Medicinal Seduction or How to Restore an Auror
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Getting in the Proper State of Mind
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Chapter 2 ~ Getting in the Proper State of Mind
It was after midnight, and Tonks was finally asleep. Kingsley roused himself and stiffly rose from his chair, walking up to the bed and studying the sleeping witch, listening to her rhythmic breathing, and looking for signs that the nightly nightmares were truly over. Every night, Tonks would have the same reaction. She would sleep about ten minutes, then begin to toss, and yell, “get away from me you fucking bastards!” Then she would struggle, then scream a few times before falling silent. This would occur about three times before she slept through the night. Kingsley pulled the cover up over her, then turned and left the room.
He walked quietly down the hall to his own bedroom, and opened the door tiredly. He spent every day in vigil with Tonks, listening to her, watching her eat, watching her sleep, and witnessing her nightmares. His mind went back to Snape and what he had told him he needed to do to help the young Auror. He stood in front of the mirror and undressed. He looked at himself. Standing at six-four, he was chocolate-skinned, with a shaved head and a gold earring dangling from one ear. He was well built, muscular, with the grace of a panther when he moved. He was also well endowed. He didn’t think he was really the best choice to bring Tonks back. He was an imposing black man and ten years her senior. He thought she’d be better off with a younger less imposing white wizard. Someone less threatening, more familiar, less different. Plus, he hadn’t been with a woman for a while, and was pretty sure that his appetite would be great, greater than what she required. There was a chance he could make things worse. But, Tonks wouldn’t let anyone else touch her but him. She felt him safe.
Kingsley couldn’t help but feel he was betraying his student as he sat on the edge of his bed. She would be thinking he was focusing on her training, when really he would be focusing on seducing her. This was a real violation of teacher/student trust. He sighed. They needed her. Tonks could spy like no other…Snape being the only Order member more valuable due to his duplicity with the Dark Lord, and he paid dearly for his access. He didn’t see any other way for it. He would have to do it. But he would need a drastic attitude change. He had never thought of Tonks as a sexual being. She was his student, his job was to make her a living, breathing, weapon. Now he had to turn her into a passionate lover, and in order to do that, he had to feel an attraction for her. Transform his image of her from soldier to woman. An accessible woman. He lay down on his bed, closed his eyes and took his cock in his hand. He hadn’t masturbated in a while either. Control over his physical body was important, and not indulging in things sexual kept him strong.
He imagined Tonks in her workout clothing. T-shirt and sweatpants, the standard gear. He slid his hand slowly up and down his shaft, visualizing the t-shirt clinging to her breasts and felt a bit of hardening. This was progress. Her sweats always rode low, and he imagined the flare of her hips and the dangerous dip of her sweats over them…yes…that worked as well. He felt a little throb.
He continued to picture Tonks, now without her t-shirt, imagining her breasts, round, high and firm. Now in her panties only, little ones that he could see the patch of her sex through. Um hmm. His hand moved back and forth faster, he had a full erection now, and it was throbbing, pleasure beginning to race up and down his shaft. Now he imagined her naked, with a look of desire on her pixieish face, her wide, expression eyes half-lidded. Yes, he could see that look. Now she started toward him, her hips swaying seductively. He worked his hand back and forth feverishly, feeling the pressure building as she drew closer. Her lips moved toward him…
He ejaculated, groaning as his come spurted, falling back on his hand. It seemed to go on forever. Kingsley bit his lip as the long forgotten pleasure shot through him. Now he remembered what it was like to slide into a soft, warm, wet woman, and had to admit he wanted it as he finished his release. Now that he saw Tonks as more than his pupil, as the lovely young woman she was, he felt he could fulfill Snape’s prescribed method of restoration, and enjoy doing it. He reached for his wand on the bedside table and did a quick scourgify, then drew the covers up around him and drifted off to sleep.
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Kingsley arrived at Tonks room a little after nine o\'clock dressed to work out. She was awake, sitting up in the bed. He tossed a t-shirt, sweats, some white cotton panties and a pair of trainers at her.
“Ok, get up. Get in the shower. You’ve laid around long enough. You’re going soft,” he said gruffly.
