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Chapter 4
In spite of their agreement, they tried their hardest to avoid any kind of bodily contact and to limit their further involvement to work alone. But that did not last for long. Due to their sheer proximity while working together and their raw animalistic attraction for one another, they eventually wound up in each other's arms before the second day had passed. Soon, their agreement became sort of like a game. They would go as long as they could without contact. Then one of them would inevitably break down and lose control. It was usually her. But they invariably ended up in the same fix. Snogging each other senseless. Sometimes more. Often times more. They finally had to make a rule of no touching until the lessons were over. Otherwise, they would never have gotten anything done.
So far, their encounters had been limited to they days they worked together. But even that was getting to be not enough. Sure, she had always missed seeing him on their off-days, but lately she was missing him more and more. And when they'd been separated for a whole week, she was nearing her breaking point. On the seventh day of their separation, to her great happiness, she ran into him in the upstairs hall while they were on their way to dinner. And the best part was, they were all alone, as the others were already downstairs getting ready to eat.
"Harry," she whispered breathily, as they stared at each other. She could see the lust in his eyes. Their eyes remained locked as she pushed him roughly up against the wall. An intense desire had been building up in them all week, and its sudden release was explosive. They kissed feverishly as his hands wrapped around her waist and began sliding upwards under her shirt. Her nipples instantly hardened under his touch. She gently lowered one hand and began stroking him through the fabric of his pants, while her other hand remained tangled in his hair. He moaned his pleasure, and let one of his hands trail down to her thigh to caress her. She knew she was wet. In just seconds, he was painfully hard and she was flushed all over.
"Tonks," he panted. "I need you. Now."
"We could go to my bedroom upstairs," she breathed in between kisses.
He looked her directly in the eyes. "I don't think I can wait that long."
She looked down the length of the hall and made a quick decision. "Come with me," she commanded, as she grabbed his hand and practically drug him to the first door she found. It was dark inside, and she hastily flipped the light switch. The room turned out to be a bathroom. "Will this do?" she asked, pulling him inside.
"It will have to."
He reached for his belt buckle while she ripped off her underwear. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on the counter that held the sink, with her legs spread apart and her skirt bunched up around her waist, while Harry was standing in front of her thrusting into her savagely. "Oh God!" he yelled as he pounded into her over and over again. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, as his every thrust was hitting her in just the right place. She was nearing the edge. Neither of them would last very long.
"Harry!" she moaned breathily as the intense waves of pleasure began pulsing through her. He came just after she did, yelling her name wantonly. When it was over, neither of them moved. They just stayed clasped together, basking in the afterglow of earth-shattering sex. Suddenly, they heard an unexpected sound from outside the door.
"Tonks? Is that you?"
"Shit!" she whispered. "It's Minnie!" Harry went three shades paler. She quickly hopped off the counter and began scrambling back into her underwear. "Yes, Minerva. It's me," she called in a high-pitched voice.
"Are you okay? We were all waiting for you downstairs."
"I was feeling a little sick to my stomach," she lied, forcing herself to keep a steady voice. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."
"Oh, dear, I hope you haven't caught anything!" Professor McGonagall went on.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," she said as she straightened her clothes. "I probably just ate something that disagreed with me. I'll be down in a minute."
"By the way," McGonagall continued, "have you seen Harry? We can't find him anywhere." Harry, who was in the middle of tucking in his shirt, looked up in alarm and accidentally knocked a small vase off the counter. It shattered on the floor and Tonks gave him a warning look.
"No, I haven't seen him anywhere," she answered, feigning surprise, wishing desperately that she would leave.
"What was that noise?" McGonagall said warily.
Tonks rolled her eyes at Harry. "I accidentally knocked something off the sink." At least it was in keeping with her natural clumsiness.
"Well hurry down when you're ready," she said as she finally walked off.
The two breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close," Harry whispered, after they were sure she was gone.
"Too close," she agreed. "If she'd come up here just a few seconds before.."
"Yeah, I know," he agreed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "And what if it had been Moody? He could have seen right through the door!" Right then and there, they vowed to be more careful. They couldn't afford to get caught.
"We'd better go downstairs before they all have a fit," she finally said.
"Where am I supposed to have been?" he said sarcastically.
She thought for a moment. "Tell them you were up in the attic feeding Buckbeak."
He raised his eyebrows. "And they're going to buy that?"
She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Why not? To them you're still the innocent Harry Potter, incapable of naughtiness." She let her hands travel teasingly down his chest. He blushed.
"Fine. Do you want to go down first or do you want me to?"
"You first. I'll be down in a minute."
"Tonks?" he whispered shyly, as he was turning to leave.
"Yeah, Harry?"
"I missed you this week."
She smiled and kissed him softly, taking his hands in hers. "I missed you, too."
He finally turned to leave and their hands were forced to break apart. He gave her a sweet smile. "See you downstairs." With that, he hastily peeped outside the door to see if the coast was clear, and then disappeared down the stairs, Tonks staring after him all the way.
