Prompts - (pairing) CharlieNymphadora, (word) ill, (dialogue) "This is my idea of heaven"

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Piece of You

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"This is my idea of heaven," Charlie muttered as he pulled down Nymphadora's blazing pink ponytail and then ran his fingers through her bright, silky locks.

"Tell me about it," Nymphadora gasped as she rubbed her thighs together and wrapt her arms closer around Charlie Weasleys's hulking, broad, muscled neck and shoulders.

"D'you think we could go together to Romania," Charlie asked, his tongue tracing the salty sweat around her jawline. "I mean," he said and brushed her hair back behind her ears. "after graduation." His blue eyes met hers. "D'you reckon you'd want to come?"

Nymphadora leaned back and stared at the ceiling before closing her eyes. As much as she loved Charlie Weasley and his fiery touch, she couldn't lie. She saw her future here, at the Ministry, not in faraway Romania.

"I'm here in London," she said simply and brushed her eyelashes, lengthening them unconsciously with her metamorphmagus abilities so she'd look more doe-eyed. "It's my home."

Charlie gasped. Inhaling deeply before he stopped thinking and held her closer. His thick, calloused hands rubbing over her pert, small breasts.

"I will miss you then." He nodded. "In fact," he paused to brush the pink hair from her face. "The thought of being separate from you makes me ill."

"Sorry," the metamorphmagus cried into his arms, her tears falling directly into his hands.

"Don't be. You have to become an Auror." He chuckled and leaned back on the bed, stretching out his muscles. "It was selfish of me to ask."

Tonks stared at him the longest time. "No," she said with a shake of her head. "It's selfish of me to even think of saying yes."

She leaned back onto his arms and hard abs. She traced her fingertips across his rippled chest.

"I still love you. Keep me."

"Just a piece then." And he bit gently into her shoulder, nipping her and laving at her flesh. "Just a piece."

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