn, that's good and don't stop, please, she begs, until she's over the crest and riding the eddies back into cognizance. She sees him then, up on his knees, between her thighs, jerking his cock over her stomach, the tip already weeping in anticipation.
"Percy," says Tonks, but as she reaches up to grasp him in her hands, he comes, thick strands of it spreading over her stomach and breasts. He groans then, his hand still moving along his shaft as he empties out onto her.
Afterwards, they lie together on the floor for a long time, legs twined, clothes strewn about them as though a hurricane has blown through. Wow, is all Tonks manages to think, but she's interrupted when Percy says, "You're quite lovely, you know."
Tonks blushes from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. "Thank you."
"That was..." says Percy.
When he doesn't finish his sentence, her stomach does an uncomfortable flip, but she doesn't let her discomfort show. Instead, she says, "It's nice, how dedicated to your work you are. Must be in the Weasley genes."
She notices he cringes when she mentions his family name, but before she can ask about it, he's saying, "We've got to go. Can't be caught here."
"Of course," says Tonks, though she's sure she could go another round.
They're up and dressed faster than they undressed. As Tonks leaves his office, she tries not to think about the come soaking her t-shirt and bra.
She definitely can't let her mother wash this outfit.
***
They don't talk about what happened between them, though not for lack of trying. It's just that they're both so busy these days, and then Percy's off to Hogwarts to judge the end of the Triwizard Tournament and she's escorting members of the Minstry back and forth from home to work with Doge and Dawlish. It fades into a kind of pleasant daydream she plays when she's bored. Percy giving her that first adrenaline-fueled kiss. Percy with his head between her thighs. Percy making her explode with his tongue and lips.
Gradually, she realizes she's not as enamored with Percy as she used to be, especially when she hears about what he's been doing since the end of the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, she was once captive to the way he stayed true to his work and the wizarding community, but family is the most important thing. She can't understand why he wants to break from then, why he doesn't admit that the Dark Lord has returned and they've got to prepare themselves.
It's then that she finds herself drawn to Remus Lupin. Remus, too, is devoted to his work; the Order is the most important thing in his life. He's willing to do anything for the cause, he's told her that so many times. He wants justice, just like she does, and, soon, he admits to wanting her.
When he proposes, she's overjoyed, but a part of her wonders about his motivation. Does he really want to spend his life with her, or is he afraid one - or both of them - won't make it through the war, so he wants to capture what they have now? She's certain they will make it through, if only because they're both at the top of their game magically, but the look in Remus' eye makes her wonder if he doubts his own abilities. Doubt in such a stalwart figure is unnerving; she needs someone would believes without question right now. She blames that part of herself for taking her back to Percy's office that night.
"I can't be seen with you," says Percy, head down, eyes focused on the scrolls before him. "Tell Dumbledore the Minister wants to speak to him directly."
"I'm not here for Dumbledore. I came to talk to you," she says, putting a hand on his arm.
She doesn't have to say anything else. His eyes wander up her arm to her face where they lock on hers. The old shiver travels down her body.
"I want that passion," she says. "I want to feel something besides fear."
He obliges her. She's never sure afterwards why he did it, but she's glad he did. He takes his time with her, removing articles of clothing one piece at a time. She feels cared for, loved even, on a level that Remus hasn't been able to reach yet, but will someday, she hopes. Nostalgia blends into lust as she remembers the way Percy's body looked that night, a night that's as close as yesterday in her memory, and the way he looks now. He's older, his body softer, but his hands are still so careful, as though she's made of diamonds and he's afraid she'll cut him to pieces if he presses in too close too fast.
When at last she's naked, his eyes rake over and she suddenly knows what feels like to be worshipped. His cock juts out towards her and it's all she can do not to reach for it, stroke that soft skin until he reaches a climax that will blow both their minds. Percy is as tender as he is terrible, teasing and torturing her with his mouth and hands until she's begging him to finish it and then he whispers, "Not until I'm inside you," and she wonders where he learned to say just the right thing that way.
He presses her against the wall and lifts her legs to wrap them around him. She's terrified she's going to ruin it somehow - it's just in her nature to bumble, after all - but when he slips inside her, she feels whole. He fits inside like he was meant for her, like they were meant for each other, and when he's in to the hilt, he kisses her and she thinks there might be hope for this world after all. She hasn't slept with Remus yet - when has there been time? - but she hopes it will feel like this: a key in a lock, the only key that opens this door.
Though he keeps his strokes smooth and steady, he can't wait until she's done, too damned excited, but she's glad for it. The feel of his seed shooting up into her takes her over the edge, and, when he softens, he gives her a second orgasm with his fingers, this climax more, better than the first.
Afterwards, when she's dressing, he pulls her close and kisses her, as though he's trying to capture something that's no longer his to possess. He starts to say, "Nymphadora..." but she shakes her head, saying, "It's too late. I'm sorry, Percy."
And she is.
***
To her deep embarrassment, she's not able to tell Remus the child she's carrying isn't his. She can't bear to let him think he didn't have a part in this new beginning. She wonders if he'll notice when the baby's born.
She loves Remus with all her heart and soul, but Percy Weasley carries a part of her with him as well.
Before she dies, she wonders if Percy knows Teddy is his.
After she dies, when she's watching all of them from far, far away, she's sure he does.
END