Away Team (Chapters 7, 8, and 9 now up! *EDITING*)

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Chapter 9

A hand snaked into the waistband of Tonks' pants, sliding warmly downwards, pausing just slightly before slipping under the lace at the top of her panties and pushing down under the curve of her saddle. A warm, strong finger slipped between the soft folds of her flesh and rubbed firmly, back and forth, instantly igniting a fire that went right past the smouldering-ember stage and straight into molten conflagration. She arched her back slightly, catching herself on the verge of a moan, biting hard into her bottom lip to force herself into maintaining control. The last thing she remotely wanted to do was to wake anyone and have them catch her having an orgasm.

She listened closely; in the dark, with the twisted tangle of bodies all piled up and wrapped around each other for warmth, it was impossible to tell who was where and what was attached to whom. She could make out two distinct sets of snores and one quietly mumbling dream in progress.

So whose bloody hand was in her crotch??

She was fairly certain one of the snorers was Remus; he had an unmistakeable whispery moaning sort of snore. The mumbler was most likely Harry, though it was difficult to tell for certain through the frequent cracklings of thunder; the other snorer would be Sirius, which accounted for everyone present and left one conclusion to be drawn. Somebody was faking.

Faking, however, was not a crime Tonks was in the process of committing.

The hand in her panties continued its steady motion, rubbing her clit with its long, strong fingers, pushing her right to the brink despite her best efforts to fight the intense buildup of white hot energy getting ready to explode below her belly. She bit down on her tongue and tried to concentrate on the Seven Basic Tenets of Auroring, but god help her she couldn't even remember the first word.

She was thisclose to coming, and it was going to be big.

One finger curled, pushing deep into her while the other continued its steady stroking; after a moment of probing her inner walls, the invading digit began thrusting, hard and fast, so deep that it made Tonks lose her breath completely. She tensed, giving up the fight, and within moments came so hard she gushed.

Several throbbing, trembling, pulsating moments later, the blood stopped rushing in her ears enough for her to hear a soft chuckle from somewhere to her left.

Sirius.

"Damn you Black," she cursed in a harsh whisper, her breath catching around her words. "That was not fair!"

"What wasn't fair?" he whispered back, his voice quiet but obviously amused. "I'm just trying to get some sleep over here and you're lying there panting so hard I thought for a moment I'd morphed without realizing it."

Tonks kicked Sirius in the shoulder, wishing she had a wand in reaching distance so she could hex him into oblivion. "Very funny, Black. You know what I'm talking about...and if you ever do that again I'll---"

"You'll what?"

Tonks froze. The voice had come from her right. Remus.

She sighed, half exasperation, half mortification. "Great, the gang's all here...why don't we just wake Harry up and have an orgy while we're at it?"

"Sounds good to me," Harry piped in from the foot of the bed. His tousled head popped out from under the covers, grinning madly in the half light, squinting without his glasses.

Tonks pulled the blanket up over her head.

"Let me die."

Sirius laughed, slapping her thigh as he rolled over and pushed his backside up against her. "I suppose the big question right now is---"

Remus tucked his face into the crook of Tonks' ankle and finished Sirius' sentence. "---which of us was it?"

Somewhere below her feet Tonks heard Harry chuckle.

"G'nite Tonks."

"Goodnight Tonks."

"Nite Nympho."

"Bite me, all of you."

A moment of silence, then a squeal and the sound of slapping in the dark followed by Remus gentle laughter.

"You said---"

"I know bloody well what I said!!"

Another round of goodnights erupted, which Tonks ignored...fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me...even though she had to begrudgingly admit the sensation of Remus' teeth on her flesh had given her a set of rather pleasurable goosepimples. She fought off an invasive mental image of his head nestled between her thighs, nipping her softly with those teeth, his tongue flicking lightly across her swollen, aching clit...

She pulled the blanket up over her face to drown out the frustrated moan that was lodged in her throat, threatening to burst out and wake her three once-again-snoring bunkmates (how many were faking this time?) and give them nasty ideas about how to pass the rest of the long, cold night. Someone already had a set of very damp fingers. The thought brought a smile across her lips; little waves of after-climax were still pulsing south of her bellybutton, wishing hard that they had a nice solid cock to caress. Even those fingers would do...hell, at this point a wand, a leftover carrot from dinner, just about anything would do.

Gah. Sleep now, work tomorrow, play later. It was a sensible ethic, and it would have to do.

For now.


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