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Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in percy_ficathon, @ 2008-06-15 11:34:00

A gift for luvscharlie!
Author: ???
Giftee: luvscharlie
Title: Imagining It
Pairing: Percy/Tonks, (Bill/Tonks)
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 3,600
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit is being made.
Summary: He was fantasising about his brother's girlfriend. It was sick. He probably was too. But Tonks was gorgeous, and clever, and she worked for the Ministry, and she'd been wearing a low-cut pink top that clung to curves that were Merlin's gift to the horny adolescent male, and he was an eighteen year old boy who had read a lot on the subject of raging hormones. So he probably couldn't help it.
Author's Notes: I really hope you like it, luvscharlie! ♥ Thanks to my beta-reader for much hand-holding.


i.

His hands find her waist, no, one hand settles at her waist, the other finds its way into her hair, and she moans his name and their mouths lock in a passionate kiss...

What the fuck?

It sounded like something out of one of the books his mother claimed must have been left by Great Aunt Muriel, and weren't hers, honest. It was illogical, improbable, and suddenly not remotely hot.

She reaches behind her to unhook her bra. He gazes at her. She is beautiful, he thinks, and he tells her so before lowering his mouth to her left breast. He cautiously touches his tongue to her nipple, and Tonks moans and gasps his na...

He was fantasising about his brother's girlfriend.

It was sick. He probably was too.

But Tonks was gorgeous, and clever, and she worked for the Ministry, and she'd been wearing a low-cut pink top that clung to curves that were Merlin's gift to the horny adolescent male, and he was an eighteen year old boy who had read a lot on the subject of raging hormones.

So he probably couldn't help it.

Tonks (naked, beautiful, perfect) sinks onto the bed and pulls him down after her, or maybe they don't have the patience to go to the bed and he just pushes her against a wall and she wraps her legs around his waist, and he pushes inside her and...

That just sounded uncomfortable, although he supposed he could use an arm to cushion her back from the wall or something. Maybe the bed was a surer bet?

So they're on the bed, and he's kissing her, and she whimpers something about how amazing he is...

(As if)

...and he kisses her deeply, then gently kisses her neck, her ear, her shoulder, and when he reaches her neck, maybe he licks her collarbone, or gently bites it or something, although that might be painful, and by the time he reaches her stomach, she's begging him to make love to her (although this being Tonks, it's entirely possible that that isn't the exact vocabulary)...

(And seriously, what kind of prat uses words like 'vocabulary' when they're wanking??)

...and so he does.

And she's soaking wet so he enters easily ... although aren't you maybe meant to do something with your fingers or your tongue or something first? ... oh bugger that ...

(Didn't know you were into that kind of thing, Perce.)

(Oh shut up.)

...and he establishes a hard, fast rhythm that makes Tonks moan his name again, or maybe it's slow and teasing, and either way, she comes, violently...

(Interesting word choice, that.)

...and cries out his name...

(Because that wouldn't draw the parents' attention)

...at the same time he screams hers, and it's... amazing...and ohMerlinyes... and he collapses on her, panting.

(And you might want to stop lying there imagining how she looks afterwards and find some tissues and put your trousers back on before Bill or Charlie walks in, you arse.)

(Speaking of which, it'll be on public display if you don't hurry. the hell. up.)

ii.

Bill's hands were on Tonks's breasts, and for that, he surely had to die.

The music in the background was all wrong (too loud, too shouty, overpowering bass line, and the quality was awful – obviously ripped from a concert or something), and Percy thought that, if Bill was allowed to feel her up, he might at least do it properly. Tonks didn't seem to care, though, and her hands fisted in Bill's hair as she kissed him.

"I love you, babe," Bill said, and Percy wondered how she could possibly believe it, coming as it did from the mouth of a horny bloke. She seemed to, though, and when Bill took ages to unhook her bra and throw it to the ground, she didn't object.

The bra had been half-cupped and revealing enough to leave very little to the imagination of the average teenage boy, but Percy almost forgot that he was supposed to be hiding behind the door in his haste to lean forward and study her bared breasts in proper detail.

He had imagined them wrong – slightly too big, nipples a shade too pale – and Bill seemed to have far more idea what to do with them, cupping one and rolling her nipple between his fingers so that Tonks moaned his name, lucky bastard.

(You had a girlfriend once. You told Penny you liked somebody else, and dumped her, remember?)

(Though you told the truth, because you certainly do fancy somebody else. One hell of a lot.)

Oh shit.

He was getting his kicks from watching his own brother feel up his girlfriend, for Merlin's sake. It was cheap, and crap, just like Bill's music, and he was pathetic, and she was perfect, and why did life always choose to vomit in his in-tray?

