For the Order (The Things I Do...)
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For the Order (The Things I Do...)
For the Order
By Gina R Snape
Rated NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its people, places and things do not belong to me. I make no profit off this and mean no infringement upon the rights of JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, WB and anyone else legally involved. I’ve got no money anyway, so please don’t sue me.
*****
Tonks finished her glass of wine and closed the book she was reading. Her eyes had grown heavy, so she dragged herself into the bedroom, slinked under the covers and settled into bed for the night. It had been a long long week. She was unaccustomed to the stress of working full-time as an auror and keeping up with the Order. Thankfully, Dumbledore had given her a few days off the prophesy-guarding rotation. Plus, she wasn’t due to be ‘on-call’ with the Ministry for a week, now that one of the other aurors was back from his holiday.
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, letting the wine ease her tensions and carry her away. Before long, she found herself drifting.
BANG! The door to her bedroom was slammed and Tonks shot up and grabbed her wand. “What the …?” she blurted out, followed quickly by “Lumos!” to see who or what it was. Standing in the doorway, arms spread, hands against the doorframe, was Severus Snape.
“Not quick enough,” he drawled, eyes bearing into her. “What if I had been a Death Eater?”
“Well, technically…” Tonks teased, relieved yet surprised to see him standing there.
“Not amusing,” he scowled.
It hadn’t occurred to Tonks to ask how Snape had gotten past the wards to her flat. Nor had it occurred to her to consider why he was there, since he’d never stepped foot inside her home before. In fact, it completely escaped her altogether how he even knew where she lived.
This was because for at that moment Snape began caressing the doorjamb with his fingertips, giving Tonks a very icy stare. The intensity of black eyes sent shivers down her spine, driving her to distraction.
Tonks opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The corner of Snape’s mouth went up briefly. She sat there on the bed, frozen, as his gaze took in her form.
“It seems you are having some difficulty with the English language,” he chided. “Perhaps I have the antidote to your problem.”
“You are the problem,” Tonks thought to herself, as a lovely familiar warmth flooded her stomach. When she spoke, though, all that escaped her lips was a weak “Uh-huh.”
“Or should I leave?” he offered mockingly, standing firm and tauntingly fingering the wooden frame.
“No!” she blurted out, the shock of her own voice and earnestness causing her to lift her knees and sit up straighter.
“Very well, then,” he answered dismissively. Locking his eyes into her own, his hands tightened until his knuckles went white. “Reveal your secrets,” he purred.
Tonks gasped and spread her legs slightly.
Snape let out a low chuckle and waved his wand, illuminating some candles. He took a few slow steps toward the bed, never taking his gaze off her form. He cast a shadow across the room, his robes seeming to stretch toward the window.
“Wider,” he whispered, raising one eyebrow.
“O-ok,” she gasped, spreading her knees slightly more.
Snape glided his way across the room with silent footsteps. He leaned into the bed and reached out one hand. In a painfully slow but smooth motion, he clasped some of the sheet in his fingers and edged it off her body. With every inch of skin revealed, the tension in her belly grew. Waist, hips, crotch, thighs, knees, ankles, feet exposed for his pleasure. She shivered and her pelvis shifted involuntarily. Her nipples hardened beneath her camisole.
“Much better,” he purred, taking note of her arousal by way of the wet spot forming on her knickers. He raised one hand to hover over her knee and whispered again. “Wider”. He drew the hand hovering over her knee towards him, which seemed to will that knee to spread wider still.
Tonks swallowed hard and found herself breathing more rapidly. “Are you bewitching me?” she asked him almost innocently.
A crooked smile formed on his lips. “I see the power of speech has returned. I am merely providing that which you clearly require,” he informed matter-of-factly.
Tonks let out a shuddering breath and squeezed the bed sheet below her. Black hair and robes descended upon her until she was enveloped in warmth, darkness, and the soft wetness of his mouth upon hers. She melted into his embrace, feeling his weight as he leaned into the bed and pressed himself against her.
Tonks let out a long soft moan and leaned her head back. His lips cascaded over her neck as she arched her back toward him and slipped her feet around his waist and against the inside of his robes. She could feel his arousal yearning for escape as the rough fabric of his trousers rubbed against her. Waves of pleasure washed over her as he whispered in her ear, “You are ready for your antidote,” and magicked away her knickers with seemingly wandless magic.
