Title: Incentives
Author: thescarletwoman
Words: ~3300
Characters: Nymphadora Tonks/Charlie Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really.
Themes/Kinks chosen: Public sex, fingering
Author's Notes: Written for luvscharlie who asked for Charlie/Tonks, Public sex and Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade Christmas shopping. I give you the Leaky Cauldron after a long day of shopping. As always, thanks to rose_whispers for the beta... and for the inspiration. ♥




"Come on! Wouldja hurry up?"

From behind her, Charlie muttered a few choice phrases under his breath. While he had been looking forward to going shopping with Tonks, Charlie never would have agreed if he realised this was what his girlfriend turned into when she saw that one key word: Sale.

"I'm sorry, but the Pack Wizard is lagging behind," Charlie shot back, adjusting the few bags he was carrying under his arm.

Tonks stopped abruptly and it was only through reflexes honed by years of dragon training that Charlie managed to avoid knocking her and the countless bags over. Stopping himself was one thing -- stopping the other packages he was levitating behind him was another entirely. Charlie swore as corners of the bags dug into uncomfortable places on his body. By the end of the night, there were a couple of bags that at least owed him dinner as repayment for violating him.

"You can levitate them, you know," Tonks said with a wave of her hand.

Grumbling under his breath and rubbing his arse, Charlie turned and pointed to the trail of multi-coloured bags that floated, bumping and jostling one another.

"Oh," she said, a hint of a blush colouring her usually pale cheeks. The tips of her lime green hair took on a tinge of red, making her look like a Christmas doll gone wrong.

The only problem was that the look on her face coupled with the two-toned hair tended to make Charlie want to jump her. Not usually an issue when one was at home. However, when walking through the busy streets of Diagon Alley, it began to test his self-control (which was already nil where Tonks was concerned).

With a wave of his hand, Charlie corralled the packages they'd bought, bringing them to rest at their feet. "Given that you've already bought presents for three-quarters of the Wizarding population, how much more do you need to buy?"

"We-el..." Tonks drew out the word, twining a piece of green-red hair around her fingertip. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, attempting to look innocent.

Charlie wanted to be the one biting that lip, and it should be his fingers that hair was being wrapped around. Charlie, get a bloody grip. You're acting like a hormonal teenager. The rebuke would have helped if Charlie's sex drive didn't function like that of said teenager. Hell, there were times his maturity level was barely over the age of fifteen. It was no wonder he was as horny as one twenty-four/seven.

"Well, what?" Charlie asked, defeat in his voice.

"Still have your family to shop for. And you, but I can't really do that while you're hanging around."

"I can leave," Charlie said, knowing full well he sounded far too eager.

"What, you don't like shopping with me?" Tonks asked, sticking that delectable lower lip of hers out in a pout.

Charlie's cock gave a twitch in response and he quickly cleared his throat to cover a quick intake of breath. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Tonks was doing this on purpose. On second hand, he did know her and he wouldn't push this sneakiness by her either. Merlin, how he loved what she could do to him.

"Of course I do," Charlie quickly amended. "I'll tell you what, how about a compromise. I'll take these back to the flat, you can do your shopping for me and I'll meet you back here in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes isn't enough time," Tonks whined, tugging on Charlie's arm. "Come on, how often do I go out shopping like this?"

"Whenever there's a sale?" Charlie supplied helpfully.

She smacked him on the arm and Charlie grinned, knowing full well he deserved that one. Her annoyance, most likely feigned, was short-lived as she fitted her body against him, curling against the sudden biting wind.

"Bloody hell, it's freezing," she murmured, pressed against him, shivering.

"You're the one who decided to wear a skirt."

Tonks pulled back, giving him a heated look, one that made all the blood in his body rush towards his lower regions. His cock strained against the fabric of his trousers, desperate to be sheathed inside her.

"You're doing this on purpose," Charlie accused, one hand sliding down her back to rest against her arse.

"Would I do such a thing?" Tonks asked, her eyes shining with amusement.

"In a word? Yes."

