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"I wish I could get my head out of the sand, 'cause I think we'd make a good team, and you would keep my fingernails clean. But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize, 'cause I can't even look in your eyes, without shakin', and I ain't fakin'."
Chapter Twenty Eight
"El Scorcho"
Tonks and Charlie
It was laughter, bright and sparkling as it came from her chest, her hand plastered over her heart as she rocked back in her seat, her nose wrinkled as she snorted softly. It was compassion, buried deep within her ever changing eyes, twinkling with a hidden mischief that never seemed to fall with the color. It was her, simply and marvelously, a hurricane to be reckoned with.
When he fell for her, he couldn't remember, only that he was scared shitless. She merely laughed when he indulged this detail, kissing him on his cheek before bustling off, hoping not to get caught by one of the many Weasley's that inhabited the Burrow.
It made him smile every time he saw her, her presence giving him a chill down his back, her hands rustling his bright hair softly as she ran off to do another chore Molly wished of her, his hand reaching back for hers as she chuckled, blowing him a kiss as she rounded the corner.
One day he caught her, his arms reaching around her waist to pull her into the parlour, the rest of the Weasley clan de-gnoming the garden for Harry's birthday.
"Charlie…what're you-" But he stopped her question by pressing his lips to hers, her hands automatically tangling themselves in his fiery hair. "How long do we have?"
His lips trailed her neck as he spoke,
"About ten minutes," His teeth scraped her pulse, "If that."
"We better hurry, then." Her hands were at his zipper pulling his pants down as she pushed him to the couch, his laughter making her smile as she pulled off her own tight jeans, throwing them across the couch as she straddled his hips.
The both sighed as she lowered herself onto him, the friction perfect as the angle created a difference sensation with every thrust of the other's hips. But he watched her face contort with pleasure, her lips parted as her eyes rolled back slightly, her breath ragged as his hands helped her hips, pulling her down as he thrust up to her, causing her to whimper against his neck.
She felt the scream of climax, wrenched in her throat as she bit down on his neck, trembling against him as he groaned, release flowing through them like waves, leaving them sated and ragged.
"Dora, dear…" They heard Mrs. Weasley bustling through the kitchen, "If you don't mind…"
They dressed in a hurry, Tonks pushing Charlie to the staircase in front of the parlour as she pulled on her jeans, falling to the floor in the act.
"Dora?!" She heard Mrs. Weasley yell, as well as a fit of laughter from Charlie, who was making his way upstairs.
"I'm fine, Molly." She said, brushing off the dust from her coat as she stood, Mrs. Weasley square in the doorway.
"Are you sure dear? You look flustered." She saw her hands reach for her cheek but pulled away, sidestepping to the front door.
"I'll just go help the boy's with the de-gnoming." She scurried from the room as Charlie's laughter rumbling from upstairs, Mrs. Weasley standing there with the oddest sense of bewilderment on her face.
