You'll never have to
A/N: Okay, from a long absence I return to write this one shot. I'll get back to the other stories I'm working on. New chapters will be coming out in the following week.
WARNING!!!! There is lemony freshness in this. Mature Content. Don't like it, turn back
Some people would look down upon what they were doing, but they didn't understand. She had helped, literally saved him from the darkness. For that he would always be grateful to her. They had started out as friends during his fifth year of school; more like acquaintances in all actuality. They had come to know each other through Sirius Black, his Godfather, and her cousin.
He remembered all of their encounters; how could he forget her face? That shocking, pink hair that bounced softly from side to side, as she stepped out of the fire. Pink eyes that danced with laughter, as she looked over his scrawny appearance; he had actually felt self-conscious about his body when she looked at him. His eyes were glued to her plump, rosy lips as she spoke to him for the first time, "Wothcher, Harry."
When no one was paying attention to him, he would be watching her out of the corner of his eye. Listen to her as she laughed with Sirius, talked with Remus; changing her appearance at the dinner table. He had always found himself asking what she looked like naturally. He never asked her though, he always held himself back.
He was interrupted in his thoughts with a white hand, long and slender fingers, being splayed on his naked chest. He slowly turned his head, his emerald eyes boring into her pink ones. She slowly nudged his chin with her nose," What'cha thinking about?" She slowly drew circles on his chest, her nails drawing lines. He took in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
He raised his left hand to cup her cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against her lips. He felt her body shuffle closer to his, her breasts pushing up against his right arm. He slowly lowered his hand from her cheek and moved it along her body, holding her at her waist. He lowered his lips to hers, a hair's breadth away,"You." He spoke barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake the other inhabitants of the house.
Her tongue came out and licked him from his cheek to his ear. She spoke in the same whisper, but with a husky note, "and just…what were… you thinking…exactly…?" Between each break of her words, she kissed the skin behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He rolled over on top of her, causing a soft moan to rise from her lips as their naked bodies pressed against each other. He nuzzled her cheek, "How you saved me," he whispered in her ear, his voice taking on that same husky quality.
She slowly pressed kisses along his neck, her warmth breathe washing over his skin. Hearing him groan in pleasure, she smiled against his neck and whispered, "How did I save you?" She brought up her leg and slowly wrapped it around one of his.
He drew in another sharp breath, "How you…saved…me from the…darkness." He lowered his lips to her, capturing them in a slow and sensual kiss. She moaned softly against his lips. Nibbling on her bottom lip, he opened her mouth slightly. Her tongue slowly snaked through to join his. He let loose another groan as she licked the length of his tongue. He slowly raked his tongue along hers, starting from the tip and going to the base. He pulled back from her mouth as the need for air became inescapable. He pressed his nose to hers, his hot breath caressing her lips and hers doing the same.
Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising up and down as she gasped for air, "How…did I…save you…?" She wrapped her other leg around his, locking her ankles together. She nibbled on his throat to the sounds of his moaning.
He ran his right hand into her hair and pulled her head back, revealing the creamy flesh of her neck. He licked over it slowly, lovingly, reverently, "You…didn't…let grief…consume…me…" He slowly slid his manhood along her wet entrance, eliciting a moan from her luscious lips. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, teasing her.
She pressed her chest up against his, her rosy nipples brushing his, as she leaned her body up. She licked him from his chin to his ear and spoke again, "Couldn't…have my…Harry…oh…ooooh…" She was interrupted as he slid into her, fed up with teasing. He kept a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out,"Couldn't…have…my…my Harry…worry…himself…with…guilt…" Her breathing became labored as pleasure racked her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body flush against hers.
He nuzzled her neck as he picked up his pace, hot breath washing over her moist skin. He inhaled her scent, strawberries, sweat, and sex. His eyes glazed over and he licked her neck before clamping his lips, sucking softly. She moaned his name into his ear, as he pleasured her. He rolled his tongue around his mouth, the tip touching her neck as he sucked on her flesh.
Her mind was lost in a haze of pleasure. She felt a warm pool of heat start from her belly and work its way throughout her body. Her nails raked his back as she clutched tighter, wanting to be close as possible.
He pulled away from her neck with a wet plop as her skin snapped back. He licked over the reddened mark. He pulled out of her completely and slammed back in with a hard thrust. He sealed her lips with a hard kiss. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust harder and faster into her.
She screamed his name into his mouth as she hit her release. She heard the sound of wet skin banging against each other, as her juices coated his manhood and he kept pounding into her. She rode out her orgasm to his thrusting. She then feverishly bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, eager to make him climax.
In response, he grunted and moaned into her mouth. She clenched her inner walls around his manhood, making him reach his limit. He collapsed on top of her as he released his cum inside of her. He panted heavily as he nuzzled her neck. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her neck softly.
She lovingly stroked his messy, raven locks, something that she had always wanted to do since she met him. She felt his lips press against hers in a tender kiss. She lightly stroked his cheek with her free hand.
"I never…thanked you…Tonks…" He looked at her through half-lidded eyes. The moonlight that came in through the window shone on his face, amplifying each of his features, the high cheekbones, strong chin, the slight hint of stubble he was growing. But what stood out the most were his eyes, those emerald jewels, positively shining in the light.
She kissed him soundly on the lips, conveying everything that she had into that one kiss. She pulled back and laid her head on the pillows. Closing her eyes, she spoke once more in the velvety softness of her voice, "You'll never…have to…" She brought his head to rest in the crook of her neck. She felt him wrap his arms around her, holding her close. He entwined his legs with hers for good measure. She stayed up until she heard the steady sound of his breathing, indicating he was asleep. She brushed back his hair and kissed the lightening bolt scar on his forehead.
"You'll never have to."