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."
♥♥♥
Tonks had a quick shower, then dashed into the bedroom to get dressed. She pulled a dress out of the wardrobe; it was deep red, short and low cut, and hugged her curves in all the right places. Bill seemed to like her in it, and given that he'd gone out of his way to make her dinner after his long day at Gringotts, it seemed like wearing it was the least she could do to repay him. At least for now.
She shrugged into the dress, holding her breath as she laced up the corset-style bodice, and then slipped her bare feet into matching low-heeled shoes. The demands of the day had taken their toll; she was tired, and the hot shower had only lulled her into a more relaxed state. The last thing Tonks wanted was to fall asleep in the middle of things, especially when Bill had gone to the trouble of making sure they were alone for the evening.
There was a phial of Invigoration Draught sitting on the dresser. As Tonks grabbed it and swigged it down, the draught sent a chill up her spine as her head immediately began to clear. As she waited for the potion to work completely, she put on her make up, then used a quick Drying Spell on her hair. There was one final tousle of her hair followed by a last glance into the mirror to check her looks and then she headed down the stairs.
The parlour was glowing with candlelight — Bill had obviously lit every candle in the house while she was in the shower, and they now floated and bobbed gently near the ceiling.
"Nice," she said, coming into the dining room. The table was laid with Bill's best china, a bottle of chilled red wine in the middle. "Why am I getting the feeling that there's more to this than just wanting to make me a nice meal?"
Bill turned to reply, but as soon as his eyes lit on her, he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth open in surprise. Tonks felt herself blushing as his gaze washed over her and he let out a low wolf whistle. "You look fantastic."
"Yeah?" She fought the urge to look over her shoulder to make certain there was no one else standing behind her. Even after a year, it was sometimes hard to fathom that the man who had been married to — and given up — a Veela could want her instead.
"Yeah." His mouth curved up into an appreciative smile. "You're beautiful."
Tonks realised that Bill had smartened himself up as well. His hair was neatly combed and tied back in its customary ponytail, and he'd changed out of his work clothes and into something more conducive to a night out than a night in the kitchen. "Not even half as good as you, Weasley."
Bill snorted in amusement, then reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "Rubbish."
"So, what's all this about then?" Tonks looped her arms around his neck. "You're acting awfully cagey about things. Mysterious conversations with Teddy, a sudden interest in playing gourmet chef, going to all this trouble to set some sort of ambiance. It's not like you at all."
To her surprise, his expression changed to something bordering on wounded. "It's not? And here I thought I excelled at making things romantic for you. That's what I was aiming for, sweetheart."
"You did. I mean, you have. It's just..." Tonks huffed in frustration. "It's not our anniversary or anything, is it? I feel like I've forgotten something dead important."
"Can't a bloke just want to show his girl a nice time without there being some ulterior motive?" Bill asked. He reached up and tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers tracing along the shell of her ear.
"Other than sex, you mean?" A slight smile played on her lips as she kissed him.
Bill returned the grin as well as several kisses in short order. "Well, yes, other than sex."
"I suppose. It's just...well, it seems like there's more than usual going on here." She sighed softly. "It's all Moody's fault, you know. You're right —he trained me to be horribly suspicious about everyone and everything. Even my nearest and dearest. Him and his constant bloody vigilance."
Bill nodded slowly, his brow furrowing as if he was contemplating some very serious thoughts. "Ah, sod it," he said finally as he relaxed his hold on her. "This is obviously not going as planned, so I'm just going to have to improvise."
"Bill, what are you—"
"Sit down," he ordered, giving her a gentle push towards the chair.
"What...? But—"
"Dora, just sit down. Please?"
"Ah-all right." She settled in the chair, a knot starting to form in her belly. Bill looked so solemn that it was beginning to worry her. Had something happened that she wasn't aware of?
There was a sharp intake of breath as Bill stuck his hands in his pockets, clearly trying to steel himself to do something. It was unnerving to see her brave and normally unflappable Gryffindor boyfriend rattled, and Tonks didn't like it one bit. She began to tremble, a hundred and one scenarios suddenly playing out in her head, each one of them more dire than the next.
