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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-04 12:21:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, day 14, dean winchester, location: thrift store, nymphadora tonks, open

Who: Tonks and..OTA
Where: The Thrift Shoppe
When: Day 14, around 1045am
What: Tonks wants new clothes
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

Reminder: The Thrift Shoppe is the site where all five reactions combine.

Today was a good day. Tonks could feel it. So good, in fact that she was quite giggly while cruising along the path toward the thrift store. The witch needed new threads like whoa. Her poor jeans were still quite holey (more holey than normal) since they hadn't been fixed up with the magical reset. Holey. Holy. She started laughing at the wordplay. "Should give my clothes a right proper burial, bein' holy and all." This was spoken conversationally. But there was no one around.

All the same, the woman with the pink-and-green striped hair was bouncing along closer to the store. "When I'm out walkin' I strut my stuff, an' I'm so strung out.." Not too bad of a singer, but dancing was out of the question. She twirled around and strutted her stuff like the song said, but only ended up tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground. "Oi!" Looking quite put out, she stayed there for a minute and then started giggling at herself and laid back on the ground, right in the middle there. And why not? It was as fine a place as any.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 12:41 am UTC (link)

Dean had been out walking toward the pharmacy because apparently that was were silly billy Lexie had decided to hole up and eat her heart out. He wanted to be sure she was magically delicious. No, wait, he wanted to be sure she was okay. Oh his head felt funny and there was still that lingering unicorn trailing him down the road. He'd asked it nicely to go home but the darn thing just wanted to come along.

He heard a singing voice, it was a girl. Not the first girl singing voice he'd heard since venturing out this morning but this one might be real because there on the ground was a giggly girl! Oh and he recognized her too even as he stumbled over his own feet a bit drunkenly and giggled himself. Damn, Winchester. Giggling?

What the fuck was going on here? Did it matter? No, it really didn't. Except now that he saw Tonks lying there he had the sudden urge to kiss her. What? That couldn't be right, could it? Oh yeah, that pink hair. Those pipes. He was on his knees beside her. "Tonks! You need some help there, my little violent femme?" he asked, chuckling as his tummy began to rumble. When was the last time he'd eaten?

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 01:00 am UTC (link)

"Deany-Dean!" Eyes had been closed, watching the colours behind her eyelids, but she'd know the voice anywhere. Tonks had a good memory for that sort of thing. Her gaze flashing open, the witch grinned impishly and sat up quick. This was only to grab him and tug him down with her in a hug.

"Glad to see you're alright!" And she was too. Tonks was glad for a lot of things right now. Like holding on to someone as she was holding on to Dean. Was that normal? Bah. Who cared. She grinned again and suddenly rolled as to be leaning her chin on his chest. "Didya see all the colours? They must have painted the buildings! I sorta want to change my hair to that one that's like a peacock." So, what she wanted she did. And hair shifted from pink and green to add more blues and purples in there as well.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 01:07 am UTC (link)

Oh! He was being hugged? That felt good. That was good. Er. That wasn't good. Right? He hugged her back and gave her a kiss on the cheek before thinking maybe Lexie would be unhappy if she saw him swimming on the ground with Tonks. He would be a good boy except she was such a pretty girl and she felt so much like a girl in his arms.

He shot up again, coughing and giggling, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Sorry, um, how have you been?"

He watched her hair shift and change colors. "Wow," he whispered. He was treated to something more than her natural morphing ability as her hair seemed to be a sort of peacock-colored fire on the top of her head. It flickered and crackled and the colors melted in and out of each other which vaguely reminded him of candy. Right, candy like taffy being pulled in a sweet shop. His stomach gurgled again.

"Do you have any candy?" he asked, bursting out in a set of giggles again as he tried to look at her but all he could manage was a cross-eyed expression.

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 01:41 am UTC (link)

"Very very happy that my foot isn't broken anymore. See?" She wriggled it around, easy as could be, sitting up once he sat up. "What's my shifting look like? I've always wondered that. Used to stare at m'self for hours in the mirror, tryin'a catch a change, but it always just looked like me. Then not me." There must have been something about Dean that made Tonks open up so easily. Not that she was Miss close-to-the-chest about most things, but well..It had never seemed like a good time to talk so much about herself. Until now.

The kiss on the cheek returned, she shook her head and started giggling at the look he gave her. "No, but if you do that again, maybe I'll find you a chocolate or something." Because it was silly. Now that he mentioned it though, her stomach was gurgling too. "I'd murder for some chips!" Yummy, crispy fried potatoes just for her..Mm.

