"This is only a test"

“How’m I doing so far?��? Tonks asked, rolling out her sleeping bag.
“Excuse me?��?
“The test, Mad-Eye. Am I doing alright?��?
Moody shrugged as he wrapped the kettle in a dishtowel to stow it back in his pack. “I’m not grading you.��?
“Yeah, but you know what they’re looking for. What do you figure?��?
“Hmm,��? he grumbled, “you haven’t botched things too badly yet.��?
“Thanks?��?
“Nah, you’re doing just fine. Probably better than they expected you too, though it doesn’t surprise me. Don’t go letting your guard down, though. Six hours to go, I’d wager there are some surprises still to come.��?
This was the final exam of Tonks’ second year of Auror training, a test of survival skills. They were on the grounds of a long-abandoned farm rigged with traps and periodically assailed by Aurors wielding live curses. It was Tonks’ job to get them through the night, Moody was there to follow her directions and get them out of the fire if she failed. On her command, they’d laid out their bedrolls in a pantry in the farmhouse, with a single entrance. She’d rigged the door shut with a piece of string tethered to the shelf above behind her head.
Her plan was to wait an hour or so, long enough for the monitoring Aurors to suspect they’d settled for the night, then break for the portkey at the exit point and, with luck, cover most of the interceding distance before they were discovered. Tonks liked this plan. It had a certain pleasing, if mild, deviousness. But now her pride at scheming it was losing its sparkle, and she was getting bored.
She watched Moody sloshing his hip flask before swigging and replacing the stopper. She was glad her was her partner for this mission, in fact had kept her fingers crossed that she’d be paired with him. He was more than a favourite instructor and more than a role model. She’d had long, more-or-less comfortable conversations with him about subjects she couldn’t bring up with any other teachers or even her few friends in the academy. She felt close to him, and safe, but this lately comfort felt less and less paternal. Sometimes she felt his eye on her when her back was turned and it made her shiver, and today when he patted her down for contraband items at the beginning of the exercise his rough hands had lingered just a little too long. And now here they were alone together, him taking out his oversized glass eye and shining it on his sleeve.
With an impish smile she crawled forwards on her hands, ducking a floating candle. She stopped a half a foot from his shoulder and perched on her heels, hands together between her knees. “Do you think they’re spying on us right now? The evaluators?��?
He looked around a bit with his magical eye, his head still while it rolled in place. “No means of monitoring this room that I can detect, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t. I doubt it, though.��?
“Good,��? she said, moving suddenly to straddle his crossed legs. “Not that I mind being watched, I just don’t want you to get in trouble.��?
“Trouble’s a mild phrasing. I’d lose my job, and my pension package. Probably face disciplinary proceedings. And you’d fail the test and have to retake the year, assuming they didn’t expel you outright.��?
“You seem awfully familiar with the situation. Happened before, has it?��?
“I read the small print. Get off my lap, you’re just a kid.��?
“Old enough to know what I want, and what wants me.��?
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.��?
“No? What was all that about, then?��? She picked up his slack hands and placed them on her ass, pressing the palms into her flesh. The only betrayal in his face that he was even aware of her action was the increased force and rapidity of his nostrils flaring when he breathed. “Feeling me up, before?��?
“Searching for materials that would compromise the safety or legality of the test. Get off.��?
“Not quite on command, more’s the pity.��?
“I’ve told you twice. If you don’t disentangle yourself from me in the very, very near future, I renounce all responsibility for my actions.��?
“Fair enough. So my materials are safe, then? That’s a bit disappointing. Couldn’t you have just looked through my clothes? It’s not like you never have before, dirty old man.��?
“Dirtier little tart for encouraging it.��?
Tonks tried not to grin while she blinked indignantly. “I never!��?
“The hell you didn’t. Wearing those baggy jumpers and loose robes, could’ve been hiding anything. You knew damned well I’d peek.��?
“You really are a lecher, aren’t you?��?
“Maybe smart, saucy little cunts just bring out the worst in me.��?
She made a show of exaggerated disgust. “No! Get your gnarled old hooves off me, you filthy goat, you’re could’ve babysat my parents!��? She tried to squirm loose but his hands tightened on her ass to hold her still.
“A less than convincing performance, Miss Tonks. Remember,��? the electric blue iris of his magical eye slid down to disappear below the lower lid, “I can see your underwear.��?
Her giggle switched to a yelp when he transitioned like lightning from stillness to motion, flipping her over and pinning her face down on his musty blanket. She exhaled steam and saw the wool fibres stirring as he pushed her legs apart with his good knee. “Besides,��? he growled in her ear, “like you said, I’m an old man. I’ve only got so many hard-ons left. It would be a shame to waste such a good one.��?
He ground himself against her ass, hard through the fabric of his trousers, pressing her hipbones into the floor with bruising force. She winced and bit her lip, drawing her hand under her shoulders and pushing away, up onto her hands and knees. She curled her spine, rubbing him back.
He wriggled a hand down the front of her robes and blouse, between her breasts, found the hard nub of a nipple and squeezed. The skin on his fingers and palms was like battered leather, coarse with scars and calluses. He brought the other hand up under her robe, working a finger under the waistband of her trousers, then wobbled and nearly fell forward onto her.
“Sorry,��? he said, “I’m having a bit of a balance problem.��?
“Balance problem?��?
“Wooden leg, remember? Kneeling like this is no good for it.��?
“Here,��? she laughed, “lie down.��?
Moody lay back on the slightly crumpled bedroll and watched Tonks undress. She wondered how many layers deeper his eye was seeing as she threw off her robes, unbuttoned her blouse and kicked her trousers off so they hung from one shin.
She moved to straddle him again, tugging his belt free of the buckle and pulling his pants down over his hips. He reached up to scratchily caress her upper arms as she reached down to stroke him. She was mildly surprised that his cock looked little different from any other she’d seen, despite being so much older. It was also unmarked by the scars that ravaged the rest of the body she’d seen, she speculated whether it were the only part and to what lengths he’d gone to protect it.
She leaned in to kiss him for the first time and his stubble scraped her chin and cheeks. He thrust his wet tongue into her mouth and she caught it in her teeth, tugging gently. When she released it he pulled his face away and panted. “Where’s my wand, I need to . . .��?
“Don’t worry,��? she said, holding him still and sliding down over him, “I’m on the Potion.��?
Moody groaned through gritted teeth and rolled his gray mane on the floor. “Oh, fuck me.��?
“I am,��? Tonks replied as she rocked up and forward, down and back.
“Smart-mouthed twat.��?
“Smart twat, too,��? she grinned, tightening her kegel muscle.
He gasped and caught her wrists, pinning them together in one hand. “Slowly, girl. Easy. It’s not a race.��? The hand not restraining hers trailed its hardened fingers down her belly with ticklish lightness, then slipped them between their bodies to massage her folds. She didn’t know whether it were some trick of his eye’s or just an unusual talent for reading the subtle cues of gasps and blushes but he very quickly deduced the formula of touch that drove her mad. He set to teasing her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with his fingers but never letting her quite to the edge.
In tantalized frustration she rode him harder, faster, goading him into giving her release, which he did, making her cry out once before collapsing limply against his shoulder. He continued to buck against her, thrusting deeply, until he came with a grunt, back muscles tensed.
He relaxed, shifting his softening cock out of her without displacing her resting head. She purred into his neck as he stroked her hair tenderly. When she started to doze off he nudged her, shook her shoulder until her eyes blinked open.
“Wake up, my girl. You’ve got an exam to ace.��?