Falling Auror, Catching Spy

A/N: So I’d been meaning to work on a Tonks/Severus paring for a while now, and in shuffling through the rubbish bin, all of the ideas I had were just that, rubbish, and thus left at the bottom of the bin. It seems that due to recent canon events, people seem to think that Severus was under appreciated, and not thanked nearly enough for all that he did. So this sort of came to mind. I think it’s complete as is, though you never know, our best novellas often spawn from one chapter PWP’s.


The attic corridor of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was silent save for the rather clumsy footfalls of Nymphadora Tonks. She bounded toward the staircase like an over excited Labrador pup. She took the stairs two at a time, eager to share her findings, and nearly tumbled headlong down the final two. Her hair was in electric green pigtail braids, bobbing on either side of her head, her eyes a matching shade of lime.

“You’re going to blind someone with that hair, Tonks.” Sirius smirked as he joined her descent to the Order meeting.

“Oh stuff it, cousin,” she teased. With her eyes on him, her feet found their way around an end table, tangling her legs and she pitched forward over the banister.

“Tonks!” Sirius cried, eyes wide as his cousin tumbled down toward the ground floor. Her arms were flapping and he winced, turning his head away, unable to watch. But there was no crashing thud or pained shriek.

Tonks found her face hovering inches from the floorboards, two strong arms painfully clutched around her hips and waist. She twisted her head around and found her eyes to be matched against severely annoyed black ones. “Oi! Good one, Snape,” she flushed but quickly found herself deposited unceremoniously onto the ground.

“How you ever passed Auror training is beyond me.” He spat.

“Snape!” Sirius growled, hand on the banister as he rushed down the stairs. “You greasy git! You should be more—”

“You pathetic ninny! You couldn’t even watch let alone draw your wand to help your falling cousin. She would’ve cracked her skull had I not stepped in and assisted.”

“Oh heaven forbid the great bat have to help someone other than himself!” Sirius growled, drawing his wand. “You want a gold star, Snivellus?”

Severus drew his wand and pointed it at the other wizard. “So help me, Black—”

“You should have let her fall! Broken bones can be mended in hours, but she’ll be scrubbing your grease off her skin for a week!”

“You’re nothing but an arrogant—”

Tonks, who’d pulled herself to her feet, pushed herself between the two wizards, one wand jabbed into the back of her shoulder, the other just above her left breast. Severus smirked, lowering his wand. “You should get your dog a leash, he’s practically rabid, I can see him foaming at the mouth.”

Sirius growled, clawing at Tonks to get past her, but she rounded on him and held him back. “Let it go, Sirius, he’s only goading you.” But before further incident could occur Remus and Kingsley had appeared in the corridor.

“Is there a problem, Tonks?” Remus frowned.

“No. Just these two having a go at it all because I took a little fall.” She muttered pushing on Sirius’ shoulders. “Come on, you dog, Molly’s not going to be happy with you if you spill snake blood on the carpet. And we’re late for the meeting.”

~*~

Four hours later the meeting was dismissed. There had been relevant information discussed, though mostly a lot of arguing about where to go next and whom should be trusted with what. Remus, Sirius, and Tonks remained in the kitchen afterward, sipping hot tea. “You can’t let him get to you like that,” Remus chided. “You two cannot have wands drawn at each other every time you cross paths!”

“He was—”

“Helping me, Sirius. I know that’s a ridiculous concept, but he did.” Tonks said after swallowing deeply from her tea.

“You’re giving him too much credit!” her cousin growled. “Her was lurking in the shadows like the great greasy git that he is and you just happened to tumble into his bubble.”

Tonks snorted and Remus frowned. “He did catch her.”

Sirius slammed his cup down. “You his lover now, Moony?”

“Oh come off it, Sirius,” Tonks chuckled, rising form her chair. “It’s not like Snivelly’s some knight in shining armor catching the clumsy damsel in distress.” They all chuckled as she moved behind her cousin’s chair. “Best to mind your temper, Padfoot, wouldn’t want to have to put you down,” she teased and ruffled her hand through his hair. “I’m off to bed.”