"Dora, I love you," Bill said, taking a step closer to her. "I absolutely love you. And I love Teddy too — I couldn't love him more if he were my own boy. Not that I'd ever try to take the place of his real dad, but..."
"I know that," Tonks said in reassurance. "He knows that too. You don't have to—"
"No, I do. I need you to know that. It's important." Bill was suddenly right in front of her, dropping to one knee and taking her hand in his much larger ones. He wrapped his fingers around hers; she could feel his hands shaking slightly.
"Bill, what's wrong?" She reached out with her free hand to caress his scarred cheek, the skin rough beneath her fingers. She locked her eyes on his as she tried to fathom what was bothering him while her heart thudded in her chest.
"Dora, I love you," he repeated. "I've realised I can't live without you." Bill closed his eyes and he swallowed hard before saying softly, "and I want to marry you."
"You want..." she started, the words coming out in a squeak.
"I want to marry you," Bill said, his voice stronger and more certain this time. "I want you and me and Teddy to be a proper family from now on. Tell me you do too."
Tonks wanted to tell him "yes", but the words caught in her throat as her eyes welled up with tears. She managed a quick nod, tightening her fingers around his. Bill leaned in and kissed her, his mouth warm and firm against hers.
"I love you," she finally whispered as Bill let her up for air. "I just can't believe you want to—" In all the time they'd been together, they'd never discussed marriage as an option. In fact, she'd thought Bill had been soured on the idea ever since his first marriage had failed. "You're certain you want to tie yourself to the Widow Lupin, mate, and look after a child who isn't yours? People might think—"
"First of all, I don't give a toss what other people think. None of that bothers me one bit," Bill countered, a hint of steel in his voice. "Second of all...'the Widow Lupin'? Makes you sound like you're a mad old cat lady like Arabella Figg, which you most certainly are not." He planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, then continued. "Teddy will be my boy too, and no one will ever dare question that. I couldn't love him anymore if he was mine. That's one of the things Teddy and I talked about today. I told him how much the two of you meant to me, and I asked him if he'd like it if I asked his mummy to be my wife, and would he mind me being his new daddy. Of course he said 'yes, please marry my mum. You'd be the best dad in the whole wide world...'"
"Prat!" Tonks blurted. "My son may be extraordinary, but I don't believe for a minute he actually understood one word of what you were wittering on about."
"Well, maybe I have exaggerated his answer a little, but he certainly seemed pleased at the prospect. So did your mum."
Her eyes grew wide in horror. "My mother? You told Andromeda before you asked me?"
"Of course. I reckoned I ought to make certain she'd be all right with me as her son-in-law, and to reassure her that I would take care of the both of you and always be there for you."
The formidable Andromeda had hardly been pleased when Tonks had decided to move in with Bill after dating for so short a time, worried that her daughter was on the rebound. She'd had plenty to say about Bill himself, and not just because he was one of Arthur and Molly Weasley's boys. Her mother had also refused to accept that Bill's split with Fleur could have been an amicable one, even though they were still friends. Fleur was currently living in Bulgaria with Viktor Krum, deliriously happy as the wife of an international Quidditch star, and Bill was deliriously happy for her.
"And how did she take it?"
Bill laughed. "She was over the moon that I was going to make an honest woman of you, actually."
"Well, if my son approves and my mother approves," Tonks mused, "then I suppose there's no getting out of it, is there? They'd never forgive me if I said 'no'."
"Neither would I," Bill replied, giving her a pointed look.
"Well, you've got your answer."
"Have I? I'm still waiting to hear you say 'yes'."
"Don't be a git, Weasley."
Bill arched an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.
"YES! I'll marry you." Tonks stuck her tongue out at him. "That better?"
"That's my girl." Bill pulled her in for another long, lingering kiss. It was several minutes before he unglued his lips from hers, digging one hand into his pocket to retrieve a small black velvet box. "You might want this then," he teased, offering it to her.