Briefly, Tonks wondered what was going on. Maybe Luna's Cheering Charm on steroids. But then she shook her head. It was just a good day, and she was in a good mood and good company.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 01:50 am UTC (link)

He watched her display her foot and her toes wiggled like five pink piggies, snorting and squealing. So that's what they meant when they called toes piggies. He grinned and nodded, "I'm glad your foot isn't broken anymore too. I had broken hands from saving Luna. You know, I used to really like Luna. And I tried some things to get her attention but she just never seemed to realize I was alive. First time in my life. What do you think of that?"

Normally he'd wonder why he'd be spilling his guts to her, a relative stranger he'd only met once before whilst trying to get her to safety during a crisis. But now, while Ernie the Unicorn looked on and her hair flickered and crackled on her head, he was fine and dandy with it all.

"Your shifting is pretty! I've never seen anything so beautiful before in my life," he confessed, with a look in his eye that was not at all innocent. She'd kissed his cheek back. Except he was starving suddenly. Chips? No, it needed to be something more than chips or candy.

"What would you say to a big bag of pork rinds?" he asked, imagining the satisfaction of crunching into pure, crispy fat. It made him almost drool on himself and he burst out giggling again.

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 01:56 am UTC (link)

"Sometimes, some people are blind to what's in front of them. Too busy seeing what's around." It would have sounded quite zen and wise, if Tonks wasn't so busy watching what was around them. "There are gnomes! What're gnomes doing round here? We should pitch them off." Subject change! Her hair grew brighter with a blush. "You cheeky bloke, complimenting a girl like that." Another hug, though this one lingered just a little longer than before.

"Don't you worry, Dean Winchester. You'll find a bird who sees you just as you see her! I know it." Winked as she pulled away, then suddenly she was hopping up and tugging at his hand. "Clothes first! Then pork rinds! And this is a strictly no-drooling area, Mister." She burst into laughter, reaching over to poke his chest.

"I hope Johnny Leprechaun gets some clothes too. Quite awkward, lookin' at Leprechaun bits."

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 02:13 am UTC (link)

"Gnomes? Like that annoying dude in the travelocity commercials?" Dean looked around but all he saw were the little happy sprites singing along the rainbows strewn around the road. "Let's get out of here before he tries to sell us discount hotel rooms."

He watched her hair change colors and completely lost track of time just watching the fantastic display. It was like a light show or something. He was fascinated and couldn't help laughing when she hugged him and called him a cheeky bloke. He liked her hugs. She was very soft and wow, he had to stop. Except he needed to kiss her cheek again so he did. "Yes, clothes! Sure!" he agreed because it was funny and because he'd found some remarkably hideous and silly things in the thrift shop the last time he'd been here.

Dean fully believed now that there were Leprechauns in Vas Captio. He hadn't seen them himself but Tonks mentioning them made three people who had said something about them since he'd gotten here. They must be real. Except he'd seen that crazy movie about a Leprechaun in space killing people and he wasn't interested in meeting any of that little guy's kin. Dean stepped lively, following Tonks and giggling as he did. "Ernie, you got my back, right, dude?"

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 02:33 am UTC (link)

"Oo..a hotel room. With a right and proper shower and a bed..a luxurious bed.." One arm wrapped around herself, hugging for a minute. It was only one arm because she was still tugging Dean with her other hand. "Mr. Gnome with the hotel room, whatcha got to offer?" Sadly, there seemed to be a No Vacancy sign. She pouted for it.

"Ernie?" She turned around, looking for Ernie. "Oh! Is Burt with him? I loved that show. My grandmum made me a cape like that one..the blue one, who became a super hero?" She tried to remember his name. "Grover! Super Grover. And that started me wanting to help people." She nodded firmly, leaning in close and giggling as they walked. "Mm. You smell nice!"

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 02:42 am UTC (link)

Hotel room. Why had he brought up hotel rooms? "I used to always be on the road. Staying in hotels and motels. I liked the ones with the special Magic Hands beds. You put in a quarter and it vibrated. Purely for the relaxing, calming affect," he sait chattily and allowed her to pull him some more. He would go anywhere with her, wouldn't he? Her soft girly hugs and the promise of pork rinds or something chocolate. Oh gosh, was he pregnant? They'd do that to him here at Vas, wouldn't they?

"Oh! Uh, Ernie is the unicorn. He won't leave me alone. Been following me since I left the gym earlier. Nothing like the Sesame Street character. Though maybe if you tilt your head..." he said and demonstrated, tripping a little and falling into her with his hand on her stomach.

"Do I?" he asked and laughed. "That would be eau de Winchester." Whatever that was. Her stomach was nice and firm. He was giving her that not at all innocent look again and he felt less guilty about it by the minute. Could he be held accountable for this? She was gorgeous. Firey hair and pretty girlish body. No, he couldn't. Especially if they ate pork rinds together and found all sorts of horribly funny clothes together. "Thrift Shop ho!"

