Warning: This chapter contains the implication of girl on girl action, with an adult toy, and or sexual aid. You've been once again, warned. So if you do not like it, then skip or don't read it.
My Word: I realized what I did awhile ago… Well, not long after posting my last, but I was too damned lazy to change it. I left little option for who was to be dead. Under no other circumstance was I going to leave Lupin alive though. And I know that my story has been weird or changed a lot since I started but, well, I didn't actually have a plan when I started this. It was mostly for fun, and to pair Tonks up with someone other then Lupin. Yes, its true, aside from him being a werewolf, I do not like him. So any way, I do hope that you enjoy whatever I have left to write. This is not the last either. Or so I do hope.
Update: I made a small change to the 'toy' used, and fixed a little something of what happens to Jessie later in the chapter. The price we pay for me typing too fast, and not checking it, hmm? Anyway, enjoy.
Hermione had completely broken down when she'd seen who we had lost. Jessie didn't think that she had ever seen the younger girl break before, or had ever expected her too. Sure, Hermione was strong, and tough, but she was still just a girl in this because her friends were. Actually, Jessie was sure that most everyone she met or saw was in the war that had just ended, because of people they knew. There were the strong that were in the war because they choose to be, and then there were the ones in it because they'd followed those that chose to be in it. Jessie knew which one she was; she was a follower, this time around. She had been in the war she'd never wanted to be in, because of Tonks. She loved the woman more then she ever thought that she would be able to convey in her life.
Slowly, Hermione began to pull away from Jessie, wiping at her puffy red eyes with a sleeve. She didn't want to cry anymore. She needed to be strong for when they went and got Tonks and Ginny. Oh, poor Ginny. She had her brothers, but what was that house-hold going to be like without a father… To just lose Mr. Weasley like this. "Hermione?" the younger girl jerked at the sound of the cracking older girls voice. She looked up at her; a few tears escaping her eyes "Are you okay?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
Jessie cleared her throat, tired of the crack "Well, it's just that…" she brought a hand up and caught a tear with the edge of her finger before showing it to her. "It's just that your still crying, even though your not making a sound, and as your body stays still, tears are still escaping." Hermione looked down and away from Jessie, embarrassed that she was still crying. She was surprised when Jessie took a hold of her chin and directed her attention back to her. "Don't…" for a moment, Jessie's voice cracked again, and Hermione stayed silent as she watched the older girl with fascination. "Don't look away in embarrassment. I've held my emotions in for so long, just hidden everything away that… Just, don't be embarrassed about it." she said before shifted to get up off of the ground and pulling Hermione up with her. "I am curious though."
"About what?" Hermione asked with a small sniffle as she wiped her eyes. "How we ended up sitting in the grass." She said simply, scratching the back of her head, and then ruffling her own hair as casually as possible. She didn't do well with emotional situations, but that was just when she wasn't alone with the woman she loved. "I don't know." Hermione admitted quietly before quickly hurrying to follow Jessie away from everyone else for Apparation.
***
Jessie had refused to leave her small apartment; she folded her arms around herself and leaned into the window frame as she made a motion with her hand for Tonks to leave with Hermione and Ginny. The youngest girl was already out the door, impatiently waiting for her girlfriend as she stood just inside of the door. "Dora, please, just go and see for yourself. I can't go back there… I've done my job. I'll wait here for you. Apparation will be simple now that the spells are down."
"But are you going to be alright?" Tonks asked, forgetting who was still with them as she took Jessie's hand and turned her so that they were facing one another, and then wrapped her arm about her neck. Jessie couldn't help but smile a small smile. "I'm sure that I'll be fine Dora." She said, stealing a quick peck. It was Tonks' turn to smile as she tried to momentarily get closer. "Are you sure? One hundred percent positive?"
"Yes, I'm pretty damn positive." Jessie answered Tonks with a small chuckle as she grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to her body. The young werewolf didn't have much care that Hermione was still there, blushing as she watched and waited for her pink haired friend. "Well then, I'll come back to you later." Tonks said, kissing Jessie deeply for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you too, my Dora." Jessie kissed Tonks again before letting her go and folding her arms again as the three left and the door was finally closed. Heaving a sigh, Jessie turned to the window again. She knew that it was a slim chance that Tonks would be back that night. And she also knew that Tonks wasn't fooled by what she had said. She wasn't fooled by them because she kept folding her arms protectively and defensively about herself. She loved her, yes, but she was pushing her away again.
Jessie was trying to protect Tonks from the pain that death of a loved one brings. But she didn't know that the pain of a broken heart was just as bad, if not worse. And she could be putting Tonks… Dora, through it once again. She'd put her through it once when she'd run away from her dreams, and Dora might not be able to stand it if she was put through it again. Some women can never handle a first, and some never truly understand what the deal is. Dora broke when Jessie ran away, and she might just crumble to bits if she was to lose Jessie again.
