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charlie, fic, tonks

Special Delivery For: luvscharlie
Title: Slip of the Tongue
Author: eeyore9990
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: luvscharlie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Charlie/Tonks (mentions Bill/OFC/Charlie, Tonks/Various)
Word Count: ~2300
Warnings: Shower sex, wall sex, dirty talking, mentions of incestuous-ish relationship and other kinky stories
Summary: Charlie helps Tonks get dirty in the shower.
Author's notes: I leave the truth of Charlie's and Tonk's stories up to the reader's imagination—they can be completely fictitious or not, depending on your comfort level.

luvscharlie, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Your list of prompts was entirely too much fun; I had a very had time not using them ALL!

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Charlie Weasley had a filthy mouth. Most everyone who knew him—with the possible exception of his mother—was fully aware of this. What most of them didn't know was that his mind was at least twice as filthy as his mouth.

He'd scared off a few lovers with the dirty things his mind came up with, which was why, when he'd found someone even dirtier, he'd proposed immediately. God, but life was good.

Stepping into their flat, he kicked the door shut behind him, calling out, "Dora!" As silence echoed back to him, he frowned and said again, "Dora?" Still no answer.

"Oy! Tonks! Show yer arse!" He grinned to himself, knowing he'd be paying for that one. But again he heard no response. Worry began to flood his veins as he drew his wand, hurrying toward their bedroom. Throwing open the door, he sagged against it in relief when the sounds of the shower running finally reached him. She wasn't hurt or ignoring him; she was simply—

Wet. And naked. In the shower.

Shoving the palm of his hand against the front of his trousers to quell his instant reaction to that thought, Charlie opened the door to the bathroom, waiting a moment as the thick steam billowed out. Through the clear glass shower door, he could see Dora, shoulders slumped as she faced the wall. Her hands were braced against the tiles, her forehead resting on the wall between them, and from her posture, he could tell she'd had a very bad day.

Shucking his clothes, he walked over to the shower, scratching his finger against the surface to alert Dora to his presence. She rolled her head on the tiles until she could see him, giving him a weary smile of invitation. Entering the shower, he moaned softly, once again taking delight in the fact that they'd splurged on this flat. The shower had been the selling point; it was utter perfection for people who often came home from work covered in bruises or with over-stressed muscles... or both. Shower heads lined the walls, the ceiling. Spray came out from three sides, from knee height all the way up. With a combination of the magic imbued in the pipes and the best of Muggle technology, the pressure was perfect from every single one of the shower heads, and the hot water never ran out.

He reached out, transfixed by the way the water streamed over his hands as he drew them down Dora's spine. Pressing harder, he dug his fingers in, massaging the knots from her shoulders, pulling moans from her mouth. She pushed away from the wall, turning and capturing his hands as she rose onto her toes, nibbling at his chin. "Wotcher, Charlie. Fancy a fuck?"

He chuckled. "Don't I always?" Dipping his head, he met her open mouth with his, groaning as she sucked on his tongue, the tips of her breasts lightly grazing his chest and adding to the stimulation of dozens of jets of hot water blasting over his skin. Pulling his hands from hers, he reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger hard and not letting up until she gasped and squirmed away. He waited until she was perfectly positioned in front of a shower head before releasing her nipples; the spray hit her across the sensitized flesh, causing her to moan, her back arching into the pulsing water. Watching the water splash off her skin was too arousing; he ducked his head into the spray, tongue snaking out to flicker over her nipples as his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Charlie... Charlie! Fuck," she moaned, short fingernails raking along his back and up over his scalp until she was able to wind her fingers in his close-cropped hair. Tugging, she pulled him up before transferring her hands to his chest and pushing him into the wall. "Want to tease? Is that what you like, Weasley?" she asked, her voice a low purr, just barely audible over the sound of the water. She smacked his hand away from his cock with a glare that told him he'd be a fool to touch it again.

He stared down at her, body clenching with need even as he ached to push her right to the edge. "You know you love it. Get off on it. Don't you, you dirty girl?"

Her eyes narrowing, she smirked at him. "Oh, I do love it. But two can play this game." She licked her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth before releasing it, blood rushing to the plump surface. Slowly she lowered her eyes, lifting her hands from where they'd been splayed across his chest until just the tips of her fingers trailed lightly over his flesh. He inhaled deeply, looking down, mesmerized by the way her hot pink nails drew lines in his skin. She drew circles around his nipples before tracing a path straight down his abdomen. He groaned as he watched; he knew exactly where those talented fingers were going.

At his navel, she drew another circle before angling down toward his hip. A flare of red shot out, tickling just under his skin as the brilliant green dragon that had been curled up sleeping just above the juncture of his thigh woke and stretched its wings. More flames blasted from its nostrils as its eyes rolled, tracking the path of Dora's fingertip. She teased it, scratching lightly at the skin just in front of its nose before drawing her finger back quickly. He groaned at the dual sensations of her finger on his skin and the dragon flying just under it. She drew it all over his body, provoking the dragon into flaring again just under his nipples. He hissed, clenching his teeth as his cock twitched.

She laughed softly, petting the iridescent creature lightly before tempting it back down his body. He thought she was going to soothe it back onto his hip, its favourite resting place, but instead, she drew rings around his cock until the dragon writhed right to the tip. She knelt at his feet, her eyes laughing up at him even as she leaned forward and licked over both the head of his cock as well as the green scales of his tattoo. The dragon rolled and his gut twisted. "Dora!" His jaw clenched, he dropped his head back against the wall and thrust his hips forward. "If you really fancy a fuck," he growled, "you'd best leave off now."