Tonks looked up at him. “Oh, rot. You meant today? I didn’t know you meant today, Kingsley. I thought we’d wait until…” He cut her off.
“Today. Now. Get up,” he said, using his deepest and best trainer voice. He never brooked any opposition when working with someone. There had to be discipline.
Tonks frowned at him, not moving. Kingsley walked over to her bedside and unceremoniously jerked her out of the bed by her arm, her flannel granny gown flying.
“Gods, Kingsley,” she said landing on the floor with a wobble, and gathering up the clothing he supplied automatically. He was glad she hadn’t reacted badly when he grabbed her by the arm. He took a chance there. It seemed Snape had been right. He could touch her.
“And hurry up,” he added as Tonks opened the door and walked down the hall, heading for the shower, walking a bit unevenly. It was the first time she had been up in days. Kingsley sank down in the chair, holding his forehead in his hands. He had got her up. That was progress. And he had noticed the softness of her skin over her musculature when he had roughly pulled her to her feet, and that was progress too. He normally didn’t notice such things. Her appeal as a woman was growing. He heard the shower turn on, and imagined the spray washing over her nude body as she soaped herself. He hardened. Getting turned on by her was not going to be hard at all. He tapped at his cock, willing it to go down. Its outline was noticeable, and he didn’t want her to see that. It might set her off. He stood up and adjusted himself. Better. He left the room and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to fix a light breakfast of fruit for her. She didn’t need anything heavy on her stomach her first workout. He had determined there would be no physical contact today. He had set up the workout bag, and wanted her to vent some of the anger he knew was seething inside her like a poison. He would make her pummel the bag until he felt she had released a good amount of it. Snape had said he would have to seduce her soon, but the woman still needed time. He heard the water turned off upstairs. She would be down soon.
He cut up some apples, oranges and bananas and set them on a plate, then took a bottle of milk from the cooler, and poured out a large glass of it. Tonks walked down the stairs, a towel draping her neck, using a part of it to rub at her short hair until it stood up all over her head. She straddled the stool. Kingsley felt a little throb at this innocent action.
“Man,” he thought, “this is getting too easy.”
He shoved the plate toward her. “Eat,” he said.
Tonks looked down at the fruit. “How ‘bout some sausages and eggs, Kingsley?” she asked, pulling the plate toward her, knowing what his response would be, if she got a response, which she didn’t. Kingsley simply folded his muscled arms and looked at her evenly. She knew why she had to eat fruit.
“All right,” she said popping a slice of banana in her mouth and chewing loudly. That always got on Kingsley’s nerves. But he didn’t say anything, just watched her eat, his eyes on her mouth. Pretty strange.
“You all right, Kingsley?” she asked, “got a touch of something?”
Kingsley started, realizing he was thinking about what it would be like to kiss Tonks.
“I’m fine. I just want you to eat up,” he said, sitting down beside her and popping a slice of orange into his mouth off her plate. He chewed studiously, not looking at her. He felt uncomfortable having thoughts like this. Tonks watched him as she ate.
“You’re acting strange, Kingsley,” she observed shrewdly. She was familiar with him after all. You don’t get your ass kicked most of the year by someone and not get to know him or her. “What’s it about, now? Tell me.”
Kingsley looked at her, thinking of something to say to throw her off. “Just not sleeping good, Tonks.”
Immediately her eyes saddened. “Yeah, I know. Sitting up with me most of the night, watching me breathe. You’re all right Kingsley. You know that, right? I think I might’ve curled up and just died without you being here, you know. Just died.”
She placed her hand on his arm. He looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting her wide hazel ones. He was very aware of the warmth of her hand on his skin.
“Looking out for you is part of my responsibility as your teacher,” he said slowly. She removed her hand, but he could still feel it.
“Well, I appreciate it anyway,” she responded shortly, turning to her plate and going at it.
Kingsley watched her eat, silent and thoughtful.
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A/N: Well, it’s moving along…Kingsley is starting to get into it, and Tonks is properly appreciative of his care…has the making for lemons I think. Let’s see what happens next chapter. I know this isn’t our fav pair SS/HG but please review anyway. Thanks.
