Nursery decorating leads to Baby Making
Characters: Grant Page and Hestia Carrow
Rating: NC17
Summary: Making their baby
Hestia was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the empty nursery surrounded by fabric sample books, paint sample books, wallpaper books, and catalogues of furniture. She wanted to pick things that everyone liked, not just that she liked. It was important to her that no one feel left out. Stretching out on her stomach, she propped her chin in her hand and began flipping through the first wallpaper book.
Coming home late from work, Grant Floo'd into the entrance of Plas Cilybebyll and headed straight upstairs to the master suite, frowning when he remembered that Matt and Flora had made plans to go out for dinner with his station manager for the evening. Seeing that Hestia wasn't there his frown deepened. As he changed out of his work clothes he wondered whether they'd taken her along and felt oddly alone.
It wasn't until he heard humming through the connected door to the nursery that he thought to pop his head in and found Hestia. "I was worried you'd left me too," he said with a crooked smile as he joined her on the floor. "I'm sorry I was late, dearest."
She looked up and her eyes widened. "I am so sorry! I didn't even feel the wards shift or I'd have come to find you. Work runs over sometimes, nothing to be sorry about, darling."
Grant leaned across the book and kissed her gently, lifting his hand to her face. "I've learnt to be very stealthy," he replied with a wink. "Well, and the fact that Flora said once the house recognized that Matty and I belonged here it wouldn't be much different than if you or she got home."
"Very true," she murmured against his mouth. "I was lost in planning but I'm glad you're here."
Grant smiled happily, kissing her once more quickly before backing up enough to see her face. He liked belonging there with her. "How far in the planning have you gotten, Hes? Can I help?"
"Of course you can, I'm just looking through the books and trying to get ideas. I'd love for you to help."
"I can't promise I'll be very useful," he warned, pulling a book from her stack and leafing through it before grinning wickedly. "But I'm very good at following direction. Do you think you could see about telling me what to do, love?"
"I was thinking bright, cheery colours that would work for boys or girls." She shifted around the books until she found the one she was looking for. "This talked about bright red, white, and black being good for babies. I was thinking all jewel tones though. What do you think?"
Grant thought about it for a moment and then nodded, smiling a bit bashfully. "Jewel. In my almost negligible experience with colour, I've been made aware than bright colours are supposed to make you happy. I want our babies very happy."
"They will be." She grinned, kissing him lightly. "How could they not be with us as parents."
"Matty and I were just talking about how we'd be lucky if our children looked like their mothers," Grant chuckled against her mouth.
"He's not upset is he?" she asked worriedly, biting her bottom lip.
"Not at all, Hestia. Why would you think that?" he asked, softly rubbing his thumb on her cheek. "He loves you. We both do."
"I just don't want to be too selfish and make anyone else sad or upset in the process."
Grant frowned. "Did he say something to you that made you think he didn't approve?" He was going to knock Matt's block off if he had - especially after their discussion on the very subject.
She shook her head. "Flora and I talked and she was happy for us, just made it clear she isn't ready to have babies yet. So I wondered if Matt felt the same."
There was a bit of a pause. He could tell that the others' opinions mattered a great deal to her. Perhaps he was the selfish one. Clearing his throat, Grant explained what Matt had said while they were out biking the best way he knew how. "Matt wants us to be happy because we are a family - the four of us - but he realizes that just because he's not ready for children yet doesn't mean that we have to wait. Though if you're feeling nervous or anxious about it and would rather..."
He didn't want to finish that sentence because he really didn't want to wait. Hell, the first thing that had run through his mind when he'd found her in the nursery was that he wanted to strip her clothes off with his teeth and try to conceive their child right there.
She laid her hand on his cheek. "I don't want to wait at all. I want your baby now, no waiting or worrying. If you say he is okay with it then I believe you."
Grant nodded slowly. It was surprising how relieved he was at her words. "I've known Matt more than half of my life. I believe him, Hes."
"Did I make you sad?"
"Never, dearest. Loving you has made me happier than I've ever been in my life," Grant answered with a soft smile, tugging her into his lap so he could hold her.
Wrapping her arms around him, Hestia smiled slowly. "Wanna try our hand at the making a baby thing, darling?"