They bid her goodnight, muttering amongst themselves about Snape, making scandalous jokes that faded from her ears as she made her way up the stairs. She crept past Arthur and Molly’s room and up to the third floor, pleased thus far that she’d managed not to knock anything over or trip. Lost in her pleasant thoughts, her luck ran out and she stumbled over her own feet, hands flying out in front of her as she crashed to the floor.

“They really ought to revoke your Auror’s license.” Severus sneered, crossing the hall from the loo to his room. She scowled up at him, her lime eyes turning to red before fading to a dull blue. She was about to spit a rather venomous insult at him when a hand appeared before her face. As if in a trance, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

“Thanks,” she said as he pulled his hand away. She watched his backside retreat to his bedroom door. “Snape—” she found her voice a good deal louder than she’d intended.

“Helpful as you’ve found me thus far this evening, should you wake Mrs. Black I can assure you you’ll wish I’d let you fall to the floor,” he turned his head over his shoulder and gazed at her. She stood there, green braided pigtails, and blue eyes, very still and very focused on him. “What?” he quirked a brow up on his forehead.

“Can I come in?”

His silence was brief, as he faltered for only a moment. “What for?”

“I don’t want to wake Mrs. Black,” she whispered.

He resisted the word to roll his eyes. “How could you possibly have anything of interest to say?” But he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and then shook his head. “Nevermind.” Moving to the side, he allowed her space to enter his room. She stepped inside and he closed the door. “Speak your peace, Nymphadora, I’m very tired.”

“Don’t call me that!” she snapped. Her hair turned a bright shade of red.

“Make your bloody point and get on with it, Tonks.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scrunched her nose. The short bright red braided pigtails grew and fell at her shoulders in soft navy colored waves with gold streaks in them. “You don’t have to be so hot about it.” Again her nose scrunched and she seemed to grow nearly four inches, standing level at his height, and her hair became a closely cropped patch of pink spikes.

“Why do you insist on doing that?”

“Because I can,” she said and let her hair fall stick straight down her back in a lavender hue. Her eyes matched her hair color as her neck grew loner and more slender.

“Very mature, Nymphadora.”

“I said don’t call me that! It’s a ridiculous name for a mother to give her child and—”

“You’re acting rather like a child so the name seems quite fitting at the moment.” He spat, crossing his own arms over his chest. Her hair faded to an auburn that fell at her shoulders, slightly curly at the ends and her eyes were a muddy brown. The witch was once again two heads shorter than him and she frowned. His eyes narrowed. “You’re wasting my time, Tonks, say something or see yourself to the door.”

She closed her eyes and then gazed up at him. “I just…” she sighed. “Why do you have to be so bitter? No wonder the kids hate you…” and then she swallowed. “I had just wanted to thank you.”

“Don’t bother, it was coincidence.”

“Well, falling on you, yeah. But I mean you could have moved and dropped me.”

“I did drop you.”

“I meant drop me straight away.” Tonks fidgeted on her feet. “And when you helped me up in the hallway just now, well, that wasn’t coincidence.” He stood quietly observing the way she bounced up and down from the heels to the balls of her feet She was wringing her hands behind her back, her eyes were tilted down toward her toes. “And I guess I should apologize for Sirius,” she added.

“No need, mangy mongrels like your cousin can’t be expected to control themselves,” he sneered.

“Wotcher, Snape. I know you two don’t like each other, but…”

“A very generous statement coming from you.”

“He’s not all that bad. You should just give him a chance.”

Narrowing his eyes, he stepped forward. “I gave that meddlesome prick his chance and it almost cost me my life! Your dear cousin had me slated to be an evening treat to your blood-thirsty wolf friend.” He snarled. He allowed her a moment to attempt a defense but when she stayed silent he pointed to the door. “If you’re quite through, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Her eyes flashed and they were a brooding purple, swirling with a mixture of injured pride and vengeance. “You know all I had wanted to say was thanks—”

“And I told you there was no reason to.”

“Not just for that, you big bat! Cripes! You can’t even take gratitude when it’s owed! Guess that was someone else who pulled e up off my arse in the hallway just now?”

“If you’re—”

“Yes, yes, quite finished and don’t let the door hit me on the way out.” She spun round on her heel, but none too gracefully and before she could even shout, Tonks found herself flat on her arse.

