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Adult ++
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I Know Kung Fu
A/N - Thanks Kate, my one true Beta! Thanks to my reviewers, glad to know that you are enjoying the story. In reward, here is a much longer chapter for you.
Chapter 4 – I Know Kung Fu
Tonks stepped lightly and happily acrohe che courtyard, her new belt tucked away in her bag. She and Ian had struck up a friendship over the last few months as he regained his strength and resumed teaching. He had needed a crash course in the last seven years and Tonks had been happy to give it.
Hermione’s advice had been spot on; martial arts had helped to control her wayward limbs and she was far less likely these days to end up ass over teakettle. She walked with greater confidence and her bosses at the Ministry were more willing to send her on missions that involved stealth and agility. Her life was coming along nicely.
Now if she could just convince a certain man to stop calling her ‘Miss Tonks’ and start calling her ‘his’. She blew out the fringe that fell in her eyes and contemplated her hair. She had gone for long and dark lately and Ian seemed to like it, but the fringe had to go; it was far too annoying.
She concentrated on the invisible muscle that controlled her ability and gave it good mental yank. The fringe grew out rapidly and she pulled the whole mass of hair to the back and tied it up into a ponytail. There, that was much better. She resumed her quick march. It was a Saturday and she had a date.
Well, maybe not a ‘date’ date, but Ian would meet her and they would spend the day together. That counted, didn’t it? Her shoulders slumped. Probably not. Ian was just so…so…polite! He was a gentleman, and as cute as he was and as sweet and nice and…well…sexy as he was, Tonks was starting to think that he didn’t like her. Well, not the way she wanted him to, anyway. He held her chair out for her, and opened doors and always paid for meals. She felt very much a lady when he was around. It was refreshing and charming and extremely frustrating.
She wanted to be tossed onto a bed and ravished. She wanted passion and all the tingly feelings of her favorite bodice-ripper romance novels. What she was getting was a proper English gentleman. What she wanted was a Corsair!
She stepped the the courtyard and found Ian sprawled on a bench, shirt unbuttoned, a book on his lap and his hair tousled and windblown. He looked so intensely sensual that her mouth went dry. She shivered with need and paused just to watch him. He had the most beautiful hands: slender fingers that curled gracefully around the book and held his wand with equal elegance. The one time they had play-dueled she had been soundly trounced.
The simple white shirt he wore molded itself to hims ams and fluttered around his throat in the breeze. The hollow, framed by the white fabric, drew her eye and she felt herself getting very warm. His pants were loose and comfortable but she could see just enough to pique her interest.
She gave a little sigh of longing and moved forward. He heard her coming and looked up in surprise. Tonks looked at her timekeeper and realized she was early. To her disappointment, he was buttoning up his shirt and arranging himself more decorously. Soon she was confronted once more by Professor Quirrell and the relaxed casual man of a moment ago was gone.
He was peering at her nervously and lightening flashed in Tonks’ mind. Oh my gods, he was shy. He was tucking the book away behind his back trying to make sure she didn’t see it.
Tonks’ decided to try an experiment. She leaned in very close, her body mere inches from his and looked at the book in his hand.
“What are you reading?” She asked with deceptive casualness. He made a slightly strangled noise that she found vastly comforting. She trailed her hand down his arm and took the book from his nerveless fingers. She looked up to find him staring at her with a gratifying intensity. Suitably encouraged she sat back and read the title: Sonnets, by William Shakespeare.
She looked at Ian in surprise; she had been expecting a defense tome or something about dark magic. He looked embarrassed but she was charmed by the thought of him looking delectable and reading Shakespeare. It added another dimension of attraction.
“Read me something.” She commanded with a smile and settled back to listen. He looked both surprised and pleased and she guessed he had expected her to tease him rather than to be so accepting.
In a dulcet voice that had trembling emotion and sweet depth, he read to her.
So are you to my thought, as food to life,
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure
Sometime, all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
Tonks let out a soft sigh and turned her face up to Ian in a smile. Hesitantly, as though afraid she might bolt, he reached out and caught her chin in his hand. His kiss was butterfly light, but she leaned into it deepening the contact as fire raced through her blood.
His lips were like velvet and his hands along her shoulders and then trailing down her back were gentle and light. She shifted to get closer and something ignited in him. The soft lips became demanding and his hands pulled her against him with a sudden movement that left her breathless and panting.
She found herself across his lap, with his hands and mouth on her, propriety forgotten and discarded. It occurred to her that a student looking out a window could see them there, locked together in the tiny courtyard. She needed to get this man into a bedroom. With extreme reluctance she broke the kiss and gazed into his fevered eyes. Wow, when the reserve broke with Ian it went entirely to pieces.
“Bedroom, now.” She commanded breathlessly and the wicked smile he returned made her quite ready to take him right then and there and bugger the students. Luckily, Ian had remembered himself at least enough to pull her to her feet and escort her from the courtyard.
