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Party Swap	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Bill/Tonks Views: 11880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Muse attacked and got me going again with this one.

“You what?” he repeated. Bill paced across the attic floor, oblivious to the party below.

            “Don’t be mad—I did manage to escape before it got— well, you know…” her voice trailed off as she glanced to the floorboards.

            “I don’t think— I mean how can’t I be mad? Not at you— well maybe at you— no— at her! How could she not tell the difference?” He threw his arms up in the air, exasperation flooding his face before he sighed. “Did she really—”

            “Just kissing!” she squeaked, and then frowned. “And groping— her. Er- me. I was groping her, as you, she kept moaning begging for me to touch her breasts and—”

            “Alright, alright, I don’t want to—” he growled in frustration once more and continued to pace, before he drew his eyes level with her face, though Tonks did not meet his stare. “What did you tell her?”

            “What?” she asked.

            “When you slithered out before she could do the deed? With me— with you as me? How did you convince her to let you out?”

            Tonks frowned. In retrospect perhaps offering to imitate Bill Weasley had not been the best of ideas. It had started off fine, just mucking about at the party, and after all she had the best of intentions in mind. He had seemed so unhappy, sneaking about upstairs trying to avoid the party. The party that was meant to celebrate his impending nuptials, the happiest days of his life. Only he didn’t seem so happy about them. It had all gone just fine until she’d encountered the randy fiancée and been propositioned for sex. “I…” she cleared her throat and then shrugged her shoulders, long red hair tumbling back over them as she did. With a quick scrunch of her nose the last remaining Weasley feature faded and she was once more herself. “I jumped, panicked, told her I heard something and that I was certain my mother was coming looking for us, she wasn’t pleased, but I insisted we wait at least until the party guests went home,” she said.

            “I’m surprised she allowed you out of bed, when that woman has sex on her mind…” he trailed off and sighed. The dim lights of the attic cast dancing shadows across his scars and for a moment he appeared haunted. “This was a stupid idea,” he added.

            “Yeah, I suppose so,” she muttered and took a careful step closer to him. “Sorry about, well, you know.”

            Bill turned his head to face her. “It’s alright, I suppose, I mean it would have been highly suspicious if you’d just denied her completely…”

            “Don’t you when you’re not in the mood?” she asked.

            Bill scoffed. “Hardly,” he turned his eyes from her and gazed out the window, the long dragon fang earring glinting in the light. “She’s insatiable at times, impossible to talk down.”

            She couldn’t help herself, though she instantly regretted it, but laughter tumbled over her lips and she found herself clutching her side from laughing so hard.

            “It isn’t funny, Tonks,” he growled and paced away from the window, resuming his circular path around the attic.

            “I’m sorry,” she said as she quieted her laugh. “But men are usually the insatiable ones, the ones who have to have it all the time, it’s just sort of strange to picture it the other way round…”

            “Yes, well, not with her.”

            “Don’t you like sex?” she asked and found herself leaning against the window, perched half on the edge of the windowsill, arms crossed casually over her chest.

            Bill stilled his pacing feet and turned his gaze to her but he could not help the blush that crept into his cheek. “I am a man, Tonks, of course I do,” he sighed again and then walked over to where she leaned. He sat down on the creaky floorboards and crossed his legs, leaning against his knees. “I just— this is stupid,” he said and then closed his eyes.

            “You just what?” Tonks slid down the windowsill, her back sliding down the wall until her bum met the floorboards with a groan, and she was seated across from him their knees touching. “What is it?”

            “Fleur’s the first girl I’ve really been with,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. “I m I messed around with a girl or two when I was at Hogwarts…not many though, couldn’t get away with that nonsense, not as Head Boy…” his eyes glazed over as if he were wistfully recalling some late night tryst hidden somewhere in the confines of the castle. “And a bit when I first took the job at Gringotts, but work got more demanding, and life got dangerous…” he trailed off. “So there wasn’t much time for women. I wasn’t a slattern like Charlie,” he chuckled. “Women all the time, different girl every night when he was first in Romania…”

            Tonks twiddled her thumbs in her lap, intently listening as he continued to speak. His words were soft and sad, a life of regret for someone not much older than she was, and she hardly considered herself to be old. “So you think marrying her…you just don’t feel ready…” she said.

