Title: All the Right Words
Author: lunalovepotter
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Tonks; background Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Dirty Talk
Word Count: ~ 1,313
Summary Description: Post-war AU in which Remus is dead and there is no Teddy. Charlie and Tonks engage in a little "war of words" after attending a wedding.
Author's Notes: Pretty much PWP without any plot to speak of. Thank you to ragdoll for giving me the extra time to finish, and to almond_joyz for the last-minute beta.


"That was romantic, wasn't it?" Tonks smiled as she let her decorative shawl slip from her shoulders. She draped it over the back of the chair and then bent over to peel off her leather combat boots. "I love weddings. Harry and Ginny are so bloody cute together."

"Yeah, they are. Very cute," Charlie said in a distracted tone that caused her to glance over her shoulder curiously. He was leaning against the dining table in his gray wedding suit. He'd removed his jacket and loosened his pale blue tie, with the top two buttons on his shirt opened. He crossed his arms across his broad chest, giving her a clear once over with a smirk on his lips.

"What?" Tonks arched a brow and turned around, planting her hands on her hips.

"Nothing. I just find it incredibly sexy that even though you're wearing that fancy, flirty bridesmaid's dress you still have on bloody combat boots." Charlie stood up from the table and stalked toward her, his movements fluid and purposeful. He reminded her every inch of a wild animal with the glint in his eyes.

"It is quite flirty, isn't it?" Tonks grinned. She did a little twirl in the knee-length pale blue silk taffeta dress, a sleeveless confection with an empire waist, and beaded lace overlay. The skirt billowed out around her. "Not usually my style, but I kind of like being…you know, feminine, once in awhile. It was nice of Ginny to include me in the wedding, considering we're not really that close."

"It definitely suits you. I also like that shade of blue in your hair." Charlie reached for her hand, lacing his strong calloused fingers with hers as he tugged her closer. His eyes traveled over her body, glancing down and then quickly sweeping up her torso. They paused at her breasts before meeting her eyes. "And yes, it was nice of my sister to ask you."

"Although from the look on your mum's face, she didn't much care for the boots, I reckon." Tonks chuckled.

"No, she probably didn't," Charlie admitted with a grin. "Of course now that all is said and done, I'd like to see you out of that dress, buck naked and between the sheets of my bed."

A flock of butterflies took off in Tonks's chest. They'd been together for awhile now, having been each other's source of comfort after the war as they mourned her husband and his brother; Charlie had that way about him that still made her feel slightly out of control. It reminded her of their first - very brief and very sexual - relationship when they were both at Hogwarts. She arched her brow. "Oh really?" she purred. "What else would you like to see?"

Charlie cupped her face with his free hand. He slowly swept his thumb along her cheekbone. He leaned close, whispering as his lips grazed her ear. "I'd like to see your smooth, soft skin and your pussy, the hair the same shade as your head, with your legs spread wide and your cherry red nipples so hard for me. I want you to play with your perfect tits, while moaning my name and begging me to fuck you."

"Do you, now?" Tonks licked her lips, slowly winding her tongue around the circumference of her mouth. She felt her nipples contract under the dress, and her pussy throbbed. "Well, I'd like to see your huge, swollen cock all hard and ready for me, with the fire from that hot dragon tattoo coiling around your shoulder. I'd like to watch the fire lick at your nipples as I put my mouth around you and slide my tongue over your shaft like a snake. I'll trace it over every ridge and vein. I want to feel the blood pulsing through it, and taste your salty pre-come in my mouth. I want to watch your hips thrust and see you bite your lip as you try not to scream while I make you wait for that sweet release."

Charlie's arm coiled around her waist, and with his body pressed against hers, he began to walk her backward in the direction of the bedroom. He fastened his lips to her neck while she trailed her fingers through his short spiky hair. He usually wore it longer, but gave in to his mother's insistence that he cut it for the wedding. Tonks had to admit that as much as she liked the longer hair, the shorter version was not altogether disagreeable. "I'd like to stick my fingers inside your slick, wet pussy one by one and feel your body clench around my hand. I want to rub the pad of my thumb over your hot, aching clit and make you come. Then I want to take my fingers out and suck on them, to taste you on my tongue," he growled.

"Mmm, and what do I taste like?" Tonks was growing hot, and the dress was feeling suddenly very tight. Her hands traveled down his back and cupped his arse, giving it a good hard squeeze as a roll of desire coursed through her. Charlie's breath hitched, and his cock brushed her inner thigh. She glanced down, her mouth watering at the sight of it bulging in his trousers. She wondered vaguely if he was even wearing anything underneath. It would be just like him to tease her that way.

"Everything I love, all at once." Charlie alternately licked and nuzzled the side of her neck. His hands pressed into the small of her back, and gently slid up along her spinal column. She felt the top of her zipper begin to give.

"Bollocks, that's a bloody fantastic answer." Tonks swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly very dry, her tongue like a swollen sponge. They moved into the bedroom.

He chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Your turn."

Tonks slid her right hand forward and touched his cock through his trousers. He hissed, and his hips jerked involuntarily. Feeling a thrill of arousal, she continued. "Do you like it better when I fuck you with my mouth, or my pussy?"

"Actually, I've always had a fondness for fucking your tits." His right hand slid up over her waist and cupped her small but full breast, kneading it roughly in his palm. He worked his thumb over her nipple until it rose into a hard peak. The dress had a built-in bra, relieving her of the need to wear the actual garment. His touch was electric, even through the dress. "They're just the right size for my cock. I want to fuck them over and over again, and watch my come spill out all over your body and then lick it off you."

Holy shit. She nearly came right then and there. "Would you like to do that right now?" she squeaked, her lips slackening.

"What do you think?" Charlie claimed her mouth quickly, driving his tongue inside and intertwining it with hers in an intimate, erotic dance. His other hand grabbed her arse and picked her up, only to drop her onto the bed seconds later. She felt her dress fall away. Charlie undressed in front of her, peeling away every layer to delicious effect until he stood over her with a powerful, hungry look in his eyes and his straining cock cradled in his hands.

Tonks licked her lips, her heart pounding with anticipation. She played her fingertips across her breasts, pinching her hard, aching nipples. "What are you waiting for, Weasley?" she said, her voice wavering with the weight of her desire. She lifted and spread her legs, knees bent, and planted her feet firmly on the mattress. She saw him start to pounce and then she closed her eyes, smiling as she felt him straddle her, his cock pushing through the valley between her breasts.