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rarepair_shortsTitle: Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Pairing: Percy/Tonks
Challenge: The Number Game
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 772 words
Summary: George belts Percy at a most inopportune time
Author's Notes: Thanks to Yadi for the beta! Title taken from Smiths song of the same name
“You know, it’s sort of funny when you really think about it,” Tonks said from the foot of their bed. The bed that she’d promised Percy would be broken before the night was over. The bed that was only slightly rumpled and only one of them occupied right now. .
“It isn’t funny at all,” Percy growled angrily as he searched about what had once been a well organized flat for the floo powder. Both his mother and Tonks’ mother - or rather his new mother-in-law, mustn’t forget that - had come here before the wedding in order to “spruce things up a bit,” as his mother had said. What he hadn’t realized at the time of agreement was that during their “sprucing,” of what he had thought was his flat, - silly him - they would be moving everything around from its usual place to where they preferred it should be.
He’d found, whilst carrying Tonks, that his room had been converted into Teddy’s room. Then, when he had finally gotten Tonks to their new bedroom, he’d discovered a dust rag still polishing his door knob, which wasn’t all that bad, but it had been a bit embarrassing. Still, neither of those things compared to his current predicament:
“I can’t get my belt off! And if I can't get my belt of then we can't... can't... well, know.”
“Can’t make love,” Tonks supplied
“Exactly,” Percy said annoyed. He searched once more by the fireplace and this time noticed a jar he didn’t recognize. He quickly picked it up and took off the lid, revealing a wealth of green floo powder. Without hesitation he cast a blue bell flame in the fireplace with his wand and threw a pinch of floo powder onto the now roaring fire. “George Weasley!”
Less than thirty seconds later the all too innocent face of his younger brother appeared in the fire place, “Oh, hullo there Perce. Hey Millicent, it’s Percy,” George called over his shoulder, “Percy we just saw you an hour ago, what’re you doing still clothed. Nothing premature happened did it? I hear it happens to some blokes, but I believe this’d be a first for a Weasl-”
“What did you do to my belt,” Percy interrupted with barely controlled anger.
“Oh that, right,” George answered him thoughtfully. “Well you see, I sort of replaced your belt with a Weasley product I’ve been trying out. We don’t have a name yet. You don’t have any suggestions do you?”
“George,” Percy screamed, “You tell me how to get this belt off right this instant!”
“Right now, George Weasley,” a deep, foreboding voice said from behind George.
“Ah come on Milli, it’s just a few more minutes,” George pleaded, sounding every bit like a boy asking his mother if he can stay outside for just a while longer.
“No! Andrea’s calling for her father and you can’t spend all night teasing your brother. Give him the solution to the puzzle-“
“Product,” George interrupted.
“-the puzzle,” Millicent ground out, “and go see your daughter.”
“She was so much more fun before we were married,” George muttered to himself. “Alright Percy, the trick is that the belt has to be taken off from behind. Tonks, I’m assuming you’ll be having that honor?”
“Too right George,” Tonks laughed as she hopped off the bed and tripped over the hem of her wedding dress, falling into Percy’s lap as a result.
“Ahh, young love,” George said wistfully as he left the fireplace.
“Are you alright Tonks?” Percy asked as helped his bride up.
“Yeah, fine,” Tonks answered him, though the blush on her cheeks did little to hide her embarrassment.
“Good,” Percy whispered, suddenly realizing just how close they were at this moment.
“Suppose we should see about getting that belt off then,” Tonks said, her voice wavering just a bit.
“Yes, I suppose we should,” Percy said as he leaned in and kissed his bride, no longer really caring all that much about the belt.
“You know you don’t have to completely disrobe,” Tonks suggested as Percy made his way down her neck with his kisses, “I mean there are other ways around that.”
Percy paused in mid-kiss, seemingly thinking it over, “I hadn’t thought of that before.”
“Just an idea, continue on,” Tonks said, as she gave Percy a quick kiss on the lips and then guided Percy’s head back to her neck.