            “I care for her, I do. I love her. But the sex is— isn’t— well,” he couldn’t find the words.

            Tonks tried not to laugh. “Sex isn’t everything,” she shrugged.

            “I am a man, Tonks,” he teased a bit. It lightened the mood and it was good to see a bit of a smile on his lips. “I can’t call off a wedding because I haven’t sown all my wild oats, that’s preposterous. But I feel trapped. She’s always demanding it when I’m never in the mood,”

            At this Tonks could no longer restrain her laughter. “Women are supposed to be the only ones who aren’t in the mood,” she snickered.

            “But honestly,” he said. “She always wants me on top, she always has to come first, she wants me to pleasure her…” his face flushed red again, “you know,”

            Tonks nodded her understanding so as not to further embarrass him. “I know,”

            “But never wants to return the favor,” he grumbled. “And it’s always the same. A hot snog, she wants me to grope her, pleasure her, and then me on top until she comes, to hell with how I finish,” he spat with a bitter vengeance.

            “Have you talked to her about it?” she asked thoughtfully.

            Bill held his tongue. “I wouldn’t even know how to bring something like that up,” he said. “Hey, love, sorry you’re a selfish lover and we need to switch it up?”

            Tonks chuckled. “Not exactly the subtlest way to start a conversation, but I suppose it could be worth a try.”

            Bill sighed once more. “I couldn’t do it. She’d be enraged, or hurt and start crying. It’s almost easier to deal with her ridiculous sexual monotony.”

            She felt her smile fall as she leaned further back into the wall. “I’m sorry, Bill.” She said.

            “What for? You didn’t make her that way.”

            “Yes, I know, but I’m sorry that you are unhappy. You may love her, but you deserve to be happy in your love, don’t you think?”

            Bill shrugged. “I suppose. But like you said, it isn’t all about the sex.”

            The attic suddenly went dark and Tonks squeaked. “Oi! Lights?” she snapped.

            Bill leaned forward and frowned. “I reckon that’ll be a poltergeist, probably followed dad over from The Burrow waiting for the opportune moment to strike,” he said.

            “We should get back downstairs before someone thinks we’re responsible,” she said.

            “More Fred and George’s bit, but they’d be likely to try and pin it on anyone not present, especially if they actually are to blame,” he said.

            She moved to stand and so did he, and Tonks managed to stumble over her feet, tumbling forward. They both fell, he beneath her, and once more found themselves on the creaking floorboards of the attic. Tonks had landed on top of him, sprawled awkwardly over his body, her legs stretched strangely over his thighs, her arms across his chest. “Sorry,” she muttered.

            “It’s alright,” he said. “Are you alright?”

            “Yes, I think I’m fine, just clumsy, and even more so in the dark,” she smiled though she doubted he could see it in the darkness. Her back was to the window, but the slivers of moonlight that slipped through the shutters illuminated his face beautifully. His scars were like silvery chains that danced across his cheek as he shifted his head and slowly tried to sit up. Tonks was still atop him and found herself straddling his lap, leaning forward against his shoulder to keep her balance. “Sorry,” she muttered as she slowly tried to sit up.

            His arms wrapped around her back, holding her steady. “It’s alright,” he said, his hands gently rubbing up and down her back as she straightened.

            “Bill?” she asked softly, blinking several times to focus his shadowy face in her line of view.

            “Hmm?” he asked, his hands still slowly stroking her back.

            She flushed, closing her eyes for a moment and then wriggled slightly against his lap, clearing her throat a few times.

            “Oh!” he gasped, and stilled his hands. The flush crept into his face, making him appear a deep shade of crimson in the darkened attack. “Er—sorry…” he muttered. He hadn’t meant to respond to her, but it had been forever since he’d felt a woman straddled atop him.