“They really should make the stealth part of—”

“So help me, Severus Snape, you make one more joke about my Auror training and I’ll hex your hair into a lovely shade of lavender and leave it that way for a month!” His figure did not falter as he grabbed her by the shoulder and hoisted her upright. Brushing her robes, she shook her head and sighed. “Thank you.”

“What for? I’m doing myself the favor. The faster you’re on your feet the sooner you can leave my room.”

“You’re absolutely infuriating! All I wanted to do was—”

“Thank me. I know. You’ve done so. Don’t you have someone else’s floor you could be tripping on” he released her shoulder and hardened his gaze.

“You’re ridiculous and I’ve—”

His hand clamped hard over her mouth, muffling her words into a confused squeak. “Shh…” and he tilted his head toward the door. Long black locks fell into his face but he hardly seemed to notice. “Footsteps,” he whispered. But before she could attempt to protest, he’d begun to drag her toward the closet.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, trying to twist free of his iron vice grip.

“I will not be played the victim of scandalous rumors!” he snapped and shoved her into the closet. “Don’t step on anything, don’t make a sound, and don’t come out!” No sooner had he forced the closet shut did a knock fall upon his bedroom door. He was quiet, listening, and the knock sounded again. “What do you want?” he growled.

“Severus, it’s only me,” Minerva said sternly.

A wave of ease swept over his face as he moved to the door and opened it. Leaning in the doorframe, he gazed out at her, arms crossed over his chest. “What’s he done this time?”

Her eyes were heavy, deep circles of purple beneath them and never in his life had he seen the woman’s hair looking so gray. Her lips seemed to tremble as she sighed and then shook her head. “It’s his foot. Just like that crumbling curse,” and she paused, her eyes wide as she gazed into his. “I know it’s awfully late to be fussing with potions and all…”

“I’ll have him something come the morning, Minerva.” Severus said sounding impassive.

“Oh thank you!” her lips curled into a relieved smile as she sighed. “Thank you, Severus.”

“No need, Minerva, it’s my job.”

Adjusting her spectacles, she made a clucking sound of disapproval. “You should learn to take gratitude when it’s owed, Severus.” She nodded and uttered a soft goodnight before turning and sweeping back down the hall. Her tall figure had disappeared down the staircase before he’d had the chance to shout something to her.

Pushing the door shut, Severus gazed up at the ceiling. “Is the whole damn house against me now?” Snickers erupted from the closet and he growled, stalking to it. Throwing open the door he grumbled, “It’s not—” and he paused, eyes searching the closet. “Where the bloody hell are you?”

Tonks giggled and let her foot dangle from a high shelf above his head. “See? I told you! You deserve thanks, even Minerva thinks so!”

“Get down from there!” his voice scolded like a reprimanding parent. “How the hell did you even get up there?” his question adopted a tone of annoyed confusion as he glowered up at her.

“I am a witch…and a metamorphmagus.” She snorted. Again he growled and she rolled her eyes. “Keep your britches on, geez, I’m coming down.” But metamorphmagus or not, her dismount was anything but graceful. Tonks tumbled over herself, arms and legs in every direction and fell forward. Severus, who had not expected the girl to fall, found himself caught off-guard and off balance as she pitched forward into him, landing them both on the ground.

Her legs were straddled around his waist on one side and one between his legs on the other, and her head had fallen forward into the crook of his neck. It took a moment for her to open her eyes, recover from the fall and realize she’d pinned him down beneath her. His chest was rising and falling beneath hers and his lips looked ready to growl a series of foul insults. Tonks pressed her index finger forward against his lips and smiled. “Shh, you’ll wake Mrs. Black.”

Severus was flat on his back, and although the witch wasn’t particularly heavy, it was an awkward position, with her body pressing down on his chest, legs tangled up with each other. He narrowed his eyes, and then her finger was on his lips. Finding himself a loss, he found his mind wondering over the soft slender digit and he frowned. “Kindly remove yourself from my person,” he said, almost a whisper, his lips rubbing against her skin as he spoke.