(Oh grow some balls and ask her out, or shut up complaining, you pathetic little wanker.)

iii.

"Percy, I've been thinking. Bill isn't the one for me after all..."

(Yeah. And pigs fly south for the winter.)

Okay then. "I've always had this thing for redheads. I don't suppose you'd like to...?"

(Er, why not just go and screw her red-headed boyfriend? Or Charlie, who I needn't remind you is her age, and has an anatomically accurate Hungarian Horntail tattooed in one place you can guarantee Mum won't see it, and is therefore far cooler than you'll ever be. Moron.)

"Bill and I had a long night in a hot tub planned. You could always join in..."

(Oh Merlin's ingrown toenail, you did not just think that!)

Right, then.

"I'm sorry Bill," says Tonks, though she doesn't look at all apologetic. "It's not you, it's me..."

Except that that's a cliché, and it wouldn't be true.

"It's not me, it's you?"

Better, but it still lacks a certain something.

"Sorry, mate, but I've decided to run off into the sunset hand-in-hand with your brother. There's just something about the spectacles I find irresistible, you see."

(Have you been sniffing Mrs Skower's?)

"Despite the fact that you are the definition of cool, share my tastes in music, have been my boyfriend for years and I put up with you buggering off to Egypt for months at a time, and you are generally considered 'hot' by every female of our acquaintance who isn't a relative, I have decided that I would be better off with your little brother Percy."

(Even though he is a workaholic, has never been to a concert in his life and wouldn't know the Weird Sisters if they danced around singing on his desk, and has only slept with one person.)

"And he's far better in bed. A bigger man that you'll ever be, if you catch my meaning...."

(Excuse me while I mock you. And you'd have to be being very generous to refer to that as 'sleeping with' anybody.)

iv.

"Wotcher, Percy," said Tonks when he walked into the kitchen.

Bill acknowledged him with a curt nod, which told him that he was still his little brother, even if he had just left school...

(And regularly got off on thinking about doing all sorts of... stuff with his girlfriend.)

"Bill tells me you've got a job at the Ministry." Tonks rather gave the impression that she was humouring him or making polite conversation, but she was the only person other than his Mum and Dad who had seemed even remotely bothered, and he adored her for it. "Which department are you in?" she asked.

"International Magical Co-operation," he said, and her smile became forced, as if she was struggling to find a question to ask.

(And you're bloody lucky she's even going to that much trouble.)

"Is that Crouch's department?"

He nodded...

(Stop looking at her breasts – it really can't be attractive.)

(Although they certainly are.)

(Seriously, stop it!)

...and managed to do a decent impression of a human being who was engaged in polite discussion with his. brother's. girlfriend.

"Who cares?" said Fred, walking in and catching the word 'department', which at least saved Percy the trouble of composing a thoughtful question about what it was like to work in the Ministry, or ask her if she happened to know what Crouch was like. Bill and Tonks smiled, and Percy adjusted his glasses and then pretended to be very interested in tying his shoelace, even though it hadn't been undone.

(Idiot.)

v.

"My God, you're hot," he says, looking down at her and appreciating the picture she makes, lying there waiting for him. Her pale skin is flushed, contrasting nicely with the dark red sheets, and the moonlight brings out the paler highlights in her blonde hair. He inhales deeply, smelling a hint of the peachy perfume she often wears mingling with a musky scent that has to be her.

"Percy, please," she says, and he thrills at the thought of a woman begging for him, even if he is only imagining it.

"You need me, don't you?" he says...

(Oh, state the obvious, why don't you? This is your fantasy, of course she bloody needs you.)

...and Tonks nods.

"You've been very naughty, though, spending all that time pretending you wanted to be with Bill. Turn over on to your stomach..."

(You must be kidding, you perve.)

Tonks eyes him, half-wondering if he's joking, then blinks when she realises he certainly isn't. Her expression changes, confusion becoming thoughtfulness, and then she seems to reach a decision and obeys him.

He sits on the bed beside her, rubbing his hands in a circle over her back, then down to cup her bum and run down her thighs. When he returns to her bottom, he raises his palm, and brings it down on her right cheek.

The pink patch of skin that blossoms contrasts with the sheets too, but she doesn't match, and Percy amends the situation – smack! – because he always did like symmetry. He pauses to stroke her skin, which has heated a little, and she arches into his touch, and she moans (as does he) when he smacks her again.

But he was hard long before he started this, and he needs more, and he urges her to turn over and presses into her, and when she gasps and says, "Harder!" he obeys, and he doesn't last long, but it doesn't matter because it's. bloody. good. while. it... oh holy mother of Merlin... lasts.

(And then you remember your manners and help her out, I hope, you self-centred prick.)

vi.

"Can I take your coat?" he asked, and Tonks chuckled.