            She tried not to chuckle, and found herself unable to meet his eyes. “Its erm— it’s alright,” she said, but did not move from his lap. “Given our discussion, I erm— it’s— nevermind,” she said and felt her cheeks tingle with the warmth of a blush. Tonks placed her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push up out of his lap, but found her motions stilled as his hands gripped her shoulders. His hands were large; strong hands, not as calloused as Charlie’s and not as haggard as Remus’s. She frowned for a moment, her thoughts wandering to her lover wolf, trapped in Sirius’ old room a few stories below. But her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his large, warm hands slowly cup her cheeks. “Oh, Bill—

            His lips pressed against hers; stilling her words as he captured her mouth in a kiss. His hands were firm, but gentle against her face as he held her close, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She tasted warm and sweet like cinnamon; a drastic difference to the cooler lips of his fiancée, who always tasted of silver and lilacs. He breathed into the kiss, letting his hands slowly melt away from her face until he was wrapped around her back once more.

            Her head swam. His tongue was warm and inviting; not rough, but eager. Her own hands found their way around his neck and were tangled in his hair. It was thick; luscious and silky, longer than Remus’s and healthier. It felt like heaven against her fingers as she ran them through his locks. She could feel her heart begin to race as his tongue explored her mouth, and she felt her tongue respond, rolling slowly over his. He tasted sweet; like wine, or perhaps sherry, and his tongue was soft, slick like velvet, softer than she’d experienced with Remus. Her body was rocking gently in his lap; as she leaned into the kiss.

            Heat was gathering between her legs; and feeling his hardness just beneath her center was making her heart race. She was caught in the moment and hardly felt his lips leave hers; the kiss ending, her chest heaving. But his lips did not leave her entirely; and she whimpered feeling his soft, full lips, warm and slick against her neck, traveling around the side of her throat, suckling and licking her skin. Her eyes were closed and Tonks tried to focus on something other than the delicious sensation of his roaming mouth.

            Her skin was warm, sweet and salty at the same time. So very different; his tongue laving easily over her neck, over her throat. There were no protests when he nipped gently at the hollow of her throat; only whimpers and soft moans as he licked her and suckled her skin. The sounds he was managing to elicit from the woman seated in his lap caused his erection to throb, straining hard against his trousers, longing to be freed. And she was rocking gently, creating friction, a delicious but teasing sensation shooting through his body.

            Tonks slowly opened her eyes and stilled her hands from tangling in his hair. “Bill,” she whispered and pulled her neck back from his warm delicious lips. “We should— you should—”

            He faltered, leaning back on his arms, panting. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what…I’m sorry,” he whispered, searching the darkness to meet her eyes.

            She closed her eyes. It had felt so good, so very different. If a bit clumsily she slid back from his lap. “Sod it,” she muttered, and pressed her hands against his chest until he fell flat back against the attic floor. She straddled him, properly, with her legs wrapped snugly on either side of his hips. Her fingers were tugging at his dress shirt, untucking it from his trousers with little protest from Bill as she did. His chest was broad; she’d seen him topless before, playing Quidditch at The Burrow with the others, but seeing him in the pale dancing moonlight of the otherwise darkened attic was too much. He was handsome, sexy, thick wiry red curls covering his chest. It was so unlike the thin, sparse hairs that dusted her lover’s chest.

            She placed both palms flat on his naked chest, his skin was warm and inviting, and she couldn’t help it as she rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, hearing the racing thump of his heart beneath her ear. “Mmm,” she exhaled, and then breathed in deep. He smelled of musk, sweat, and something strange, like a cavern; so very different from the smell of matted fur and blood as Remus so often smelled. She breathed him in, hesitating for only a moment before licking her tongue slowly across his chest. He tasted divine, salty and heady and it made her dizzy for a moment.

            Bill closed his eyes. She writhed atop him, wriggling her heat against him and he longed for nothing more than to make their clothes vanish so he could feel her heat properly. He found his fingers reaching, touching her head, feeling her hair. “It’s…” he panted, feeling his chest tighten at her soft licking. “Oh…” he moaned, as she wriggled her hips again, shifting slowly down his chest. “Tonks, I—”

            “Shh,” she whispered against his flesh and gently swirled her tongue against his nipple, pleased when his breath caught in his throat. It bothered Remus when she played with his nipples, but Bill seemed to enjoy the sensation, so she repeated it; licking the tiny pebble a few more times before she moved to the other nipple, repeating her gestures. His moans only served to encourage her; and slowly she trailed her tongue down his torso, until her lips touched the edge of his trousers.

