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Chapter 5
The next day, to her displeasure, she was assigned to Ron. They had been practicing for over two weeks, and the poor boy still couldn't get the hang of apparating. She kept giving him all the encouragement and pointers she could manage, but she knew that time would be the ultimate deciding factor.
For some reason, Ron irritated her. She had no idea why. Maybe it was his loudness or his constant lame jokes. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn't Harry. Harry. She smiled every time she thought about him. And since she and Ron were working in the upstairs bedroom that she and Harry always used, she thought about him quite a lot. In fact, every time she looked at the bed she had to stifle a grin. Or the floor, for that matter. Or even the chair..
"Hey Tonks!" Ron suddenly shouted, interrupting her daydream. "Come look at this!" He was peering out of the window to the ground below.
She reluctantly stood up and trudged to the window, slightly ticked off for having her daydreaming session cut short. "What is it?" she said, exasperation showing in her voice. But when she looked down she saw. And what she saw made her eyes pop. Harry was currently clinging to a limb of a huge oak tree, with Moody standing far below him, yelling instructions in a harsh voice.
"My God!" she exclaimed. "How did he get up there?" She knew that he and Moody had been practicing dodging curses in the backyard, but she didn't think that it branched over to tree climbing.
Ron, who was doubled over from laughter, shrugged his shoulders. Tonks, in spite of herself, chuckled, too. It was a funny situation to witness. Ron, struck with an idea, suddenly raised the window and yelled down to Harry teasingly. "How's it going, mate? Having fun?"
Tonks rolled her eyes. Harry looked extremely irritated and just glared at Ron, all the while clinging precariously to the branch. His angry reaction only increased Ron's pleasure. Tonks could tell Harry was getting really mad, so she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him back inside. "Let's get back to work," she commanded.
"Okay, Miss Killjoy," he grumbled sarcastically, as he reluctantly closed the window. She sighed to herself and went back to the boring task of watching Ron attempt to apparate.
Meanwhile, Harry was having a terrible day. It had started off well enough, but it had quickly gone downhill. That morning, Moody had transfigured the backyard into a large grassy field so that they would have a good place to practice dodging curses. He also put a spell on it so that the muggle neighbors could see nothing except a fenced-in lot.
He and Moody had practiced dodging curses before, but this time Moody was exceptionally hard on him. By midmorning, he was physically exhausted from all of the running, ducking, and bending. His mind was also fried from rapidly coming up with counter-curses for self-defense. He'd also been hit with quite a few curses that he hadn't been able to dodge. All were relatively harmless, just unpleasant. His legs were like noodles from being hit with the jellylegs curse so often, and he was certain that Moody had even used Ginny's bat-boogie hex on him.
Needless to say, he was pretty well ticked off when Moody decided to use wingardium leviosa on him to send him soaring up into the air, landing him straight into a tree. He banged his head badly on a large limb, and the branches had scratched his arms. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the first branch he could get a hold of, to prevent himself from floating further up into the sky. As he swung there, hanging on for dear life, he could hear Moody yelling something up at him, but he really couldn't tell what. To top it off, Ron had seen it. And Tonks. Harry cringed in embarrassment at the thought.
Moody had finally lowered him back down, only to wear him down further with more rigorous practice. Yes, it was a bad day.
And it got even worse, for that night at dinner, Ron proceeded to tell everyone about Harry's ordeal with the tree, and how hilarious it had been. Everyone found it quite amusing, except for Harry, of course, who had forced a smile through gritted teeth. He failed to find the humor in it at all. There was nothing humorous about crashing into a tree, getting all banged up, and having to cling to a limb way up in the air. His nerves were starting to wear thin, especially when Moody had piped up about the virtues of 'constant vigilance' and how quicker reflexes could have prevented it.
Tonks sensed his discomfort and tried to steer the conversation to safer topics, but it invariably drifted back to Harry. Professor McGonagall kept commenting on his paleness, and Hermione chided him for not having started his summer potions assignment. Even Kingsley asked how his scar was feeling. He felt like screaming. He had always hated people fussing over him, and being utterly exhausted, sore, bruised, and scratched only made it worse. The meal wore on for what seemed like hours to Harry.