Tonks giggled, the sensation tickled and she wriggled her hips a bit, until she had slid her body up his chest and was lined up with his body, nose to nose. She blinked, her eyes an obscure shade of blue gray. His dark obsidian orbs gazed up at her and he focused for a moment on the twinkling flecks of almost silver in her eyes. “Do you have a natural eye color?”

“What?” she asked, blinking her eyes again. Of all the things he could have said that was the least likely to have come out of his mouth. “Yes, though I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before.” Closing her eyes, she scrunched up her nose and when she opened them, plain brown orbs rested in her sockets, listless, lifeless, and rather dull. They weren’t the color of mud, or of chocolate, nothing pleasant or foul, just plain, simple, brown, as unordinary as the brown crayon in the standard eight pack of crayola.

Tonks closed her eyes again but felt his fingers pinch her nose. “Don’t.” he said.

“I don’t much like them,” she said, opening her eyes to show the dull brown circles to him once more. “They’re rather plain, and it’s much more fun having violet eyes or bright green or orange eyes.”

“Eyes aren’t meant to be every color of the goddamned rainbow, Tonks,” he said.

She looked into his eyes and then squinted, leaning her head closer to him as if trying to glean a better look. “Your eyes are a rich brown, very dark, almost black.”

“They’re black.” He said plainly.

“No, they’re not black, they’re a really rich brown to the point where you almost can’t tell the difference, but the light makes them look just light enough to be a deep rich brown like black coffee or a really strong black tea.”

He sighed, closing his eyes. “Whatever.” It was a strange word, especially coming from someone like Severus Snape, and she giggled a bit, but frowned when he didn’t return the merriment, not that she’d expected him to. With both elbows on the ground at his sides, he pushed up into an awkward sitting position, tangling the girl up into his lap as he did.

With her nose still pressed against his, she closed her eyes. “Thank you,” she said.

“Stop thanking me.”

“You broke my fall,” she smiled, keeping her eyes closed.

“You broke my arse,” he snapped, and then tugged on her now wispy blue hair. It reminded him of a hive of candy floss stacked on her head in a short but puffy bob. “Don’t suppose you have a natural hair color?”

“I don’t much like it either,” she said and opened her eyes, tilting her head a bit to shake his hands free from her hair. Then she scrunched her nose up and the blue twinkled away, fading into a muddy brown mop that fell over her shoulders, faded hints of natural blonde and red swam throughout. “It looks gross, like bloody sandy mud or something,” she muttered.

“It looks better than having a hive of candy floss on your head.”

Tonks didn’t speak, only gazed into his eyes. After a long while of intense staring, she leaned her lips close to his ear and whispered. “I want to thank you.”

Sounding rather annoyed he leaned back and looked at her as if she were the equivalent of the blue tang from the Disney lost fish story. “You’ve made that quite clear.” He said, voice draped thick with sarcasm.

“No, I mean…” and she paused, drawing in a deep breath. “Thank you, like, thank you for everything. I know you caught me and have pulled me up to my feet several times, and I thank you for that too, but I mean, for everything else you do for me, well us, all of us, really. Everything you do for the Order, the way you put yourself on the line, I want to thank you for that.”

Severus was silent. Her lips were hovering just above his ear and he remained very still. He felt her tiny fingers slide slowly up his neck, until they cupped his chin. She pulled her head back and gazed into his eyes, the eyes that were not black, and she blinked, face serious. “You deserve to be thanked,” she added softly before pressing her lips gently to his.

Her tongue was timid as it pressed out between her lips and stroked the outline of his, her hands still cupping his chin. She was gentle, and surprisingly graceful as she shifted her weight forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. Suckling at his lower lips, she pulled back, half-lidded plain brown eyes gazing into his.

“It’s not necessary,” his words were soft, rather than the rough biting sting they’d been, but his eyes did not leave hers.

“You’re modest,” she whispered and leaned in to place another kiss against his lips, but he tilted his head to the side, and her kiss caught his cheek. One hand slithered up into his hair, brushing it back from his face and she opened her eyes fully, blinking a few times at the face of the man who’s lap she sat in. “Please, let me thank you properly…” she whispered, and ran her fingers through his hair again.