After he'd gone, she sat down on the toilet seat and waited. She took in her surroundings for the first time. The wallpaper was peeling and the tub looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Her eyes finally settled on the counter. She sighed as the vivid memories of just minutes before flooded back through her. She ran her fingers along the cold tile of the counter and smiled. That counter had proved to be really useful. Sure it had been hard and cold, but it was the perfect height, and it had provided a fantastic angle. With a chuckle, she made a mental note to herself to never underestimate the powers of counter sex. After a good ten minutes had lapsed, she switched off the light and went to join the others.
Dinner that night had been awkward, to say the least. It mainly consisted of a clumsier than normal Tonks, a red as a beet Harry, and a suspicious McGonagall.
"What were you doing in the attic again, Harry?" she quizzed him.
"Feeding Buckbeak," he choked out.
"But Kingsley went up there to look for you and no one was there," she protested. Apparently the feeding Buckbeak idea wasn't panning out after all.
"Maybe he was going down as I was coming up," he suggested lamely. Poor Harry, he was such a terrible liar! He had turned extremely pink again and was playing with his fork.
"I guess it's possible," Kingsley replied amiably, but McGonagall still seemed unconvinced. They continued their meal in silence. Needless to say, she and Harry were both greatly relieved when dinner finally ended and everyone could go their separate ways. Tonks watched as Harry joined Hermione, Ron, Lupin and Kingsley in the parlor. She chatted with McGonagall and Moody for a while but finally went up to her bedroom, telling them that she was feeling a little nauseous again. She hastily got into her nightclothes and slipped into bed. Her mind was whirling from the evening's activities and she couldn't sleep. She just stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking. Some time later she finally drifted off, dreaming of black hair and green eyes.
Note: Thanks very much to all who have reviewed! I must confess that I just started writing for the first time a few weeks ago, so I have lots to learn. I really appreciate all the comments and suggestions. I'll also admit that I don't have this story planned out. I started writing it on a whim a few days ago, and I'm just going day to day on it. So far, I've just been writing whatever happens to pop into my head, so I'm quite open to ideas. I am also aware that it is very flawed. Please forgive me. And silverleaf, I very much agree with you! I contemplated this very point while I was writing it. Perhaps I should have thought it through a little more, but, as I mentioned, I was just writing whatever popped into my head, and I was doing it rather rapidly, at that. Thanks again for everyone's interest!
Chapter 4
In spite of their agreement, they tried their hardest to avoid any kind of bodily contact and to limit their further involvement to work alone. But that did not last for long. Due to their sheer proximity while working together and their raw animalistic attraction for one another, they eventually wound up in each other's arms before the second day had passed. Soon, their agreement became sort of like a game. They would go as long as they could without contact. Then one of them would inevitably break down and lose control. It was usually her. But they invariably ended up in the same fix. Snogging each other senseless. Sometimes more. Often times more. They finally had to make a rule of no touching until the lessons were over. Otherwise, they would never have gotten anything done.
So far, their encounters had been limited to they days they worked together. But even that was getting to be not enough. Sure, she had always missed seeing him on their off-days, but lately she was missing him more and more. And when they'd been separated for a whole week, she was nearing her breaking point. On the seventh day of their separation, to her great happiness, she ran into him in the upstairs hall while they were on their way to dinner. And the best part was, they were all alone, as the others were already downstairs getting ready to eat.
"Harry," she whispered breathily, as they stared at each other. She could see the lust in his eyes. Their eyes remained locked as she pushed him roughly up against the wall. An intense desire had been building up in them all week, and its sudden release was explosive. They kissed feverishly as his hands wrapped around her waist and began sliding upwards under her shirt. Her nipples instantly hardened under his touch. She gently lowered one hand and began stroking him through the fabric of his pants, while her other hand remained tangled in his hair. He moaned his pleasure, and let one of his hands trail down to her thigh to caress her. She knew she was wet. In just seconds, he was painfully hard and she was flushed all over.
"Tonks," he panted. "I need you. Now."
"We could go to my bedroom upstairs," she breathed in between kisses.
He looked her directly in the eyes. "I don't think I can wait that long."
She looked down the length of the hall and made a quick decision. "Come with me," she commanded, as she grabbed his hand and practically drug him to the first door she found. It was dark inside, and she hastily flipped the light switch. The room turned out to be a bathroom. "Will this do?" she asked, pulling him inside.
"It will have to."
He reached for his belt buckle while she ripped off her underwear. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on the counter that held the sink, with her legs spread apart and her skirt bunched up around her waist, while Harry was standing in front of her thrusting into her savagely. "Oh God!" he yelled as he pounded into her over and over again. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, as his every thrust was hitting her in just the right place. She was nearing the edge. Neither of them would last very long.
