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spankerellatitle: Changeable Eyes
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Spike is Whedon's. Tonks and company belong to Rowling.
summary: Tonks has a big crush on Spike, and she's been putting up a fair amount of resistance to it... only to find 'resistance is futile' as far as Spike is concerned.
note: Surprise! Happy birthday, Jasper. Bet you thought I'd forgotten you mentioning you'd like to see a whole Spike/Tonks fic and not just a drabble.
*~*~*
They'd had a very hefty talk about the Ramones recently. Again. It seemed they always talked about the Ramones. Specifically Joey. She thought it interesting that if he could go back and turn one person, it would be Joey Ramone. She felt that said a lot about him.
Kingsley was worried. As was Moody. She'd gotten this whole lecture about vampires and bloodletting and creatures without souls... only Spike had a soul. Didn't matter. Everyone seemed to have an opinion every since it had started to become obvious that Tonks had a crush on Spike. Moody's lecture had even managed to briefly grace the subject of buttocks biting. It was rather humorous. But they were right. He was a rather inappropriate bloke for dating.
It didn't matter to her that he was a vampire. They had a werewolf in the Order, why not a vampire? She didn't like him for that. She liked him for who he was, the stories he told. He was so full of tales. It was funny. She'd literally bumped into him one night in the Black house, and they'd just started talking. it had started with a snide comment by him about her hair, followed by an equally snide retort by her about his. They soon found they couldn't stop talking. They had quite a few common interests. And he called her N'dora... and she liked it. He said she looked about as much like a bird you'd call Tonks as he did a bloke you'd call William. He said Tonks didn't suit her for him, so she was N'dora when he spoke.
That was the first inkling she'd had that she might have a bit of crush. She delighted in speaking to him if only to hear him call her by the nickname of his making. The clench was one night when he'd gotten drunk and started spouting poetry. She'd never heard the like. He could rhyme the most interesting things... and it made sense to her. She's never had spoken words speak to her so well. His voice touched something inside of her that night. She'd been a bit of a clumsy dope about him ever since. She knocked things over, sometimes ON him. She tripped. She'd even tripped him once... by accident naturally. But Tonks was just a nervous disaster whenever Spike got within any sort of range of her.
She was so bad about it that everyone was starting to figure out WHY Spike made her so uneasy. Fred and George Weasley had taken to teasing her even. Ginny was the worst though. She had also taken a bit of a friendly liking to Spike. His acidic wit appealed to the younger girl. Her age and rapid witty retorts appealed to the vampire. He said she reminded him of the slayer's sister Dawn at times, and Spike had liked Dawn a great deal. So he'd taken to talking to Ginny as well... even though she didn't need another big brother. Molly was upset at first... until she overheard Spike giving Ginny pointers on how to dissuade aggressive suitors if she couldn't get to her wand. After that, Molly liked Spike a bit.
But Ginny had quite figured out Tonks' crush. Not that it wasn't fairly easy to figure. The redhead seemed to have made it her mission to toss Tonks in Spike's path every chance she got. Tonks had lost count of the number of times that she'd been walking near where Spike was seated and Ginny had come from nowhere to knock her off balance... right into Spike's lap.
Tonks sighed and threw herself backwards onto her bed here in the Black house. She'd all but given up her flat. With things getting so crazy in the wizarding world, it was safer to stay at the safe house. She turned her head and stared at the moon. It was growing. Remus would need his potion this week.
That was another thing.
Spike took care of Remus when he changed. Someone had to in some fashion since Sirius had... was... since he wasn't here. Spike had volunteered. He stayed with Remus. His reasoning was that a vampire could get bit by a wolf and still be a vampire. He was also strong enough to keep Remus at bay if needed. He said he also knew a few wolves. Still kept in touch with one. Tonks had heard him speak of a man called Oz. This Oz was supposed to be coming this way soon to help. Someone Spike called Red had contacted this Oz, filled the other wolf in on Remus' situation, and this Oz was coming to help Remus with his lycanthropy. Spike barely knew any of them. Yet, he did his best to help around here.
Tonks didn't know it was possible to fall like this for a non-human human.
Yes, she knew his past. Snape, of all people, had appraised her of what a depraved psycho William the Bloody had been. He'd killed many. But if Severus Snape could pull back from his darkness, why couldn't he understand that a vampire might be able to do so as well? Spike had a soul now. He'd done all his bad deeds without a soul. What was Snape's excuse?
