Smutathon Entry 13: Doucement (Charlie/Fleur)
Title: Doucement
Pairing: Charlie/Fleur
A/N: Bill isn’t the only hot Weasley.
Smut:
“You want me to what!” Charlie spluttered.
“You heard,” Bill replied. “And... uh... keep your voice down.”
“But... but she’s your wife!”
“Yeah, I think I know that and I wouldn’t have said anything, but I have to go to Egypt or else I’ll get sacked.” Bill took a slow gulp of his drink and fixed Charlie with a steady gaze. “You’re the only person I can ask. The only one I can trust. Or else...”
“Else what?”
Bill laughed. “There was this embarrassing incident with Perce when he dropped around.”
Charlie thought for a while. “Can’t she just lock herself away for the night?”
Bill shook his head. “Tried that once. It’s a bit like when Remus used to lock himself away.”
“But -”Charlie tailed off.
“Please,” Bill implored.
***
He watched Bill leave from the window, watched as Fleur kissed him, and then with head bowed, she walked back to the house. Opening the door, she headed straight for the kitchen, returning with a tea tray and biscuits, not quite meeting his eyes.
“So... um...” Charlie started, then flushed. “How does this work?” he faltered. “I mean... what do you want me to... do?”
“You’ll see,” she said, and this time she looked at him. “Zis is very good of you.”
“Think nothing of it,” he muttered, trying to sound casual as if being asked to fuck his brother’s wife was entirely normal. “Do we start now?”
“Non. Not yet,” she replied.
The time came later, when dusk was settling upon Shell Cottage. Charlie had settled himself down with a Quidditch magazine and was just starting to think that this was all a big joke, when Fleur entered the room. Glancing up at her, he did a double take. Fleur looked beautiful. Of course, she was always beautiful, but at that moment, she looked ethereal. They stared at each other, and then she sank onto the sofa next to him.
Fleur trailed her hand across his face, and then leant over and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were soft, tender, enticing, her tongue skimming his upper lip. Feeling her hand start to snake downwards, he closed his eyes, drowning in the sensations shuddering through him when her fingers mazed a trail up his thigh.
“Good,” she said, her hand grasping his already hard cock. “You are ready.”
She moved her hand up and down, up and down, all the while dropping soft kisses onto his lips, his cheeks, his neck as she worked him.
“Oh Merlin,” he gasped.
Fleur laughed. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pushed up his robes and started to suck. Her tongue rippled down the length of his cock, her lips sliding over him. All he could feel was her mouth; all he could hear was the roaring in his head, and his own cries. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He came, suddenly, jerking against her hand, the exquisite agony rendering him incoherent. “You got nothing from that,” he muttered, at last, puzzled by the act. “Bill said ...”
“Zat was for starters,” she whispered, and slowly stood up. “You will need to last longer next time.”
“I can’t,” he protested. “Not so soon.”
A predatory smile played on her lips. Her hand reached up to the halter tie around her neck; she released the dress, letting it fall to the ground, and faced him. “You will.”
He felt helpless, knowing he was going to fail her, but Fleur sat back on the sofa and, grabbing his hand, she moved his fingers across her breasts and began to moan.
He edged forwards, leaning over her. He could smell her now, the scent of her arousal more potent than any image. Without her prompting, he buried his face in the smooth skin of her stomach, and licked a trail downwards. She was dripping when he reached her. Her white blonde hair glistening with sweat and desire as she arched into his mouth, holding him firmly in place with her hands. And then, just before she came, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
He started to buck. Bill had said she liked it hot and hard, and although he didn’t want this ever to end, there was only one endgame.
“Not yet,” she breathed, and lowered her hands to his hips to stop him moving. “Doucement, Charlie, doucement. I need it slow. I want to feel you inside me.”
With infinitesimal tenderness, she raised herself up and slid down his cock, delighting in their shared pleasure as he stopped moving and gave himself up to her desires.
And when it was over, when she permitted him to come, he held her in his arms, his body hot and sweaty, whilst hers was cool.