She tittered her light, lyrical laugh, and used a spell to shrink down all the packages so they fit inside one large bag. "You could have done that from the beginning," Tonks pointed out with a grin.

This time, it was Charlie who found himself blushing. However, unlike Tonks, a blush that spread across his cheeks somehow managed to light up his entire face like an angry fire engine. The freckles that usually blended into his tanned skin stood out like tiny beacons.

"You were distracted staring at my arse again, weren't you?" Tonks asked, taking his hand and leading him inside the Leaky Cauldron.

"When am I not?" Charlie asked, praying this damned blush would fade away and soon.

"Funny. And this is how you acted and you didn't even notice what was under the skirt." Charlie closed his eyes, imagining any number of lacy knickers she'd taken to wearing. His mouth watered at the thought. "Or," Tonks continued, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "what I wasn't wearing."

Charlie was glad he wasn't carrying anything, else he knew every package would have discovered the joys of gravity. As it was, he was having a hard enough time trying to keep his breathing even. Tonks slid into one of the booths and Charlie followed her, eyes flicking down to her waist as he sat.

"I'm disappointed," Tonks said, her mouth forming that delectable pout once more. "Usually when I wear a skirt, you try to feel me up. You'd have discovered my surprise for you a lot sooner, you know."

"I was trying to be good," Charlie replied, wishing the Leaky Cauldron wasn't as crowded as it was.

Tonks turned, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Now, love, where's the fun in that?"

Tom appeared a few moments later to take their drink and lunch orders. Charlie slid his arm around her waist, resting on the bare skin just below the hemline of her skirt. She was the one who started this, walking around without knickers, then telling him not to behave himself. What else was a man supposed to do when his girlfriend made such a delectable offer.

Tonks leaned into Charlie, close enough so that his nose was buried in the soft strands of her hair, drinking in the scent of her shampoo. Strawberry today, he realised with a smile. Charlie's hand trailed along her thigh as she spoke to Tom, ordering for them both. At this point, Charlie didn't give a damn what he ate for lunch, particularly as every fibre of his being was crying out for Tonks's taste.

His hand moved along her inner thigh, moving to the juncture of hip and leg. Sure enough, there was no lacy-edge knicker, no band of elastic holding a tiny swatch of fabric over her cunt. Charlie was glad for the table over his lap, hiding the all-too evident tenting of his trousers. Tom wrote down the order and hobbled away, leaving Charlie and Tonks alone -- well, as alone as they could be in the crowded tavern.

"'bout time," Tonks said, shifting towards him, lifting a leg to hook over Charlie's knee and opening herself to him.

"I'm a man," Charlie replied with a shrug. "Sometimes we need to be hit over the head to realise things. Namely when our girlfriend decides to go smokeless for our benefit." Charlie's thumb moved towards the vee of her thighs, rubbing across the rough hair.

"Carpet matches the drapes," Tonks said, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.

Bloody fantastic.

"Time to see how quiet you can be," Charlie murmured, sucking her earlobe into her mouth as his fingers slid into her at the same time. Tonks stiffened momentarily, her eyelids fluttering closed. Even those had a tinge of green to them, Charlie noticed with a smile.

"What's the bet?" Tonks asked, her breathlessness betraying what was going on under the table.

"If I can make you cry out while getting you off, we end the day with lingerie shopping."

Tonks turned towards him awkwardly, poking him in the side. "Not much of a punishment for either of us." Charlie merely shrugged in response. Her hips undulated towards his questing fingers, her lips parting slightly, cheeks flushed. "I need a bit of incentive, you know. How about... if I stay quiet, I get to ride you."

Funny, no real incentive to win or lose. Charlie loved watching Dora move above him, the way her breasts moved as she did, her hair splayed wildly around her face as she took him in to the hilt. And when she leaned over him, he could suckle her breasts, teasing her pert pink nipples with his tongue, adding a bite every now and --

"Focus, Charlie," Tonks teased, kissing the corner of his mouth.