But with the sour came the sweet. She didn't know the whole story, but she knew he'd been in love with a vampire slayer. Of all things for a vampire to love. One devoted to killing his kind. Before that he'd been with his sire, a vampire named Drusilla, for over a century. Tonks couldn't even imagine herself with someone for a decade. Her longest relationship had only been eight months.
Tonks wiggled her toes against the old blanket on her bed. It was slightly warm night. Not too warm, but warm enough for her to want to sleep in a very worn t shirt and her knickers.
Someone knocked.
Tonks slid out of bed and tiptoed to the door. Who on earth? It was well after midnight. She opened it a crack.
Spike. And he was barefooted. She'd never thought of people as having sexy feet until the first time she'd seen him without his boots and socks on. He was just wearing his jeans now. It was mind-blowingly sexy. Add in that he had an arm propped on the door frame and was leaning in a bit, and Tonks' lust was reaching alarming levels. Hell, even the hair in his armpits was sexy to her.
This was so bad. She'd never had a crush this bad before.
"Wotcher, Spike."
" 'Lo, N'dora. You got any black nail polish? Mine's starting to chip."
"Sure, er.... just let me..." She turned away to look for pants... or any sort of bottom covering besides the little pair of cotton panties she had on presently.
But Spike slipped in. "I could just take it and nip back out. Return it to you in the morning or something if you're..." He finally seemed to notice her lack of pants. "Busy."
She stopped her search for pants. He'd obviously been treated to enough of a view of her knicker-clad arse for her to cease and desist with the search.
"I catch you at a bad time, luv?"
She spun around and raked a hand through her green hair. "Not at all. I was just getting ready for bed."
She folded her arms across her chest because... blast and damn... you could see her nipples through the very old and thin t shirt she had chosen to sleep in tonight.
"Oh."
Tonks swallowed. Had his voice just come out huskier than usual?
"Don't suppose you want any company then?"
She blinked. Had he just invited himself into her bed? Oooo, now that was certainly an overly pleasant thought.
"Not like that!" He seemed a bit flustered. "I meant to... to talk." He let out a huff of air he didn't need and spun about, muttering. "Bloody hell."
"Spike?" She tried to walk around to face him.
He turned to avoid her. He was certainly acting odd all of a sudden.
"Spike?"
"I can't look at you right now, pet."
"What?"
"Bloody hell, N'dora. You've got great legs. And I know they're yours, luv, because you said you always got to bed as you... hair aside. And those knickers cover you bum, but they're right tiny, and that shirt is so thin... I think I caught a bit of nipple there. And damn, if it isn't sexy too. You're right lovely, and I could get myself in real trouble with you."
Her heart had sped up with every word. He thought she was all right? Pleasing at least? Her legs? Her bum? Her... nipples? Who would have thought not wearing pants and having on a very old and ratty t shirt would provoke such a response?
"You could." She whispered.
"Yes, I could."
"That wasn't a question."
He turned to glare at her. "You don't know what it is you're asking."
"I think I do."
He moved so fast. With a growl. She knew it was meant to scare her off. The was an arm about her waist. A hand with a fistful of the green hair at the base of her skull. Her bare feet had left the floor. She wasn't frightened though. She was completely drawn in by it. It consumed her.
"If you're trying to scare me off, it won't work. I heard you spout poetry, remember? That does something to a girl. You're holding me awfully close just now, mate. Stop resisting. I'm tired of pretending I don't want you all over me. Aren't you tired of pretending you don't want to be?"
"I don't like this green. When I met you it was pink."
Tonks closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, she knew by his smirk that she was sporting some short bubble-gum locks.
"That's my girl."
"Am I?"
"With as much falling into my lap as you have been doing lately, pet, I should bloody well hope I could be able to call you mine. If not now... soon."
"N-no now. Now works for me."
"Excellent."
He kissed her then. It was so different. He wasn't hot like a body could be, but cold, and it was absolute heaven. Like ice cream licking you back. Her eyes were closed in bliss. There was so much pressure involved with pretending not to stare, not to touch. It was so lovely to be this close. Tonks smiled as he pulled back slightly. She was likely giving a fairly good impression of having gotten hit with a stunner or knocked in the head with a bludger.