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 02:51 am UTC (link)

"Magic Hands." That had her bursting into more laughter, and eyebrows went a waggling in a mischievous manner. Playfully, Tonks let go of his hand long enough to place her own on his chest. "I've got Magic Hands." Which was quite true, but also a little on the suggestive side. Although a jokester, which came with youth and having the Weasleys as an influence, it was rare that Tonks was so..brazen. But why not? Yeah! Why not? So her own look wasn't terribly innocent, either.

"You've a unicorn following you! Good Merlin! I'm keepin' you round, you're all lucky and shit! Unicorns don't follow just anybody yanno." She followed his gaze, turning her head too and giggling when he fell against her. Subject change again, she was reminded about clothes. "I like the feeling of clothes. It's comforting! And would like some curry too." Not exactly junk food, but she was craving it. "Oh! And pizza! And those pork rind thingers. And.." Tonks could have gone on listing off food that she wanted, never one of those girls to pick at salads or whatever.

Getting to the thrift store was easy, but Tonks stopped short at the door. "You haveta tell Ernie that he can only come inside if he doesn't peek while I'm changing."

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 03:00 am UTC (link)

She had magic hands all right. Dean gulped and laughed like he was in one of those stupid comedies he never bothered to see in the theaters. "I do believe you have magic hands, Tonks. What else do they do?" he asked with a wink and a flash of one of his most charming grins. Whatever was happening here was like hunger at first sight. He needed cheesey breadsticks from Dominoes bad. And more of her hands somewhere probably too.

"Lucky?" he said with exasperation. "That damned animal has been following me for an hour now. How is that lucky?" Though he did think that Ernie with his little pink hooves and shiny purple mane was rather amazing. In fact, maybe Ernie was fabulous and Dean just hadn't realized it yet. That brought on a fit of laughter. He could hardly breathe.

"Clothing, huh? Well I like the feeling of skin but I shouldn't say that, should I?" he asked and tried to look sheepish. He managed to look more naughty than anything. "I think I'd like some pizza too. Do you think there's anything close that would deliver?" He looked hopeful suddenly.

"No, Ernie won't look while you're changing," he assured her and grinned, pulling her inside. "But I might," he added under his breath as he glanced around at the old familiar surroundings of the Thrift Store. They were definitely in for some kind of feast for the eyes in here.

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 03:11 am UTC (link)

Laughter was contagious, so while she had no clue what exactly Dean was laughing about, Tonks was laughing right along with him. It felt good, really good, to laugh like this. It had been a while since she had. "You're magic too, I think." She mused quietly, "Even Muggles have magic." And Dean's magic happened to be that charm of his. Pulled inside, two left feet had her running straight into him. Laughing, she kissed his cheek again before flitting away to find some clothes.

If the witch heard that he might look while she changed, she gave no indication at the moment. Instead, she was moving through the clothes and looking for something to wear. First thing she found? A tutu. A pink tutu. "Really?" She held it out to Dean, giggling, and then moved about again. A funny coloured cowboy hat was found and placed atop of multicoloured hair. "Stick 'em up, pardner." Having flounced back over and used her fingers as a 'gun' against his chest, Tonks was trying out an American accent. Particularly a Western accent. She sounded funny in her ears. "Oo. Cornbread!" That was very Yank! And very delicious.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Me?" he asked incredulously. "I'm magic? Hocus pocus alacazam!" He wiggled his fingers at her like he might be casting a magic spell because he had no real idea what people from the Wizarding World did. He'd only really spent time with Luna and she'd been sort of abstract. Tonks on the other hand was extremely affectionate and he liked it. Oh yes, very much so! She kissed his cheek and he grinned after her as she moved away.

She held out a tutu to him and he felt an undenyable compulsion to put the sucker on. Sliding off his jeans while she was occupied with the cowboy hat and the tutu was tugged up over his bare legs. When she moved back toward him, her fingers like a gun, he yelped a bit more high pitched than he'd meant to and grinned like he was afraid she might actually shoot him. Standing there in his tutu and her finger gun against his chest he heard his stomach growl again. Where was the philly cheesesteak?

He leaned toward her and kissed the tip of her nose. Bold move for a man standing with his hairy bare legs sticking out of a tutu. "Nice John Wayne you got going on there, Tonks. Do it again."

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 03:31 am UTC (link)

"Careful which words you say! Mind that sometimes some stuff leaks through!" Like abra cadabra, which sounded far too close to a real curse than Tonks would ever admit. All the same, he hadn't said that particular fake spell, so she wasn't terribly worried.

Shrieking in laughter, she looked him over and waggled her eyebrows again. "Nice legs you got there, Dean. Should be on the stage!" Happy sort of smile appeared at the nose kiss, then she tried for another John Wayne thing. "Well, gather up yer doggies, cowboy. We've got clothes pickin' to do." Let it never be said that Tonks knew a damn thing about cowboys. "I want biscuits too!" She decided, then peered at a shelf. "Uh-oh. Doxies round about here.." They were flying around a specific piece of clothing on the shelf.

