The Date
Clare ruffled her fingers through still-wet hair, sniffing appreciatively as the smell of the lasagne filled Bill's flat. She hoped she and Charlie had the timing right, or she was gonna be sitting around for a while. She padded into the living and set about lighting some candles. She was dressed in a long back skirt, slit up to mid thigh, a soft silk red sweather clinging in all the right places. She'd wanted to look just right.
Bill was going to kill Charlie when he saw him next. He still wanted to know why the hell he'd been stuffed into semi-decent robes as opposed to the working clothes of twenty minutes ago. And made to shower somewhere that wasn't home. The dark, blood red robes trimmed with black swished about him as he absent-mindedly opened the door ... to the smell of cooking.
"What ... oh, Merlin!" Clare ... so beautiful. He stopped dead, one foot out of the door.
Clare whirled around she she heard the exclamation, skirt twirling then settling around her ankles again. The match burned in her fingers as she took Bill in. She hadn't ever seen him in his "dress" robes before. He looked ... amazing. Regal, almost. Suddenly she felt nervous.
"Hey, " she said softly
"Have I ever mentioned that you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
His voice was hushed, soft and almost amazed. It still hadn't settled into his head that Clare was ... his. It felt like a dream, standing there, half out of the door and just gazing at her as if taking his eyes of off her would deprive him of oxygen when it was very much the opposite. If he didn't stop looking at her he was going to drop to his knees.
Her gaze kept traveling up and down his form, taking him in. She blushed when he complimented her. She still wasn't ... she didn't see herself as beautiful, just normal. Now he, on the other hand. She shook her head, trying to corral her thoughts. She got some help, suddenly, when the match burned down to her fingers.
"Ow! Damn!" She dropped the match, sucking her finger into her mouth. Around her fingers, she said, "Ermmm ... you coming in or um, fleeing?"
He was in the door in seconds, snatching her burnt fingers into his grasp ... the baby blue of his eyes caught the candle light and Clare's hair sparkled in it.
"You should be more careful."
He kissed her fingertips very softly and suddenly he didn't want to stop touching her skin. It was a trance almost, his eyes trailing across her face and her neck.
"You should also be less sneaky," he added with an amused tone. Mind you ... no other girlfriend had gone to this trouble before.
When Bill took her fingers, she shivered, despite what she knew was a sudden flush to her cheeks.
"I'm fine, it .. was more of a surprise." His eyes reflected the soft glow of the candles, seeming to almost glow from within. she wanted time to slow down, to stop, she didn't lose this moment.
"What're you cooking, princess?"
"Hmm? What? OH! Lasagna!"
"You have no idea how glad I am that you cook."
The plan was to keep the small talk happening, to keep prattling on about things that made no difference and didn't matter so that he wouldn't fall in love with her lips.
"Clare I ..." and what could he say? I think I'm in love with you, you bring something new to every moment and you make it sparkle. Okay, there were plenty things he could say but none of them worthy of her. "You're beautiful ... " and it seemed such a small thing compared to what he felt for her.
She shook her head, still not quite believing him. Maybe, maybe if he kept saying it, she would. She defaulted back into her standard mode -- humor. She grinned at him.
"You're just saying that so I'll actually share some of the lasagne with you."
"If it's a fight you want, princess, then you've got one. Lasagne is something I'd give ... well I would say my right arm for but that's a bit extreme." It was easy, to joke around but it wasn't so easy to forget the way her laugh made his stomach butterfly and it was even less so to try and banish the image of her dancing eyes from branding his vision.
"Clare ... " It was hardest of all not to draw her to him and never let go. His fingers whispered across her cheek. "You're something special." I treasure you, worship you. "I'm not letting you go."
It was pure instinct, moving her cheek into the palm of his hand. It felt so natural, so right. Her eyes fluttered shut at the caress. Every time he touched her, even the smallest gesture, it was like her, it was like ... like a steep dive in her plane. She opened her eyes, smiling.
"You're gonna have to let go if you want to eat." Don't, don't ever let go.