"Ginny said you fancied me. I thought she was mistaken." He traced a cold finger along her bottom lip. "It seems I was mistaken then."
"She... said? I'll hex the little meddler."
Spike chuckled. "You will not."
"I can't believe she told you."
"Gin's all right. She wants me to get the girl for once."
"You've had the girl."
"Not recently."
"So you're saying it's been a while since you've..."
"No, that's not what I said. I said it's be a while since I got the girl."
Tonks chuckled.
"You mentioned nail polish earlier."
"Oh right." She untangled herself from his embrace and hurried over to the bureau.
Tonks gasped when he came up behind her and pressed into her back.
"You also mentioned poetry. Is this yours?" He asked, cupping one butt cheek of hers.
He skin flushed. "Yes. That's my own bottom."
"It's nice. It was my undoing earlier. As it is now. I think the polish can wait. It's a very nice set of buttocks you've there, Miss Tonks."
Tonks giggled. "You've been talking to Mad-Eye."
"He is awfully fond about working arses into conversation. Makes a body wonder. He also told me if I hurt you at all, there was no where I could hide."
"He's meddlesome as well. I think he's in need of a hexing. I think he needs it in a buttock since he's so fascinated with others losing theirs."
"No more talk of Moody and his buttocks."
She snickered.
"How sturdy is your bed, N'dora?"
"Wh-what?" She spun about with wide eyes.
Spike grabbed the hem of her t shirt and whipped it over her head before she could protest. He tossed it over his shoulder. She folded her arms over her naked breasts.
"Don't." He whispered, moving her arms away.
She couldn't believe this. He certainly moved fast when he had a mind to move. Her chin was cupped, and she was pressed back against the bureau in a heated kiss. Well, figuratively heated. Or heated in the sense that she was the one who started to sweat.
"Again... how sturdy is that bed?" Was whispered against her collar.
"Wh-what for?" Tonks blinked. His mouth had this way of leaving her dazed.
"Because I am done with pretending I don't fancy you."
Oh. Oh Merlin! "Well, if we break the bed, we can just continue on the floor by the fire."
She threw her an arm about his neck and pressed her mouth to his hungrily. Spike pulled her off her feet, spinning to the direction of the bed. Tonks pulled herself up his body a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were just about to collapse onto the bed when the door swung open.
"Tonks, are you..."
Tonks and Spike both turned their heads to the door slowly. Bill Weasley was standing half in the room with his hand still on the doorknob, and his mouth hanging open. Spike growled at him. It must have been quite the shock to see her wrapped around the waist of a half-dressed Spike in only her cotton knickers.
"Wotcher, Bill. I'm a bit busy at the mo. Could whatever it is wait until a bit..." She looked at Spike. "A lot later? Right then. See you. The catch is a bit funny on the door there. Pull it rough to make sure it closes properly, would you please? No need to give everyone else a free show, ay? Well, talk to you later, mate. Thanks for dropping by."
Tonks waved at him. Bill had gone red in the face. Even his ears had gone red. He pulled the door closed rather quickly. Spike and Tonks fell upon her bed laughing.
"How much you want to bet he knocks next time?"
Tonks laughed louder.
Spike stood up then and dropped his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them. She gasped in surprise, but that didn't stop her from wiggling out of her knickers and using the elastic to sling them at him. They hit his collar bone. Spike raised an eyebrow at her.
"Baby likes to play."
"Baby likes to play a lot as you will soon find."
He pounced on her with a growl.
The bed frame gave a loud creak of protest, cracked on one side, and spilled both their naked bodies onto the rug. Tonks was laughing so loud she feared she might wet her pants... if she had any on.
"Bloody hell. I haven't even begun to shag you, and we've already broken the bed."
*~*~*
She rolled off of the mattress just before sunrise to pull the curtains closed. Her body protested. A lot. Spike certainly was vigorous. There was certainly something to be said for vampire stamina. They'd pulled the mattress off the broken bed frame and put it near the fire. Then they'd made very good use of it.
Spike's hand instantly went to the portion of their bed she had previously been in. "N'dora?"
"Just closing the curtains."
"Come back to bed." He murmured into the pillow.
"Didn't want any sunlight to hit that precious skin. I'd hate for you to lose a buttock. The pair of them are so nice. Smooth."
"Not as nice as yours."