Wet warm pressure teased at her entrance, his member having found a way to escape its fabric barrier. He teased her with slow shallow thrusts, a sinister laugh invading her ear. Desperate to feel him filling her, she tightened her thighs around his hips to try and draw him in.
Snape resisted the strength of her legs, poking her a little bit deeper with every slow thrust. Casting a last hard look in her eyes, he consumed her mouth and filled her forcefully.
Tonks’ body shook. Her consciousness focused solely on the overpowering sensation between her legs. His hair formed a canopy around her face, as he hovered over her and watched her expression. His thrusts steady and demanding, she complied with his rhythm and felt herself slipping away. The exquisite pressure of taking him inside her consumed her. She clutched his robes for support as he pushed in deeper and drew the backs of her knees up into the crook of his arms. A delicate sweet spark pulsed at the edge of her nerves, all awareness drawn to that single spot in her body. His robes spread around her, husky breathy groans filling the room.
“Say my name,” he ordered. She could feel him becoming fuller and harder, frantic thrusts less commanding, more desperate.
“Severus,” she managed in a strangled cry. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the spark blossomed into an explosion. He slammed into her one last time. Her orgasm rolled up her belly and breasts as they clung together in coital embrace.
A moment later Tonks stretched and opened her eyes. The morning sun peeked in the window. She reached between her legs and smiled, still wet and throbbing slightly.
“Time to get Dumbledore to put me on another mission with Snape!” she grinned widely, and bounded out of bed.
In another part of wizarding England, Snape stroked his morning erection and allowed his mind to drift toward that night, not too long before, when he found himself on the train with a certain female who had a penchant for pink hair and clumsiness.
Dumbledore paced in his study, thinking about the Ministry and how best to utilize his Order members to acquire a needed bit of information.
****
A/N: The opening scene is the direct result of a certain Snape publicity photo that found its way into the fandom not long after the release of PoA in the theatres. Just about everyone I know had the same rather pleasant reaction--photo can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/rickman_daily/125506.html#cutid1
It seemed such a waste to not put those lovely lovely thoughts into a fanfic.
By Gina R Snape
Rated NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its people, places and things do not belong to me. I make no profit off this and mean no infringement upon the rights of JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, WB and anyone else legally involved. I’ve got no money anyway, so please don’t sue me.
*****
Tonks finished her glass of wine and closed the book she was reading. Her eyes had grown heavy, so she dragged herself into the bedroom, slinked under the covers and settled into bed for the night. It had been a long long week. She was unaccustomed to the stress of working full-time as an auror and keeping up with the Order. Thankfully, Dumbledore had given her a few days off the prophesy-guarding rotation. Plus, she wasn’t due to be ‘on-call’ with the Ministry for a week, now that one of the other aurors was back from his holiday.
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, letting the wine ease her tensions and carry her away. Before long, she found herself drifting.
BANG! The door to her bedroom was slammed and Tonks shot up and grabbed her wand. “What the …?” she blurted out, followed quickly by “Lumos!” to see who or what it was. Standing in the doorway, arms spread, hands against the doorframe, was Severus Snape.
“Not quick enough,” he drawled, eyes bearing into her. “What if I had been a Death Eater?”
“Well, technically…” Tonks teased, relieved yet surprised to see him standing there.
“Not amusing,” he scowled.
It hadn’t occurred to Tonks to ask how Snape had gotten past the wards to her flat. Nor had it occurred to her to consider why he was there, since he’d never stepped foot inside her home before. In fact, it completely escaped her altogether how he even knew where she lived.
This was because for at that moment Snape began caressing the doorjamb with his fingertips, giving Tonks a very icy stare. The intensity of black eyes sent shivers down her spine, driving her to distraction.
Tonks opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The corner of Snape’s mouth went up briefly. She sat there on the bed, frozen, as his gaze took in her form.
“It seems you are having some difficulty with the English language,” he chided. “Perhaps I have the antidote to your problem.”
“You are the problem,” Tonks thought to herself, as a lovely familiar warmth flooded her stomach. When she spoke, though, all that escaped her lips was a weak “Uh-huh.”
“Or should I leave?” he offered mockingly, standing firm and tauntingly fingering the wooden frame.