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Chapter 2 ~ Getting in the Proper State of Mind
It was after midnight, and Tonks was finally asleep. Kingsley roused himself and stiffly rose from his chair, walking up to the bed and studying the sleeping witch, listening to her rhythmic breathing, and looking for signs that the nightly nightmares were truly over. Every night, Tonks would have the same reaction. She would sleep about ten minutes, then begin to toss, and yell, “get away from me you fucking bastards!” Then she would struggle, then scream a few times before falling silent. This would occur about three times before she slept through the night. Kingsley pulled the cover up over her, then turned and left the room.
He walked quietly down the hall to his own bedroom, and opened the door tiredly. He spent every day in vigil with Tonks, listening to her, watching her eat, watching her sleep, and witnessing her nightmares. His mind went back to Snape and what he had told him he needed to do to help the young Auror. He stood in front of the mirror and undressed. He looked at himself. Standing at six-four, he was chocolate-skinned, with a shaved head and a gold earring dangling from one ear. He was well built, muscular, with the grace of a panther when he moved. He was also well endowed. He didn’t think he was really the best choice to bring Tonks back. He was an imposing black man and ten years her senior. He thought she’d be better off with a younger less imposing white wizard. Someone less threatening, more familiar, less different. Plus, he hadn’t been with a woman for a while, and was pretty sure that his appetite would be great, greater than what she required. There was a chance he could make things worse. But, Tonks wouldn’t let anyone else touch her but him. She felt him safe.
Kingsley couldn’t help but feel he was betraying his student as he sat on the edge of his bed. She would be thinking he was focusing on her training, when really he would be focusing on seducing her. This was a real violation of teacher/student trust. He sighed. They needed her. Tonks could spy like no other…Snape being the only Order member more valuable due to his duplicity with the Dark Lord, and he paid dearly for his access. He didn’t see any other way for it. He would have to do it. But he would need a drastic attitude change. He had never thought of Tonks as a sexual being. She was his student, his job was to make her a living, breathing, weapon. Now he had to turn her into a passionate lover, and in order to do that, he had to feel an attraction for her. Transform his image of her from soldier to woman. An accessible woman. He lay down on his bed, closed his eyes and took his cock in his hand. He hadn’t masturbated in a while either. Control over his physical body was important, and not indulging in things sexual kept him strong.
He imagined Tonks in her workout clothing. T-shirt and sweatpants, the standard gear. He slid his hand slowly up and down his shaft, visualizing the t-shirt clinging to her breasts and felt a bit of hardening. This was progress. Her sweats always rode low, and he imagined the flare of her hips and the dangerous dip of her sweats over them…yes…that worked as well. He felt a little throb.
He continued to picture Tonks, now without her t-shirt, imagining her breasts, round, high and firm. Now in her panties only, little ones that he could see the patch of her sex through. Um hmm. His hand moved back and forth faster, he had a full erection now, and it was throbbing, pleasure beginning to race up and down his shaft. Now he imagined her naked, with a look of desire on her pixieish face, her wide, expression eyes half-lidded. Yes, he could see that look. Now she started toward him, her hips swaying seductively. He worked his hand back and forth feverishly, feeling the pressure building as she drew closer. Her lips moved toward him…
He ejaculated, groaning as his come spurted, falling back on his hand. It seemed to go on forever. Kingsley bit his lip as the long forgotten pleasure shot through him. Now he remembered what it was like to slide into a soft, warm, wet woman, and had to admit he wanted it as he finished his release. Now that he saw Tonks as more than his pupil, as the lovely young woman she was, he felt he could fulfill Snape’s prescribed method of restoration, and enjoy doing it. He reached for his wand on the bedside table and did a quick scourgify, then drew the covers up around him and drifted off to sleep.
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Kingsley arrived at Tonks room a little after nine o\'clock dressed to work out. She was awake, sitting up in the bed. He tossed a t-shirt, sweats, some white cotton panties and a pair of trainers at her.
“Ok, get up. Get in the shower. You’ve laid around long enough. You’re going soft,” he said gruffly.