She giggled. Tonks was amused by the fact that she was standing by the covered window starkers admiring a vampire's arse.
"Bed!" He hollered into the pillow and thumped his hand against the space she had vacated.
Tonks snickered. He was proving a bit possessive and liking to cuddle. She was finding she didn't mind. Tonks moved slowly back into the mattress. She squealed when she was grabbed and pulled against cold skin. Her body tightened in anticipation. Spike chuckling against her neck made goose-flesh crop up on her arms.
The door was flung open.
"Tonks, have you seen Spike? No one can seem to- Oh!" Ginny averted her eyes as she started turning pink. "Right then. Guess you have seen him. I'll go call off the alarm."
The door was pulled closed abruptly.
"Bloody hell." Spike snapped. "Am I the only one who knocks before I just barge into a damn room in this soddin' house? Where's your wand, luv. Put a locking charm on that thing."
She started laughing.
"I mean it. Shittin' 'ell. A bloke can't even enjoy his woman without some so-in-so busting in on him and killing the mood."
She just laughed some more.
"What?"
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you're annoyed, Spike?"
"No."
The door banged open again.
Spike sat up in their makeshift bed. Tonks squealed and made sure all her more private bits were covered with the blanket.
"Bloody everlasting hell! What the shit is this?!"
There was a large group in the doorway, mostly Weasleys. Molly wasat the forefront... and her mouth was gaping in shock.
"Do you lot mind? N'dora and I haven't gotten all our shags out yet."
Molly gasped.
"No one was spirited off in the night. I have just passed the night in my girl's lovely little arms. We're just trying to hook up here, so unless you was to see my arse in the air as I.... well, I'm sure you get the idea. We're naked, and we want to do naked things, so piss off and get out!"
The group was herded out rather quickly, and the door was pulled closed. Spike shook his head.
"Well, at least now we don't have to explain."
Spike looked down at her. The two of them busted out laughing.
"Did you mean it when you said we weren't done shagging?"
"I did."
"You want... right now?"
"Oh hell, woman, what are you insatiable? I'm actually tired here. Can't we just sleep a bit?"
"Well, that is why I closed the curtains. Didn't want you to wake up all aflame."
"Good."
He snuggled back down into the bed and pulled her against him.
"I like feeling your heart beating, pet."
"Your skin's so cool to the touch. I adore that."
"I like my girl with her changeable eyes. She steals a bit of my soul, with each clench of her thighs. Resist as I must, resist though I might. Her sexiness intoxicates, with all her breathy cries."
"Oh... did you just make that up?"
"It's been floating about in my head since I noticed your bum in those cotton knickers last night."
"Oh."
"It's about you."
"I gathered as much."
"I don't write poetry about girls often."
"I know."
"Just didn't want you to think all this was, was a shag. I like you, you know. I have since we met. I never had a bird that was so easy to be with as you. You really listen when I talk. I didn't realize how much I liked that until now."
"Well, I like to listen to you talk, and I like being with you as well."
"Right then." He sounded content, as he laid on his back with one arm tucked behind his head.
Tonks laid her cheek on his chest and curled her body into his side. "Right."
"You know you and I expended a great deal of energy resisting one another, luv. What are we going to do with all that energy now?"
"Shag, paint each other's toenails, and sing Ramones songs."
"So there's a plan. Good."
*~*
end
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Spike is Whedon's. Tonks and company belong to Rowling.
summary: Tonks has a big crush on Spike, and she's been putting up a fair amount of resistance to it... only to find 'resistance is futile' as far as Spike is concerned.
note: Surprise! Happy birthday, Jasper. Bet you thought I'd forgotten you mentioning you'd like to see a whole Spike/Tonks fic and not just a drabble.
*~*~*
They'd had a very hefty talk about the Ramones recently. Again. It seemed they always talked about the Ramones. Specifically Joey. She thought it interesting that if he could go back and turn one person, it would be Joey Ramone. She felt that said a lot about him.
Kingsley was worried. As was Moody. She'd gotten this whole lecture about vampires and bloodletting and creatures without souls... only Spike had a soul. Didn't matter. Everyone seemed to have an opinion every since it had started to become obvious that Tonks had a crush on Spike. Moody's lecture had even managed to briefly grace the subject of buttocks biting. It was rather humorous. But they were right. He was a rather inappropriate bloke for dating.
