Title: Bella, Boots And Candles
Author: misfit_ragdoll
Characters: Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, oral sex, wax play, fluff
Kinks chosen: Blow jobs, wax play, tit wanking, boot worship (well, she’s wearing boots, anyway!)
Word Count: 2615
Summary: It’s Bill’s birthday and Tonks has a nice surprise in store for him.
Author's notes: Thanks to Devi for the beta and much love to katesque for the encouragement and not letting me just throw in the towel when I really really wanted to. Sorry the muses have been so temperamental in general. Hopefully, it's still 30 November somewhere in the world.



It had been a long day at work and Bill Weasley could hardly wait to get home. It had been one thing after another with the goblins today until he’d wanted to tear his hair out in frustration or string up the annoying little buggers by their ankles until they promised to let him alone. To make matters worse, it was his birthday and the last thing he’d wanted to do was spend time at Gringotts when he could’ve been home doing something better.

At least his family had remembered his birthday – a hamper laden with all sorts of goodies from his mum had arrived first thing in the morning , and there had been cards and presents from his brothers and sister. Surprisingly, there had been nothing at all from his girlfriend other than a quick kiss and a mumbled birthday wish as she stumbled out of bed and into the shower just as he was leaving for work.

To say he’d been disappointed was an understatement. He’d hoped for something more – a card, a cake, a lunchtime tryst…but instead, there had been nothing from Tonks at all. As he came through the door of their flat, he was surprised to find it dark and eerily quiet. Where the hell was she? Perhaps she wanted to take him out to dinner or had organized a surprise party…? “Tonks? Dora-love? I’m home!”

However, Bill was greeted by silence. “Tonks? Sweetheart?” Annoyed, he flung his cloak off and hung it up on the coat rack, snarling in frustration. On her birthday, he’d wined and dined Tonks, lavished her with affection and presents, and but when he needed her, she wasn’t even home? He could only hope there had been some serious delay in the Aurors’ Office to keep her from being here tonight.

Something bright caught his attention from the corner of his eye; he turned to see a roll of parchment tied with a red ribbon sitting on the sideboard. He reached for it and then felt a familiar tugging behind his navel…

And found himself in an unfamiliar bedchamber lit with glowing candlelight. It looked like a posh hotel room, but no place he’d ever been before. Confused, he peered around, then looked down at the scroll still in his hands, finally opening it since the portus spell on it was obviously depleted. In Tonks’s neat handwriting, the letters shimmering in the dark, it read:

“My darling Bill,

Welcome to your birthday surprise. Please get undressed, get on the bed and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be joining you shortly.

Happy Birthday, sweetheart.

Love,
Tonks”

Well, at least she hadn’t forgotten. With a shrug, he put down the note and began to shuck off his clothing, folding everything neatly before placing it on a nearby chair. The room was warm; there was a fire blazing in the hearth and candles scattered on all available surfaces. Bill pulled off his underpants and stretched, his long limbs taking on an ivory cast in the dim light. He wondered if Tonks was watching him from somewhere – the bathroom, perhaps? If so, he was going to give her a show.

He strode gracefully to the bed, stretching again, then undoing the leather thong that held back his long hair and shook it loose, letting it fall like a copper-tinged mane around his shoulders. He’d never been one for modesty – he knew he was attractive, just as he knew he was clever, an effective Curse-breaker and only an average Quidditch player. Tonks loved to tease him about having an ego, but it seemed ridiculous to pretend to be humble when he -- and everyone else -- knew better.

Bill looked over his bare shoulder, half-expecting to see her peaking out from behind the wardrobe door or one of the heavy curtains blocking the window, disappointed when she didn’t immediately jump out and tease him. Fine, if she was going to be that way about things, he was just going to have to be patient.

He spread out on the bed, the duvet soft and smooth beneath his skin, arranging his limbs in what he hoped was an enticing pose. Despite himself, his cock was already thrumming, half-erect in anticipation of what was to come -- provided his girlfriend ever actually managed to show up.

He raised his arms up, about to pillow his head on his forearms, when there was a flash of green light, something clamping around his wrists. The next thing Bill knew, his wrists were bound in what felt like dragon hide restraints, his arms pulled tautly above his head and seemingly secured to the bed’s ornate brass headboard. He yelped in surprise and looked around, desperately. “Tonks? Where are you?”