When it finally ended, he had hurried upstairs. He wanted nothing more than to soak his aching body in a hot, steamy bath, and then to sleep for the rest of the summer. But it was not to be. Just as he was heading for the bathroom, Hermione knocked on his door, and his hopes of a hot bath were dashed. She had a stack of textbooks in her arms.
"Harry, I was wondering if you would quiz me on these spells," she asked, as she thrust a heavy book into his hands.
He looked at the cover. "But Hermione," he protested, "This is the 7th year book!"
"I know," she said defensively, "but I like to stay ahead."
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?" he moaned. "Can't Ron do it? I was on my way to take a bath."
She looked hurt. "Well I guess he could," she said quietly, "but I wanted you to."
Harry sighed. He couldn't bear to hurt her feelings. "Alright. I'll do it," he finally consented. "But only for a few minutes."
Her face lit up and she impulsively hugged him around the neck.
Harry laughed in surprise and hugged her back. After she released him, they sat down on some cushions by the fire and set to work.
The 'few minutes' stipulation had quickly been violated, for they studied for a good hour and a half. As she was finally leaving, she turned to face him. "Are sure you're alright, Harry? You've seemed a little detached lately."
A pink flush crept into his cheeks. "I'm fine. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind right now."
She looked at him with concern. "If there's anything I can do, Harry, I'll do it. You know that."
Her sincerity and genuine concern moved him unexpectedly. For some reason, he was starting to feel a twinge of guilt about keeping things from her. She was, after all, one of his best friends. "I know," he said, smiling weakly at her. "But I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
She reluctantly said her goodbyes and retreated down the hall. Just when he thought he might be able to take that bath after all, Ron stopped by, wanting to talk. Harry was not remotely in a talking mood, but being the polite person that he was, he invited Ron inside. Their chat ended up lasting a good hour, and soon it was past midnight. Just as Ron was getting up to leave, something crashed into the nightstand, knocking over a lamp. It was Tonks.
Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights when he saw her there, by his bed. Ron looked shocked, too. But Tonks quickly covered herself. "Sorry boys!" she said good-naturedly. "I was trying to apparate down to the kitchen for a snack. I must have gotten the wrong room. What's the matter with me?"
Ron laughed and Harry forced himself to play along. "Well, I guess I'll be heading off, now," she said, meeting Harry's eyes for the first time. She gave him a subtle, but lingering look, and then she disappeared. "Funny girl, Tonks," Ron said as he was leaving.
"Yeah. Funny girl," echoed Harry, as Ron disappeared down the dark hall.
He was alone at last, but after the long night, he was much too tired to even walk to the bathroom. He collapsed onto the bed wearily without even bothering to undress. He extinguished the lights with his wand. He laid there, his head spinning, thinking about things. Mainly about Tonks. He couldn't get her out of his mind. She had been coming to see him. That made him immeasurably happy.
He got even happier when she suddenly apparated right next to him, wearing nothing but a thin, white t-shirt that left little to the imagination. He felt a stirring below his waist when he noticed her erect nipples poking through the flimsy fabric.
"Sorry about earlier. I had no idea you'd have company at that hour."
He smiled weakly, "Neither did I."
He was just lying there, immobile, looking at her. "Rough day?" she whispered, as she gently began stroking his hair back from his forehead.
"The worst." Her touch was making his entire body tingle all over.
"Want me to make it better?" she purred into his ear.
He nodded, too tired to even talk.
"Turn over," she said.
He rolled over onto his stomach like she commanded. She then straddled him and placed her hands on his back. He could feel her bare thighs pressed up against him. Gently, she began massaging his sore muscles. She kneaded his shoulders for a good while, and she finally worked her fingers up and down his spine. A delicious warmth was spreading throughout his whole body.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
"Mmmm," Harry sighed in pleasure.
"I take it that's a yes," she laughed.
He nodded. He was enjoying it immensely. It felt wonderful just lying there totally limp, with her warm hands melting away all the tension in his body. His entire body was tingling. His every nerve was on fire.