It didn't matter to her that he was a vampire. They had a werewolf in the Order, why not a vampire? She didn't like him for that. She liked him for who he was, the stories he told. He was so full of tales. It was funny. She'd literally bumped into him one night in the Black house, and they'd just started talking. it had started with a snide comment by him about her hair, followed by an equally snide retort by her about his. They soon found they couldn't stop talking. They had quite a few common interests. And he called her N'dora... and she liked it. He said she looked about as much like a bird you'd call Tonks as he did a bloke you'd call William. He said Tonks didn't suit her for him, so she was N'dora when he spoke.
That was the first inkling she'd had that she might have a bit of crush. She delighted in speaking to him if only to hear him call her by the nickname of his making. The clench was one night when he'd gotten drunk and started spouting poetry. She'd never heard the like. He could rhyme the most interesting things... and it made sense to her. She's never had spoken words speak to her so well. His voice touched something inside of her that night. She'd been a bit of a clumsy dope about him ever since. She knocked things over, sometimes ON him. She tripped. She'd even tripped him once... by accident naturally. But Tonks was just a nervous disaster whenever Spike got within any sort of range of her.
She was so bad about it that everyone was starting to figure out WHY Spike made her so uneasy. Fred and George Weasley had taken to teasing her even. Ginny was the worst though. She had also taken a bit of a friendly liking to Spike. His acidic wit appealed to the younger girl. Her age and rapid witty retorts appealed to the vampire. He said she reminded him of the slayer's sister Dawn at times, and Spike had liked Dawn a great deal. So he'd taken to talking to Ginny as well... even though she didn't need another big brother. Molly was upset at first... until she overheard Spike giving Ginny pointers on how to dissuade aggressive suitors if she couldn't get to her wand. After that, Molly liked Spike a bit.
But Ginny had quite figured out Tonks' crush. Not that it wasn't fairly easy to figure. The redhead seemed to have made it her mission to toss Tonks in Spike's path every chance she got. Tonks had lost count of the number of times that she'd been walking near where Spike was seated and Ginny had come from nowhere to knock her off balance... right into Spike's lap.
Tonks sighed and threw herself backwards onto her bed here in the Black house. She'd all but given up her flat. With things getting so crazy in the wizarding world, it was safer to stay at the safe house. She turned her head and stared at the moon. It was growing. Remus would need his potion this week.
That was another thing.
Spike took care of Remus when he changed. Someone had to in some fashion since Sirius had... was... since he wasn't here. Spike had volunteered. He stayed with Remus. His reasoning was that a vampire could get bit by a wolf and still be a vampire. He was also strong enough to keep Remus at bay if needed. He said he also knew a few wolves. Still kept in touch with one. Tonks had heard him speak of a man called Oz. This Oz was supposed to be coming this way soon to help. Someone Spike called Red had contacted this Oz, filled the other wolf in on Remus' situation, and this Oz was coming to help Remus with his lycanthropy. Spike barely knew any of them. Yet, he did his best to help around here.
Tonks didn't know it was possible to fall like this for a non-human human.
Yes, she knew his past. Snape, of all people, had appraised her of what a depraved psycho William the Bloody had been. He'd killed many. But if Severus Snape could pull back from his darkness, why couldn't he understand that a vampire might be able to do so as well? Spike had a soul now. He'd done all his bad deeds without a soul. What was Snape's excuse?
But with the sour came the sweet. She didn't know the whole story, but she knew he'd been in love with a vampire slayer. Of all things for a vampire to love. One devoted to killing his kind. Before that he'd been with his sire, a vampire named Drusilla, for over a century. Tonks couldn't even imagine herself with someone for a decade. Her longest relationship had only been eight months.
Tonks wiggled her toes against the old blanket on her bed. It was slightly warm night. Not too warm, but warm enough for her to want to sleep in a very worn t shirt and her knickers.
Someone knocked.
Tonks slid out of bed and tiptoed to the door. Who on earth? It was well after midnight. She opened it a crack.
Spike. And he was barefooted. She'd never thought of people as having sexy feet until the first time she'd seen him without his boots and socks on. He was just wearing his jeans now. It was mind-blowingly sexy. Add in that he had an arm propped on the door frame and was leaning in a bit, and Tonks' lust was reaching alarming levels. Hell, even the hair in his armpits was sexy to her.
