Give Your Sex-Life a Lift - R/Tonks - NC-17
Title: Give Your Sex-Life a Lift
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Tonks, mention of Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ron – sue me!
Words : 1450
Rating: NC-17

Written for lameos_maximus for the lovely satindolls, who bunnied as follows :-

Pairing: Ron/Tonks
Bunny: Ron and Tonks get trapped in a lift during a mission. They have to pass time.

Betaed by the adorable belovedranger, even though it is not in her job description!


Give Your Sex-Life a Lift
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Being partners with Tonks was good fun.

OK, we didn't always have a ball - sometimes we spent a day being cursed by Dark Wizards, and that put a damper on things.

But, in between nearly dying, she was excellent.

She was a fantastic opponent when we had practise sessions at the department.

She was a strong spellcaster, yeah, but I enjoyed our hand-to-hand sessions most.

She had magnificent breasts, and I was allowed to pin her to the floor, and have her squirming beneath me.

And it had been a year since I broke up with Hermione and I really enjoyed squirming breasts.

I'd never slept with her.

Tonks, not Hermione. Of course I'd slept with Hermione.

Oh, the ways I had corrupted Hermione.

I'd always fancied Tonks, but something Harry once said still haunted me.

I'd been idly fantasising about having sex with her.

She's a sexy woman, anyway.

And then there is the Metamorphmagus thing.

"Y'know how much I love Hermione," I'd said. "But her tits are so small."

Harry had protested.

"I'm not complaining," I'd complained. "I mean, access to naked breasts is not to be sneezed at. But they're just too small for my hands – that's all I want: tits that fill my hands."

I'd held them up to show Harry, and he'd pointed out that I played Keeper because I had such big hands.

"That is why I'd sleep with Tonks," I'd said, ignoring him. "She can adjust her breasts until they're a perfect fit. Bloody brilliant."

Harry had thought about this. "Yeah," he'd said, slowly.

And then he'd said it.

The thing that kept me from making any move on Tonks, no matter how wonderfully she squirmed under me.

"What d'you reckon would happen if you were shagging her and she Morphed into a bloke? Would your cock be cut off and trapped inside her body when her girl's bits disappeared?"

It still makes me go cold whenever I think I might make a pass at her.

So.

We had an excellent working relationship, and I enjoyed being pressed up against her breasts whenever possible.

Which leads us to tonight.

Here.

Trapped at four a.m. in a lift in an office building in Muggle London; unable to Apparate away, because of the anti-Apparition field put on it to contain the prisoner we were hoping to arrest.

Who had got away.

After damaging the eklectic system, somehow.

So.

We sat on the floor on opposite sides of the lift, our feet tangled together, waiting for someone to come and look for us.

"Favourite colour?" Tonks asked.

"Orange. You?"

"Pink."

I pulled a face. "Favourite holiday destination?"

"Italy," she said. "You?"

"The seaside."

She sniggered. "You are such a child, Ron Weasley," she said.

"Oh, yeah?" I smirked, parting my thighs suggestively.

She shook her head. "Favourite sexual position?" she said.

"I'm not gonna tell you that," I spluttered.

"Why not?"

"It… it'd reflect on Hermione," I said primly.

She laughed. "Oh, go on."

"No!"

"Maybe I'll do it," she said, with a challenging tilt of the head.

"Huh?"

All I could think of was what Harry had asked… Would your cock be cut off and trapped inside her body when her girl's bits disappeared?"

"With you," she said. "Maybe I'll do it. If you tell me."

I snorted. "Oh, yeah. It's worth it for a maybe," I said.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, and Hermione sat opposite me. "C'mon, Ron," she pouted, running her hands over her breasts. "Remind me what we used to do."

Breasts.

Hermione touching her breasts.

Tonks touching Hermione's breasts.

Fuck.

"Fuck, Tonks," I moaned. "Stop touching Hermione's breasts!"

She smirked at me, and cupped them and squeezed them and pushed them together.

I groaned.

"Aha," she whispered. "Am I getting close?"

Her thumbs circled Hermione's nipples.