"Raise up for a sec, Harry," she said. "I want to take your shirt off. I can't get good traction through the cloth."
He lifted up, and she slipped the shirt off. When she resumed her massaging, it was even better. The skin-to-skin contact was incredible. She worked his muscles thoroughly. When she finished with his shoulders, she started on his back. And when she finally got to his neck, she let her fingertips gently run up into his hair. He sighed through the pillows. When she was satisfied that she had loosened every muscle and worked out every knot, she removed her hands. Harry immediately felt the loss.
"How was that?"
"Wonderful," he whispered, the pillows muffling his voice.
"Do you feel up to apparating? I've got a surprise for you."
Harry immediately knew what she had in mind. Or so he thought. And as appealing as that was to him, he was so exhausted he didn't know if he physically had the strength to do it. "Tonks," he began, "As great as it sounds, I don't know if I'm up for it tonight. I wouldn't be much use to you."
"That's not the surprise I had in mind, Harry," she said wryly.
He rolled over onto his back again for the first time so he could look at her.
"What is it, then, if it's not..er..that?"
She smiled. "You want to see?"
He nodded, and she grabbed his hand. She apparated, taking Harry with her. They reappeared in a room dimly lit with candles. The gentle light illuminated the surroundings, and Harry saw for the first time where they were. They were in a bathroom. Her bathroom, he assumed. And there in the middle of the room was a deep tub, filled full of hot, steamy water.
"Tonks," he breathed. "You're a mind reader."
She smiled.
"Thank you," he said softly, looking into her eyes.
"Here. Let me help you." She began unzipping his trousers. In spite of the fact that they'd had sex on many different occasions, he still felt a little shy about her seeing him naked. He blushed when she pulled down his boxers.
When he was completely unclad, he stepped into the tub and let himself sink wearily into the depths. He began relaxing as he watched her slowly walk over to the cabinet in the corner to get a washcloth. As she stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf, her t-shirt rode up even higher, allowing Harry to see for the first time that she was wearing no underwear. He suddenly felt a bit dizzy, as all the blood in his head began rushing to his lower body. He only grew more aroused when she came back over, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she walked.
What she did next surprised him. She carefully stepped into the tub herself and sat down so that she was facing him. She then lathered up the washcloth and began rubbing it languidly all over his body. He moaned as every care of the day was being washed away by her tender touch. In the process of bathing him, her shirt became soaked, and it clung to her like a second skin. He knew that she could see how that affected him, but she chose to ignore it as she continued her task at hand.
After she had cleaned and rinsed him, she scooted up into his lap so that they were face to face and she was straddling him. She reached down and gripped him firmly, causing him to release a guttural groan. She then began moving her hand up and down his throbbing shaft, slowly at first, and then harder and faster. Harry had closed his eyes and leaned his head back in bliss, but she wanted him to look at her.
"Look at me, Harry," she whispered. His eyes snapped open and met hers, and they remained locked. She was right. The eye contact only made the experience more intense.
She kept upping her pace until Harry's knuckles were white from clinging to the sides of the tub and he was at the brink of release. All to soon he climaxed, moaning her name as he arched his head back in pleasure. She just held him until he was spent. His breathing slowly returned to normal as he came back down from his intense high.
"Oh, wow." he sighed. "That was great."
"Glad you liked it," she whispered, as she scooted even closer to him so that her breasts were squashed up against his chest. Even in the water, he could feel the wetness between her legs. She brought her mouth to his, for a slow, lingering kiss. After breaking apart, their mouths continued to meet, over and over. These kisses weren't hard and furious like some of their past encounters. They were lazy and sensual. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to her. Soon, they were tasting each other, savoring the wetness, going deeper and deeper..
Harry could feel himself getting hard again.
"Greedy, aren't we?" she teased, as she felt his arousal pressing into her.
"You can't exactly control these things, you know," he said wryly, between kisses. "Especially when you have a sexy, naked-for-all-practical-purposes female pressing into your lap.
"Is that right?" she teased.