"No, sorry ... " And why was his voice so soft? The noises around them had filtered away, there was no sounds from the street, there was so occasional sound of wind blowing a tree branch against the window. There was just Clare and her soft skin. And those words that stuck in his throat and threatened to choke them if he didn't let them slip out and float over her.
"I can't let you go."
The step forward seemed so easy, pressing their bodies flush together. He wanted to keep her always like this, his and close and safe.
"Clare ... " He was beginning to sound like a broken record. Gods I love you. I love you, princess "... you've gotten me caught up and there's no way I can move from this spot until I ..." taste you "... get to hold you."
Their bodies fit together perfectly, matched opposites. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord. What was it about him that made her feel so safe, so cherished? She was used to taking care of herself, taking care of others, but part of her just wanted to let him ... well, let him do anything he wanted, really. But it was more than that, more than just a physical attraction. She wanted to let him cherish her. It was a new feeling for her. When she spoke, her voice was as hushed as his.
"Bill? Stop talking and kiss me."
"Yes, ma'am."
And when their lips touched it was like an out-take from a scene. Like the universe had cut the two of them out and framed them in time. It was a moment that posed the question; could you bear to lose this? And that question wound Bill's stomach in so many knots that he has a feeling he might never eat again. Dinner might go to waste. His arms cradled her close, refusing point-blank to ever contemplate letting her go. It wasn't an option. When they broke apart his world exploded and it slipped without warning, without thought:
"I love you."
It was like this every time he kissed her. All logical thought fled from her brain, her entire world became focused on them. They way his lips tasted, they way his hands felt as they roamed her back. The texture of his hair where her hands found themselves secured. He left her breathless. She had buried her head in his neck when it ended, content to let the lasagne burn, happy to stay her, despite her earlier protestations.
And then he said it.
She stiffened just a little, muscles tensing before she could control them. It was too soon, too fast. There was so much about her he didn't know.
"Bill ... I ... " she stuttered. "I ... "
She remembered the conversation she had with Charlie. Don't rush it, he told her. If you're not ready, don't. She sighed into Bill's neck, drawing back, looking into his eyes. She placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Bill ... I can't ... not yet. I feel so much for you, but ... " Her brows knitted together as her thumb traced his bottom lip. "It's not that I don't want to ... " She lowered her head, shaking it, voice faltering again.
Those fingers that had traced her cheek settled very gently on her lips.
"I'm not asking for anything, Clare, only as much as you feel you can give. You've been through so much, you've been burned and tasted the bitter end and the scarring hasn't gone away yet. All I ask if that you let me try and soothe it, just a touch. I needed to ... say it, to admit it out loud. But I don't ask for it back, I won't."
He realised, in saying it, that this was exactly his problem. If he took a second to step back and let his mind snap to to the present them he'd see that maybe that was all he needed all along. To say it out loud and stop hearing the words everytime she walked by, every flash of her face, every lilt in her voice ... he loved her and he knew, eventually, he may get it back. Right now he was content in the moment and the sheer solid fact that he was holding her.
"You're so precious. Take your time, princess. I'm not going anywhere."
She kissed his fingertips, the simple gesture holding her thanks, her joy, her relief, her hope.
"What did I do to deserve you?" She cuddled back into his arms, dropping a kiss on his neck as she went. and then, every so softly in his ear. "Thank you."
"We've both had a time of it, princess ... maybe it's about time some knight in shining armour scooped you up. But until he does? You can settle for a wizard on a broom who'd battle the world for you ..."
What the hell! Bill scouped her up and spun her around, keeping her so close he could feel the breeze from her skirt.
She laughed as he spun her around, her face lighting in delight.
"I don't need a knight Bill, I like to fly, remember?" She flung an arm out as he spun a little faster.
He dropped her down gently so that their bodies slid down each other, lips brushing her neck on the way past.
"Windswept is a good look for you," he said.
Draping her arms around his shoulders, she stayed close, enjoying the feel of him next to her. She toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You should take me flying some time."
"I'll get you flying ... " he started, but suddenly there was the background slowly sliding back to him. And the smell. Of lasagne. "Food," he whimpered softly.