Chapter 4 – I Know Kung Fu
Tonks stepped lightly and happily acrohe che courtyard, her new belt tucked away in her bag. She and Ian had struck up a friendship over the last few months as he regained his strength and resumed teaching. He had needed a crash course in the last seven years and Tonks had been happy to give it.
Hermione’s advice had been spot on; martial arts had helped to control her wayward limbs and she was far less likely these days to end up ass over teakettle. She walked with greater confidence and her bosses at the Ministry were more willing to send her on missions that involved stealth and agility. Her life was coming along nicely.
Now if she could just convince a certain man to stop calling her ‘Miss Tonks’ and start calling her ‘his’. She blew out the fringe that fell in her eyes and contemplated her hair. She had gone for long and dark lately and Ian seemed to like it, but the fringe had to go; it was far too annoying.
She concentrated on the invisible muscle that controlled her ability and gave it good mental yank. The fringe grew out rapidly and she pulled the whole mass of hair to the back and tied it up into a ponytail. There, that was much better. She resumed her quick march. It was a Saturday and she had a date.
Well, maybe not a ‘date’ date, but Ian would meet her and they would spend the day together. That counted, didn’t it? Her shoulders slumped. Probably not. Ian was just so…so…polite! He was a gentleman, and as cute as he was and as sweet and nice and…well…sexy as he was, Tonks was starting to think that he didn’t like her. Well, not the way she wanted him to, anyway. He held her chair out for her, and opened doors and always paid for meals. She felt very much a lady when he was around. It was refreshing and charming and extremely frustrating.
She wanted to be tossed onto a bed and ravished. She wanted passion and all the tingly feelings of her favorite bodice-ripper romance novels. What she was getting was a proper English gentleman. What she wanted was a Corsair!
She stepped the the courtyard and found Ian sprawled on a bench, shirt unbuttoned, a book on his lap and his hair tousled and windblown. He looked so intensely sensual that her mouth went dry. She shivered with need and paused just to watch him. He had the most beautiful hands: slender fingers that curled gracefully around the book and held his wand with equal elegance. The one time they had play-dueled she had been soundly trounced.
The simple white shirt he wore molded itself to hims ams and fluttered around his throat in the breeze. The hollow, framed by the white fabric, drew her eye and she felt herself getting very warm. His pants were loose and comfortable but she could see just enough to pique her interest.
She gave a little sigh of longing and moved forward. He heard her coming and looked up in surprise. Tonks looked at her timekeeper and realized she was early. To her disappointment, he was buttoning up his shirt and arranging himself more decorously. Soon she was confronted once more by Professor Quirrell and the relaxed casual man of a moment ago was gone.
He was peering at her nervously and lightening flashed in Tonks’ mind. Oh my gods, he was shy. He was tucking the book away behind his back trying to make sure she didn’t see it.
Tonks’ decided to try an experiment. She leaned in very close, her body mere inches from his and looked at the book in his hand.
“What are you reading?” She asked with deceptive casualness. He made a slightly strangled noise that she found vastly comforting. She trailed her hand down his arm and took the book from his nerveless fingers. She looked up to find him staring at her with a gratifying intensity. Suitably encouraged she sat back and read the title: Sonnets, by William Shakespeare.
She looked at Ian in surprise; she had been expecting a defense tome or something about dark magic. He looked embarrassed but she was charmed by the thought of him looking delectable and reading Shakespeare. It added another dimension of attraction.
“Read me something.” She commanded with a smile and settled back to listen. He looked both surprised and pleased and she guessed he had expected her to tease him rather than to be so accepting.
In a dulcet voice that had trembling emotion and sweet depth, he read to her.
So are you to my thought, as food to life,
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure
Sometime, all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
Tonks let out a soft sigh and turned her face up to Ian in a smile. Hesitantly, as though afraid she might bolt, he reached out and caught her chin in his hand. His kiss was butterfly light, but she leaned into it deepening the contact as fire raced through her blood.
His lips were like velvet and his hands along her shoulders and then trailing down her back were gentle and light. She shifted to get closer and something ignited in him. The soft lips became demanding and his hands pulled her against him with a sudden movement that left her breathless and panting.
She found herself across his lap, with his hands and mouth on her, propriety forgotten and discarded. It occurred to her that a student looking out a window could see them there, locked together in the tiny courtyard. She needed to get this man into a bedroom. With extreme reluctance she broke the kiss and gazed into his fevered eyes. Wow, when the reserve broke with Ian it went entirely to pieces.
“Bedroom, now.” She commanded breathlessly and the wicked smile he returned made her quite ready to take him right then and there and bugger the students. Luckily, Ian had remembered himself at least enough to pull her to her feet and escort her from the courtyard.