RP: By the Sea

[bth_billweasley]

Title: By the Sea
Date: August 6th, 1998
Time of Day: 8:47pm
Characters: Bill Weasley, Fleur Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Status: Private
Brief Summary: Bill and Fleur have a relaxing evening
Completion: Complete
Warnings: Adult Situations

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[bth_fleurw]

She knew how much his work at Gringotts wearied him now, and that was why she scheduled to take Mondays off and only work part-time instead of full-time. They had a life together now, Fleur and Bill, away from war and their families. Now, after nearly a year of marriage, she was finally allowed to be a wife...to take care of her home and her husband and though she missed him terribly this day away from him, it allowed her to work on her heart's desire...to make him happy. So after being a housewife on this, her favorite day of the week, she was going to surprise Bill with a picnic in bed, which would start with Melon and Ham Gondolas, and of course, Champagne would be the beverage of choice

[bth_billweasley]

Bill grinned at his wife and returned her kiss before taking a sip of the champagne. "I missed you too, love." He slipped a hand around her silk clad waist and drew her even nearer. Indeed, it seemed whenever he had a long, or trying day, Fleur seemed to sense it before he ever said a word. She took the flute from his hand slowly and turned to set it on the night stand before she reached out to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged it off and watched her fold it and lay it on the wardrobe. She then took his hand and led him to the bed

[bth_fleurw]

Fleur enjoyed the simple and extremely erotic act of feeding her husband. As she knelt beside him she urged him to stretch his body, his legs languidly across the bed. Then with a swish of her wand she carefully summoned two bowls of Marinated Cherry Tomato Salad made from tomatoes she had gathered from their own little garden beside the cottage. It was quite a suggestive looking salad of which she was extremely proud. Bill needed to sit up for this course of the meal and Fleur fluffed a pillow to make him more comfortable

[bth_billweasley]

Bill looked up at Fleur, chewing thoughtfully before he swallowed and reached out to touched the end of her hair, the silky strands slipping gracefully through his fingers.

"I'm happy, Fleur," he said after a moment's pause. "All I have to do is come home to you. I had a shite day today, but you know what, the minute I saw you, I couldn't remember why." Bill lifted his hand and placed his palm against her flawless cheek, watching her settle into his touch. Her skin was as silky as her hair, her pale eyes enrapturing his. She gave him a small smile and he ran the pad of his thumb over her curved pink lips.

"I don't want you to worry for me," Bill continued. "I haven't yet run into a curse I couldn't best. Besides, having a job I've grown to despise is more distracting to me. I think I would feel guilty if a job I loved took my mind off of my family...when I'm loathing being in that bloody bank, at least I'm feeling as miserable as they are."

[bth_fleurw]

She disagreed, in silence; instead opting to stare down at the floral pattern of the comforter of the bed they shared. She closed her eyes against the thought of the horror and shock she would encounter if she walked over to the Burrow and screamed from the topmost open window for the Weasley family to move on and be happy. She was convinced it would be what Fred would want of all of them

[bth_billweasley]

His eyes closed at the feel of her lips against his shoulder and he turned, inhaling the flowery scent of her hair. Surely she knew that the slightest touch drove him mad.

"It'll pass, Fleur," Bill assured her, lifting his hand behind the blonde curtain of her hair to the nape of her neck. He shifted his head and placed ardent kisses along her jaw, suddenly forgetting about his appetite. "I can't turn my back on my family when they need me."

He found her lips and poured the weariness of his day into his kiss. She was soft and real, and she needed him just as badly as he needed her. "You're stronger than you think," he said once he reluctantly pulled away. His fingers slipped under the strap of her night dress, caressing her pale flesh before he slid it down her arm. "And I'll never let you break, love," Bill said, lifting his gaze to hers.

[bth_fleurw]

She took their nearly empty bowls and placed them on the nightstand.

"I have another two courses, roast beef sandwiches, rare," she whispered with a smile into his kiss, pushing her tongue past his lips. "Ze market does not make it correctly for you so I must cook it myself." She nipped playfully at his bottom lip before pushing him onto his back across the pillows. Sitting up across his lap she straddled him and stared down into his hungry eyes before making a show of completely slipping the straps of the slight gown over her shoulders.

"Zen we will have dessert," she cooed as she crossed her arms over her bosom to keep the top of the gown in place, "Or would you like dessert before ze meal." She slowly rolled her hips down into his groin.

[bth_billweasley]

Bill swallowed hard, his hands reaching up to her hips where his fingers clutched at the thin material of her gown. He was unbearably hard and struggling to resist the urge to tear the offending material covering her body from her body. He was too enthralled by her subtle showing of skin to even move

[bth_fleurw]

Cradling his head in her hands, she watched as his lips traveled the map of her body, stopping at her peaked nipples before he laved and latched onto each in turn.

"Mon Dieu," she moaned, "I love your mouth upon me." With a gasp she arched up to him, offering more of herself. "Oh God, your mouth." Her fingers involuntarily clenched in the strands of his radiant hair as she shivered beneath his attentions.

The flow of gossamer cloth pooled at her waist as she scrabbled to gather more of it to the tops of her legs, giving her husband purchase to the rewards of his handiwork. Fleur wriggled desperately, searching blindly for the belt of his trousers. "I cannot reach, reach far enough," she groaned, "S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît!" she begged. "Need you...want, Dieu d'oh!" She bent her knees to form a perfect frame around his straining hardness.

"Strawberries!" she squealed, in a whine of desperation as their eyes met, "Strawberries for dessert!"