He stiffened, feeling her nails across his scalp and blood stirring through his body. She was warm, everything about her, from her lips, to her hands, and her breath, like a radiant source of heat trying to fuse itself through him. Her body wriggled against his once more and he could deny, even to himself, that it felt rather exquisite.

Somehow, her hands had found their way to the front of his shirt, just a casual button down black shirt. Loops came away from buttons as she worked her fingers down, exposing inch after inch of his chest, and his physical protest was feeble at best, swatting gently at her hand, cupping her wrist for a moment to still it and then his own hand would fall away as she continued. Pushing both lapels apart, she placed the flat of her palm against his chest, feeling his heartbeat drumming against it.

The shirt fell back onto his shoulders as she guided the material away from his torso, plain brown eyes drinking him in, noting every little mark and scar, most of which appeared hidden in a thick dusting of coarse black curls. Her fingers curled into his chest hair and she smiled, genuine and polite, her eyes looking at the slight rounded center of his stomach. “Better watch your gut, Severus,” she teased, placing her palm over his stomach.

He gazed at her, nearly dumbfounded, though did not recoil from her touch. And if she looked closely, she would have sworn that he smiled ever so faintly at her teasing comment. Untangling her legs from his lap became a bit of a challenge and Tonks landed on the floor beside him in a crumpled heap, but was quick to pull herself up onto her knees, nearly pitching forward into him. She managed to stand, and then reached out an almost shaky hand to him.

Severus took her hand but pulled himself to his feet, dragging her much closer to his body as he stood. Her hands were on his shoulders and the shirt fell away as she pushed it back and he let it slide down his arms. Her eyes traced over his naked upper body, tongue tracing her lips and she pressed her hand once again over his heart. But her eyes drew toward his left arm, which he tucked behind him as soon as he caught her gazing.

“No.” he said. But her hand moved down his shoulder and tugged his arm in front of him. She cradled his forearm, one hand gripped firmly on his wrist, holding it in place. Severus yanked his arm back as hard as he could, “I said no,” but found that she’d grounded her weight. She still held his arm, gazing down at him. He abruptly turned his head away, gazing down, trying to drill a hole into the floor with his eyes.

Her eyes were transfixed on the marking, the way the snake appeared to almost slither in and out of the mouth, and the colors, how faded they looked despite his pale skin. With one hand, she turned his chin to face her, and kept his gaze as she lowered her lips to his forearm. Gentle lips caressed his mark, trailing warm, wet kisses over the entire area, her eyes never breaking contact. “You deserve so much more,” she whispered across his skin.

As she let his forearm rest at his side, he could hardly find a moment to speak before her hands were tugging at the buckle of the belt he wore on his trousers. The clink of metal and the swipe of leather filled the room as she pulled the belt from each of the loops on his trousers and then let it clatter to the ground. And although his hands covered hers as she reached for his crotch, he seemed to find difficulty in stopping her as she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

The heavy cotton slid slowly down his legs, leaving him in a pair of dark cotton boxers and she smirked, placing both hands on his chest. Three steps at her surprisingly strong arms had him backed against the bed and before he knew it, he was on his arse and she was on her knees between his legs. “Tonks—”

“Shh,” she whispered, her hands resting on the tops of his thighs. “Please, let me thank you.” He closed his eyes, feeling his chest constricting ever so slightly. “Relax,” she whispered. “I’m not always so clumsy that I slip,” and she winked, carefully moving her hand between his legs until she could firmly grasp his bulge. The cotton boxers were the only thing that remained between his erect member and her palm.

Her fingers were firm as they flexed against him and it took all he had not to groan. Tossing her head to the side, she pressed his thighs further apart and then hooked each had into the elastic of his boxers, slowly tugging them down until his erection was unveiled. With a nudge against the side of his thigh, he found himself lifting his arse from the bed so she could pull his boxers down. They hung just below his knees but before he could remedy the problem, she’d leaned over him and placed a kiss right at the tip of his shaft.

His hips jerked forward and she smiled. “See?” and her lips lowered once more to his erection, licking at the tip, her fingers spreading out, stroking her nails gently through the thick dark curls at the base. One hand slipped down beneath his shaft and cupped his sac in her palm, he felt heavy and her lips smiled as they closed around the head of him.