"What? You don't want to play?" she asked, batting her eyelashes in as close an approximation to innocent as she could get with him. After all, he knew her dirtiest thoughts. Relished them, in fact.

Well, two could play this game. She wanted to torture him into coming too soon? He'd do her one better. Touching a panel in the wall, he directed the water temperature to cool a few degrees—not enough to make him wilt, but just to give him back some portion of control. Grabbing a bottle of liquid soap, he upended it, drizzling it over Dora's shoulders, watching it build up and overflow, dripping down her back and chest. Dropping the soap, he went to his knees in front of her, his square hands rubbing the soap in, getting his hands nice and slippery with it. Bubbles formed and exploded on her skin even as she continued teasing his cock.

It was time to up the ante.

Knowing her weakness for absolute filth, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her cheek before sliding his mouth toward her ear. Breathing lightly, he whispered, "Did I ever tell you about the time Bill and I shared that girl when I visited him in Egypt?"

Dora moaned, hand clenching around his cock until he almost lost it. In fact, when his mind was fully his own once again, he found he had her pressed into the tiles on the floor of the shower, the water spraying just above his head as he pinned her under his body. Staring down into her eyes, he said, "She had the biggest eyes you've ever seen—" curiosity mixed with lust in her eyes, and he knew that wasn't the part that had interested her— "and her mouth around Bill's cock was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen... until I met you."

She writhed under him, her eyes hot with arousal, even as she chuckled. "Good catch, there, husband. You've just saved yourself a week on the couch."

Grinning, Charlie ran his hands along her body as he continued the story. Thank God for all those long, cold, Romanian winters when the dragon keepers had had nothing to do but tell stories of past escapades. Such practice held him in good stead now. "We were fucking her, one at each end. Bill's cock was all the way down her throat, I swear." Taking a chance, he whispered, "I've never seen another man as gorgeous as Bill. You should see him when he's fucking. Hear the sounds he makes." Dora's legs wound around his hips, pleading noises falling from her lips as he talked.

Charlie rolled them both over, allowing her to straddle him and take charge of their coupling. The shower spray hitting her in the face rather interrupted his plans. Thumping his head against the floor, he pushed against her hips until he could slide out from under her. Pulling her to her feet, he spun her, pressing her against the wall as he covered her mound with his hand, grinding his palm against her as he spoke into her ear. "His cock is long, thick. He always wears his hair loose when he's fucking—"

"Always?" she asked, breathless, as she rolled her hips against him.

"Always. That wasn't the only time we were together... just the only time there was a woman between us." As soon as the last word left his mouth, he moved his hand, using his fingers to part her labia. The spray from the shower head pulsed against her unprotected clit, drawing a shriek from her as her whole body shuddered.

"Oh God, fuck! Charlie! Fuck!"

"Now?" he asked, knowing he didn't need to seek permission but wanting to hear her beg.

"Yes! Fuck me, Charlie Weasley, or I'll rip your cock off and use it myself."

With a strained chuckle, he slipped his cock against the crease of her arse for a second before bending his knees. Easing between her thighs, he positioned himself and thrust up, sliding into her tight, wet heat. He had to stop, resting his forehead against the back of her head as he struggled for breath.

"More, Charlie," she moaned. "More, now. Please, God, more."

Fingers still slippery from the soap he'd smoothed over her earlier, he slid his hands up her body until he had one breast filling each of his palms. Tightening his grip, he began thrusting into her even as he continued to whisper darkly into her ear. "It was so hot. We were both sweating... all of us, actually. But Bill had it running down his chest. Can't you see him, Dora? He was thrusting into her mouth, his eyes shut, his fingers buried in her hair. He was slamming against her so hard, it was driving her back onto my cock and," Charlie had to stop talking for a second, his own images threatening to send him over the edge before her. Swirling the tips of his fingers over and around her nipples, he licked water from the side of her neck, thrusting harder, pushing her into the wall.

"All I could think," he said, the words harsh with the desire ratcheting through him, "was that the only way it could possibly be better..." He bit the shell of her ear, unable to help himself. "It could only be better if it had been you."

Dora screamed, her inner walls clenching tight around him as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Charlie shouted, thrusting frantically, finally allowing himself the release he'd been holding off by the skin of his teeth since he'd stepped into the shower.

He allowed the water to continue spraying over them, even though his body was almost too sensitised to stand it. He slid out of Dora, smoothing his hands over her gently, calming her. Turning, she wrapped her arms around him, cuddling against him as the water washed away the last of their mess. When exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him, Charlie turned off the shower and led Dora from it, grabbing a thick, fluffy towel and winding her in it. Leading his sleepy wife to their bed, he gently pushed against her until she was laying down, then took his time drying the water from her body.

When her soft skin was completely dry, he swiped the damp towel over himself then quickly joined her in the bed, tugging the blankets up from the foot of it where they'd ended that morning. Pulling her into his arms, Charlie closed his eyes.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he heard Dora murmur, "Charlie?"

"Hmm?"

"Did I ever tell you about my Auror initiation?"

"'S that?"

She slithered up on the bed until her face was in the crook of his neck, her lips moving faintly against the skin just under his ear. "All new recruits have to show that they're capable of handling anything. Kingsley thought it would be best if I was put through my paces a bit differently. He had all the male Aurors line up, tied me to a desk, and..."

God, yes. Charlie loved how absolutely filthy his Dora was.