This was so bad. She'd never had a crush this bad before.
"Wotcher, Spike."
" 'Lo, N'dora. You got any black nail polish? Mine's starting to chip."
"Sure, er.... just let me..." She turned away to look for pants... or any sort of bottom covering besides the little pair of cotton panties she had on presently.
But Spike slipped in. "I could just take it and nip back out. Return it to you in the morning or something if you're..." He finally seemed to notice her lack of pants. "Busy."
She stopped her search for pants. He'd obviously been treated to enough of a view of her knicker-clad arse for her to cease and desist with the search.
"I catch you at a bad time, luv?"
She spun around and raked a hand through her green hair. "Not at all. I was just getting ready for bed."
She folded her arms across her chest because... blast and damn... you could see her nipples through the very old and thin t shirt she had chosen to sleep in tonight.
"Oh."
Tonks swallowed. Had his voice just come out huskier than usual?
"Don't suppose you want any company then?"
She blinked. Had he just invited himself into her bed? Oooo, now that was certainly an overly pleasant thought.
"Not like that!" He seemed a bit flustered. "I meant to... to talk." He let out a huff of air he didn't need and spun about, muttering. "Bloody hell."
"Spike?" She tried to walk around to face him.
He turned to avoid her. He was certainly acting odd all of a sudden.
"Spike?"
"I can't look at you right now, pet."
"What?"
"Bloody hell, N'dora. You've got great legs. And I know they're yours, luv, because you said you always got to bed as you... hair aside. And those knickers cover you bum, but they're right tiny, and that shirt is so thin... I think I caught a bit of nipple there. And damn, if it isn't sexy too. You're right lovely, and I could get myself in real trouble with you."
Her heart had sped up with every word. He thought she was all right? Pleasing at least? Her legs? Her bum? Her... nipples? Who would have thought not wearing pants and having on a very old and ratty t shirt would provoke such a response?
"You could." She whispered.
"Yes, I could."
"That wasn't a question."
He turned to glare at her. "You don't know what it is you're asking."
"I think I do."
He moved so fast. With a growl. She knew it was meant to scare her off. The was an arm about her waist. A hand with a fistful of the green hair at the base of her skull. Her bare feet had left the floor. She wasn't frightened though. She was completely drawn in by it. It consumed her.
"If you're trying to scare me off, it won't work. I heard you spout poetry, remember? That does something to a girl. You're holding me awfully close just now, mate. Stop resisting. I'm tired of pretending I don't want you all over me. Aren't you tired of pretending you don't want to be?"
"I don't like this green. When I met you it was pink."
Tonks closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, she knew by his smirk that she was sporting some short bubble-gum locks.
"That's my girl."
"Am I?"
"With as much falling into my lap as you have been doing lately, pet, I should bloody well hope I could be able to call you mine. If not now... soon."
"N-no now. Now works for me."
"Excellent."
He kissed her then. It was so different. He wasn't hot like a body could be, but cold, and it was absolute heaven. Like ice cream licking you back. Her eyes were closed in bliss. There was so much pressure involved with pretending not to stare, not to touch. It was so lovely to be this close. Tonks smiled as he pulled back slightly. She was likely giving a fairly good impression of having gotten hit with a stunner or knocked in the head with a bludger.
"Ginny said you fancied me. I thought she was mistaken." He traced a cold finger along her bottom lip. "It seems I was mistaken then."
"She... said? I'll hex the little meddler."
Spike chuckled. "You will not."
"I can't believe she told you."
"Gin's all right. She wants me to get the girl for once."
"You've had the girl."
"Not recently."
"So you're saying it's been a while since you've..."
"No, that's not what I said. I said it's be a while since I got the girl."
Tonks chuckled.
"You mentioned nail polish earlier."
"Oh right." She untangled herself from his embrace and hurried over to the bureau.
Tonks gasped when he came up behind her and pressed into her back.
"You also mentioned poetry. Is this yours?" He asked, cupping one butt cheek of hers.
He skin flushed. "Yes. That's my own bottom."
"It's nice. It was my undoing earlier. As it is now. I think the polish can wait. It's a very nice set of buttocks you've there, Miss Tonks."
Tonks giggled. "You've been talking to Mad-Eye."
"He is awfully fond about working arses into conversation. Makes a body wonder. He also told me if I hurt you at all, there was no where I could hide."