I adjusted my trousers and cleared my throat. "No," I said, as calmly as possible. "Nowhere near. And, anyway, Hermione's are a lot smaller than that."

Her eyes lit up. "Was that why you split up?" she asked.

"No!" I complained. "What d'you take me for? Dump my girlfriend, my best friend, because her tits were too small?"

She got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to me, smiling as she sat astride my lap and looped her arms round my neck. "I'm sure you had a perfectly wonderful reason for dumping her," she said.

I tried to disentangle her arms. "She dumped me, anyway," I muttered.

"For saying her tits were too small?" she asked, frowning and expanding her breasts until they were crushed against me.

"God, Tonks, stop it," I moaned. "Hermione is gonna kill us!"

She laughed and wrinkled her nose and her own face reappeared.

But her breasts were still squashed between us.

I coughed, nervously, and unconsciously rubbed my cock against her arse as I shifted beneath her.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yeah," I rasped.

"So, this is what you like, is it?"

"Yeah."

"OK, then," she said, smiling at me as I tore my eyes away from her incredible breasts.

"Huh?"

"I told you I might do it."

She bit her lip and started undoing my trousers and her hand slipped into my boxers and I grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you want to?"

"Of course I want to," I protested. "Well, some of it, but we can't fuck."

"Why not?"

"We're partners," I said.

"So? I've felt you against me when we work out."

"We're friends," I spluttered.

"Good," she smiled. "So we can be friends who fuck."

I groaned and banged my head against the wall.

"It's not that I don't want to," I said. "I'm just…. worried."

She tutted. "I'm on the Potion," she said, losing her patience, getting out her wand, and Vanishing our trousers and underwear.

"Not about that," I muttered, wondering if I was clinically insane to try and stop this beautiful woman from rubbing herself against my cock.

Would your cock be cut off and trapped inside her body when her girl's bits disappeared?

Would I be a fool to turn her down? Yeah.

So, I put my hands on her hips and held her as she lowered herself onto me and she was tight and hot and wet and then she moved and her breasts dragged up and down my body and her mouth sealed itself over mine.

My cock was deep inside her and it was heaven and I'd missed this so much and I pulled my mouth away from hers and sucked on her neck and moaned as she ground her clit against me.

"See," she panted against my ear. "Nothing to worry about."

I laughed. "Oh, it was just something Harry once said."

"Harry?" she said, pulling back to look at me, and I reached to cup those beautiful breasts.

"Hmmmm?" I murmured, rubbing my face between them.

"Was it Harry that came between you and Hermione?" she asked breathlessly.

"She never fancied Harry," I protested, sucking hard on her nipple.

"Maybe she didn't," Tonks said with a cheeky grin.

And she closed her eyes.

And concentrated.

And I had a lap full of Harry Potter.

And I screamed and reached for my cock.

Which was there, where it always was, where it was supposed to be.

Pressed up against Harry's.

Fuck.

I didn't mean it to sound like that.

But Tonks wrapped her hand around our cocks.

My cock.

And Tonks's cock.

Harry's cock.

Anyway.

She held them together and stroked us, them… him?

Then, just as my cock throbbed in his hand, she returned to her body and sank down on me and I came inside her, harder than at any time in my former, normal, life.

By the time I could focus again, I had slipped out of her and she had taken care of her own climax and was looking suspiciously at me.

"So," she said, still sitting astride me, naked. "Harry?"

"No," I protested.

"You seemed pleased to see him," she said.

"It wasn't like that," I said. "I was just pleased to see my cock."

"What?" she demanded.

"The Harry thing was… he said…. he once said…." I stuttered to a halt.

"What did he say?"

"Would your cock be cut off and trapped inside her body when her girl's bits disappeared?" I muttered.

She blinked at me. "Wow," she said. "I've never thought of that."

"So, it could have been?" I squeaked, pushing her off my lap, where she landed spread-legged and flat on her back on the floor while I clutched my cock and checked it carefully.

Which is how our rescuers found us, when the lift doors slid open.

Thank Merlin it was only Harry.