“No!” she blurted out, the shock of her own voice and earnestness causing her to lift her knees and sit up straighter.
“Very well, then,” he answered dismissively. Locking his eyes into her own, his hands tightened until his knuckles went white. “Reveal your secrets,” he purred.
Tonks gasped and spread her legs slightly.
Snape let out a low chuckle and waved his wand, illuminating some candles. He took a few slow steps toward the bed, never taking his gaze off her form. He cast a shadow across the room, his robes seeming to stretch toward the window.
“Wider,” he whispered, raising one eyebrow.
“O-ok,” she gasped, spreading her knees slightly more.
Snape glided his way across the room with silent footsteps. He leaned into the bed and reached out one hand. In a painfully slow but smooth motion, he clasped some of the sheet in his fingers and edged it off her body. With every inch of skin revealed, the tension in her belly grew. Waist, hips, crotch, thighs, knees, ankles, feet exposed for his pleasure. She shivered and her pelvis shifted involuntarily. Her nipples hardened beneath her camisole.
“Much better,” he purred, taking note of her arousal by way of the wet spot forming on her knickers. He raised one hand to hover over her knee and whispered again. “Wider”. He drew the hand hovering over her knee towards him, which seemed to will that knee to spread wider still.
Tonks swallowed hard and found herself breathing more rapidly. “Are you bewitching me?” she asked him almost innocently.
A crooked smile formed on his lips. “I see the power of speech has returned. I am merely providing that which you clearly require,” he informed matter-of-factly.
Tonks let out a shuddering breath and squeezed the bed sheet below her. Black hair and robes descended upon her until she was enveloped in warmth, darkness, and the soft wetness of his mouth upon hers. She melted into his embrace, feeling his weight as he leaned into the bed and pressed himself against her.
Tonks let out a long soft moan and leaned her head back. His lips cascaded over her neck as she arched her back toward him and slipped her feet around his waist and against the inside of his robes. She could feel his arousal yearning for escape as the rough fabric of his trousers rubbed against her. Waves of pleasure washed over her as he whispered in her ear, “You are ready for your antidote,” and magicked away her knickers with seemingly wandless magic.
Wet warm pressure teased at her entrance, his member having found a way to escape its fabric barrier. He teased her with slow shallow thrusts, a sinister laugh invading her ear. Desperate to feel him filling her, she tightened her thighs around his hips to try and draw him in.
Snape resisted the strength of her legs, poking her a little bit deeper with every slow thrust. Casting a last hard look in her eyes, he consumed her mouth and filled her forcefully.
Tonks’ body shook. Her consciousness focused solely on the overpowering sensation between her legs. His hair formed a canopy around her face, as he hovered over her and watched her expression. His thrusts steady and demanding, she complied with his rhythm and felt herself slipping away. The exquisite pressure of taking him inside her consumed her. She clutched his robes for support as he pushed in deeper and drew the backs of her knees up into the crook of his arms. A delicate sweet spark pulsed at the edge of her nerves, all awareness drawn to that single spot in her body. His robes spread around her, husky breathy groans filling the room.
“Say my name,” he ordered. She could feel him becoming fuller and harder, frantic thrusts less commanding, more desperate.
“Severus,” she managed in a strangled cry. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the spark blossomed into an explosion. He slammed into her one last time. Her orgasm rolled up her belly and breasts as they clung together in coital embrace.
A moment later Tonks stretched and opened her eyes. The morning sun peeked in the window. She reached between her legs and smiled, still wet and throbbing slightly.
“Time to get Dumbledore to put me on another mission with Snape!” she grinned widely, and bounded out of bed.
In another part of wizarding England, Snape stroked his morning erection and allowed his mind to drift toward that night, not too long before, when he found himself on the train with a certain female who had a penchant for pink hair and clumsiness.
Dumbledore paced in his study, thinking about the Ministry and how best to utilize his Order members to acquire a needed bit of information.
****
A/N: The opening scene is the direct result of a certain Snape publicity photo that found its way into the fandom not long after the release of PoA in the theatres. Just about everyone I know had the same rather pleasant reaction--photo can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/rickman_daily/125506.html#cutid1
It seemed such a waste to not put those lovely lovely thoughts into a fanfic.