Tonks took it from him, opening the top to reveal a small, bright diamond set on an exquisitely wrought gold band. She let out a short gasp. "Bill, it's lovely. But it must've cost you a fortune. You shouldn't have—"
"You deserve the best of everything, love," he said softly. "I promise I didn't bankrupt us though. One of the perks of working for Gringotts is knowing goblins, and occasionally working out deals with them. It's goblin-made, the handiwork of a bloke called Sylmak who owed me a few favours. Of course, he'll probably come round trying to collect it back in about a hundred years."
"You just let him try! I'll fight him to the death to keep this!" Tonks exclaimed, her fingers closing around the box possessively. She beamed at Bill and then asked, "Would you put it on me?"
"I've never been so thrilled to do anything in my entire life." He kissed her again. "I want to give you everything you couldn't have the first time around, love."
Tonks extended her hand, giggling as Bill plucked the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger. She admired it from all angles, deciding that her boyfriend...no, fiancé had excellent taste.
Bill shuffled forward on his knees, settling himself between Tonks's splayed legs as he rested his hands on her thighs. "It's beautiful. Just like you."
"Slushy git," Tonks murmured, wrapping one arm around his neck and kissing him enthusiastically. Bill's arms went around her waist, tightening as they kissed, and suddenly, she felt an odd sensation, as if she were being forced through a very tight rubber tube..
And then there was a loud pop as they Apparated into their bedroom.
Tonks pulled away, cuffing him lightly on the shoulder. "Pillock! What did you do that for? You could've Splinched me!"
"Oi!" Bill exclaimed. "I knew what I was doing — and it seemed the fastest way to get you up here."
"You could've asked, mate." Tonks scowled. "What about that nice dinner you promised me?"
"Well," Bill smirked, "that's what Warming spells are for. It'll keep for a bit."
"And what if I was really peckish?"
He let out an exaggerated sigh. "If you're really hungry, we can eat. I just wanted to celebrate our engagement first." His eyes roved over her body, the hint of a lascivious smile on his lips. "You look so fucking good, Dora."
"Randy bastard."
"Yes." Bill took her hand in his. "You haven't got Splinched, have you?"
"No," she admitted, then smacked him again. "Next time give us a bit of warning, yeah?"
"Ow!" Bill moaned. He rubbed at the sore spot, jutting his lower lip out in a mock pout. "That hurt."
"Don't be such a baby, Weasley. I barely touched you."
"I think you ought to kiss it and make it feel better..."
She quirked an eyebrow and stared. "We are talking about your shoulder now, aren't we, mate?"
Bill seemed to consider the question, another smirk starting to creep onto his face. "We-ell, now that you mention it, other bits could use some attention too."
"Oh? And that would be where exactly?"
"Come now, woman. Surely you can't be that thick—umph!" Bill started, but before he could finish, Tonks had tackled him, knocking him squarely back on their bed. He landed with a dull thud against the mattress, Tonks firmly on top of him.
She straddled his hips, the short skirt of her dress riding up her thighs as she settled against him, kicking off her shoes. Leaning over him, she panted with exertion, her chest heaving, straining against the neckline of her dress. Bill stretched out, tucking his arms behind his head and grinning up at her as he admired the view of her cleavage. "Well, that's more like it. I'm glad to see we're finally on the same page, love."
"You really are a charming little git, aren't you, Weasley?" Tonks muttered. "I really don't know why I put up with you."
"Little? Little?" Bill arched up ever so slightly, his eyes locking on hers. She could feel his burgeoning erection through his trousers, pressing against her bare thigh. "I reckon I can prove you wrong on that account."
"Yeah?" Tonks ground her hips, causing Bill to let out a sharp gasp. He arched up again, rubbing shamelessly against her in response. "You think so, do you?"
"No." He snickered, desperately trying to maintain his usual cool. "I know so. I've never gotten any complaints before, least of all from you."
She cut him off with a kiss, already beginning to unbutton his shirt. Bill pulled her down further, one hand firmly on the back of her neck, the other burrowing under the hem of her dress to cup her arse.
Tonks squirmed at his touch, a low moan escaping from the back of her throat. Bill's mouth was hard on hers, his tongue darting between her parted lips, duelling with her own. His kisses grew increasingly urgent as he caressed her bottom with deft fingers, tugging down her knickers to come in contact with her bare skin.