"He's meddlesome as well. I think he's in need of a hexing. I think he needs it in a buttock since he's so fascinated with others losing theirs."
"No more talk of Moody and his buttocks."
She snickered.
"How sturdy is your bed, N'dora?"
"Wh-what?" She spun about with wide eyes.
Spike grabbed the hem of her t shirt and whipped it over her head before she could protest. He tossed it over his shoulder. She folded her arms over her naked breasts.
"Don't." He whispered, moving her arms away.
She couldn't believe this. He certainly moved fast when he had a mind to move. Her chin was cupped, and she was pressed back against the bureau in a heated kiss. Well, figuratively heated. Or heated in the sense that she was the one who started to sweat.
"Again... how sturdy is that bed?" Was whispered against her collar.
"Wh-what for?" Tonks blinked. His mouth had this way of leaving her dazed.
"Because I am done with pretending I don't fancy you."
Oh. Oh Merlin! "Well, if we break the bed, we can just continue on the floor by the fire."
She threw her an arm about his neck and pressed her mouth to his hungrily. Spike pulled her off her feet, spinning to the direction of the bed. Tonks pulled herself up his body a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were just about to collapse onto the bed when the door swung open.
"Tonks, are you..."
Tonks and Spike both turned their heads to the door slowly. Bill Weasley was standing half in the room with his hand still on the doorknob, and his mouth hanging open. Spike growled at him. It must have been quite the shock to see her wrapped around the waist of a half-dressed Spike in only her cotton knickers.
"Wotcher, Bill. I'm a bit busy at the mo. Could whatever it is wait until a bit..." She looked at Spike. "A lot later? Right then. See you. The catch is a bit funny on the door there. Pull it rough to make sure it closes properly, would you please? No need to give everyone else a free show, ay? Well, talk to you later, mate. Thanks for dropping by."
Tonks waved at him. Bill had gone red in the face. Even his ears had gone red. He pulled the door closed rather quickly. Spike and Tonks fell upon her bed laughing.
"How much you want to bet he knocks next time?"
Tonks laughed louder.
Spike stood up then and dropped his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them. She gasped in surprise, but that didn't stop her from wiggling out of her knickers and using the elastic to sling them at him. They hit his collar bone. Spike raised an eyebrow at her.
"Baby likes to play."
"Baby likes to play a lot as you will soon find."
He pounced on her with a growl.
The bed frame gave a loud creak of protest, cracked on one side, and spilled both their naked bodies onto the rug. Tonks was laughing so loud she feared she might wet her pants... if she had any on.
"Bloody hell. I haven't even begun to shag you, and we've already broken the bed."
*~*~*
She rolled off of the mattress just before sunrise to pull the curtains closed. Her body protested. A lot. Spike certainly was vigorous. There was certainly something to be said for vampire stamina. They'd pulled the mattress off the broken bed frame and put it near the fire. Then they'd made very good use of it.
Spike's hand instantly went to the portion of their bed she had previously been in. "N'dora?"
"Just closing the curtains."
"Come back to bed." He murmured into the pillow.
"Didn't want any sunlight to hit that precious skin. I'd hate for you to lose a buttock. The pair of them are so nice. Smooth."
"Not as nice as yours."
She giggled. Tonks was amused by the fact that she was standing by the covered window starkers admiring a vampire's arse.
"Bed!" He hollered into the pillow and thumped his hand against the space she had vacated.
Tonks snickered. He was proving a bit possessive and liking to cuddle. She was finding she didn't mind. Tonks moved slowly back into the mattress. She squealed when she was grabbed and pulled against cold skin. Her body tightened in anticipation. Spike chuckling against her neck made goose-flesh crop up on her arms.
The door was flung open.
"Tonks, have you seen Spike? No one can seem to- Oh!" Ginny averted her eyes as she started turning pink. "Right then. Guess you have seen him. I'll go call off the alarm."
The door was pulled closed abruptly.
"Bloody hell." Spike snapped. "Am I the only one who knocks before I just barge into a damn room in this soddin' house? Where's your wand, luv. Put a locking charm on that thing."
She started laughing.
"I mean it. Shittin' 'ell. A bloke can't even enjoy his woman without some so-in-so busting in on him and killing the mood."
She just laughed some more.
"What?"
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you're annoyed, Spike?"
"No."