            Rustling fabric filled the air as she worked at the button and zip and gently tugged the black garment down his legs, revealing a pair of cotton boxers. Her hand curled around his straining erection; only the material of his undergarments keeping flesh from flesh. He groaned at her touch and sat up. “Gods, Tonks…” he muttered and grasped her face and pulled her close to kiss her. His lips were hot; his kiss soft but passionate. “Gods…” he muttered, licking the side of her jaw, moving once more to suckle at her neck. Fleur hated when he suckled at her neck; it tickled her and she argued that his tongue was more useful elsewhere.

            He practically growled; the sweet sensation of her soft tongue sliding over the swollen tip of his erection was almost enough to make him come. Never once in their relationship had his fiancée touched her lips to his manhood and so seldom did she touch his manhood with anything other than her womanhood that he was completely unprepared for the sensations that shot through his body as she enveloped him with her hot mouth. He felt the tightness in his sac, his heart racing, her lips roaming in swirls with her tongue over his erection. Her tongue was like slick velvet as she sucked him into her mouth and Bill groaned, arching his hips toward her face. It had been over a decade since he’d felt the primitive pleasures of oral attentions.

            She smiled with his length buried in her mouth; her lips sucking and moving up his shaft, over his weeping head, her fingers kneading the tender flesh of his inner thighs as she worked her head in a swirling swiveling motion, up and down his length, teasing her tongue with flutter light strokes underneath his head. His pleasurable moans only encouraged her and she quickened her pace, moving one hand to stroke his length as she sucked and licked his tip; her other hand cupping and squeezing his testicles. She felt his length stiffen; a telltale sign that he was nearing release. She tightened her lips, pulling him slowly into her mouth and then back out, squeezing him and sucking him.

            “Stop—please—”he panted trying to pull his length back from her tantalizing lips. Bill shifted, sliding out from her grasp and reached forward. “I want you, I want…” he panted, pressing his lips against hers, devouring her in a kiss. His fingers were quick, tugging at her shirt, then at her skirt, tugging down her knickers, wasting no time pressing two fingers between her slick folds. She whimpered into their kiss, her hips rocking, chest pressed against him. Her slick wetness coated his fingers as he pumped, rubbing his thumb blindly, trying to hit her sensitive spot.

            “Oh,” she hissed, feeling him touch her once, arching her hips trying to feel more of him. His hands left her slick sex, gripping her hips to pull her down atop him. Tonks straddled him once more and rubbed her sex against his erection. “You’re so hard…” she panted, leaning forward over his body. His lips were quick to capture a nipple in his mouth and she cried out, feeling the hot sensation of his mouth envelop her.

            “Stop teasing…” he hissed against her flesh, licking and nipping at her nipple as she rubbed her slickness faster against him. “Go on…” he panted.

            Tonks pressed her weight forward against him for a moment, lifting her hips to align her opening against his swollen tip. He was longer and thicker than her lover; and it made her shiver just to anticipate the feeling. She leaned back, supporting her weight with one palm pressed flat against his thighs. With her other hand she gripped him, rubbing her palm over his tip before guiding his member to her entrance. She gyrated; rubbing her slickness against his tip as he bucked at her, desperate to enter her heat. She slid slowly down his length, gasping as he filled her, so much deeper and fuller than she’d felt before.

            He was moving, bucking beneath her, trying to feel more of her. Bill leaned back on his elbows and watched as she began to ride him, her legs gripped firmly around his hips; her sex sliding up and down his rigid length. Her head was tossed back, her chest pushed forward; pert breasts bouncing as she rode him, panting and whimpering at the deep plunging sensations of his well-endowed member. His hands were firm as they squeezed her breasts, massaging her flesh, as she bounced on him; the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air; nearly drowning out their cries of pleasure.