She managed to get his shirt open, then off, his skin warm and soft beneath the flat of her hands as they skimmed over his pectorals and down his rib cage, her fingers playing with the smattering of ginger chest hair. Bill groaned as she tweaked his flat nipples, already hard to the touch.
He broke off their kisses to brush his lips over her chin, nuzzling at her throat and the pale expanse of skin below. Craning his neck up, Bill grabbed the laces of the dress's bodice with his teeth, tugging them open, then grinned triumphantly as the confining material began to part. Without warning, he twisted, flipping Tonks over on to her back and trapping her beneath him. "Much better," he said, voice husky with need. He yanked on the now-loosened laces until they pulled clean away, baring her breasts completely. He latched on to one taut nipple, sucking greedily while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Meanwhile, his free hand closed around her other breast, kneading gently.
Whimpering, Tonks shifted beneath him, wrapping one leg over his hip to caress his arse with her toes. Bill hummed and moaned against her skin as he lavished attention on one breast, then the other. Savouring the sensation of his teeth, lips and tongue on her, Tonks buried her fingers in his long hair, murmuring words of encouragement, pleading with him not to stop.
He didn't.
The kisses began to range lower as Bill worked his way to the undersides of her breasts, down her rib cage and over her belly. He made her squeal as he stuck his tongue inside her navel and nipped the soft flesh of her stomach.
Looking up, his eyes sparkling with roguish delight, Bill tugged at her dress, sliding the straps off her shoulders, before pulling it down over her hips, and then off completely. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers, easing them off before casually tossing both garments to the floor. With an appreciative growl, his gaze flickered down between her legs, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Tonks whimpered, her toes curling at the sound.
Bill parted her thighs and then settled between them. Lifting one knee, he draped it over his shoulder, his fingers brushing up the length of her inner thighs before parting her folds. He dragged his nose in the soft thatch of her pubic curls, inhaling deeply, the tip of his tongue flicking against her clit.
Tonks gasped in surprise, writhing beneath him as she clutched at his hair. She marvelled at Bill's ability to always know exactly how and where to touch her. From the first night they'd been together, he'd seemed to know instinctively where her most sensitive spots were without having to be told. It was a rare — and most appreciated — talent. Then again, it took an exceptional man to please a Veela, and from what little Bill had told her about his ex-wife, whatever problems there were between them had been decidedly outside the bedroom.
Chuckling, Bill dipped his head down again to lap at her folds, his tongue rough and hot as it rasped against her skin. His fingertips traced along the edges of her labia, then around the edge of her entrance, his touch feather light. She moaned, arching her back and pushing upwards; her moans grew louder as Bill slipped one finger inside her, followed by a second.
He began to move his hand in shallow thrusts, his tongue swirling against her clit relentlessly. Her hips rocked upwards, the pace accelerating as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. Her moans became desperate cries as she let go, her nails digging into Bill's shoulders. The orgasm was like a tidal wave of bliss washing over her again and again until she slumped back against the bed, spent.
Bill raised his head, his eyes dark with desire. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Tonks crooked her finger, beckoning him towards her. Bill crawled up the length of her body, finally propping himself up by the elbows on either side of her head. "Wotcher," she whispered, smoothing back his hair tenderly. "That was fantastic."
"So, no complaints then?" Bill chuckled, then stole a kiss from her.
"Don't be cheeky!" Tonks poked him in the ribs, causing Bill to squirm. "No, no complaints."
"Hmph. I've got one." Bill pressed himself against her belly, rubbing shamelessly, the fabric of his trousers rough against her skin. "A large one."
"I'll say." She slipped her hand between their bodies, palming his erection through his clothing. Bill's breath hitched as she touched him, his movements growing more frantic. "Most blokes wouldn't be complaining about it though."
"Dora..." Bill groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as she squeezed him.
With a wicked laugh, Tonks rolled Bill onto his back, then scrambled down to unfasten his trousers, quickly divesting him of the rest of his clothes. Trousers, pants and socks were thrown into a heap on the floor as she took in the sight of him. She never grew tired of seeing him like this, naked and ready for her. His body was rangy, well-muscled and fit, his skin pale and dappled with freckles, and the angry red stripes of werewolf-inflicted scars, although time and healing magic had faded them considerably. His cock, thick and long, jutted up along the line of his belly, the head just below his navel.
