That was how Charlie Weasley felt when he was anywhere in the vicinity of Nymphadora ("don't call me that") Tonks. It had always been that way, from the moment they'd met at Hogwarts when she slammed into him in the Great Hall, she on the way out, he on the way in. Her hair had turned three different colours, but her cheeks had remained steadily red. And her eyes had locked on him as stream of words that included "wotcher" "sorry" "bollocks" and "clumsy" came from her full, pouty lips.
He was done by then. They'd gotten together a year later, and then had broken up the year after that. He'd claimed to everyone that it was a clean break, that he was fine. He didn't want to be tied down. This was, of course, a lie. But he concealed it with the multitude of all-too-willing witches that seemed to find their way into his bed. His heart belonged to Tonks, and watching her marry Remus (her hair a vibrant shade of electric purple) just about broke him - even though he knew she was happier with the werewolf than she'd probably ever be with a dragon wrangler. Then Teddy was born, and he knew it was over.
Until it wasn't. He'd kept his distance, after Remus died. He let her have her space. Then she came to him. And now here they were.
He held his breath as she straddled him on the floor in front of the fire, the shadows of the flames dancing on the dark walls. A puny Christmas tree shimmered in the corner. She was naked except for her boots. Her hair was cerulean blue, her mouth was dark burgundy, and her tits were a work of art, the skin a soft almond colour that made his mouth water. Small but full, with dark red nipples that currently resembled small cherries awaiting his lips. There were so many colours - and he loved them all.
She bent over him, tracing one bright blue fingernail along the fiery orange-yellow tail of the dragon tattoo on his shoulder. His cock twitched; he could feel it swelling and stiffening as her mouth formed a small smile. His eyes slid down her front to the place where her perfectly shaved pussy (the hair also cerulean blue) met the base of his cock. Whether unconsciously or not, she was sliding her hips just enough back and forth to create friction that was like fire on his skin. If he didn't fuck her soon, he would go mad.
"This is fucking beautiful," she murmured, her hazel-green eyes glinting in the firelight.
"You are fucking beautiful," he said, sliding his hands up her arms and tugging her forward. Her left tit came within range of his mouth, and he caught her nipple in his teeth. He tugged, and she purred. But still she looked at the dragon. She was mesmerized.
"I love the colours," she said.
His heart thudded like an anvil. "I love your colours," he said. "But mostly, I love you."
The words hung there, in the air, for a few excruciating seconds. He wasn't sure she'd say it back. But then Tonks smiled, and sat up on her knees. She spread her legs, inviting him in. Charlie braced his hands on her thighs and thrust up into her. She fell forward, breathing heavily as he filled her pussy with his massive, aching cock. Her mouth landed on his shoulder, on the dragon. She kissed it.
"I love you, too," she answered. Then slid his thumb over her clit and she moaned.
Pairing: Charlie/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Breathless.
That was how Charlie Weasley felt when he was anywhere in the vicinity of Nymphadora ("don't call me that") Tonks. It had always been that way, from the moment they'd met at Hogwarts when she slammed into him in the Great Hall, she on the way out, he on the way in. Her hair had turned three different colours, but her cheeks had remained steadily red. And her eyes had locked on him as stream of words that included "wotcher" "sorry" "bollocks" and "clumsy" came from her full, pouty lips.
He was done by then. They'd gotten together a year later, and then had broken up the year after that. He'd claimed to everyone that it was a clean break, that he was fine. He didn't want to be tied down. This was, of course, a lie. But he concealed it with the multitude of all-too-willing witches that seemed to find their way into his bed. His heart belonged to Tonks, and watching her marry Remus (her hair a vibrant shade of electric purple) just about broke him - even though he knew she was happier with the werewolf than she'd probably ever be with a dragon wrangler. Then Teddy was born, and he knew it was over.
Until it wasn't. He'd kept his distance, after Remus died. He let her have her space. Then she came to him. And now here they were.
He held his breath as she straddled him on the floor in front of the fire, the shadows of the flames dancing on the dark walls. A puny Christmas tree shimmered in the corner. She was naked except for her boots. Her hair was cerulean blue, her mouth was dark burgundy, and her tits were a work of art, the skin a soft almond colour that made his mouth water. Small but full, with dark red nipples that currently resembled small cherries awaiting his lips. There were so many colours - and he loved them all.
She bent over him, tracing one bright blue fingernail along the fiery orange-yellow tail of the dragon tattoo on his shoulder. His cock twitched; he could feel it swelling and stiffening as her mouth formed a small smile. His eyes slid down her front to the place where her perfectly shaved pussy (the hair also cerulean blue) met the base of his cock. Whether unconsciously or not, she was sliding her hips just enough back and forth to create friction that was like fire on his skin. If he didn't fuck her soon, he would go mad.
"This is fucking beautiful," she murmured, her hazel-green eyes glinting in the firelight.
"You are fucking beautiful," he said, sliding his hands up her arms and tugging her forward. Her left tit came within range of his mouth, and he caught her nipple in his teeth. He tugged, and she purred. But still she looked at the dragon. She was mesmerized.
"I love the colours," she said.
His heart thudded like an anvil. "I love your colours," he said. "But mostly, I love you."
The words hung there, in the air, for a few excruciating seconds. He wasn't sure she'd say it back. But then Tonks smiled, and sat up on her knees. She spread her legs, inviting him in. Charlie braced his hands on her thighs and thrust up into her. She fell forward, breathing heavily as he filled her pussy with his massive, aching cock. Her mouth landed on his shoulder, on the dragon. She kissed it.
"I love you, too," she answered. Then slid his thumb over her clit and she moaned.