The glow from the candles seemed to brighten just a little, making his eyes water, and he could make out a shadowy form in the corner of the room. “T-Tonks?” Bill felt his heart thudding in his chest, suddenly fearful. What if something had happened to her and this had been some sort of well-constructed ruse to capture him? Why hadn’t he checked for malevolent spells? Why the hell hadn’t he kept his wand with him? Too bloody busy thinking with the other one…

“Mmmmmm. And what makes you think I’m your beloved Tonks?” The question was delivered by a throaty voice.

Bill blinked several times to clear his vision and for a moment, his heart stopped entirely, his erection now completely withered away. “No. It can’t be…”

To his shock, Bellatrix Lestrange stood in front of him, staring at him with dark eyes filled with lust and hunger. Limned in candlelight, she wore a black velvet corset which hugged her curves, her pale, ample breasts threatening to spill out of it, and black brocade knickers. A pair of very shiny black boots were laced just over her knees, showing off her shapely legs. Her hair was just as black and shiny, falling over her shoulders and down her back, the thick black fringe cut straight above her perfectly arched brows. The only colour anywhere was the deep, blood red of her full lips and matching lacquer on her nails.

“Can’t it?” she whispered, coming to perch on the edge of the bed, running a nail up his side, causing him to squirm. “And why is that?”

Bill fought off a wave of panic, forcing himself to remain calm, to think. He drew in a deep breath, held it in for a minute and then breathed out slowly. Think, Weasley, think.

With a clearer head, he began to look at details, determined to find a way out of his predicament. Now that she was close, he could see how young his captor was, her face unlined and flawless. She was also petite and fine-boned – as if someone had recreated the young Bellatrix Black in miniature. But, Bellatrix Lestrange was older, weathered by her years in Azkaban Prison, and nearly as tall as any man, so if it wasn’t that treacherous bitch, then who was she, and why had she kidnapped him?

The hint of a smirk began to form on his lips as he glanced at her milky white forearm; it was naked, unblemished and devoid of any unusual markings -- including the Dark Mark. Somehow he doubted that Voldemort’s right-hand woman would have removed it even if her life depended on it. Which meant that there was only one woman this could be.“Dora. Because you’re my Dora.”

To his amusement, she pursed her lips into a fetching pout. “You’re no fun, Head Boy. No fun at all.”

Bill began to laugh, feeling foolish for having fallen for the ruse, even for a few moments. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, woman. Although, I have to say you look unbelievable in that gear. Especially those boots.”

“I’m so glad you like something,” Tonks groused, still pouting. “I wanted to give you a nice birthday surprise.”

“You did. And you will.” He could feel his cock starting to twitch back to life. “Now be a good girl and let me up so I can share it with you.”

Tonks’s face lit up into a wicked grin as she shook her head. “No. I don’t think so, Weasley. I rather like you just where I’ve got you.” She gave him an appreciative looking over, licking her lips in anticipation. “You look quite scrummy from where I stand. Well, sit.”

“Tonks!” Bill rattled his tied hands, testing the bonds which held fast. “Let me up!”

“Nuh uh,” she giggled, sticking her tongue out like a naughty school girl and then leaned down to kiss him full on the mouth. “Now shirrup and let me spoil you, birthday boy. Before I change my mind and leave you there to suffer on your own.”

“Nymphadora,” he growled, struggling against the restraints. “This is not on.”

“I could leave you there to suffer and hit you with a Silencing Charm,” she continued, a hint of steel in her voice. As she arched an black eyebrow at him, Bill suddenly realised that without her customary pink hair, Tonks clearly resembled her aunt. In spite of himself, he found that fact intriguing.

“Oh, I don’t think you could,” he countered, relaxing just a little and flashing his most charming smile.

“Dare to try me?”

“No, not really – but you did say you wanted to spoil me and it is my birthday…”

Tonks let out a huff of frustration. “I do hate it when you’re right, Weasley.” She bent down and kissed him again, her mouth hard on his.

Bill yielded to her kisses, letting her suck on his tongue and his lower lip, groaning softly as she shifted on the bed, throwing one leg over his bare torso to straddle his hips, his erection now firmly caught between his bare stomach and the warm crotch of her knickers.

They continued to exchange heated kisses, Tonks leaning over him, her long, dark hair tickling his neck and shoulders as she caressed him, her boots rubbing against his upper thighs and the heels digging against his knees. Despite his earlier protests, Bill was finding he actually didn’t mind giving up control; usually he was the aggressor, so it was novel and highly arousing to let her be in charge for a change.