The witch was drawn like a moth to light to that shelf, and squeaked in amusement as soon as the Doxies showed her what they were hovering around. "Oi! I've got to try this on." Her own shirt was taken off and thrown Dean's way, a quick model in just her bra and jeans, but then she was trying on this horrible grandpa Cosby Christmas sweater, complete with reindeer and Santas.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 03:39 am UTC (link)

"Stuff leaks through?" he gasped and put a hand to his chest. Her hair suddenly looked somewhat globbular and more like jello than fire. It bubbled in and out around her head in a very obscene way that made him giggle. "You should do that with your hair, Tonks."

Dean turned circles for her in the tutu and laughed. "I have very nice legs. Strong ones too. In fact, they were the only part of me that didn't get broken that one time in New Orleans when this voodoo priestess decided I was the devil incarnate and tried to back into me with her jalopy. I sort of miss that kind of hunting. Not the pain though." His eyes looked nostalgic until she started in with the John Wayne accent. It was pretty darn good too. He giggled. "I could go for buscuits too! What are doxies? Are they fattening?"

"No, dude, take it off," he said and cringed as he saw the sweater she was wearing. Not only were the reindeer restless and running amock but Santa seemed to think he was Paris Hilton on a runway in France or something. It was horrible and he couldn't look so he cringed with his arm over his eyes, laughing because it was just complete silliness to be doing that. Especially in a tutu!

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 03:48 am UTC (link)

"It does! Like leaky stuff, when you've got a broken cauldron an' green goo is all over the floor..like it is now! Mind the goo, there, Twirly Man." But Tonks was sort of mesmorised by the circles that he made. Lights followed him with each turn, changing colours as fast and fluidly as she changed her features, so fast that it soon made a complete circle around the hunter. Like a hula hoop of made of light.

"I like it! The reindeer are dancing!" She pulled the sweater away to look at said dancing animals, giggling, then pulled it off and threw it back on the shelf. "What to wear, what to wear.." Another shirt caught her eye, waving at her until she finally took a good look at it, where it made her a little sad. It was a t-shirt with wolves on it, howling at the moon. "Can you hear them?" Asked as she touched the shirt. "I miss my friends back home. I hope they're okay."

Wait. Voodoo? The devil? "So you know all about magic, really! I remember Sam sayin' something about Shapeshifters.." Another trail off. "But I'm prettier than the ones you've run into, yeah?" Tonks had no freaking clue why she asked that question, except for the fact that Sam said the shapeshifter he ran into lost their skin? Ew! She laughed, looking at her arm, which was sparking and crackling with little fireworks. That was pretty, right? Looking back up, she took a step closer to Dean while waiting for his answer.

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 04:21 am UTC (link)

Green goo? What did she mean? Dean looked down at the ground and only saw the yellowbrick road that lead through the center of the thrift store. He glanced at her face and she had the most interesting expression on her face. Had she just called him a Twirly Man? He couldn't help laughing at that even as he thought of those yummy, sticky Pecan Twirls he used to eat grilled at certain motel diners when he'd been on the road. Oh man what he wouldn't give for some of those.

He could definitely hear the wolves howling as she indicated the howling wolf shirt. It reminded him of... "There was this time in Oklahoma when I met with a werewolf. I think most of them are girls where I come from. Do you have werewolves in your part of the world? Luna once told me a little about it the Wizarding World but not much. Just leprechauns and such." He was rambling but that was okay because it meant he could dance a little in his tutu with Ernie who was very definitely not looking at Tonks but snickering at Dean.

"I haven't run into any shapeshifters myself," he assured her. "But Sam said he and I ran into one that looked like me and you're a lot prettier than a fake me, Tonks!" He leaned against her and gave her a knowing look. "You smell pretty damn good yourself, there, cowgirl."

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 04:30 am UTC (link)

"We do. One a' my best mates is a werewolf." Shit! She just outted Remus! She almost clapped her hand over her mouth, but then thought about it. This was Dean and Dean could be trusted. So there was a hesitant nod, which grow more confident as Johnny Leprechaun came running out from behind the rack he had been hiding under.

Pleased at being called pretty, she smiled happily, then laughed as she had a tutu'ed man leaning against her. Returning the lean, a hand lifted up and took the cowboy hat off of her head and placing it on his. "What's that you yanks say?" She thought about it. "Yeehaw." With that, Tonks kissed him suddenly. He tasted like marshmellows. Oo..marshmellows!