"If you want," she said, shrugging out of it, "though you know I can hang it up myself, right?" Percy coloured, and she smiled at him. "Ta, Percy. Where's Bill?"

She'd been around a lot in the past week; usually, Bill went to her flat when he was in the country at all, but it seemed to Percy that Bill was keeping her hanging around on purpose, just to annoy him. "Helping Mum peel potatoes in the kitchen."

"Ah, home cooking." She smiled, and Percy wondered if he'd solved the mystery of what they were doing at the Burrow so often at the moment. "I think I'll go and help," she said, and Percy followed her, hanging her purple coat on the first hook he passed.


Molly greeted her fairly amicably, but waved away her offer of assistance. Bill put his wand down, leaving the potatoes to peel themselves (quite literally, though his mother tutted when half of them fell on the floor and she had to rinse them).

"Wotcher, Bill," Tonks said, slipping her arms around his neck and rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Percy turned away, stomach lurching, and took over peeling the potatoes for something to do.

"How's life in the Auror department, Tonks?" asked Molly, and Tonks frowned.

"Not as good as I'd hoped. I figured they sponged off all the cra... boring jobs on the trainees and the qualified Aurors got the fun jobs, but it turns out you still get the dull ones if you're the youngest Auror there, trainee or not. I've spent most of the week writing up reports on Black sightings. A woman in Doncaster claimed she saw him working in her local fish and chip shop the other day, and they had to dispatch three trained professionals just to check she was imagining it."

Percy tried not to start at the word 'imagining'.

"Ah well," said Bill. "You've got it better than Perce, anyway. Is that seven weeks of investigating the size of cauldron bottoms now?"

"Six," he corrected, flushing.

Tonks looked sympathetic. "At least you can liven the report up with 'Does my bottom look big in this?' jokes, I suppose. But you can only do that so often."

Bill shook his head. "This is Percy we're dealing with," he said.

Molly looked disapproving, and said, "Leave your brother alone, dear"; Bill shrugged; Tonks looked thoughtfully at Percy, who was struggling not to look at Tonks' bottom, and wishing she hadn't mentioned it.

vii.

"And this is my office," he says, and invites her inside. She looks around, and asks intelligent questions about the photos on the desk and the map on the wall, but let's skip that and cut to the chase, because Bill could barge in at any moment."I just have to finish this memo, and I'll be with you," he says, his tone apologetic. "The Minister asked me specially, you see, so it can't wait."

Tonks nods, and hops onto the corner of his desk to wait for him, and he scribbles furiously. When he's finished, Tonks smiles at him and says, "We've still got twenty minutes till dinner. Whatever shall we do with ourselves?" She gives him a seductive smile, and pulls him towards her.

He stands between her knees and kisses her, one hand trailing up her thigh to her knickers, and finding her wet. He smirks. "You wouldn't have been thinking about doing this, would you?" he asks, and Tonks grins.

"Guilty as charged. Very."

He lowers her back to lie on his desk (his papers get a bit disorganised, but he can't bring himself to care) and he covers her body with his. He reaches up to take his glasses off, but Tonks mumbles something into his neck, which she is kissing, about, "Leave them on." She sighs and her hands tangle in his hair, while his move to unbutton her blouse. She clearly thinks it's a good idea, because she follows his example and undoes his shirt, and soon he has a naked woman on his desk, legs dangling over the edge, and he's moved to sit in his executive chair so that his head is brought level with the juncture of her thighs.

He licks at her clitoris, and her body arches, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning back, and he licks his way down to her...

(To her what? 'Vagina' sounds far too clinical. but 'cunt' doesn't bear thinking about, and the same goes for all those metaphors in Mum's books – 'the delicate flower of her sex, little more than a bud, but blossoming under the glorious attentions of his rough, hot, wet tongue; blossoming along with her need for his velvety manhood' springs to mind)

(Oh, great. Way to spoil the moment)

...her body arches, and he licks his way downwards.

(Wimp.)

He glances up at her, and is flattered to note that she's breathing deeply, stomach muscles tensed, and he can tell her pulse is racing from the way the hollow of her throat quivers. She opens her eyes to see why he's stopped, and he apologises and gets on with it.

(She is beautiful when she loses control.)

viii.

"What do you mean, you've met some bint at the bank?"

For once, Percy wasn't deliberately eavesdropping, but Tonks' clear voice always carried, and she was currently shouting.

"She's French," said Bill. "And part Veela."

"Oh for Merlin's sake! As if that makes it any better!"

"I know. I'm sorry." He sounded it too. "It's just... we've been drifting for a while, right? I mean, it was okay when I was still in Egypt all the time, but I reckon maybe we both grew up a lot while I was away, and... Fleur's perfect."