In retaliation, Charlie added a third finger, feeling her inner muscles stretch to accommodate the additional digit. Tonks made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, but nothing that would draw the attention of the diners nearby. Charlie drove his fingers in and out of her, fucking her with them while his thumb worked over her clit. He could smell her arousal mixed with the scent of strawberries, mixing a heady mixture that was so uniquely Tonks. He'd get her off and then he'd be excusing himself to the loo to take care of business himself.

Not that sex in the toilet wasn't appealing on some level, but at the same time, one didn't know when the bathrooms were last cleaned. Yes, Charlie was well aware there was a double standard there. Fine to wank, not okay for sex. He didn't question the inner workings of his mind.

Tonks let out a series of soft moans, her body shuddering around his fingers. They'd been together long enough that Charlie could sense each motion of hers, knowing what every sound meant. The way her body arched towards his hand said that she was close.

"Can you feel it?" Charlie whispered, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "Imagine my fingers are really my cock. Spreading you wide." Complete sentences were definitely beyond him at this point. "Not even going to wait to get your clothes off when we get home," he said, increasing the speed of his thumb against her clit. "Soon as we walk in the door, you're going to be against it, skirt around your waist. I'll fuck you with my tongue first, then take you from behind against the sofa." He withdrew his fingers, drawing them along her oh-so-sensitive perineum. "Maybe eventually we'll make it to the bedroom."

"Charlie," Tonks hissed, drawing out the last syllable longer than necessary, her hands gripping the edge of the table. He could tell by the set of her jaw that she was determined to stay quiet. His fingers began their assault once more, moving relentlessly inside her.

"Let go, Dora," Charlie murmured, sucking her earlobe into his mouth once again, worrying the cartilage between his teeth.

He lightly bit down the same moment he felt her inner muscles clench around his hand. Charlie had to hand it to her, she hadn't made a sound. If their positions were refersed, Charlie wasn't sure if he could have possessed the same degree of will power. As it was, he was barely managing to keep quiet and his cock was still firmly ensconced in his trousers.

Charlie withdrew his hand, slowly unwinding his arm from around Tonks. He glanced down at his hand, fingers slick with Tonks's juices. Charlie may have a will of steel, but seeing the sated expression on Tonks's face and the way his body was crying out for her, he couldn't resist. He lifted his hand, sucking each digit into his mouth and losing himself in the taste of her. Tonks's eyes never left his and slowly Charlie could see another look replace the sated one: lust.

The crowd seemed to be growing, not thinning. What the hell? Was this the day half the Wizarding population decided to show up at the Leaky Cauldron? If there were less people around, Charlie would have gone through with Dora's suggestion. But there were people -- and there was no way anyone could do this without getting caught. And Charlie was certainly not going to contemplate the arousing that accompanied the thought of being discovered.

"Well," Dora began, her hand running along Charlie's chest and moving down towards his crotch. His hips lifted of their own accord, thrusting towards her hand, "you did say I could ride you if I 'won'. I'd say we agree that I won, would you not?"

All Charlie could do was nod. The blood left his face, though not to pool lower. She wasn't going to--

Ziiiip.

Alright, she was. Charlie sucked in a breath, glancing around the tavern to see if anyone was watching. Tonks's hand hovered over his crotch, pausing while Tom came to drop off their lunch orders. How she could manage to look sweet and innocent, speaking calmly to Tom while her hand was wrapped around his cock was utterly beyond him. All Charlie could manage was a vague string of grunts and nods. Tonks, however, was able to carry on a bloody conversation.

Which could end any time now. Damn tease -- but Merlin, how he loved her.

"May want to move closer," Tonks said, that lustful light back in her eyes. "Either that or slide the table out just a bit."

Charlie's hands moved towards the edge of the table, suddenly grasping it hard enough to turn his knuckles white the moment her hand encircled his cock. And all the while, the patrons in the bar continued to eat, completely unaware that his devilish girlfriend was about to have her wicked way with him.