"Mmm promises, promises." She dropped a quick kiss on lips before drawing back, smoothing down her sweater. "Food: Lasagne, salad, soup, veggies ..." she listed the menu off, grinning. "And Death by Chocolate for dessert -- the gooey version." Clare took his hand and led him to table
"Sit. I'll be right back."
"My Mum always told me to behave and do what the ladies told me. So ..." Bill sat and gave her a very cheeky grin, smoothing his robes and looking expectantly. "Am sitting."
She smiled over her shoulder at him as she made her way into the kitchen.
"Remind me to thank your mother!"
She disappeared from view, and the sound of pots being rattled about came drifting from the kitchen. She called back out, "Hey! Could you light the rest of the candles, maybe put some music on?"
"Sure thing."
He got up slowly, trying to sneak a look into the kitchen on the way and lit each of the candles with a well placed ball of flame. The music was something soft and slow but certainly nothing from the Muggle world. The sound of instruments so soft and sweet that they sounded vaguely unreal ... and then a gentle voice, a male one and one that was extremely familiar drifted across them.
"This okay?"
Shoving the door open with a bump from her hip, she came back into the room, tray with soup and salad in her hands.
"That ... wow, that's lovely. " A puzzled look crossed her face. "Do I know that voice from somewhere?"
He helped her set the things on the table and edged his chair closer, waiting until she was ready to sit to gently push her chair under her. Clare smelled divine.
"It's Charlie, believe it or not."
She sat, gracefully sweeping her skirt under her, smiling up at him when he pushed her chair in.
"Wait... Charlie? Our Charlie? As in your brother?!'
He flopped into the seat next to her and gave her what passed for his cheesy grin.
"Our Charlie. My brother, though that part is regretable."
"Wow, I had no idea."
She shook her head, grinning at him and thwapped his wrist lightly with her soup spoon. The way he and Charlie got on reminded her of her brother.
"You'd best be nice to Charlie, Bill, he is the reason I'm here you know."
"He's a crafty little swine, wait till I get my hands on him," Bill said, laughing softly. "I do love him, sort of. He's got an amazing voice, he just refuses to let anyone hear him sing unless it's by accident."
Bill vaguely remembered him hushing Ron to sleep when he was a baby and let himself smile a touch.
"Then how did you get the recording?" She reached over to cup his cheek softly, tracing his small smile with her thumb. "And you guys would do anything for each other, you can't fool me."
"We would. Charlie's a paradox, he's a hell of a lot more complicated than he lets on. It's tough keeping up but I make sure I do."
He turned his head and kissed her fingers, covering her hand with his so that he could twine their fingers around each other. "He agreed to let me have it. He did a lot of them, a few years ago. I stole that one though."
She squeezed his hand, leaving their fingers intertwined. It felt ... right... somehow.
"He is, complicated I mean. He likes to pretend he's Mr. Happy Go Lucky, but ..."
She shook her head. She'd had a few conversations with Charlie that she couldn't really mention to Bill, not without breaking an unspoken confidence. Instead, she grinned over at her dinner date.
"Would he freak if I'd told him I'd heard him sing?'
His finges traced lightly over hers, spoon being balanced in his other hand. For once he wasn't interested in the food.
"Naturally. Would be funny though," Bill grinned back at Clare, then paused before continuing.
"Charlie's had too much crap in his life. There's a couple of people that I'd like to take serious issue with but he'd kill me for it. He likes to pretend that he can cope." That and Charlie didn't want Bodie to know how frail he was, deep down.
She nodded as he spoke, she'd gotten the same vibes in her talks with Charlie. She frowned slightly. How had the discussion come to this? Here she was, sitting with Bill, eating what she hoped was good food, soft music, candlelight ... declarations of love ... why were they talking about Charlie?
She smiled, turning the conversation back.
"I'll make sure to mention it to Charlie at the first opportune moment, then. " She waved her spoon at his bowl. "You gonna eat that or should we move on to the next dish?"
"Charlie seems to take over all of my conversations..."
Bill was planning on explaining this as he lifted the spoon and took his first mouthful but as soon as the food hit him all the thoughts that came from everything else flew away and there was just one hand twined with Clare's and one hand spooning soup into his mouth, hopefully slowly enough so that it wouldn't be rude. Once he'd gotten half way through he gave her a little smirk.
