springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-27 07:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill/tonks, fic, het |
Happy springsmut, gm_weasley!
Author: ragdoll
Recipient: gm_weasley
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks (past mentions of Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, and Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour)
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended
Summary: Tonks has had a very bad day at work, but it's about to get a whole lot better. However, it doesn't take an Auror to know that there's something suspicious about a man with romance on his mind.
Warnings: Shiny, fluffy, vanilla het sex
Word Count: ~5750
Author's Notes: gm_weasley, this one's for you. I loved all your requests and every one of your pairings, and intended to write them all. Unfortunately, like Bill here, my best laid plans went astray. However, I tried to write you the most fluffy, vanilla-y, silly, warm and happy fic I could possibly manage, and really hope you like it.
My heartfelt thanks to all my betas and, of course, to midnitemarauder for having the patience of several saints when it came to getting this turned in.
"Bill? Bill Weasley, where are you?" Nymphadora Tonks called as she entered Shell Cottage. Today had been an exceedingly long day and she was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a bath. She closed the door behind her, the scent of cooking meat, smoke and candle wax wafting into the entry way. "Bill?"
"Present and accounted for," said Bill, coming in from the kitchen, a wooden spoon in his hand. "Glad you're home, sweetheart. I was beginning to worry."
Tonks rolled her eyes as she shrugged out of her cloak. "The Ministry'd have sent you an owl if anything had happened, silly."
Bill snorted, closing the gap between them in a few quick strides, then pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Not even remotely funny, you know," he chided as he brushed back her hair from her face.
Tonks hoped he didn't notice it had been singed in spots. Today had not only been long, but difficult too. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her fingers twisting into his long ponytail. "You worry too much. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she insisted.
"I know that, but..." Bill let out a soft sigh. "There are still Dark Wizards out there who are looking to get their revenge on anyone who helped bring Voldemort down. And you, my darling Dora, are a most visible target." He mussed her hair with his long fingers, a slight frown forming on his lips as he noted the burnt ends. "I don't know what I would do if anything were to happen to you. Not to mention, Teddy would be beside himself. He's lost one parent already."
At those words, Tonks pulled away, glaring at him. "I think I'm bloody well aware of that," she said sharply. It had been two years since Remus's death at the Battle of Hogwarts and she still felt the loss, even if she had done her best to move on. Even though she'd been involved with Bill for almost a year, living with him nearly six months, not a day went by when she didn't think about her late husband. Crossing her arms over her chest, she bit at her lower lip, not really wanting to be angry with Bill, but his words had stung.
"I know," Bill replied, giving her his most contrite look. He reached for her, pulling her back into his arms. "Remus was my friend too, remember? I just...well, I don't ever want to lose you."
"You won't," she insisted, letting herself relax in his embrace. She leaned her head against his shoulder, tilting her head up to press her lips against the crook of his neck. "I promise."
"I'm holding you to that," Bill murmured, kissing the top of her head.
"You can hold me to anything you'd like, Head Boy." She drew in a deep breath, the smell of cooking meat making her mouth water. One of the greatest benefits to living with Bill was the promise of hot cooked meals on a regular basis. "So, what's the special occasion?"
"Special occasion?" he echoed, giving her an innocent look.
"Smells like you're cooking more than the usual fare. which to me means there's something unusual happening..." She suddenly realised the house was entirely too quiet. "And where is my son?" Usually Teddy greeted her when she came home, refusing to go to bed until he'd seen her, and she tucked him in at night. As much as he adored Bill, there were still some things he'd only do for his mother.
"Ah." Bill chuckled. "Ted's at your mum's tonight. We both agreed that you needed a night off from mummy duty. Suppose you could call that a special occasion."
"We?"
"Yes. Teddy and I had a nice long conversation about some very important things today, and he decided it was in your best interest for us to be alone for a change."
Tonks raised a sceptical eyebrow at that. "He's only two. I highly doubt—"
Bill pressed a finger to her lips, cutting her off. "Ah, ah, never underestimate the ability of a kid to understand things. He went to see his Gran without a fuss. I promise." He let his finger slide over her lips to her chin, tilting her head upwards. "As for dinner, I thought you deserved a proper meal for once. Reckoned you'd be too tired to go out anywhere, so I cooked it myself. There's filet mignon, roasted potatoes, salad, a nice bottle of wine, and sticky toffee pudding for pudding. Sound good?"
"Delicious. You're a man of many talents, Bill Weasley."
"I am," he conceded, then flashed her a cocky grin. "And that's why you love me."
"Who says?" Tonks laughed, then planted a firm kiss on his mouth. "Why do I think there's more to it than just wanting to give me a decent meal?"
Bill shrugged nonchalantly. "You Aurors and your suspicious natures...Old Moody would be dead proud of you, you know."
"Now I know you're up to something, Weasley." Tonks pursed her lips together, giving him a scrutinising stare. "You're acting far too innocent for your own good."
"That's because I am innocent," he insisted, then drew in a deep breath, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smug leer. "All right, it's a fair cop. I am harbouring the most indecent thoughts about what I want to do to you after we've finished eating. Assuming we get that far, of course."
"Ah." That was more like it. "So, cooking for me was just part of some elaborate scheme to seduce me?"
"That was the plan, yes."
She laughed again, wriggling against him. "It could work."
"I'm hoping."
Tonks pulled his head down to hers, kissing him again. "I think you've got a very good chance of succeeding. Only..."
"Only?"
"Well, would you mind awfully if I had a quick bath before we ate?" she asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I feel dead grotty right now, and probably smell like a cauldron full of brimstone blew up in my face. Which it did, I might add. Death Eaters have no sense of decency that way."
Bill's grin grew wider. "Next time, you'll just have to tell them that there was a bloke waiting at home desperate to get into your knickers and he would appreciate it if they sent you back sparkling clean and smelling of roses and lavender rather than a dragon midden..."
"A dragon midden?" Tonks let her lower lip jut out into what she hoped was a fetching pout. "Are you saying I smell like your brother?"
"And just how do you know what Charlie smells like?" Bill raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Oh, honestly, Bill," Tonks scoffed. "You can smell the bloke a mile away whenever he comes in from Romania. He reeks of dragon for at least a day or two."
"Hmmm." Bill leaned in, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. "For the record, you don't smell a thing like my little brother. You smell exactly like you."
"Charmer."
"I do my best."
"I still would like to have a bath before we eat, and change my clothes too." Despite Bill's insistence to the contrary, Tonks knew her work robes were filthy and smelly. The last thing she wanted to do was sit down to a nice meal feeling as grubby as she did.
Bill pretended to consider the request, stroking his scarred chin thoughtfully. "Oh, all right then. I suppose you'd better, or you'll be moaning about it all night long." He hooked one long finger under the neck of her robes, brushing gently along the line of her collarbone. "Of course, you could just take off your kit and then I could make you moan all night long—"
"Don't think so, mate."
"Aw, Dora, you never let me have any fun—" This time, it was Bill's turn to pout.
"Oi!" She gave him a cool stare. "I never let you have any fun? Really?"
He gave her a sheepish, sidelong glance. "Well, all right, you do some of the time, but..."
Tonks cut him off with a shake of her head. "You let me wash up and change my clobber, and I'll let you have plenty of fun later."
"Yeah?" Bill seemed mollified by the offer. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
She gave his hair a playful tug, then grinned. "I'd say a little bit of both."