"By 'perfect' I take it you mean attractive and a good fuck?"

"What? I've never... I'm just helping her improve her English! But I think maybe... Tonks, wait! Let me explain!"

Percy frowned, wondering if he was imagining it. He blinked, but the stamping as Tonks stormed out of Bill's room and down the stairs continued, evidently real. A bit of plaster dust went in his eye to prove it.

Part of him suggested taking advantage of the fact that she was now, certainly, no longer his brother's girlfriend, and chasing after her and telling her she was wonderful. But she was probably upset, and it wouldn't be brotherly, and he had a lot of work to do at the Ministry, what with the Triwizard Cup, and she had just slammed the door behind her.

(Call yourself a bloody Gryffindor?)

ix.

They aren't anywhere special, and it certainly isn't their first time, far from it, and her eyes glow with familiarity when she looks at him. "I love you," she says, and he whispers it back, and then he leans forward to touch his lips to hers. She leans into him, and the kiss deepens almost immediately, and his fingers stroke her hair, which is her natural brown. (Molly asked her what her natural colour was once, and she'd looked uncomfortable and changed the subject the moment she'd told her.)

His mouth moves from her lips to scatter light, teasing kisses along her cheekbone and the delicate skin of her ear, and then he moves down her neck to swirl his tongue in the hollow of her throat, which makes her gasp. He's careful not to move too lightly when he reaches her shoulders, knowing which spots to avoid for the moment because they are ticklish, and his kisses increase in fervour when he reaches her chest.

She isn't Metamorphosed (he asked her not to be) and her breasts are faintly uneven, or maybe they're smaller than he has ever seen them, but she is beautiful for it, and maybe he kisses faint silvery remains of stretch marks on her stomach that she always takes care to morph away. They are the imperfections that make her beautiful, he thinks, and he whispers this to her when she wraps her legs around his waist, feet locking at the base of his spine, and pulls him back to her.

Tonks rolls them both over so that she straddles his hips, and he sits up to kiss her while she reaches down and guides him into her. His hand on her waist guides her movements while the other hand massages her clit, and while they don't climax together, he comes almost immediately after she does, and they cling together while they regain their breath.

He helps her move off him, then they lie down and she cuddles into his side and falls asleep with his arms around her. His arm starts to ache, but it hardly matters, and when she mumbles something in her sleep, he pretends he can make out what it was and whispers, "I love you too."

It's perfect, or close to it.

(And none of it will ever be real.)

x.

He saw her sitting alone at the Ministry party in April. It was the fifth or sixth Ministry function of the year, and he was bored silly with them, but she looked stunning, wearing midnight blue dress robes that he hadn't seen before. Her hair was red, although coppery rather than full-on Weasley ginger, and when he took the seat beside her, he struggled to limit himself to an offhand, I-might-have-been-your-brother-in-law-once-but-I-suppose-I-won't-be-now-ish, "You look lovely."

"Thanks," she said, smiling at him.

"How have you been?"

She shrugged. "So-so. You?"

"Same."

There was silence for a while; they had had conversations in the past if they happened to meet at work, but they always began with Percy striking up awkward small talk and relying on Tonks' chattiness to convert it into a discussion. Now, though, she seemed uncharacteristically quiet, but when he commented on it, she only said, "Sorry. I'm thinking."

He almost got up to fetch them drinks, but she stopped him, saying, "Perce, can I have a word before you go?"

He nodded, and sat, giving her his full attention.

"It's just... No, this is stupid. Except, I... I kind of got the impression, a while ago, that maybe you liked me? A little? Possibly? Maybe I was imagining it, but..."

There was a temptation to leap on her and snog her very publicly, but Mr Crouch would surely not approve (if he was around, which he didn't often seem to be at the moment) so he restrained himself to a nod and a nervous half-smile.

Tonks grinned, confidence partially restored. "Oh thank Merlin, or that would've been really embarrassing and I'd've had to Obliviate you or something. Anyway. I was just wondering if maybe you fancied going out for coffee sometime? Or dinner, if you prefer?"

He glanced at her, wondering if she was serious.

(Sometimes opposites attract you know – and you should know, the way you've been perving over her – and the opposite of 'pink-haired, permanently cheerful, happy-go-lucky Hufflepuff, amazing yet dumped by stupid and unappreciative brother (yours, not hers)' probably is somewhere around 'bespectacled Gryffindor without sense of humour but with ruler-straight parting and a liking for Bach and Earl Grey who dumped own girlfriend in favour of her'.)

Percy smiled. "Dinner sounds lovely," he said, taking her hand. "I don't suppose you like Chinese food, do you? There's a lovely restaurant just outside Aberdeen. It's on the Floo network. I'd love to show it to you. If you want to?"

(And about time too.)