Tonks slid into his lap, the look on her face did not match her actions in the slightest. Her expression said she was nothing but an innocent female, content on cuddling up with her boyfriend at lunch. Actions, however, spoke volumes. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding him steady while she sank down onto it. Charlie's eyes damn near bugged out of his head and he was afraid he was going to snap the edge off the table. As it was, he knew there would be permanent half-moon indentations from his nails.

Devil woman. That was what Tonks was. A devil woman sent up from hell to torment and tease -- wait, that sounded like he wasn't head over heels in love with her. Charlie let out a soft moan of pleasure as Tonks began a slow rocking motion, his hands steadying her as she found the perfect position.

By his very nature, Charlie was not a loud man during sex. Grunts and moans, the usual -- but he wasn't one for shouting out loud, embarrassing things. However, given where they were and being forced to stay quiet, all Charlie wanted to do was cry out every time he thrust up. The distance between his hips and the table afforded him only small, quick thrusts, but he was was inside her, balls deep and that was all that really mattered.

Above him, Charlie could only see the barest hint of flush on Tonks's cheek, a slight gathering of sweat just at her temples. He could see the grit of her jaw, her fingers working over her clit, as she tried not to make a noise. Charlie was fairly certain the same expression was on his own face as well. To be quite honest, he wasn't sure how they had gone unnoticed for this long. Or, if anyone had seen what was going on in the corner booth -- why Tom hadn't come over here waving a rolling pin in their directino.

Brandishing a wand was more like it, but for some reason the mental image of the wizened old man holding a rolling pin like a weapon struck him as amusing. The laughter died quickly, Charlie clamping down on his back teeth before he made any embarrassing sounds.

Was that an eyebrow he saw from the woman sitting to his left? No, just his imagination.

No, wait -- she moved. So much for being covert.

Even now, Charlie wondered how he managed to keep from crying out. Tonks had morphed her inner walls tighter around his cock, feeling each thrust stretching her to fit him. He still didn't know how he managed to stay quiet -- how he could keep from crying out. Perhaps it was the knowledge that, if anyone heard them, they'd never be allowed back.

Or, there was the other thought -- if they could do this without being discovered, it was time to try out various other places, wasn't it?

There was no such thing as prolonging an orgasm at the present. Charlie was lucky he'd lasted this long to be quite honest. His hands gripped her hips, burying his face in her shoulder blade in an attempt to muffle is groan. Not quite perfect but at least the soft sound of a dying animal wasn't as noticeable as 'OH GOD FUCKING YES!'

The idea of catching his breath was distinctly out of the realm of possibilities. Hell, even eating the sandwiches Tom had brought by before their rendezvous wasn't appetizing anymore. Charlie had the taste for one thing -- and that would be more than a little conspicuous if he suddenly ducked under the table. Which, then, led to only one conclusion: time to go home.

With a kiss, Tonks lifted herself off his lap and tucked Charlie back inside his trousers and turned back towards the plate of food, smoothing her skirt down as best as she could. The cleaning charm was muttered under her breath before either of them made a noticeable mess when they finally moved. That would have been more than a little telling as to their activities in the booth.

"You're amazing," Charlie murmured out of the side of his mouth.

"I can't believe you went through with it," Tonks replied, grinning.

An impish expression found its way onto Charlie's face. Then again, maybe they wouldn't head home quite yet.

"You wanted to do some more shopping, did you not?" Charlie queried, a smirk touching the corners of his mouth.

"You're the one who wanted to take me lingerie shopping, I'm done for the day."

Charlie leaned over, nibbling his way along the shell of her earlobe. "Want to see if we can get kicked out of one of the stores?" he asked, sliding his hand up her shirt, fingers brushing the underside of her breast over the silky fabric of her bra.

Tonks's cheeks flushed once more and the tips of her hair turned an even darker red.

"You know, I had you pegged all wrong," Tonks said, reaching for a chip. "I didn't think you'd go for the public sex where we could get caught at any point."

Charlie swiped the fry from her before she could take the final bite.

"It's all about the incentives."