Tonks looked up at him. “Oh, rot. You meant today? I didn’t know you meant today, Kingsley. I thought we’d wait until…” He cut her off.
“Today. Now. Get up,” he said, using his deepest and best trainer voice. He never brooked any opposition when working with someone. There had to be discipline.
Tonks frowned at him, not moving. Kingsley walked over to her bedside and unceremoniously jerked her out of the bed by her arm, her flannel granny gown flying.
“Gods, Kingsley,” she said landing on the floor with a wobble, and gathering up the clothing he supplied automatically. He was glad she hadn’t reacted badly when he grabbed her by the arm. He took a chance there. It seemed Snape had been right. He could touch her.
“And hurry up,” he added as Tonks opened the door and walked down the hall, heading for the shower, walking a bit unevenly. It was the first time she had been up in days. Kingsley sank down in the chair, holding his forehead in his hands. He had got her up. That was progress. And he had noticed the softness of her skin over her musculature when he had roughly pulled her to her feet, and that was progress too. He normally didn’t notice such things. Her appeal as a woman was growing. He heard the shower turn on, and imagined the spray washing over her nude body as she soaped herself. He hardened. Getting turned on by her was not going to be hard at all. He tapped at his cock, willing it to go down. Its outline was noticeable, and he didn’t want her to see that. It might set her off. He stood up and adjusted himself. Better. He left the room and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to fix a light breakfast of fruit for her. She didn’t need anything heavy on her stomach her first workout. He had determined there would be no physical contact today. He had set up the workout bag, and wanted her to vent some of the anger he knew was seething inside her like a poison. He would make her pummel the bag until he felt she had released a good amount of it. Snape had said he would have to seduce her soon, but the woman still needed time. He heard the water turned off upstairs. She would be down soon.
He cut up some apples, oranges and bananas and set them on a plate, then took a bottle of milk from the cooler, and poured out a large glass of it. Tonks walked down the stairs, a towel draping her neck, using a part of it to rub at her short hair until it stood up all over her head. She straddled the stool. Kingsley felt a little throb at this innocent action.
“Man,” he thought, “this is getting too easy.”
He shoved the plate toward her. “Eat,” he said.
Tonks looked down at the fruit. “How ‘bout some sausages and eggs, Kingsley?” she asked, pulling the plate toward her, knowing what his response would be, if she got a response, which she didn’t. Kingsley simply folded his muscled arms and looked at her evenly. She knew why she had to eat fruit.
“All right,” she said popping a slice of banana in her mouth and chewing loudly. That always got on Kingsley’s nerves. But he didn’t say anything, just watched her eat, his eyes on her mouth. Pretty strange.
“You all right, Kingsley?” she asked, “got a touch of something?”
Kingsley started, realizing he was thinking about what it would be like to kiss Tonks.
“I’m fine. I just want you to eat up,” he said, sitting down beside her and popping a slice of orange into his mouth off her plate. He chewed studiously, not looking at her. He felt uncomfortable having thoughts like this. Tonks watched him as she ate.
“You’re acting strange, Kingsley,” she observed shrewdly. She was familiar with him after all. You don’t get your ass kicked most of the year by someone and not get to know him or her. “What’s it about, now? Tell me.”
Kingsley looked at her, thinking of something to say to throw her off. “Just not sleeping good, Tonks.”
Immediately her eyes saddened. “Yeah, I know. Sitting up with me most of the night, watching me breathe. You’re all right Kingsley. You know that, right? I think I might’ve curled up and just died without you being here, you know. Just died.”
She placed her hand on his arm. He looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting her wide hazel ones. He was very aware of the warmth of her hand on his skin.
“Looking out for you is part of my responsibility as your teacher,” he said slowly. She removed her hand, but he could still feel it.
“Well, I appreciate it anyway,” she responded shortly, turning to her plate and going at it.
Kingsley watched her eat, silent and thoughtful.
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A/N: Well, it’s moving along…Kingsley is starting to get into it, and Tonks is properly appreciative of his care…has the making for lemons I think. Let’s see what happens next chapter. I know this isn’t our fav pair SS/HG but please review anyway. Thanks.