"Tonks," he said seriously, looking into her eyes. "Don't tease me."
She smiled slightly. She secretly liked it when he begged. "Then tell me how you want it."
His voice was breathy and desperate. "I want you. Right here. Now."
"In the bathtub?"
"I could honestly care less," he said truthfully, as his hands moved up her sides and his mouth worked at her neck, hungrily.
She used her wand to remove most of the water so that they wouldn't drown themselves, and they carefully lowered their bodies so that they were lying down. She was on top this time, and she gently lowered herself down onto him. She fit him like a wet, hot glove. And she was tight. So tight. He sighed in pleasure as she began moving her body on him. She'd lift up, and then slide back down. Over and over. Her pace was slow at first, but she gradually bounced harder as his cries grew more frantic.
Harry loved it when she was on top. He didn't have to do anything. He could just lay back and watch. Watch her face contort in pleasure as she moved on him. Watch her breasts bounce with her every movement.
He couldn't hold out any longer, so he just let go, feeling the sweet release run through his entire body. She came soon after, yelling his name all the while. He loved it when she said his name in the throes of passion. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard.
They lay there for a few minutes, savoring the contact.
"Feel better now?" she finally whispered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth.
He nodded. "Much."
"Ready for bed?"
"Yeah."
With that, she quickly performed a drying spell on them, helped Harry into some flannel pants she transfigured for him, and apparated them back his room.
She tucked him into bed, planting tender kisses on his chest and face.
"Tonks?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
She smiled. "Your welcome." Then, with a small pop, she was gone.
Harry took a deep breath and sank back into the pillows. His body, which had been sore and tense only an hour before, was now warm and happy. It was amazing how things could change over the course of a day. He drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
Note: Thanks again to all who have taken the time to review! I appreciate the feedback.
So far this story is just focusing on their encounters. I would like nothing more than to be able to write up a great action story to go along with it, but, sadly, I've got no ideas for one. I still haven't decided if Tonks should go to Hogwarts with him or not. By the way, somebody will probably catch them in the next chapter :)
Chapter 5
The next day, to her displeasure, she was assigned to Ron. They had been practicing for over two weeks, and the poor boy still couldn't get the hang of apparating. She kept giving him all the encouragement and pointers she could manage, but she knew that time would be the ultimate deciding factor.
For some reason, Ron irritated her. She had no idea why. Maybe it was his loudness or his constant lame jokes. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn't Harry. Harry. She smiled every time she thought about him. And since she and Ron were working in the upstairs bedroom that she and Harry always used, she thought about him quite a lot. In fact, every time she looked at the bed she had to stifle a grin. Or the floor, for that matter. Or even the chair..
"Hey Tonks!" Ron suddenly shouted, interrupting her daydream. "Come look at this!" He was peering out of the window to the ground below.
She reluctantly stood up and trudged to the window, slightly ticked off for having her daydreaming session cut short. "What is it?" she said, exasperation showing in her voice. But when she looked down she saw. And what she saw made her eyes pop. Harry was currently clinging to a limb of a huge oak tree, with Moody standing far below him, yelling instructions in a harsh voice.
"My God!" she exclaimed. "How did he get up there?" She knew that he and Moody had been practicing dodging curses in the backyard, but she didn't think that it branched over to tree climbing.
Ron, who was doubled over from laughter, shrugged his shoulders. Tonks, in spite of herself, chuckled, too. It was a funny situation to witness. Ron, struck with an idea, suddenly raised the window and yelled down to Harry teasingly. "How's it going, mate? Having fun?"
Tonks rolled her eyes. Harry looked extremely irritated and just glared at Ron, all the while clinging precariously to the branch. His angry reaction only increased Ron's pleasure. Tonks could tell Harry was getting really mad, so she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him back inside. "Let's get back to work," she commanded.
"Okay, Miss Killjoy," he grumbled sarcastically, as he reluctantly closed the window. She sighed to herself and went back to the boring task of watching Ron attempt to apparate.