She ran her hands all the way up his legs to his hips, then along the curve of his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving in slow, deliberate strokes, making him groan once more. Draping one leg over his, Tonks settled on his thighs, then scooted forward to ease herself down on his length, clenching around him as she did.
Bill hissed in approval, his back arching as he pushed up against her. She pressed her thighs against his sides, rocking slowly on top of him. Bill's fingers dug into her as he gripped her hips tightly, keeping her steady. Tonks rose up on her knees, then slid down again, her eyes locked on his. The two of them soon fell into a comfortable rhythm which quickly increased in intensity until it was bordering on the frantic.
Bill's head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit his lower lip. A feral growl came from low in his throat as Tonks constricted around him again. "Fuck, Dora..." he groaned. "Feels so good."
"S'posed to," she breathed. She felt his hand skimming over her thigh, delving between her legs. She let out a gasp as the pad of his thumb found the nub of her clit, stroking lightly.
Bill responded with a wicked chuckle. "Not gonna do this alone."
"Mmmm. Love you."
"You. Too," he managed, his breathing turning to erratic and harsh pants. He tensed, then slammed up into her, holding her in an iron grip. She could feel the hot rush of his release as he spilled into her, his body wracking with violent shudders. Finally, his movements slowed, Bill relaxing beneath her.
Tonks let him pull her down to kiss her hungrily, his fingers still working her clit. Bill rolled to his side, taking her with him into a tangle of arms and legs, as he continued to touch and tease her.
"You don't have to—" she protested, one hand on his wrist.
Bill shook his head and flashed her a lazy grin as he increased the pressure, circling his fingers even faster. "Yeah, I do."
It didn't take long before she was coming again, this time harder than before. Bill clamped his mouth over hers, swallowing her moans, until she finally sagged against him, completely and utterly wrung.
"See, it was imperative. I like seeing you in this condition," he murmured, "and I intend to do it as often as possible."
"Won't be much of a wife if you do. I'll be bloody useless just lying about with a big smile on my face." Tonks snuggled up against him, nuzzling at the crook of his neck.
"Given your inability to do anything domestic, I'd say that might actually be an improvement." Bill's mouth quirked up into a smug grin. "I'd do anything to avoid your cooking—"
"Oi!" Tonks attempted to smack him, but Bill caught her wrist, bringing it up to his lips to kiss instead. "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"No," he conceded, then pulled her closer. "You're perfect just the way you are."
"Speaking of cooking, any chance of getting some grub soon? I'm suddenly famished."
"Worked up an appetite, did you?"
"Might've done."
Bill's grin grew wider. "Oh, I might let you up sooner than later. Can't have the future mother of my children wasting away on me, now can I?"
This time, she managed to cuff him on the shoulder hard enough to make him wince. "So, is that the only way you see me? As the future mother of your children?"
"Hardly," Bill replied. "You're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The partner I want to share everything with — including a family. The woman I love."
"That's better," Tonks said with a contented sigh. "Much better. I might even keep you."
He raised his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're going to have to anyway. I forgot to tell you earlier, but Sylmak put an ancient goblin curse on the ring which means you're stuck with me. Literally. You've accepted my proposal and there are no take-backs. Not now, not ever."
"Be careful what you wish for, mate," Tonks replied, stifling a yawn. "All that means is you're stuck with me forever."
"I think I can live with that..." Bill mused, nestling against her, one hand idly ruffling her hair. There was a pause, and then he snickered, "And luckily for me, I'm a Curse Breaker, so I'm not too worried about it if I can't."
"Pillock," she muttered, then gave his ponytail a sharp yank. "As an Auror, I can place you under house arrest in my custody for using unauthorized dark Goblin magic on unsuspecting women."
"Huh. And what's the sentence for that then?"
Tonks smiled to herself, suppressing a giggle. "Life."
Bill laughed, then kissed her once more. "Well, then, I reckon I've got to plead guilty as charged."