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hellsboy
2009-07-05 04:42 am UTC (link)

"Really? You're friends with a werewolf?" he asked, looking a bit wide-eyed at her. He could hear the wolves howling a lot closer now and he glanced around amusedly. "Y'all better bring us some beef jerky, y'here?" he drawled, imitating her John Wayne impression with a bit of a flair for the overdramatic. "I always wanted to meet John Wayne when I was a kid. I thought he and my Dad would be like best friends and I'd learn how to shoot perfect bullseyes!"

Dean was so surprised at being kissed that he didn't have a chance to respond. He was giggling instead and stumbling backward over his own feet until he couldn't stumble anymore and just fell down on his ass. What was this? He couldn't get kissed without acting like an ass? That was even funnier and he held his stomach as he laughed and laughed in a pile of naughty tshirts as they fell on top of him off their racks.

Smooth, Winchester, real smooth.

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 05:01 am UTC (link)

Tonks pulled away just in time, mouth open to answer in the affirmative over her friends, but then shrieked again in laughter when Dean fell all over himself. "Usually that's me, lambie!" Falling all over and stuff. Cracking up, she plopped unceremoniously on the floor with him and pulled a t-shirt out of the mess that had piled on top of poor Dean.

"Nice and naughty." She read it out loud and looked over, eyebrows lifting. "Goes with the Christmas theme, yeah!" On went that t-shirt, which actually fit quite nicely. And she giggled then, reaching over to poke him. "Your dad and John Wayne, eh? My dad wanted to meet John Lennon."

With that, she was trying to help Dean get out of the clothing massacre. "Let's find some pants and then something to eat!" Find some pants. Hah! That made her laugh even more.

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hellsboy
2009-07-11 07:13 pm UTC (link)

"Then you must've given me your clumsy germ when you kissed me!" he chided through his giggles and from beneath the pile of shirts. This was absolutely ridiculous and completely hilarious at the same time. Except he momentarily had a thought that maybe there might be leprechauns in this pile of shirts with him. Wigged out a little by that thought, he flapped his arms and tried to get free of the pile with a little girly shriek.

When he felt her hands reaching through the shirts and catch his left forearm and he heard her say "Let's find some pants and then something to eat," Dean sighed in relief. No leprechauns. He let her help him to his feet, his face bright red.

"Yes, pants and food. Everyone needs pants and food, don't they?" he asked and grinned as she laughed.

She was quite pretty wasn't she? He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he stepped over the landslide of shirts and reached for a pair of spandex, pink leopard print pants. "Something like this?" he asked, still not quite looking at her. "Or this?" He pulled out a pair of black leather, rhinestone encrusted bell bottoms a la Elvis.

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polymorphic
2009-07-12 05:23 am UTC (link)

Tonks was still giggling, helping him up and pulling shirts off of Dean. Then she lifted her eyebrows at his comment about germs being passed on.

"Well, give it back!" She grinned and pressed her mouth against his again. This one lingered a little longer. Really now, Nymphadora. What had come over you? Her inner voice might have been asking the witch that very question, but it was too busy delighting in the feeling of the kiss. This seemed so simple! Not complicated like her relationships back home.

Anyway, she was pulling away and burst into laughter with the pants. "The leather! Please?" Sweet smile appeared, with Tonks plying that geeky sort of bounciness that often got her her way.

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hellsboy
2009-07-15 09:56 pm UTC (link)

Dean was definitely not against giving back the germs, especially not the way she was doing it. His fingers found their way lightly into her hair, their tips grazing her cheek as he kissed her back. It was a soft, lingering kiss that made him want oh so much more. If she hadn't started giggling about the leather pants, infecting him with her laughter until he was laughing as well, he might have tried something even more with Ms. Tonks.

Figuring she wanted him to try on the leather pants, Dean began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide down to his ankles, exposing the bizarre lime green, question mark patterned boxers he'd spent extra time washing by hand before wearing out of sheer desperation for something not threadbare.

"You did want me to try them on, right?" he asked and giggled, canting his head at her. Suddenly his eyes went wide. "Oh! Do the octopus with your head while I'm trying these on. Remember you said you would?"

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 03:21 am UTC (link)

Rocking back and forth on her heels, the witch was grinning like a mad woman. She watched him curiously, but lifted her eyebrows yet again once he got down to those..interesting..boxers. "Why, Mister Winchester. Those are some ace boxer shorts you have there." Teased merrily. And then he was suggesting something in return and her eyes got as wide as saucers as well.

"Oi! I did indeed, then!" Another bounce and she took a breath, thinking about how to do it. "Octopus..Octopus..S'a funny word, ain't it? Octo..eight, makes sense. But pus?" As Tonks was debating the semantics of the word, she was also thinking about those tentacles. One of said tentacles was creeping out from her hair, curling and reaching out on its own.

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hellsboy
2009-07-16 04:02 am UTC (link)

Dean glanced down at the bright green shorts he wore and laughed, stumbling back a step or two as he did. He was not going to fall over, not going to fall over, no. Nope! His arms pinwheeled a bit but he kept his feet and he laughed again, his sides beginning to ache from all of the laughter. "They are pretty nifty, aren't they?" he asked and then another volley of laughter hit him. "Did I just say nifty?"