She pulled back slightly, trailing her kisses over his chin to his throat, then down his neck and along his collar bone. Bill pushed his hips up, grinding against her, letting her feel just how hard she was making him.

“Like that, do you?” she cooed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, grinding a little harder this time.

“Hmmm, wonder how you’ll like this then…?” Tonks reached out to the nightstand, freeing a long white taper from its brass candlestick, and smirked. She hovered the candle over him, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

“Dora, what are you—“

“Trust me, love.”

“But you—“ his words turned into a groan of pleasure mingled with pain as she tipped the candle forward and dropped a single drop of hot wax on his shoulder blade. “Oh, Merlin!”

“Sorry, he’s not here with us…” Tonks giggled and repeated the motion, moving her hand down slightly. This time, the wax splattered against his pectoral.

Bill groaned again, biting his lip, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “Godric, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”

Tonks writhed against him and laughed. “I dunno, you feel pretty bloody alive to me.”

“I wont be for much longer if you—“ Again, his words were cut off as she dripped a line of wax down the center of his chest, causing him to cry out and jerk underneath her. His skin was burning where the hot wax had hit, every nerve on fire, but he didn’t want her to stop.

She dipped her head down, kissing and licking a line down his chest to his stomach, another trail of hot wax following in her wake until she reached his belly button, letting it pool into the hollow of his navel. Bill undulated and groaned beneath her, his cock so hard he thought he might explode.

He squeezed his eyes tight, his hands balling into fists as he felt her soft fingers encircling his cock, caressing, squeezing, teasing from base to head, and then replaced by warm, moist breath and even softer lips. He moaned and threw his head back, his cries growing louder as she licked and nibbled along the curve of his shaft, up, then down and then up again, her other hand cupping his balls, applying light pressure.

“T-tonks, l-love,” he gasped. “P-please…”

Tonks stopped what she was doing, raising her head to look at him impishly. “Please what, darling?”

“L-let me come, love. Please, I can’t t-take it anymore.”

“Eventually,” she sniggered. “Right now, I’m having too much fun. Besides, you’re so cute when you beg, Head Boy.”

“Good Godric, Tonks, you are going to murder me—“

“Not my fault if you’re too old to handle this,” she teased, letting her tongue flicker against the head of his cock, drawing slow circles around the edge of his foreskin.

He bucked his hips up violently. “Not. Too. Old. Just wanna…unnnngh.” His words broke off into an inarticulate cry as she slid him deep into her mouth, scrapping the sensitive skin lightly with her teeth, then pulled back again. Bill began to thrust up, over and over again, groaning as she suckled him, her tongue rasping and toying with him as she did.

Keeping him in her mouth, Tonks struggled with the silver busks on her corset until finally it opened and she flung it to the floor. Bill hissed with pleasure as her breasts were freed from their confinement, the hard peaks of her nipples rubbing against his thighs. He longed to touch them with his hands, bury his face between them, lavish them with kisses. Perhaps, later, she’d grant him that wish, but for now, he could only watch with fascination. She shimmied back, still sucking and licking at the head, until his cock was perpendicular to his body, and let the now wet shaft nestle between the white mounds of her breasts.

Bill bit his lip, savouring the feel of her silken skin around his cock, her lips and tongue still working the head with abandon, driving him further into a state of frenzy. He was devoid of all rational thought, unable to do anything more than moan and thrust into her mouth, even if he’d wanted to.

“Tonks, oh gods, Tonks…” he moaned, the familiar sensation of desperate tension beginning to build up between his legs. And then he came hard, hot spurts splattering against her chest and her neck as she pulled away, pressing her damp, firm breasts tightly around him.

Finally, Bill’s movements slowed, and he lay there, fighting to catch his breath as Tonks reached for her wand, first cleaning up and then releasing his now aching hands from their bonds. He grabbed her and pulled her down against him, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and kissing her with every ounce of passion he could muster. “That was the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured.

“I’m so glad you liked it.” Tonks smoothed his hair off his damp face and smiled. “That was only for starters, love. There’s a lot more where that came from. Assuming you’ve got the strength for it.”

“I’ve got the strength for it if you do.” Bill craned his neck up and kissed enthusiastically. “Just you wait and see.”

All in all, this was definitely turning out to be a much better birthday than he’d expected.