He groaned, unable to hold back any further vocalizations. Her mouth was hot, and it felt tight as she began to slide her slick tongue down his shaft. His organ pulsed and she arched herself forward to take more of him in, deeper, pressing down into her throat. Lips pressed against the base of him, his weeping head brushing down her throat, and he cried out as he felt her throat muscles contracting around him trying to force him back up as she continued to apply enough pressure to keep him deep in the recesses of her mouth.

Tiny puffs of breath escaped her nose as she slid back up his shaft and slowly down again, taking him deeper into her throat, fighting the urge to gag. She knew that it felt good for him, it had to, knowing that her throat was contracting around him, slick, hot tight, just like a virginal girl. His hips jerked forward again but she pulled back a bit as they did and caught him at the same depth, careful to let only her lips and tongue touch him.

Her eyes were closed, and she could feel her own heart racing in her chest, the heady smell of him making her dizzy. One hand continued to stroke and massage his sac, the other gripping at his thigh as she took him deep into her throat once more, swiveling her tongue around him like a belly dancer wriggling around a pole. Fingers were tugging in her hair and she pushed him deeper only to feel the fingers tug harder, pulling her away.

He’d all but ripped her tight lips from him when she gazed up in confusion. Sweat was dripping down from his forehead and he was panting, his eyes still closed. “What?” she asked, and then kissed her lips to his tip. Her tongue ran up his underside and she enveloped him once more. Keeping her eyes open she watched his hands, one was gripping the edge of the bed so tightly that his knuckles were whiter than snow, and the other was tangling back in her hair as she lowered her lips on him, sucking at his erection.

She bobbed her head up and down, licking his shaft slowly in swirls like a long poll lolly, and then she pulled back completely placing feathery kisses all up and down the length of him. Her tongue curved around the head, pushing away a pearly drop of pre cum, it tasted slightly sweet. Lips descended over his shaft, sucking him down deep into her throat once more, but his hands were tugging in her hair again. Her face was flushed as she gazed at him. “What?”

“Please, enough thanking,” he panted, slowly opening his eyes. Tilting her head to the side she stared up at him, her eyes wide. Both of his hands shook as he pressed them against her shoulders. “Mutual gratitude sharing…or something…please, no…more thanking…” he panted, his legs still shaking.

Her lips twisted into a smirk and she tried very hard not to laugh. “Alright,” her voice was light and airy as she rose to her feet, still standing between his spread thighs. The wet trails of her saliva made his erection shimmer and shine in the light from above and she smiled in earnest at that, as there was nothing more appealing than a thick, wet shaft, throbbing with need.

He leaned back a bit and watched in awe, clamping both hands to the bed to keep from stroking himself to completion as she shrugged unceremoniously out of her jumper and trousers. Clothes discarded, she stood naked before him, perky breasts with erect nipples and well toned thighs. Clearing his throat he looked to the side and she frowned. “What?”

He adverted his gaze to her crotch and then looked up, watching her face flush red. “Er, sorry…” a thick patch of curls were carved intricately to look like a large purple flower with a yellow center, a very decorative pubic bush if he’d ever saw one. “Erm, how would you…what do you prefer?”

“Natural,” his husky voice rasped. “Or at least normal, no giant flowers or wild colors.” She smirked and scrunched her nose. The pubic flower disappeared, and in an instant she was smooth, as if she’d finished a clean shave in the shower just moments before. His eyes were wide as she spread her legs, putting one foot up on the bed, exposing to him her swollen, wet pink labia, clean shaven. “Gods,” he choked and closed his eyes.

Had he left his eyes open he might have seen her tumble forward as she tried to put her other leg on the bed, and would have caught her, but she slipped and was flat on her stomach beside him, her face a bright color of fuchsia. As he opened his eyes he couldn’t help but let his lips twitch into a bit of a smirk, but quickly let that pass as he wrapped both arms around her and hoisted the witch up into his lap.

“Mutual gratitude?” she snorted a bit and arched her hips against his erection.

“At least I’m not the one falling all over the place,” he whispered against her ear and then cupped her breasts, giving each one a squeeze. “Why should I be the one getting all the thanks,” he licked her earlobe. “It’s not like I’m the only one out there risking my life for the Order.”