He struggled to get his boots off, kicking them aside and then stepped one foot into the leather pants before realizing that he would never be able to pull them up over the boxers. "You might need to turn around for this, Tonks," he said, half-apologetically and half-amusedly because he thought just then that he might take down his boxers with her watching if she refused to turn around.

Which was when he saw the octopus tentacle snaking out from her hair as she mused over the meaning of the word "octopus." It caught him so off guard that his toes caught in a belt loop as he tugged up and laughed. Suddenly he was collapsing backward onto the floor again in a puddle of giggles.

"Oh good grief!" he chuckled, rolling a bit. "Why does that make me want to eat a big platter of fried calamari? Come here." He tugged at the bottom edge of her pants, trying to get her nearer or perhaps topple onto him. What was he up to?

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 04:12 am UTC (link)

"You did at that!" Nifty! It was such a Yank word. So much so that Tonks was bursting into another fit of laughter, soon doubling over with how much she was laughing. "Ow.." Her abdomen hurt, but it was only more amusing. Another tentacle had appeared, moving around on its own volition as well. Snickering, she scrunched up her nose a little. This was to get used to the extra bits and get a little control over them.

"I'll be a good bird an' not look!" Tentacles came around, covering her eyes as she spoke. But one of them rose up, allowing dark eyes to peek out for a possible show. And she got a show alright! Tonks was going to poke fun in between her laughter, but had her jeans tugged closer. She took those closer steps then, and tripped over one of the shirts on the floor. That had the clutz landing half on top of Dean and those leather pants of his.

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hellsboy
2009-07-16 04:20 am UTC (link)

Those tentacles! He couldn't help himself. He giggled and watched for a brief moment before he was careening over onto his ass on the floor again. Hadn't he just decided not to fall over? Fat lot of good that had done him! His bottom ached but the leather pants hadn't ripped. Maybe Tonks was more magic than she thought or perhaps Elvis was in the building.

"Oh right, a good bird," he giggled and looked up at the peeking dark eyes. "You're a saint!"

His hands found her hips automatically. What was a guy to do with a cute girl on his lap? This time the kiss was his idea, he initiated it. And it was less than innocent by comparison to the ones she'd been giving. Nothing tentative about it. There was no doubt, from her perch on his lap, just how interested he was right now in her.

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 04:33 am UTC (link)

"Saint Tonks!" She thought about it, in his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. It really wasn't fair, this particular spell. Tonks was sort of touchy-feely to begin with. Just with poking and hugs, so on and so forth. Add that to the really good way that she felt, and the way his hands felt on her hips, and it was just sort of a recipe for danger. "I like it." Finished, but only barely before he was kissing her.

She returned the kiss, moving so skinny hips were closer. He smelled good. Like..no, Tonks couldn't quite place it. He smelled sweet, a bit like candy. No, wait. He smelled like the trees in the autumn. Or..Oo, candy actually sounded really good. But so did kissing him. And since Tonks was squirming in Dean's lap, she was good with exactly what was happening. Playfully, the witch pulled away only enough to nip at his lower lip before kissing him again. Tentacles faded away, but brightly hued hair was positively radiating.

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hellsboy
2009-07-16 04:49 am UTC (link)

This had quickly become one of those situations that Sam had warned him against being any part of except this wasn't exactly his fault. Or hers really. He thought she was cute but in normal times he would have been able to behave himself. Even if she was one of the sweetest, most jellybean like girls he'd ever met. Wait, jellybeans? Damn.

His fingers found her hair again, combing through until the tips brushed her face again even as she scooted her hips in closer. He could definitely not hide the fact that he was aroused now and that her nip against his lips was almost more than he could maintain his self control against.

She was a betwitching witch. A combination made worse (or better?!) only by the fact that her hair was beyond beautiful the more they kissed. That was to his credit, right? Or was she just incidentally aroused to hair magic the way he was by the tent in his boxers beneath her? He wasn't sure he cared except for the fact that he almost wanted to stop kissing her to eat a funnel cake. Oh yes, funnel cake. Mmmm. But her lips tasted like funnel cake and so he was nibbling them gently. Tasty Tonks she would be from now on.

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 05:23 am UTC (link)

It decidedly wasn't a sort of situation that Tonks found herself in often. She could tease and poke, but rarely partook. First there was training, and then there was being an Auror and being involved with the Order. But this wasn't either of their faults. Neither would anything that came next. Right? ..Right.

Normally, people kept their eyes closed when they were kissing. The inquisitive woman opened one though, and then opened them both. It was amazing. There were shooting stars and firecrackers and all sorts of fantastical things. Fantastical even for a person who lived magic!

