Title: One Last Time
Author: Flora
Pairing: Snape/Tonks. Yes, really.
Rating: NC17
Word Cont: 1125
A/N: Yet another virgin fic for scribbulus_ink's challenge. Hee!


One Last Time

She turned uncomfortably on her side. "Severus?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think you could budge over a bit?"

"Nymphadora. You may have—stop that!"

"Then don't call me that."

"It is your name, I believe, and certainly no cause for kicking me."

"It is my name. For which I curse my mother somewhat regularly. And did you want I should kiss your shins better? You'll need to help me get shifted round."

"Nym—young lady, you were clumsy when you could shape-shift."

She grimaced. "Severus, I was there. I know." She tried to squirm a little further toward the center of the mattress.

"Oh, for the love of—this is not the largest mattress I've ever seen."

"All the more reason to lie back to front, don't you think? To fit better?"

He grumbled and turned to face her. "Turn 'round, then. I certainly don't think you trying to curl up around me will work."

She turned away, cuddling back until her rump rested against his groin. Both at once, they craned to look up at the window, high above, at the top of one of the tall walls that hugged them in so near. They watched the wards crackle ominously, green and gold and angry purple—the wards that prevented her growing claws to climb out, and bound him against using his Legilimency skills to alter the intentions of the guard just outside.

"Ny—Miss. Hold still! Stop rubbing your. Bugger. This is worse than kick—what are you doing?"

"You said to hold still!"

"But you've turned round again."

"Yep. Wotcher, sir!"

"You. I. We don't fit. This way."

She raised her eyebrow, now. "Could, were we to intertwine our legs, just a bit."

"This is highly inappropriate."

"If I thought we were going to get out of this, I'd be rather more concerned about propriety."

Snape grimaced. "I. Would have to agree, the situation looks grim."

"Very."

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to die."

"More than likely."

"And I don't want to die a virgin."

He raised one elegant brow as she raised one arm to trail her fingers into his hair. "Oh?"

"That's not right!"

"What?"

"That's not what you said!"

"Nymphadora." He leered, and she grinned. "The scenario becomes a bit ridiculous, just here."

"Play along, love. Now. And I don't want to die a virgin!"

He sighed, but played along with just one more glance at her burgeoning belly.

"Miss Tonks. I was your teacher! It would be highly inapp—mmph!"

"Not going to get out. Unless I'm… a fate worse than death?"

"No. It's not. Miss Tonks, I must admit, my own experience in this area is …limited."

"Oh?"

Severus smirked. "I don't think that's what you did with your hands, love."

"Bugger. You're right. More like this?"

"I think I still needed rather a lot of convincing, at this point."

"Right. I remember. Reluctant, you were. And, I think I did this?" She slid her hands down his chest, undoing the top four hooks to run her hands inside, scraping fingernails down his chest. He gasped and gripped her shoulders.

"NO, Miss Tonks! This is.."

"I know." She raised her head to nip at his ear. "Highly improper." She pressed soft kisses along his jaw, down and around and up from his chin. "Utterly inappropriate." She bit gently at his lower lip. "Quite impossible."

He groaned and pulled her closer, thrusting his hips against her so she could feel his erection. "Highly. Utterly. Oh. Quite."

She ducked down to run her tongue up his throat. "I fear we don't have a lot of time, Severus. If we're to… I."

"Miss Tonks! Tongue-tied, are we?"

She shook her head resolutely. "No. Not any more. Please?" She dragged herself even closer, until he could feel damp heat against his hip, where her leg draped over, her robes hiked up, his wrinkled and twisted.

That was it. He growled and raised up on his elbow to let her slide beneath him. "You're sure?"

"So sure. I. Kiss me?"

He complied, opening his lips and sweeping his tongue into her mouth with a low groan, impossibly erotic from such a controlled man. She slid further under, tearing open her robe and unhooking his as she maneuvered her legs wide. His groan transformed into a whimper as her bare breasts rubbed against his chest, as she wriggled under him and reached into his pants to stroke and free his hard cock. She wrapped her small hand around, dragging it toward her and pressing away as he hissed and rocked his hips and moaned her name.

Somehow, when her name was said like that, it wasn't so bad.

He kissed his way down her chest, running sensitive fingers down her thighs and back up, finding his way to her dripping entrance and pressing in gently. She bucked her hips up. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please. Do that. Do. Touch me there."

"Love, can we do this like this, now?"

"Should be all right. Get in me, damn you."

He slithered slowly up her body once more, positioning his cock to plunge into her.

She moaned, and grimaced.

He stopped cold, and stared. "Nymphadora! What?" He groaned and pressed ahead anyway, feeling her tear.

She grinned. "Recreating as faithfully as possible, love. What's an anniversary without special effort? Especially a first anniversary!"

He pressed ahead slowly. "Merlin. So tight. This is. Bloody hell."

"I thought perhaps you might like it."

He pulled back and pressed forward again slowly, shoulders shaking as he ground hard into her. "Gods. I won't. Hurt you?"

"No, sweetheart."

"Or the baby?"

"No, love. She's fine."

"How long do you think we have, until Harry comes to 'rescue' us?" A drop of sweat fell from his brow onto her shoulder as he pumped into her faster.

"At least thirty minutes."

"Merlin. Are you. This. Oh." He thrust hard into her, forgetting to speak, forgetting to breath as she rose up to meet him and gasped beneath him.

"I. Fucking. Love. Hormones," she gasped as she came apart, clenching and squeezing around him, sending him over the edge as well.

"Oh?"

"Oh."

"So. I thought you couldn't shift? With the baby?"

"Big shifts, no. That was…not a big shift."

"Sneak. ...You were really. You didn't. Then?" He collapsed beside her, panting.

"What? Oh!" She giggled. "No, love. The first time was really real."

"It'd better have been." The growl was back. "So. Twenty-five minutes?"

"Maybe."

"Do we have time to play it out again? Or are you too tired?"

She smiled and kissed him gently. "I'm up for it if you are."

"I will bloody well get up for it. Where's my wand?"

--

Harry was early.

Next year, they were definitely setting a longer time limit, realism be damned.