Meanwhile, Harry was having a terrible day. It had started off well enough, but it had quickly gone downhill. That morning, Moody had transfigured the backyard into a large grassy field so that they would have a good place to practice dodging curses. He also put a spell on it so that the muggle neighbors could see nothing except a fenced-in lot.
He and Moody had practiced dodging curses before, but this time Moody was exceptionally hard on him. By midmorning, he was physically exhausted from all of the running, ducking, and bending. His mind was also fried from rapidly coming up with counter-curses for self-defense. He'd also been hit with quite a few curses that he hadn't been able to dodge. All were relatively harmless, just unpleasant. His legs were like noodles from being hit with the jellylegs curse so often, and he was certain that Moody had even used Ginny's bat-boogie hex on him.
Needless to say, he was pretty well ticked off when Moody decided to use wingardium leviosa on him to send him soaring up into the air, landing him straight into a tree. He banged his head badly on a large limb, and the branches had scratched his arms. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the first branch he could get a hold of, to prevent himself from floating further up into the sky. As he swung there, hanging on for dear life, he could hear Moody yelling something up at him, but he really couldn't tell what. To top it off, Ron had seen it. And Tonks. Harry cringed in embarrassment at the thought.
Moody had finally lowered him back down, only to wear him down further with more rigorous practice. Yes, it was a bad day.
And it got even worse, for that night at dinner, Ron proceeded to tell everyone about Harry's ordeal with the tree, and how hilarious it had been. Everyone found it quite amusing, except for Harry, of course, who had forced a smile through gritted teeth. He failed to find the humor in it at all. There was nothing humorous about crashing into a tree, getting all banged up, and having to cling to a limb way up in the air. His nerves were starting to wear thin, especially when Moody had piped up about the virtues of 'constant vigilance' and how quicker reflexes could have prevented it.
Tonks sensed his discomfort and tried to steer the conversation to safer topics, but it invariably drifted back to Harry. Professor McGonagall kept commenting on his paleness, and Hermione chided him for not having started his summer potions assignment. Even Kingsley asked how his scar was feeling. He felt like screaming. He had always hated people fussing over him, and being utterly exhausted, sore, bruised, and scratched only made it worse. The meal wore on for what seemed like hours to Harry.
When it finally ended, he had hurried upstairs. He wanted nothing more than to soak his aching body in a hot, steamy bath, and then to sleep for the rest of the summer. But it was not to be. Just as he was heading for the bathroom, Hermione knocked on his door, and his hopes of a hot bath were dashed. She had a stack of textbooks in her arms.
"Harry, I was wondering if you would quiz me on these spells," she asked, as she thrust a heavy book into his hands.
He looked at the cover. "But Hermione," he protested, "This is the 7th year book!"
"I know," she said defensively, "but I like to stay ahead."
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?" he moaned. "Can't Ron do it? I was on my way to take a bath."
She looked hurt. "Well I guess he could," she said quietly, "but I wanted you to."
Harry sighed. He couldn't bear to hurt her feelings. "Alright. I'll do it," he finally consented. "But only for a few minutes."
Her face lit up and she impulsively hugged him around the neck.
Harry laughed in surprise and hugged her back. After she released him, they sat down on some cushions by the fire and set to work.
The 'few minutes' stipulation had quickly been violated, for they studied for a good hour and a half. As she was finally leaving, she turned to face him. "Are sure you're alright, Harry? You've seemed a little detached lately."
A pink flush crept into his cheeks. "I'm fine. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind right now."
She looked at him with concern. "If there's anything I can do, Harry, I'll do it. You know that."
Her sincerity and genuine concern moved him unexpectedly. For some reason, he was starting to feel a twinge of guilt about keeping things from her. She was, after all, one of his best friends. "I know," he said, smiling weakly at her. "But I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
She reluctantly said her goodbyes and retreated down the hall. Just when he thought he might be able to take that bath after all, Ron stopped by, wanting to talk. Harry was not remotely in a talking mood, but being the polite person that he was, he invited Ron inside. Their chat ended up lasting a good hour, and soon it was past midnight. Just as Ron was getting up to leave, something crashed into the nightstand, knocking over a lamp. It was Tonks.
Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights when he saw her there, by his bed. Ron looked shocked, too. But Tonks quickly covered herself. "Sorry boys!" she said good-naturedly. "I was trying to apparate down to the kitchen for a snack. I must have gotten the wrong room. What's the matter with me?"
Ron laughed and Harry forced himself to play along. "Well, I guess I'll be heading off, now," she said, meeting Harry's eyes for the first time. She gave him a subtle, but lingering look, and then she disappeared. "Funny girl, Tonks," Ron said as he was leaving.
"Yeah. Funny girl," echoed Harry, as Ron disappeared down the dark hall.
He was alone at last, but after the long night, he was much too tired to even walk to the bathroom. He collapsed onto the bed wearily without even bothering to undress. He extinguished the lights with his wand. He laid there, his head spinning, thinking about things. Mainly about Tonks. He couldn't get her out of his mind. She had been coming to see him. That made him immeasurably happy.
He got even happier when she suddenly apparated right next to him, wearing nothing but a thin, white t-shirt that left little to the imagination. He felt a stirring below his waist when he noticed her erect nipples poking through the flimsy fabric.
"Sorry about earlier. I had no idea you'd have company at that hour."
He smiled weakly, "Neither did I."
He was just lying there, immobile, looking at her. "Rough day?" she whispered, as she gently began stroking his hair back from his forehead.
"The worst." Her touch was making his entire body tingle all over.
"Want me to make it better?" she purred into his ear.
He nodded, too tired to even talk.
"Turn over," she said.
He rolled over onto his stomach like she commanded. She then straddled him and placed her hands on his back. He could feel her bare thighs pressed up against him. Gently, she began massaging his sore muscles. She kneaded his shoulders for a good while, and she finally worked her fingers up and down his spine. A delicious warmth was spreading throughout his whole body.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
"Mmmm," Harry sighed in pleasure.
"I take it that's a yes," she laughed.
He nodded. He was enjoying it immensely. It felt wonderful just lying there totally limp, with her warm hands melting away all the tension in his body. His entire body was tingling. His every nerve was on fire.
"Raise up for a sec, Harry," she said. "I want to take your shirt off. I can't get good traction through the cloth."
He lifted up, and she slipped the shirt off. When she resumed her massaging, it was even better. The skin-to-skin contact was incredible. She worked his muscles thoroughly. When she finished with his shoulders, she started on his back. And when she finally got to his neck, she let her fingertips gently run up into his hair. He sighed through the pillows. When she was satisfied that she had loosened every muscle and worked out every knot, she removed her hands. Harry immediately felt the loss.
"How was that?"
"Wonderful," he whispered, the pillows muffling his voice.
"Do you feel up to apparating? I've got a surprise for you."
Harry immediately knew what she had in mind. Or so he thought. And as appealing as that was to him, he was so exhausted he didn't know if he physically had the strength to do it. "Tonks," he began, "As great as it sounds, I don't know if I'm up for it tonight. I wouldn't be much use to you."
"That's not the surprise I had in mind, Harry," she said wryly.
He rolled over onto his back again for the first time so he could look at her.
"What is it, then, if it's not..er..that?"
She smiled. "You want to see?"
He nodded, and she grabbed his hand. She apparated, taking Harry with her. They reappeared in a room dimly lit with candles. The gentle light illuminated the surroundings, and Harry saw for the first time where they were. They were in a bathroom. Her bathroom, he assumed. And there in the middle of the room was a deep tub, filled full of hot, steamy water.
"Tonks," he breathed. "You're a mind reader."
She smiled.
"Thank you," he said softly, looking into her eyes.
"Here. Let me help you." She began unzipping his trousers. In spite of the fact that they'd had sex on many different occasions, he still felt a little shy about her seeing him naked. He blushed when she pulled down his boxers.
When he was completely unclad, he stepped into the tub and let himself sink wearily into the depths. He began relaxing as he watched her slowly walk over to the cabinet in the corner to get a washcloth. As she stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf, her t-shirt rode up even higher, allowing Harry to see for the first time that she was wearing no underwear. He suddenly felt a bit dizzy, as all the blood in his head began rushing to his lower body. He only grew more aroused when she came back over, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she walked.