            She want panting, sweat dripping down her neck as he released her breasts and gripped her hips. “Faster,” he growled, forcing her up and down against him. She was crying out in pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the shocking sensations between her thighs. She could feel her head reeling, her face warm and flushed, heart racing, breath coming in ragged gasps as they fucked. She was slamming hard against him, feeling his tip pressing hard against the deep back of her womanhood, sending thrills of pleasure shooting through her body.

            Bill growled, slamming her up and down against his length and then held her still, despite her protesting hips; his release exploding within her. Stars swam behind his eyes and for a moment his body was washed over in pure pleasure. His member was throbbing; his release long and unending, as he felt her walls spasming tight against his member. She was coming. He could feel her walls tighten, milking him, her body shaking. His nerves tingled, his fingers were trembling as his grip on her hips fell slack and he collapsed back against the hardwood floor of the attic.

            Tonks whimpered, her orgasm rolling to an end and she felt her stinging lungs swell as she inhaled. She keened forward and collapsed atop his sweat-soaked chest, resting her head against his heaving chest. It was several moments before she felt his deflated member slip from her slick womanhood. Her palms pressed against his chest and she slowly pushed her body up and off the man beneath her. With a guilty look etched over her features she grabbed her skirt and pulled it up around her waist; and with a little difficulty found her shirt and covered her naked body.

            “That was bloody brilliant,” he whispered, his breath finally having returned to normal.

            “Erm, yeah,” she said. It had felt wonderful, to deny it would be lying. “What in Merlin’s name just happened?” she asked, leaning back against the wall, sitting with her legs stretched out before her.

            Bill slowly sat up, wriggling a bit to pull his trousers up around his now flaccid member. He remained shirtless as he moved to the wall and leaned against it, sitting beside her, unable to look into her eyes. “Well…”

            “I mean aside from the obvious,” she said.

            Bill frowned. “I needed that, I think.”

            “I can relate, I think.” She said.

            “What do we do now?” she asked.

            There was silence for a moment and in that moment the lights returned to the attic. It hadn’t been brightly lit before they’d gone out but it served to shed light on their shame all the more. She blushed but noted that he was equally as red in the face and other areas of his body.

            “I don’t know,” he said and then turned his head to the side, gazing at her. “That was really, really—”

            “Let’s not erm—” she paused. “Sod it, I can’t deny it wasn’t brilliant,” she smiled sheepishly and tried her best not to blush further. “But we probably shouldn’t—”

            “Yeah, maybe we ought to—”

            “Yes?” she asked.

            “I don’t know,” he shrugged and then sighed. “It’s never like that with her.”

            Tonks slowly nodded. “I know,” she said. “Me neither,” it almost pained her to admit it out loud but he was a far better lover than Remus. She frowned and turned her eyes away from him, gazing up at the high vaulted ceiling. “Maybe we should just forget it. A onetime mistake sort of thing.”

            “Yeah,” he said and then looked at the floorboards, covered with years of dust.

            “That’s not practical, though, is it?” she asked and slowly tilted her head back down, turning it sideways to gaze at him.

            “I suppose not,” he said meeting her gaze. “I do love her,” he said, guilt etched in his eyes.

            “I love him,” she said. It was true; she did love Remus a great deal. But found it quite ironic that she’d found someone so similarly sexually displeased in Bill Weasley. “I do, but—”

            “She’s just not satisfying…not like that.”

            “Yeah,” she said.

            They sat in silence for another moment before he slowly rose to his feet and offered her his hand. “We should get back downstairs before well— we just should.” She nodded and took his hand, bounding up to her feet a bit too spryly, only to find herself collapsed against his chest.

            “Sorry,” she blushed and leaned back, but found his arms around her back once more. “Bill…”

            “Your kiss was just so— so—”

            “Different?” she offered and pressed her lips chastely to his. “Yours too.”

            Bill closed his eyes and sighed. “We need to go back downstairs,” he said, but allowed his lips to linger on hers a moment longer.

            “Alright,” she said and slowly pulled back from him, dressing her figure proper before bounding out of the attic, stumbling down the steps as she went.

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