Pairing: Percy/Tonks
Challenge: The Number Game
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 772 words
Summary: George belts Percy at a most inopportune time
Author's Notes: Thanks to Yadi for the beta! Title taken from Smiths song of the same name
“You know, it’s sort of funny when you really think about it,” Tonks said from the foot of their bed. The bed that she’d promised Percy would be broken before the night was over. The bed that was only slightly rumpled and only one of them occupied right now. .
“It isn’t funny at all,” Percy growled angrily as he searched about what had once been a well organized flat for the floo powder. Both his mother and Tonks’ mother - or rather his new mother-in-law, mustn’t forget that - had come here before the wedding in order to “spruce things up a bit,” as his mother had said. What he hadn’t realized at the time of agreement was that during their “sprucing,” of what he had thought was his flat, - silly him - they would be moving everything around from its usual place to where they preferred it should be.
He’d found, whilst carrying Tonks, that his room had been converted into Teddy’s room. Then, when he had finally gotten Tonks to their new bedroom, he’d discovered a dust rag still polishing his door knob, which wasn’t all that bad, but it had been a bit embarrassing. Still, neither of those things compared to his current predicament:
“I can’t get my belt off! And if I can't get my belt of then we can't... can't... well, know.”
“Can’t make love,” Tonks supplied
“Exactly,” Percy said annoyed. He searched once more by the fireplace and this time noticed a jar he didn’t recognize. He quickly picked it up and took off the lid, revealing a wealth of green floo powder. Without hesitation he cast a blue bell flame in the fireplace with his wand and threw a pinch of floo powder onto the now roaring fire. “George Weasley!”
Less than thirty seconds later the all too innocent face of his younger brother appeared in the fire place, “Oh, hullo there Perce. Hey Millicent, it’s Percy,” George called over his shoulder, “Percy we just saw you an hour ago, what’re you doing still clothed. Nothing premature happened did it? I hear it happens to some blokes, but I believe this’d be a first for a Weasl-”
“What did you do to my belt,” Percy interrupted with barely controlled anger.
“Oh that, right,” George answered him thoughtfully. “Well you see, I sort of replaced your belt with a Weasley product I’ve been trying out. We don’t have a name yet. You don’t have any suggestions do you?”
“George,” Percy screamed, “You tell me how to get this belt off right this instant!”
“Right now, George Weasley,” a deep, foreboding voice said from behind George.
“Ah come on Milli, it’s just a few more minutes,” George pleaded, sounding every bit like a boy asking his mother if he can stay outside for just a while longer.
“No! Andrea’s calling for her father and you can’t spend all night teasing your brother. Give him the solution to the puzzle-“
“Product,” George interrupted.
“-the puzzle,” Millicent ground out, “and go see your daughter.”
“She was so much more fun before we were married,” George muttered to himself. “Alright Percy, the trick is that the belt has to be taken off from behind. Tonks, I’m assuming you’ll be having that honor?”
“Too right George,” Tonks laughed as she hopped off the bed and tripped over the hem of her wedding dress, falling into Percy’s lap as a result.
“Ahh, young love,” George said wistfully as he left the fireplace.
“Are you alright Tonks?” Percy asked as helped his bride up.
“Yeah, fine,” Tonks answered him, though the blush on her cheeks did little to hide her embarrassment.
“Good,” Percy whispered, suddenly realizing just how close they were at this moment.
“Suppose we should see about getting that belt off then,” Tonks said, her voice wavering just a bit.
“Yes, I suppose we should,” Percy said as he leaned in and kissed his bride, no longer really caring all that much about the belt.
“You know you don’t have to completely disrobe,” Tonks suggested as Percy made his way down her neck with his kisses, “I mean there are other ways around that.”
Percy paused in mid-kiss, seemingly thinking it over, “I hadn’t thought of that before.”
“Just an idea, continue on,” Tonks said, as she gave Percy a quick kiss on the lips and then guided Percy’s head back to her neck.
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