What she did next surprised him. She carefully stepped into the tub herself and sat down so that she was facing him. She then lathered up the washcloth and began rubbing it languidly all over his body. He moaned as every care of the day was being washed away by her tender touch. In the process of bathing him, her shirt became soaked, and it clung to her like a second skin. He knew that she could see how that affected him, but she chose to ignore it as she continued her task at hand.
After she had cleaned and rinsed him, she scooted up into his lap so that they were face to face and she was straddling him. She reached down and gripped him firmly, causing him to release a guttural groan. She then began moving her hand up and down his throbbing shaft, slowly at first, and then harder and faster. Harry had closed his eyes and leaned his head back in bliss, but she wanted him to look at her.
"Look at me, Harry," she whispered. His eyes snapped open and met hers, and they remained locked. She was right. The eye contact only made the experience more intense.
She kept upping her pace until Harry's knuckles were white from clinging to the sides of the tub and he was at the brink of release. All to soon he climaxed, moaning her name as he arched his head back in pleasure. She just held him until he was spent. His breathing slowly returned to normal as he came back down from his intense high.
"Oh, wow." he sighed. "That was great."
"Glad you liked it," she whispered, as she scooted even closer to him so that her breasts were squashed up against his chest. Even in the water, he could feel the wetness between her legs. She brought her mouth to his, for a slow, lingering kiss. After breaking apart, their mouths continued to meet, over and over. These kisses weren't hard and furious like some of their past encounters. They were lazy and sensual. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to her. Soon, they were tasting each other, savoring the wetness, going deeper and deeper..
Harry could feel himself getting hard again.
"Greedy, aren't we?" she teased, as she felt his arousal pressing into her.
"You can't exactly control these things, you know," he said wryly, between kisses. "Especially when you have a sexy, naked-for-all-practical-purposes female pressing into your lap.
"Is that right?" she teased.
"Tonks," he said seriously, looking into her eyes. "Don't tease me."
She smiled slightly. She secretly liked it when he begged. "Then tell me how you want it."
His voice was breathy and desperate. "I want you. Right here. Now."
"In the bathtub?"
"I could honestly care less," he said truthfully, as his hands moved up her sides and his mouth worked at her neck, hungrily.
She used her wand to remove most of the water so that they wouldn't drown themselves, and they carefully lowered their bodies so that they were lying down. She was on top this time, and she gently lowered herself down onto him. She fit him like a wet, hot glove. And she was tight. So tight. He sighed in pleasure as she began moving her body on him. She'd lift up, and then slide back down. Over and over. Her pace was slow at first, but she gradually bounced harder as his cries grew more frantic.
Harry loved it when she was on top. He didn't have to do anything. He could just lay back and watch. Watch her face contort in pleasure as she moved on him. Watch her breasts bounce with her every movement.
He couldn't hold out any longer, so he just let go, feeling the sweet release run through his entire body. She came soon after, yelling his name all the while. He loved it when she said his name in the throes of passion. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard.
They lay there for a few minutes, savoring the contact.
"Feel better now?" she finally whispered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth.
He nodded. "Much."
"Ready for bed?"
"Yeah."
With that, she quickly performed a drying spell on them, helped Harry into some flannel pants she transfigured for him, and apparated them back his room.
She tucked him into bed, planting tender kisses on his chest and face.
"Tonks?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
She smiled. "Your welcome." Then, with a small pop, she was gone.
Harry took a deep breath and sank back into the pillows. His body, which had been sore and tense only an hour before, was now warm and happy. It was amazing how things could change over the course of a day. He drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
Note: Thanks again to all who have taken the time to review! I appreciate the feedback.
So far this story is just focusing on their encounters. I would like nothing more than to be able to write up a great action story to go along with it, but, sadly, I've got no ideas for one. I still haven't decided if Tonks should go to Hogwarts with him or not. By the way, somebody will probably catch them in the next chapter :)