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Teach
Lonely as she was, Tonks enjoyed teaching Harry all about sex. So much so that she might just keep him.
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It was supposed to be simple and not at all romantic: she teaches Harry everything she knows about sex, and in return he gives her physical intimacy. She'd been firm in saying that it wouldn't be about anything more than that, and he'd had no problem with it. She hadn't thought she was even capable of emotional intimacy after losing Remus. And then the boy had to go and make her fall for him.
He'd been a virgin the first time, and it showed. It was awkward, and over too soon for her to get any pleasure out of it. He'd been so adorable in apologizing that she just smiled and assured him it would get better with practice. It did.
He was a quick learner, always willing to do whatever she asked of him. After sharing her bed several times a week for the past few months, he'd improved so much that she could honestly say he was the most talented lover she'd ever had.
It wasn't his rapidly improving skill that made her fall for him, though. She honestly didn't know how he accomplished that. When she confided in Hermione, she simply nodded and said that anyone who truly got to know Harry couldn't help but care for him. It made sense in a way. He was just...Harry.
She couldn't hope to define it, but it felt right. She was on her back, her legs around his waist as he fucked her on her bed, and all she could think was that she wanted nothing more than to keep her legs around him and never let him go. She'd never had such a sappy thought mid-shag before, but this was now the norm for her. This thing between them wasn't just physical anymore, even if she'd never admitted it to him.
Harry buried his face in her neck, and she knew what was coming. He spilled his seed inside of her, and she moaned at the feeling. She moaned again, in protest this time, when he slowly pulled out of her. She pouted up at him; he smiled, leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
"That was lovely, Harry."
"I'm glad you liked it. And thanks."
"You don't have to thank me every time. I get quite as much out of it as you do, you know," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Well, thanks all the same. I guess I'd better be going, but if you want I can come over in a few--"
"Stay." He was surprised, with good reason. Never staying the night was one of her original ground rules. It felt too emotional, too intimate.
"Are you sure?" He didn't sound reluctant, which she took as a good sign.
"I am. I want you to stay." He looked at her searchingly, then smiled and gathered her in his arms, pulling her body close to his. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes, knowing she was right where she needed to be.
He'd been a virgin the first time, and it showed. It was awkward, and over too soon for her to get any pleasure out of it. He'd been so adorable in apologizing that she just smiled and assured him it would get better with practice. It did.
He was a quick learner, always willing to do whatever she asked of him. After sharing her bed several times a week for the past few months, he'd improved so much that she could honestly say he was the most talented lover she'd ever had.
It wasn't his rapidly improving skill that made her fall for him, though. She honestly didn't know how he accomplished that. When she confided in Hermione, she simply nodded and said that anyone who truly got to know Harry couldn't help but care for him. It made sense in a way. He was just...Harry.
She couldn't hope to define it, but it felt right. She was on her back, her legs around his waist as he fucked her on her bed, and all she could think was that she wanted nothing more than to keep her legs around him and never let him go. She'd never had such a sappy thought mid-shag before, but this was now the norm for her. This thing between them wasn't just physical anymore, even if she'd never admitted it to him.
Harry buried his face in her neck, and she knew what was coming. He spilled his seed inside of her, and she moaned at the feeling. She moaned again, in protest this time, when he slowly pulled out of her. She pouted up at him; he smiled, leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
"That was lovely, Harry."
"I'm glad you liked it. And thanks."
"You don't have to thank me every time. I get quite as much out of it as you do, you know," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Well, thanks all the same. I guess I'd better be going, but if you want I can come over in a few--"
"Stay." He was surprised, with good reason. Never staying the night was one of her original ground rules. It felt too emotional, too intimate.
"Are you sure?" He didn't sound reluctant, which she took as a good sign.
"I am. I want you to stay." He looked at her searchingly, then smiled and gathered her in his arms, pulling her body close to his. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes, knowing she was right where she needed to be.
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