"Harry!" she moaned breathily as the intense waves of pleasure began pulsing through her. He came just after she did, yelling her name wantonly. When it was over, neither of them moved. They just stayed clasped together, basking in the afterglow of earth-shattering sex. Suddenly, they heard an unexpected sound from outside the door.
"Tonks? Is that you?"
"Shit!" she whispered. "It's Minnie!" Harry went three shades paler. She quickly hopped off the counter and began scrambling back into her underwear. "Yes, Minerva. It's me," she called in a high-pitched voice.
"Are you okay? We were all waiting for you downstairs."
"I was feeling a little sick to my stomach," she lied, forcing herself to keep a steady voice. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."
"Oh, dear, I hope you haven't caught anything!" Professor McGonagall went on.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," she said as she straightened her clothes. "I probably just ate something that disagreed with me. I'll be down in a minute."
"By the way," McGonagall continued, "have you seen Harry? We can't find him anywhere." Harry, who was in the middle of tucking in his shirt, looked up in alarm and accidentally knocked a small vase off the counter. It shattered on the floor and Tonks gave him a warning look.
"No, I haven't seen him anywhere," she answered, feigning surprise, wishing desperately that she would leave.
"What was that noise?" McGonagall said warily.
Tonks rolled her eyes at Harry. "I accidentally knocked something off the sink." At least it was in keeping with her natural clumsiness.
"Well hurry down when you're ready," she said as she finally walked off.
The two breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close," Harry whispered, after they were sure she was gone.
"Too close," she agreed. "If she'd come up here just a few seconds before.."
"Yeah, I know," he agreed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "And what if it had been Moody? He could have seen right through the door!" Right then and there, they vowed to be more careful. They couldn't afford to get caught.
"We'd better go downstairs before they all have a fit," she finally said.
"Where am I supposed to have been?" he said sarcastically.
She thought for a moment. "Tell them you were up in the attic feeding Buckbeak."
He raised his eyebrows. "And they're going to buy that?"
She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Why not? To them you're still the innocent Harry Potter, incapable of naughtiness." She let her hands travel teasingly down his chest. He blushed.
"Fine. Do you want to go down first or do you want me to?"
"You first. I'll be down in a minute."
"Tonks?" he whispered shyly, as he was turning to leave.
"Yeah, Harry?"
"I missed you this week."
She smiled and kissed him softly, taking his hands in hers. "I missed you, too."
He finally turned to leave and their hands were forced to break apart. He gave her a sweet smile. "See you downstairs." With that, he hastily peeped outside the door to see if the coast was clear, and then disappeared down the stairs, Tonks staring after him all the way.
After he'd gone, she sat down on the toilet seat and waited. She took in her surroundings for the first time. The wallpaper was peeling and the tub looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Her eyes finally settled on the counter. She sighed as the vivid memories of just minutes before flooded back through her. She ran her fingers along the cold tile of the counter and smiled. That counter had proved to be really useful. Sure it had been hard and cold, but it was the perfect height, and it had provided a fantastic angle. With a chuckle, she made a mental note to herself to never underestimate the powers of counter sex. After a good ten minutes had lapsed, she switched off the light and went to join the others.
Dinner that night had been awkward, to say the least. It mainly consisted of a clumsier than normal Tonks, a red as a beet Harry, and a suspicious McGonagall.
"What were you doing in the attic again, Harry?" she quizzed him.
"Feeding Buckbeak," he choked out.
"But Kingsley went up there to look for you and no one was there," she protested. Apparently the feeding Buckbeak idea wasn't panning out after all.
"Maybe he was going down as I was coming up," he suggested lamely. Poor Harry, he was such a terrible liar! He had turned extremely pink again and was playing with his fork.
"I guess it's possible," Kingsley replied amiably, but McGonagall still seemed unconvinced. They continued their meal in silence. Needless to say, she and Harry were both greatly relieved when dinner finally ended and everyone could go their separate ways. Tonks watched as Harry joined Hermione, Ron, Lupin and Kingsley in the parlor. She chatted with McGonagall and Moody for a while but finally went up to her bedroom, telling them that she was feeling a little nauseous again. She hastily got into her nightclothes and slipped into bed. Her mind was whirling from the evening's activities and she couldn't sleep. She just stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking. Some time later she finally drifted off, dreaming of black hair and green eyes.
Note: Thanks very much to all who have reviewed! I must confess that I just started writing for the first time a few weeks ago, so I have lots to learn. I really appreciate all the comments and suggestions. I'll also admit that I don't have this story planned out. I started writing it on a whim a few days ago, and I'm just going day to day on it. So far, I've just been writing whatever happens to pop into my head, so I'm quite open to ideas. I am also aware that it is very flawed. Please forgive me. And silverleaf, I very much agree with you! I contemplated this very point while I was writing it. Perhaps I should have thought it through a little more, but, as I mentioned, I was just writing whatever popped into my head, and I was doing it rather rapidly, at that. Thanks again for everyone's interest!