Wanting more of the sensations, and of the fantastical things that she was seeing, fingers moved to those funny-looking boxers and tugging demandingly at them. Who needed boxers or leather pants? Dean tasted like chocolate chip biscuits!

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hellsboy
2009-07-23 02:43 pm UTC (link)

There was little doubt in Dean's mind that there would be a lot of naughty business going on in a few minutes. Part of his brain tried to remind him of something he couldn't quite remember because he was almost on autopilot now. The seductive sensation of her hair against his face, her body so close, those fingers pulling at his boxers which were just about to be given over. It was intoxicating.

Dean broke their kiss, licking his lips as though the residue of some sugary snack remained, and leaned back then on his elbows. He was going to lift his hips and let those boxers slide away. Somehow in the middle of movement he managed to knock the rack behind him though and the entire contents of leather and spandex and denim and whatever else came spilling down on top of them both.

Somehow it broke the spell of seriousness and sent Dean into a fit of laughter. Swimming up through the heaviness of random ugly pants, he giggled. "Damn, are you okay, Tonks?" he asked, parting pantlegs and rhinestones to find her.

Something smelled delicious suddenly. He abandoned his attempt to find her or get out of the pile of pants to find the source. It was in one of the pockets of the pants that had fallen on them. "Candy bar!" he cried like he had just struck gold. Even he realized how silly that sounded and started giggling again. Damn, he needed some Ritalin, didn't he?

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polymorphic
2009-07-26 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Dean was possibly better off than Tonks was, because even the voice in Tonks' head was currently distracted. The electric rainbow sparks emitting from Dean's skin saw to that. When the kiss broke, she sat up in his lap and squirmed just enough to be able to go through with what they were going through with. "You're quite lovely!" She cooed, like a little girl talking to her favourite doll.

Of course, that was before it started storming pants. Cute pants, ugly pants, even pants with sparkly stuff. The multi-coloured witch was drowning! Oh no! Laughing merrily, she held up her hand and cartoonishly started counting oiff until she sunk. One finger up, twooo fingers up! And she was about to be saved when Dean abandoned her. Rebuked for a candy bar, mmph. Oo wait. Candy? Tonks shot up, pants dangling all over the place, and grinned. While Dean was giggling (which she most certainly was doing as well) the woman clambored over and snagged the treasure.

"Ha hah! Tonks victorious!" Crowed with the candy bar held over her head. Like that would help. Because Tonks was so very tall. Or, you know, not.

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hellsboy
2009-08-05 07:24 pm UTC (link)

Dean had been fumbling with the wrapper, trying to get it away from the most likely stale chocolate but he was all thumbs. He couldn't stop giggling and the more frustrated he was by the candy wrapper, the more funny everything seemed. He knew his face was probably bright red from the exertion of jumping between nearly having sex, swimming to the surface of a sea of pants and trying to get the candy. "Candy candy candy gimme the candy!" he sang and laughed.

Wait, what? Tonks with that delicious body had stolen his sexy candy bar. Wait... no. Yes, that was right. Sexy candy. Delicious body. That was funny too. He laughed and reached up to take his revenge for her theft by tickling her ribs.

"Hey! That's mine. I found it fair and square." Giggling, he tried to reach for it but his boxers were down just far enough and there were quite a few pants still swamping him that he couldn't move enough to get to it. "There was this one time when I was little that Sam tried to steal my candy and I gave him a swirly in the motel bathroom. You better be careful there, Ms. Tonks!"

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polymorphic
2009-08-09 10:52 pm UTC (link)

She had in fact stolen his candy bar and was wiggling and giggling as she tried to play Keep Away. That, of course, was tossed all to pot when he tickled her. "No fair, Dean!" Squeaked as she balled up on herself. Tonks was still trying to save the candy bar (for herself!) while laughing hysterically at the fact that he was captured in boxers and pants.

"But the unicorn said I could--!" She trailed off though, tilting her head quirkily. "What's a swirly? Is that another candy? A yummy, fluffy, purple and polka dot piece of sweet?" She asked dreamily, weaving back and forth like a hypnotised snake. This was asked as she offered over the chocolate back, eyelashes batting innocently. Then she was winking salaciously, "I live for danger, Dean Winchester."

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hellsboy
2009-08-09 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Dean grinned from his pinned state as she folded in on herself under his tickling. Amazingly though she didn't drop the candy bar so he was impressed. "Oh and stealing my candy is fair? You little minx," he retorted with a snort of laughter that threatened to bubble into another full blown giggling spree. His sides ached with the exercise of laughter, reminding him of the laughter fit he'd had with Luna in this very place. Ah that had been a great time!

"A swirly is when you stick someone's head in a toilet and flush!" he answered and chuckled, trying to tickle at her again for the statement about the unicorn. That unicorn had been following him all through town. Not funny! Except it was funny and he knew it.