The door banged open again.
Spike sat up in their makeshift bed. Tonks squealed and made sure all her more private bits were covered with the blanket.
"Bloody everlasting hell! What the shit is this?!"
There was a large group in the doorway, mostly Weasleys. Molly wasat the forefront... and her mouth was gaping in shock.
"Do you lot mind? N'dora and I haven't gotten all our shags out yet."
Molly gasped.
"No one was spirited off in the night. I have just passed the night in my girl's lovely little arms. We're just trying to hook up here, so unless you was to see my arse in the air as I.... well, I'm sure you get the idea. We're naked, and we want to do naked things, so piss off and get out!"
The group was herded out rather quickly, and the door was pulled closed. Spike shook his head.
"Well, at least now we don't have to explain."
Spike looked down at her. The two of them busted out laughing.
"Did you mean it when you said we weren't done shagging?"
"I did."
"You want... right now?"
"Oh hell, woman, what are you insatiable? I'm actually tired here. Can't we just sleep a bit?"
"Well, that is why I closed the curtains. Didn't want you to wake up all aflame."
"Good."
He snuggled back down into the bed and pulled her against him.
"I like feeling your heart beating, pet."
"Your skin's so cool to the touch. I adore that."
"I like my girl with her changeable eyes. She steals a bit of my soul, with each clench of her thighs. Resist as I must, resist though I might. Her sexiness intoxicates, with all her breathy cries."
"Oh... did you just make that up?"
"It's been floating about in my head since I noticed your bum in those cotton knickers last night."
"Oh."
"It's about you."
"I gathered as much."
"I don't write poetry about girls often."
"I know."
"Just didn't want you to think all this was, was a shag. I like you, you know. I have since we met. I never had a bird that was so easy to be with as you. You really listen when I talk. I didn't realize how much I liked that until now."
"Well, I like to listen to you talk, and I like being with you as well."
"Right then." He sounded content, as he laid on his back with one arm tucked behind his head.
Tonks laid her cheek on his chest and curled her body into his side. "Right."
"You know you and I expended a great deal of energy resisting one another, luv. What are we going to do with all that energy now?"
"Shag, paint each other's toenails, and sing Ramones songs."
"So there's a plan. Good."
*~*
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Date: 2004-07-29 12:07 am (UTC)"Like ice cream licking you back." is brilliant.
-morrigunlefey
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Date: 2004-07-29 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 01:50 am (UTC)I just loved how everyone kept bursting into Tonks' door and the comments they came with were hilarious!
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:08 pm (UTC)Yeah, very few people know I write poetry. I'm actually decent at it too. Meter, rhyme... it comes a little natural to me. I came up with that in like 5 minutes because I needed some poetry.
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Date: 2004-07-29 08:27 pm (UTC)T
Re: pairing
Date: 2004-07-29 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 11:27 am (UTC)--SS
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:11 pm (UTC)I've had this pairing in my head for a while. I even wrote a drabble with them not too long ago. I was a bit worried because it's been a long tiem since I let Spike carry a fic.
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Date: 2004-07-29 09:11 pm (UTC)Wow. Gutter-mind over here, don't mind me.
Though I'm sure Spike would be greaaat, that's a different subject entirely...
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Date: 2004-07-29 10:03 pm (UTC)http://www.tthfanfic.com
It was also posted at
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Date: 2004-07-30 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 11:19 am (UTC)I think most people know by now that you read at your own risk with me. I am not responsible for the disturbance in sleep of spouses, parents, siblings, or roomies due to laughter. Nor am I held accountable for wet monitors, keyboards... or pants.
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Date: 2004-07-30 05:40 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2004-07-31 11:21 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2004-07-30 07:34 am (UTC)It all makes sense now! -bows down- I'll never doubt again! ^~ Characters were wonderful, loved the exclaimation of 'We're naked and want to do naked things!'
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Date: 2004-07-31 11:24 am (UTC)I have to ask... J.C. Frog girl? I'm confused.
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Date: 2004-07-31 11:29 am (UTC)In retrospect it sounds really... lame. But hey, I was young. -cough-
So.. it's an exclaimation... like 'Zounds' or 'Egad'.
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Date: 2004-08-18 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-18 10:44 am (UTC)I think just about anyone's bare skin is sexy. But I like bare abdomen on a guy... especially if they have a happy trail.