l u c k y

Lucky
[by victoria p.]

Rating: R

Summary: "He thinks again about how lucky he is, when all around him, luck is running out."

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. written for hiddendaze, who requested "Charlie, desk, wonderment" and snacky, who requested "Tonks, wand, desperate" and I was inspired to combine them into one story.

Date: March 4, 2004

Another report, another failure.

Charlie rubs his forehead, the back of his neck. The war is not going well, and his dragons are not the heroes he'd imagined they would be.

"Wotcher, Charlie."

He looks up to see Tonks in the doorway, smiling tentatively.

"Hi." He can already feel heat rising beneath his skin; it is embarrassing, sometimes, how much he is attracted to her, and how easily it shows. But mostly, it is amazing; his sense of wonder that she returns his feelings has only grown over the past few months they've been together.

"Rough night?"

He grunts noncommittally, gesturing to the papers scattered on the desk and shrugging.

She leans forward, her hands on the arms of his chair, and places a gentle kiss on his lips as she swings one leg over to sit on his lap.

For a moment, he thinks they may tip over -- Tonks is not the most graceful woman he's ever met -- but the chair remains upright, though it creaks in protest.

She twines her arms around his neck and settles in for some serious kissing, her mouth opening over his, her tongue licking at his lips before he slips his own out to touch it. She runs her fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine, and his hands come to rest on the curve of her hips, stroking the soft skin of her back under her too-short t-shirt.

She rocks against him, the heat of her scorching him even through their clothing. She unbuttons his shirt with nimble fingers, then pushes it off his shoulders so she can press openmouthed kisses to his chest and neck; solar flares of pleasure rising under his skin.

His head falls back under this sweet assault, and he thinks again, about how lucky he is, when all around him, luck is running out.

***

Tonks is enjoying the way Charlie feels beneath her. She's managed to get his shirt off and is busy kissing his chest, his shoulders, every bit of skin she can reach without contorting herself into a really awkward position.

Charlie tugs at the hem of her t-shirt and she moves back to let him pull it over her head. He tosses it to the floor. In one smooth motion, he raises his wand and banishes her bra with a whispered spell, so her breasts spill into his waiting hands, wand dropped to the floor along with her shirt.

His fingers are callused but so very gentle and warm on her already-heated skin, and pleasure arcs through her body when he rolls one taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger before licking at it, his hand moving to the other breast.

She whimpers and keens, arching into his mouth, head thrown back so the ends of her hair (black, tonight, and long) brush lightly against her shoulder blades, the touch like another pair of hands on her skin, making her shiver.

He rises, arms strong around her, and sets her on the desk, pushing the scrolls and books to the floor with a thump.

She wraps her legs around him, pulling him close, hands already unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers; he does the same for her, lifting her slightly to slide her jeans and knickers over her hips and down her legs.

"Charlie," she whispers, desperate to touch him, to feel him inside her. "Please." She pushes at his trousers before taking his cock in her hand, hot and hard, the head glistening with precome. She scoots forward, brushing her wet folds against him.

"Hold on," he mutters, jaw tight. "Contraceptive spell?"

"Did it before I came in here."

"Good thinking."

"That why I'm an Auror. Always prepared."

He grins and pushes inside her, then covers her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp. She knows she's loud, and it wouldn't do to have his mother rushing in before they're through.

She has no trouble blocking thoughts of Molly Weasley from her mind as she and Charlie move together.

He comes inside her, and she follows him over the edge, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she shudders in his arms, a tidal wave of bliss rolling through her.

She knows she's lucky to have him, that in these dark days, any time they have together is a gift, and she clings a little when they're done, more than is usual for her. Once she leaves this room, the real world will intrude, and she wants to make this last as long as possible.

Without her saying it, Charlie seems to understand. He murmurs a quick cleaning spell and then gathers her close, sitting back down in the chair. She curls up on his lap and rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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