A/N: Naughty thoughts about Sirius and Tonks...Oh come off it! You know J.K. Rowling didn't do the book perfectly...not just about this, either; if you've finished, or nearly so...you'll know...IF you have not read "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" IN ITS ENTIRETY, DO NOT PROCEED PAST CHAPTER TWO!

Bored and alone, Sirius's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and finding nothing interesting to fix upon, they moved to the wall beside him. He followed the crack in the wall for the thousandth time, peering at each tiny bit of plaster sticking out. The door creaked open.

"Kreacher, go away," he said in a defeated tone. "You know I don't want you up here, just leave me-"

He was cut off by a female's voice. "Wotcher, it's not Kreacher."

Startled, he sat up, saying, "Who- oh, it's you, Tonks!"

She laughed. "Yeah, it's me...what've you been up to?"

A scowl slowly took over his face. "What do you think, what would YOU do if you were stuck in this piece of trash house?"

"Well-I-that's...Oh come off it," she said, "I'm sick of your 'woe is me' attitude."

He was taken aback. "Am I really that bad?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Yeah, you are. But I can't blame you, I guess, I'd go nutters stuck in this old coop too." She smiled, and then screwed up her face, looking in his mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She smirked. "Oh, you'll see..." In a few seconds, she turned around, her breasts enlarged quite a bit.

Gasping, he said, "Is that your way of flirting?" and then "Oh! I mean...er...," because his thoughts, his part-hopes, had just come rushing out of his mouth unbidden.

"Actually, it is," she said softly. "Now, Sirius, what's your ideal woman look like?" she asked, quite seriously.

"Well, I'd not thought much about it," actually he had, and he knew exactly what he wanted her to look like. "But I guess...waist-length chestnut hair, bright green eyes, pale skin, and...well, the breasts are right. Taller than me by a couple of inches, and not too thin, but thin," he ended.

She scrunched up her face again, and in a minute his dream woman stood before him. He came out with, "Oh, and she'd be nude."

Laughing, she said, "I can fix that," and she stepped out of her clothes.

"I can't change my appearance, Tonks, sorry," he said.

"Call me Nymph, it suits my current mood better..." she said softly. "You're already perfect, Sirius. I've been dreaming about you for a long time, and it's always been you, looking this way, not with any changes. Well, of course, there's one part that I couldn't picture accurately, never having seen it..."

He took this as a cue and dropped his pants. His already erect penis was of a formidable length.

"Well, I got that right," she said, her eyes wide, her face pleased. "Now the rest of your clothes, come on!"

His chest was touched by a cold draft as he removed his shirt. Tonks sighed at the sight of his body before her, and could not resist any more.

"Okay, on the bed, mate."

"Excuse me?" he questioned her, his eyebrows high upon his forehead.

"I said, on the bed! What, don't you like demanding women?"

He laughed. "Actually, it's what I want. And what women weren't...when they were around..." He thought back to his years in Azkaban without a single possibility to have a woman. "Damn, that was hard."

"Oh, my poor Sirius. Hasn't had a good fuck in fourteen years. Well, I can help," she said slowly. She pushed him down on the bed. "This isn't just going to be a good fuck, mind you, you're getting more than that. So am I..."

And with that, she lowered her head and their lips met. Her lips opened quickly, and she started a fierce rhythm. When her tongue slipped into Sirius's mouth, he felt an even greater arousal than had already been there.

She soon moved from his mouth to kiss his collarbone, lick at his chest and nipples, and trail her tongue down his stomach. When she reached his member, she sighed. "Oh, that's going to give me soooo much pleasure tonight..."

He would have laughed, had his attention not been focused upon the feeling of her hard nipples on his thighs. This was soon diverted by a flick of Nymphadora's tongue on the head of his penis. He gasped. She looked up.

"That nice?"

He groaned. "Yes. More..." She gladly obliged. Slowly, she licked small circles all the way up his length. Her tongue was warm and wet, and Sirius loved the feel of it. She then took as much of him as she could get into her mouth, sighing with pleasure as he did, drawing upon it until he was so close to coming that he felt she should be warned.

"Nymph, careful...ahh..."

She stopped. "Okay. I'll let you cool down." With that, she lie herself down on the end of the bed, her knees dangling over the edge. Sirius did not resist her invitation.

He got down from the bed and knelt on the floor, his head between her legs. He licked from her vagina up to her clitoris, sucking up her juices as he went. He then removed his mouth and began rubbing her clitoris with his index finger. She moaned.
"Oh, you like that? How about this?" he said, taking the finger off and thrusting it inside her.

"Ah! Sirius...ooohhhhhh," she uttered. He returned to her pulsing clit, rubbing it until she began crying, "Ah! Mmmm....AAAAH! Sirius! Oh, god!" He concentrated on the look that was on her face as she came, it was almost pained, as if she had waited so long for something that she had finally received.

He found himself panting.

"Nymph," he asked, hope in his voice, "is this heading where I think it is?"

She sighed. Never before had she been this naughty so soon... "Well...yes, it is...but not just yet. I'll finish you off, though...," her voice trailed off.

A smile spread across his face as he sat on the bed next to her. They turned to face each other. His hands reached forward to caress her breasts, resting softly upon them, now pinching the nipple slightly. She grinned, devilishly, and grasped his member firmly. Slowly she stroked it, watching his face as he moaned with delight. Her hand increased its pace, cradling his silky flesh until he began to utter cries of pure bliss.

"Nymph...I...Nymph...GOD...ahh...Ahh...AAAHHHH, NYMPH!" he shouted, all of his pent-up longing for her coming out with that stream of semen. She cleaned it up with a flick of her wand, dressed, and left.

A/N: Remember, now, only read through Chapter Two if you've not finished HP5. There'll be a HUMUNGOID spoiler if you read Chapter Three having not finished HP5. Oh, and please, review by chapter, not just the whole thing in a five-word review? *Fred sneaks up behind her and whispers in her ear* Oh...what? Oh yeah...that...be right back, readers...*saunters away with Fred, winking behind his back*