Hermione had seen it too, standing just inside of the door-way like she had as she waited for Tonks. Jessie looked like she was distancing herself, and as much as she could see the love, she knew what could happen. And she wasn't the only one. As eager as Ginny had been to get away, standing out in the hall alone, she had been able to see and hear what was going on. Tonks saw and she knew it. But she trusted and she had hope that it wouldn't be true, that Jessie would forget about what could happen and just be with her.
It wasn't that however, that put a length of time between them.
***
A month. It had been a month since the final battle and the Wizarding World had celebrated the glory, and mourned for those that they had lost. The darker half of the Wizarding World was in ruins, and all were safe from exposure to Muggle's. Once again, it was as it was supposed to be. Most Muggle's knew nothing of the Magical Beings they shared Earth with. Imaginations ran wild, and stories were all they had. For simple entertainment, and children, they were in nothing more but stories and tales. But even still, it did not matter for Harry Potter was popular in both worlds, and very well known.
Tonks watched the beautiful younger female couple break-up and fall apart, as they went to the boys for comfort. Hermione was still apart of the Weasley family, it seemed as she went to Ron for comfort instead of staying with her girlfriend. Ginny too, didn't stay with her girlfriend as she went to Harry. Tonks did not like watching the younger couple fall apart, as it was too close to home. It made her feel like she and Jessie were falling apart, like they would no longer be a couple, and she needed that constant. Nothing was the same as it had been. They no longer had Remus, or Mr. Weasley, or… Tonks let out a long groan, letting her head drop onto the surface of the table at that evening's dinner/supper. And of course, she had to stop staying in her mind all day. There was no one that could comfort her, and there wasn't anyone that would leave her alone long enough for her to make her escape to go and see Jessie. They even went so far as to pick her up and drop her off at work. It was painfully obvious that they didn't trust her.
Jessie, though she hid it, was concerned about her girlfriend. She loved her, but didn't expect her to be coming back any time soon… She hadn't exactly expected her to come home to her in the first place. Jessie just went about her life. She bought food at fast food restaurants, and she went to work at night before returning home to sleep her mornings and days away. She was back to living the life she had before Tonks walked back into her life. It was eat, sleep and work for her, and she felt as if it almost always would be. She hoped that it wouldn't, that Tonks would come back. She loved her, but it felt like that might not be possible for them to ever be together again.
So that was how it was, they lived their lives as it was. Jessie was the bar-maid that brought the regulars back, and peeked the interest in the bar hoppers. And Tonks watched as two new couples formed in the wake of tragedy. Of course, to Tonks, that just seemed like another tragedy. For Jessie and Tonks, it was their hearts and thoughts that belonged and stayed on the other, always on the other. As it had nearly always been since they had first met.
But it was in the bar, with Jessie standing behind the counter, wiping it down, that things started again. The small pub was five minutes away from closing, and the Young Werewolf was eager to get off of work to go home and sleep when the pink haired Metamorphmagus walked in. Tonks stalled at the door, holding it open so that the light of the street lamps spilled in onto the floor, only just peeking inside. The pair merely stared at one another, both frozen to the spot and unsure of what to do. Jessie didn't expect the older woman to appear, and Tonks hadn't really expected her to be there. Another full moon was approaching, but two days away.
"Um, hi. Come on in… Uh, I'll poor you a cold one." Jessie said, tossing the rag over her shoulder and moving to get the pink haired woman a mug and filling it with frothy cold beer. Tonks finally moved from her spot on the floor, smiling a small smile as she sat down on the bar stool in front of the dark haired beauty. "On the house." Jessie added, smirking at Tonks. "It's past last call, but for you, I'll do anything." She told her, winking before moving down the bar to take an empty glass from an overly drunk costumer. He began to argue, seeing the pretty pink haired woman get a free drink after last call made him mad as he argued with Jessie, who was un-phased as she spoke completely calm to him and made a reach under the bar like she was grabbing for something that could be a weapon or phone. The drunken man fell for it as he stumbled off of the stool, slurring at Jessie not to call the cops as he continued his stumble for the door. "Go on now, Henry. Sleep all that off, and you'll be that sweet man most women fall for by tomorrow evening." She told him with a hint of a smile as she started walking around the bar to start her cleaning out the pub. The little argument with him had actually been longer then she'd expected. And now, as she had too, she set to getting the place emptied of those who remained, and locking the door after the last one. Sighing, and giving her lips a lick, she looked over to Tonks.
"So, if you're done, then I'll walk you back to Headquarters. I know that they must be worried about you." Jessie said, walking away from the door and around behind the bar to finish with tidying up as she used her wand to clean the rest of the pub. "Don't tell my boss." Jessie said, giving a wink to the still stunned Tonks. Of all things, the words that had been said were not something that she expected.