"I think we'll be very good at it, love," Grant answered, his smirk returning easily. "I've done research."
Grinning, she shifted in his lap. "Oh have you now? What sort of research?"
He didn't even look bashful when he explained various sex positions that according to the half dozen books he'd read would make conception easier. Pressing soft kisses down her neck, he added, "I was a Ravenclaw, dearest. I'm sure you didn't expect anything less from me. Though you know what was most interesting?" He waited until she breathily made a noise that sounded very much like a curious but happy sigh. "Every book I could find pointed out that the most important thing is not stressing. It is far better to conceive our child out of love and because and can't get enough of one another than because it's a chore. Stressing about temperatures and pH levels rarely help and take all of the fun out of making love and making babies.
"With your mouth on my neck like that, I can assure you that I'm not stressing at all." She tipped her head to encourage him. "It makes me very happy to know you researched this."
"Just wait until I tell you all the fun things I've read about for once you're already pregnant, love" he murmured against her skin, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt and across her soft back.
"Show me?" she murmured, arching into his touch. "Make love to me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Grant replied, pulling back to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down to nibble and suck her hardened nipple through the black lace of her bra.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, hand sliding into his hair, the other sliding up to fiddle with the buttons of his black shirt. "I love touching you," she said softly, "and you touching me. You're overdressed."
"Are we going to do this here?" he grinned, his grip on her arse tightening as he rocked his hips against her. He shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him.
"I don't mind if you don't." She slid her hand down his chest, pausing with her fingers hovering just above the button of his jeans.
"It only means I get to have you again and again until we make it back to our bed," he answered cheekily, more than happy to let her continue touching him the way she was.
"Oh of course." She gently pushed him back on the carpet, straddling his hips and grinning wickedly, making quick work of the button and zip of his jeans. She kissed him lightly before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. "Over and over again."
Entirely on instinct, Grant slid his hands in her long dark hair, groaning out loud when she slipped his jeans down his hips.
Grinning, Hestia nipped at his hip bump, just above the waistband of his pants before sliding down his legs, pulling his jeans all the way off, leaving him clad in nothing but his pants. She winked. "I could enjoy the view for a bit, I'm damn lucky to have you."
Grant slid to sitting, catching her before she could climb back on his lap and setting her to stand in front of him. With a tug or two he had her out of her too short shorts, and he was favoured with his favourite view. "Fuck, Hes, I'm the lucky one," he whispered, moving to tug the matching black lace down her hips with his teeth.
"Are you now?" She smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently. "Show me? Make us both very, very lucky?"
He kissed her back and rolled back on the floor and pulling her down on top of him before gently turning them so she was on her back. He kissed her as he let his fingers move down her creamy skin, grinning as she gasped when he slid himself into the heat between her legs. "Is this what you wanted, Hes? Does it feel good?"
"It is, it does." Hestia lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist loosely. "It feels so good, Grant."
He leaned down and kissed her languidly, sliding his hips back and forth slowly. "So, good," he murmured against her mouth.
Hestia kissed him back, sighing happily, the slow, steady pace perfectly fitting the mood- as if they were alone in the world and had all the time in the world to show one another just how much they loved each other.
His mouth moved to her neck. He relished in the little sounds she was making as they moved in perfect sync. Intense pressure started to build and build at the base of his spine and he couldn't hold in his pleasured moans. "Oh Fuck, Hes! You're amazing," he groaned aloud.
Sliding her hands up Grant's arms, echoing the sentiment- if a bit incoherently. "So close," she murmured.
Managing to hold off long enough to feel her clench around him, Grant felt himself let go right along with her, speeding his thrusts in a near frenzied rhythm as he heard her calling out in pure bliss.
Hestia held Grant close as they both slowly recovered. Her voice was scratchy when she whispered, "Love you."
"Love you so much," he answered, kissing her again slowly as he lifted a hand to cup her face. "And I'm going to love making babies with you."
She grinned wickedly, leaning her face into his hand, kissing him back gently. "We should try the window seat in here next. Then we can nap right there before trying out the wall and the bedroom floor and..."