As she lifted her hips and placed her entrance over his member she smirked, panting her words. “Should I…go get Sirius…then?” Before he could growl a response, she’d pressed her lips to his and forced herself down over his shaft. He groaned, wrapping an arm around her back and then moving it back to her hips, gripping her there as she began to slowly ride him, up and down, her tongue stroking his.

“I could be anything you’d like,” she offered, pulling her lips from his, panting, her face flushed, the pink tinge creeping down her neck and into her breasts. “Larger tits, tighter twat…”

“Must you be so crass?” he asked, leaning back to gaze up as her tiny breasts bounced up and down with each stroke she made. Flat on his back he slid carefully up the bed until only his feet were hanging off and he could properly kick free of his boxers without disturbing her rhythm. Both of his hands gripped her sides firmly and guided her to a faster, rougher pace. “I’m fine with the way you are, after all, you wanted to thank me.”

She moaned, the friction tingling inside her and as he increased their pace and began thrusting his hips upward she could feel herself slipping. She cried out, feeling his throbbing shaft stroking her deep inside and her muscles began to spasm. Slamming down onto him roughly as he bucked up into her she came, crying out, her voice hoarse. Her body shook violently and she could feel his member pulsing, and then he too came. Tonks lost her balance, her body pitching in ecstasy and she slipped off him completely, a hot white stream of seed splattering over her clean mound and stomach as she pitched over and off the side of the bed, landing on her arse with a heavy thump.

His body was still quaking and it took him a moment before he realized the warmth of her insides was no longer milking him and the heat of her body was no longer a top him. Panting he leaned up on his elbows, gazed over the side of the bed and then collapsed back into the mattress, a deep chuckle resounding from his lips. “Your Auror license is revoked.”

She was panting, her body was covered with sweat and cum. Using both arms to stand up, Tonks ran a hand through her hair and quickly scrunched her nose, leaving the color, but making it much shorter so that it didn’t stick to her neck. “Well excuse me…if…that…wasn’t part of…Auror training…” she panted and sat on the edge of the bed, letting her head fall back onto his stomach.

He looked down his body at her, and closed his eyes. “You’re the clumsiest Auror I’ve ever met, Nymphadora.” She growled but he placed his hand lazily over her mouth. “You can fuss over the name all you like, it really isn’t that bad. It suits the crayola eyes and sandy bloody muddy hair,” he smirked and then let his hand slide down her face and neck until it was resting on her chest.

She scraped her finger down her lower torso gathering his cum. He watched her slip the finger coated in his essence into her mouth and lick it clean. “You’re a bit bitter,” she smirked and then turned on her side, facing him, half lounged over him.

“Yes, well I don’t think I’m supposed to taste like a lolly, though you certainly were licking me like one,” he muttered and then closed his eyes.

“Bitter’s not a bad thing…for cum,” she said as if it was the most natural thing she could have said. “Though you really are bitter at times, like earlier. That’s not a good thing,” she added and then wriggled until she was laying beside him, her nose pressed near his. “I hope you enjoyed my thank you,” she smiled.

“Thank me too much and you shall wear me down,” he muttered and ran a hand through her shortened hair. “I do think I liked it when it was a bit longer.” Scrunching her nose she let her hair return to shoulder length and he nodded. “You are very clumsy,” he said after a moment of just gazing into her eyes.

“You’re very bitter,” she said not moving from him.

“I think it suits you,” they said at the same time. Her eyes went wide and he simply smirked. Wrapping her arm over his side and snuggled herself closer to him.

“What do you think you’re doing? You have your own room.” He said.

“I know, but I figured you might need some more thanking, later, you know, once you’ve had some rest…”

“I see.” He said, “Let’s not forget I have to brew a potion for Albus,” he added and then slowly draped his arm over her.

“Mmm, wonder how Minerva will thank you,” she teased and he rolled his eyes.

“Clumsy Auror,” he whispered and then closed his eyes.

Her arms tugged a blanket over them, though she would have fallen from the bed in the process had he not tightened his grip on her body. “Bitter man,” she whispered, and then kissed his nose. “Thank you.”