Pairing: Charlie/Fleur
A/N: Bill isn’t the only hot Weasley.
Smut:
“You want me to what!” Charlie spluttered.
“You heard,” Bill replied. “And... uh... keep your voice down.”
“But... but she’s your wife!”
“Yeah, I think I know that and I wouldn’t have said anything, but I have to go to Egypt or else I’ll get sacked.” Bill took a slow gulp of his drink and fixed Charlie with a steady gaze. “You’re the only person I can ask. The only one I can trust. Or else...”
“Else what?”
Bill laughed. “There was this embarrassing incident with Perce when he dropped around.”
Charlie thought for a while. “Can’t she just lock herself away for the night?”
Bill shook his head. “Tried that once. It’s a bit like when Remus used to lock himself away.”
“But -”Charlie tailed off.
“Please,” Bill implored.
***
He watched Bill leave from the window, watched as Fleur kissed him, and then with head bowed, she walked back to the house. Opening the door, she headed straight for the kitchen, returning with a tea tray and biscuits, not quite meeting his eyes.
“So... um...” Charlie started, then flushed. “How does this work?” he faltered. “I mean... what do you want me to... do?”
“You’ll see,” she said, and this time she looked at him. “Zis is very good of you.”
“Think nothing of it,” he muttered, trying to sound casual as if being asked to fuck his brother’s wife was entirely normal. “Do we start now?”
“Non. Not yet,” she replied.
The time came later, when dusk was settling upon Shell Cottage. Charlie had settled himself down with a Quidditch magazine and was just starting to think that this was all a big joke, when Fleur entered the room. Glancing up at her, he did a double take. Fleur looked beautiful. Of course, she was always beautiful, but at that moment, she looked ethereal. They stared at each other, and then she sank onto the sofa next to him.
Fleur trailed her hand across his face, and then leant over and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were soft, tender, enticing, her tongue skimming his upper lip. Feeling her hand start to snake downwards, he closed his eyes, drowning in the sensations shuddering through him when her fingers mazed a trail up his thigh.
“Good,” she said, her hand grasping his already hard cock. “You are ready.”
She moved her hand up and down, up and down, all the while dropping soft kisses onto his lips, his cheeks, his neck as she worked him.
“Oh Merlin,” he gasped.
Fleur laughed. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pushed up his robes and started to suck. Her tongue rippled down the length of his cock, her lips sliding over him. All he could feel was her mouth; all he could hear was the roaring in his head, and his own cries. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He came, suddenly, jerking against her hand, the exquisite agony rendering him incoherent. “You got nothing from that,” he muttered, at last, puzzled by the act. “Bill said ...”
“Zat was for starters,” she whispered, and slowly stood up. “You will need to last longer next time.”
“I can’t,” he protested. “Not so soon.”
A predatory smile played on her lips. Her hand reached up to the halter tie around her neck; she released the dress, letting it fall to the ground, and faced him. “You will.”
He felt helpless, knowing he was going to fail her, but Fleur sat back on the sofa and, grabbing his hand, she moved his fingers across her breasts and began to moan.
He edged forwards, leaning over her. He could smell her now, the scent of her arousal more potent than any image. Without her prompting, he buried his face in the smooth skin of her stomach, and licked a trail downwards. She was dripping when he reached her. Her white blonde hair glistening with sweat and desire as she arched into his mouth, holding him firmly in place with her hands. And then, just before she came, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
He started to buck. Bill had said she liked it hot and hard, and although he didn’t want this ever to end, there was only one endgame.
“Not yet,” she breathed, and lowered her hands to his hips to stop him moving. “Doucement, Charlie, doucement. I need it slow. I want to feel you inside me.”
With infinitesimal tenderness, she raised herself up and slid down his cock, delighting in their shared pleasure as he stopped moving and gave himself up to her desires.
And when it was over, when she permitted him to come, he held her in his arms, his body hot and sweaty, whilst hers was cool.