"You have the best ideas, Hestia Carrow," he murmured, a quiet and content smile spreading across his face.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Making their baby
Hestia was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the empty nursery surrounded by fabric sample books, paint sample books, wallpaper books, and catalogues of furniture. She wanted to pick things that everyone liked, not just that she liked. It was important to her that no one feel left out. Stretching out on her stomach, she propped her chin in her hand and began flipping through the first wallpaper book.
Coming home late from work, Grant Floo'd into the entrance of Plas Cilybebyll and headed straight upstairs to the master suite, frowning when he remembered that Matt and Flora had made plans to go out for dinner with his station manager for the evening. Seeing that Hestia wasn't there his frown deepened. As he changed out of his work clothes he wondered whether they'd taken her along and felt oddly alone.
It wasn't until he heard humming through the connected door to the nursery that he thought to pop his head in and found Hestia. "I was worried you'd left me too," he said with a crooked smile as he joined her on the floor. "I'm sorry I was late, dearest."
She looked up and her eyes widened. "I am so sorry! I didn't even feel the wards shift or I'd have come to find you. Work runs over sometimes, nothing to be sorry about, darling."
Grant leaned across the book and kissed her gently, lifting his hand to her face. "I've learnt to be very stealthy," he replied with a wink. "Well, and the fact that Flora said once the house recognized that Matty and I belonged here it wouldn't be much different than if you or she got home."
"Very true," she murmured against his mouth. "I was lost in planning but I'm glad you're here."
Grant smiled happily, kissing her once more quickly before backing up enough to see her face. He liked belonging there with her. "How far in the planning have you gotten, Hes? Can I help?"
"Of course you can, I'm just looking through the books and trying to get ideas. I'd love for you to help."
"I can't promise I'll be very useful," he warned, pulling a book from her stack and leafing through it before grinning wickedly. "But I'm very good at following direction. Do you think you could see about telling me what to do, love?"
"I was thinking bright, cheery colours that would work for boys or girls." She shifted around the books until she found the one she was looking for. "This talked about bright red, white, and black being good for babies. I was thinking all jewel tones though. What do you think?"
Grant thought about it for a moment and then nodded, smiling a bit bashfully. "Jewel. In my almost negligible experience with colour, I've been made aware than bright colours are supposed to make you happy. I want our babies very happy."
"They will be." She grinned, kissing him lightly. "How could they not be with us as parents."
"Matty and I were just talking about how we'd be lucky if our children looked like their mothers," Grant chuckled against her mouth.
"He's not upset is he?" she asked worriedly, biting her bottom lip.
"Not at all, Hestia. Why would you think that?" he asked, softly rubbing his thumb on her cheek. "He loves you. We both do."
"I just don't want to be too selfish and make anyone else sad or upset in the process."
Grant frowned. "Did he say something to you that made you think he didn't approve?" He was going to knock Matt's block off if he had - especially after their discussion on the very subject.
She shook her head. "Flora and I talked and she was happy for us, just made it clear she isn't ready to have babies yet. So I wondered if Matt felt the same."
There was a bit of a pause. He could tell that the others' opinions mattered a great deal to her. Perhaps he was the selfish one. Clearing his throat, Grant explained what Matt had said while they were out biking the best way he knew how. "Matt wants us to be happy because we are a family - the four of us - but he realizes that just because he's not ready for children yet doesn't mean that we have to wait. Though if you're feeling nervous or anxious about it and would rather..."
He didn't want to finish that sentence because he really didn't want to wait. Hell, the first thing that had run through his mind when he'd found her in the nursery was that he wanted to strip her clothes off with his teeth and try to conceive their child right there.
She laid her hand on his cheek. "I don't want to wait at all. I want your baby now, no waiting or worrying. If you say he is okay with it then I believe you."
Grant nodded slowly. It was surprising how relieved he was at her words. "I've known Matt more than half of my life. I believe him, Hes."
"Did I make you sad?"
"Never, dearest. Loving you has made me happier than I've ever been in my life," Grant answered with a soft smile, tugging her into his lap so he could hold her.
Wrapping her arms around him, Hestia smiled slowly. "Wanna try our hand at the making a baby thing, darling?"