When she offered back the candy with that naughty wink, Dean's eyebrow shot up incredulously. "Just what game is this?" he asked, pulling the last of the pile of pants off his lap and tugging up his boxers modestly. He glanced down at the candy and noticed that his lap was embarrassingly still recovering from their romp. He yanked a pair of pants back over it quickly before she could notice and laughed.

"What kind of danger were you hoping for?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around the candybar and her hand as well. He wiggled his brows at her playfully, waiting.

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polymorphic
2009-08-09 11:12 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I dunno. I'm always up for some sort of mischief!" There had been somewhere that she was going with that wink. Had something to do with those boxers that he was tugging, she was sure, but Tonks had gotten distracted by the definition of a swirly.

Because a swirly? That was the most hilarious thing that she had heard of. "Head in the toilet! That's disgusting! But what if his hair got caught in the flushing? And what if he grabbed you and you both got flushed!" Dark eyes went very wide as she thought about it. "Toilet monsters aren't known for letting people go! Especially cute boys like you!"

There were no such things as toilet monsters, not even in the wizarding world, but she was imagining them. And right now, they were very real. In fact, she was trying to curl back on his lap to 'save' herself from those monsters.

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hellsboy
2009-08-11 12:25 am UTC (link)

If there had been somewhere Tonks had been going with the wink, Dean was sure there had been somewhere they had both been heading before all this near-nakedness and the sea of pants. Except he couldn't put his finger on it. His finger? No, no, no, Dean. No thinking about that! The problem with it was his mind swam between the image he'd created of her without clothes just moments ago and a chocolate delicacy filled with peanut butter called a butterfinger.

Oh but she was on to the swirly and that was an even funnier image. He could just picture her pink hair swirling through the water, turning blue and green and every color in between as it went. "I don't think there's anything in a toilet that could catch hair. Dude, I hope not. Sam had a few of those. You don't think I could've killed him do you?" Except that thought was too funny so he started laughing instead of being real concerned for his past possible harms toward his brother.

He was giggling so hard he almost didn't hear her mention the toilet monster. That was enough though, once it penetrated his addled brain, to make him let go of the candy bar and her hand and put both of his own hands on his stomach. It ached so much from all of the laughter and then she was trying to scoot into his lap. Which was beyond funny and yet a little embarrassing too because his lap was a bit bumpy. Even more so the more she squirmed toward it. Oh Tonks...

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polymorphic
2009-08-11 01:45 am UTC (link)

"I always wanted siblings. But now I'm kinda glad I don't have 'em. I'd have to worry about them in the war too." She said calmly, cooing quietly while fingers pushed through his hair and the witch watched the sparks turn into fireworks.

The bumpiness in Dean's lap was then noted, and she peeked down impishly before peeking back up and grinning at the laughing man. But then he started laughing even harder and dropped the chocolate. "Oh, no!" She cried out, laughing and trying so very hard to be upset. Impetuously, Tonks kissed him again. "That's for losing the chocolate, Mr. Winchester!" Poke to his chest before she was cozying up right there.

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hellsboy
2009-08-11 02:58 am UTC (link)

"The war?" Dean asked quietly with brows as seriously furrowed as he could manage. That seemed like a very serious thing when she said it and her voice was different from the giggling before. Her fingers touched differently too and he was somewhat mollified by them. He looked up at her and wondered what she was seeing when she looked at him. "You didn't have any brothers or sisters?" he asked, feeling sad for her because of it. He'd always had Sam and he'd always loved having Sam even if he'd never said so before.

She kissed him again and he tried not to pull her down against him once more in that all too overly familiar embrace they'd given a go at before. When his boxers had nearly been surrendered. She was really very sweet, wasn't she? There was something to her that wasn't quite given up readily. That maybe she didn't share purposely but only because things were so bizarre and unicornish right now.

"You're welcome," he answered and frowned slightly with confusion. What? She had his chocolate, didn't she? Yet when she got cozy he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Maybe that was all she needed in this nutty place. Maybe that was all he needed.

"Think you'll be okay when the tide goes out and the sea of pants has receded?" he asked with a grin in his voice.

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polymorphic
2009-08-11 03:57 pm UTC (link)

"Not real ones. I've adopted plenty though! Charlie and Hestia, an' Ginny an' Hermione..even Ron and Harry!" Tonks sort of naturally bounced back and forth between seriousness and joking. The fact that she was under the influence of a spell didn't hurt (or help) matters like that. "Still worry over all of them, too." The young witch was a worrywort when push came to shove.

Giggling at his question, she nodded lots. "I'll be good! Well, better if this wonky place wasn't so..mean, but you know." Another squirm on his lap, just to watch his reaction. "Will you be alright when the tide goes out?"

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