***
"Dora…" Jessie groaned, trying to keep the older woman off of her. She was of course, not succeeding. "Jessie…" Dora moaned, breathing it into her ear. Dora was not the only one whom had a soft spot was upon her neck. Jessie would nearly melt if she was kissed beneath her ear, or just behind it. Given the opportunity, she'd roll right over just to feel Dora's lips on those spots. A sort of growl came out of Jessie. Soon both her own and Dora's hands were flying to remove clothing.
Jessie had known better, had known that if she and Dora were alone together this sort of thing would happen. But, they'd both needed it so much, their love burning so strongly. Though, curiously, Jessie could not help but wonder how it was Dora just ended up coming home with her.
"Dora… Bed…" Jessie managed between breaths, before the pair fell back onto the bed. Instantly Jessie was on top, pinning Dora to the bed as her hands moved about to remove all clothing. "I love you." Jessie near growled into Dora's ear, before lips were pressing against lips and skin was touching skin. Jessie was close to the change, and so different from how Lupin was when it approached. Dominance ran high in her; she did everything that she could to make sure her dominance was known. Jessie had just a hint claws upon her hands, her hands running down Dora's sides before she was at her neck and kissing all over it. Grunting, Jessie broke away from Tonks, swiftly moving off of the bed and fighting to keep from going back to Dora on the bed as she moaned in protest as she reached out. "I've got a new toy…" she said, trailing off before she was grinning at her deviously. Sitting up, Dora watched her carefully.
Jessie had to crouch down at her television and book stand, she had to search for where she had put it. It was a gift; a gift from a woman who'd had had high hopes of sleeping with her. "I love you... And I do hope you don't judge me… I've never used it." she told Dora, licking her suddenly dry lips as she stood, prize in hand. It wasn't big, not more then six inches, and surely, no more then three and a half inches around. It was yellow, and it would have looked real, had it not been for its rather bright banana colour.
***
It happened again. Jessie knew that it had been happening more and more lately, that she was losing moments in time and just absolutely blacking out when it neared the full-moon. She would do things, she knew that much. But it was what she did, or what had happened, that did not remain with her. Jessie knew that she had done something though as she currently lay awake in bed next to Dora, staring up at the ceiling, that… That bright yellow thing; attached to her and protruding from between her hips. It tented the sheets that covered them in her small, but currently hot apartment. She could feel it, and nearly everything else in her apartment, even if she was not touching it. Her own breathing was heavy still, and Dora next to her had even though deep breathing. "Stamina of a Werewolf… Energy of a fucking two year-old." Jessie murmured, getting up out of bed carefully so as not to stir her sleeping lover. It was bugging her, everything that touched her skin, and was not Dora, bothered her. And she knew why. It was the change, her skin crawling in anticipation of what lay ahead for her.
Jessie was in the shower when Dora woke up, trying to get rid of the itch that was beneath her skin. Jessie was trying so hard, scrubbing at her skin until it was red and raw. Dora joined her, wrapping her arms around her from behind before she realized what was happening. "Are you okay? Why were you scrubbing?" Dora asked as Jessie twisted in her arms to kiss that spot on her neck as her arms went around Dora's waist. Jessie licked her already moist lips "I feel uneasy… My skin is crawling and I just… I just wish that you could turn into a blanket so I could just wrap myself up in you." She said, before starting to kiss her spot again. Dora moaned; letting it go for the moment that Jessie was having problems with the change. Even work was going to have to wait.
Jessie had moved her hand down and was moving her fingers in and out of Dora, having lifted her high and pinned her to the wall of the bathroom. Jessie had forced herself to get absorbed in Dora, and doing all that she could do to keep it that way as she continued to please her. Fingers were deep within Dora, and Jessie's mouth was upon her neck doing everything to the spot. Her spot; that sweet spot of hers that would drive her over the edge if her sweet lover kept it up. And that was just what Jessie did, keeping her mouth upon Dora's neck, her fingers plunging within her, hooked to get that spot within perfectly. It didn't take long, and Jessie finally drove Dora over the edge so that her scream echoed in the small bathroom. Growling, Jessie drew away from Dora, withdrawing her fingers to give them a long and slow lick. Jessie kissed Dora softly "See you in three nights." She told her, before slipping out of the shower and moving quickly to collect her clothes and get dressed before disapparating away. Dora didn't have time to get out of the shower before Jessie was gone, back to the country side outside of Barcelona. She was going to be away from her life, her lover and her girlfriend, for three painful nights of a full moon and nothing but the effects of the change to keep her company. Smelling like sex, her hair wet, and her body itching, she started to run, wondering if she could do it until night fell.