"I think we'll be very good at it, love," Grant answered, his smirk returning easily. "I've done research."
Grinning, she shifted in his lap. "Oh have you now? What sort of research?"
He didn't even look bashful when he explained various sex positions that according to the half dozen books he'd read would make conception easier. Pressing soft kisses down her neck, he added, "I was a Ravenclaw, dearest. I'm sure you didn't expect anything less from me. Though you know what was most interesting?" He waited until she breathily made a noise that sounded very much like a curious but happy sigh. "Every book I could find pointed out that the most important thing is not stressing. It is far better to conceive our child out of love and because and can't get enough of one another than because it's a chore. Stressing about temperatures and pH levels rarely help and take all of the fun out of making love and making babies.
"With your mouth on my neck like that, I can assure you that I'm not stressing at all." She tipped her head to encourage him. "It makes me very happy to know you researched this."
"Just wait until I tell you all the fun things I've read about for once you're already pregnant, love" he murmured against her skin, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt and across her soft back.
"Show me?" she murmured, arching into his touch. "Make love to me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Grant replied, pulling back to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down to nibble and suck her hardened nipple through the black lace of her bra.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, hand sliding into his hair, the other sliding up to fiddle with the buttons of his black shirt. "I love touching you," she said softly, "and you touching me. You're overdressed."
"Are we going to do this here?" he grinned, his grip on her arse tightening as he rocked his hips against her. He shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him.
"I don't mind if you don't." She slid her hand down his chest, pausing with her fingers hovering just above the button of his jeans.
"It only means I get to have you again and again until we make it back to our bed," he answered cheekily, more than happy to let her continue touching him the way she was.
"Oh of course." She gently pushed him back on the carpet, straddling his hips and grinning wickedly, making quick work of the button and zip of his jeans. She kissed him lightly before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. "Over and over again."
Entirely on instinct, Grant slid his hands in her long dark hair, groaning out loud when she slipped his jeans down his hips.
Grinning, Hestia nipped at his hip bump, just above the waistband of his pants before sliding down his legs, pulling his jeans all the way off, leaving him clad in nothing but his pants. She winked. "I could enjoy the view for a bit, I'm damn lucky to have you."
Grant slid to sitting, catching her before she could climb back on his lap and setting her to stand in front of him. With a tug or two he had her out of her too short shorts, and he was favoured with his favourite view. "Fuck, Hes, I'm the lucky one," he whispered, moving to tug the matching black lace down her hips with his teeth.
"Are you now?" She smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently. "Show me? Make us both very, very lucky?"
He kissed her back and rolled back on the floor and pulling her down on top of him before gently turning them so she was on her back. He kissed her as he let his fingers move down her creamy skin, grinning as she gasped when he slid himself into the heat between her legs. "Is this what you wanted, Hes? Does it feel good?"
"It is, it does." Hestia lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist loosely. "It feels so good, Grant."
He leaned down and kissed her languidly, sliding his hips back and forth slowly. "So, good," he murmured against her mouth.
Hestia kissed him back, sighing happily, the slow, steady pace perfectly fitting the mood- as if they were alone in the world and had all the time in the world to show one another just how much they loved each other.
His mouth moved to her neck. He relished in the little sounds she was making as they moved in perfect sync. Intense pressure started to build and build at the base of his spine and he couldn't hold in his pleasured moans. "Oh Fuck, Hes! You're amazing," he groaned aloud.
Sliding her hands up Grant's arms, echoing the sentiment- if a bit incoherently. "So close," she murmured.
Managing to hold off long enough to feel her clench around him, Grant felt himself let go right along with her, speeding his thrusts in a near frenzied rhythm as he heard her calling out in pure bliss.
Hestia held Grant close as they both slowly recovered. Her voice was scratchy when she whispered, "Love you."
"Love you so much," he answered, kissing her again slowly as he lifted a hand to cup her face. "And I'm going to love making babies with you."
She grinned wickedly, leaning her face into his hand, kissing him back gently. "We should try the window seat in here next. Then we can nap right there before trying out the wall and the bedroom floor and..."
"You have the best ideas, Hestia Carrow," he murmured, a quiet and content smile spreading across his face.