"This is amazing. I'm hiring you on good hourly rates, living accomodations and meals thrown in, to cook for me."
She held back a giggle as he tried so hard not to wolf down his soup.
"Hmmm... I imagine I would have to cook those meals, huh? Still, the idea has its possibilities ... are there fringe benefits?" She looked away from him long enough to eat a few spoonsful from her own bowl. To her ... it just tasted like soup. Not quite as good as her mom's but nothing ever tasted quite that good.
"This is amazing. And of course there's fringe benefits. Except there's only one bed princess, so there might have to be bunking up."
Bill was determined though and he finished his soup before he said another word to her. Then it was watching the way her throat worked as she swallowed, the way her hair whispered in a slightly breeze coming from somewhere.
"But then I reckon right now you're not so much interested in the bedding than the pay?"
She didn't look at him, but arched one eyebrow, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Oh really? What makes you think that?" She loosened their twined fingers enough so that she could slide her hand down a little, stroke the palm of his lightly, still not looking at him. Another spoonful. "What makes you think i'd be more interested in money over bedding down with you?"
He just watched her, trying not to blink owlishly at the beauty of her while trying somewhere to vaguely play it on the normal side of cool. It wasn't working. He wanted to touch her but he settled for raising her hand to his lips and kissing her wrist softly. Adoringly. As if she was the only thing that mattered in the world
"It was a feeling. But then my instincts have been wrong before. What do your interests run to then, princess?"
She tried not to shiver when he kissed her wrist, but it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through her. She quickly set her spoon down before she dropped it, pushed the bowl away, then propped her face in her hand, leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. She looked him straight in the eyes.
"Currently? Currently my interests run to tall red-headed codebreaking wizards ..."
"Where d'you think you're going to find someone like that? I mean, those tastes are pretty exclusive."
Bill leant his head that inch closer, lips brushing across the skin just before her ear as he whispered. "Have to say, my tastes have become pretty exclusive too. Just ... you."
She did shiver this time, when his lips caressed her cheek and his words floated oh-so-softly into her ear. Her voice was just as hushed when she replied.
"Oh there was an exhaustive, world wide search, but in the end, it seems there was only one man who fit the..." she couldn't help the grin that crossed her face " ... who fit the 'bill'." She turned her face toward his and gently nipped at his earlobe.
***
Clare's hands shook a little as she got the dessert out of the refrigerator. Dinner had been going so well, but now it was almost over. And she was nervous and excited and hopeful and ... nervous about what might come next. She scooped to pieces of the cake onto plates, spilling a little of the dark chocolate sauce on to the counter. One thing was for sure, this dessert was not for eating neatly. She picked up the plates, bumped the door open and returned to the dining room.
He stared at the dessert. But he couldn't help but think that Clare looked far more tasty.
"Did you make this?" Not that he was actully that interested, and he was hitting himself for the thought, but he was much more interested in her smile still. Well, that and her hips. Couldn't forget those hips.
"It looks ... beyond gorgeous." A bit like you. Merlin, sex on the brain. Stopstopstopstop ... not ready for that step maybe. Too fast. Not fast enough. Dammit.
As she set the plate in front of him, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd really like to do with the chocolate sauce. Dammit Clare! Get a hold of yourself! You're the one who told him you wanted to wait.
"Yeah, I've got a whole folder full of recipes for chocolate desserts ... you know me and chocolate."
She grinned and settled into her seat, waiting to see how he would react to his first bite. the cake was ... sinfully good. And just imagine how it would taste licking it off of him. Her fork clattered a little loudly against the plate.
"I know you and chocolate."
Dammit. Oh, if only Clare knew how teasing it was to see her bend over to sit the plate down or to straighten back up and tuck herself very gently into the seat. He wanted to lick the sweat from her collar-bone. Such a random thought but Gods what he'd do for it.
"You and chocolate..." Bill stopped himself from jumping when she dropped her fork. He crossed his ankles under the table, giving himself little room under the robes and resisted the urge to touch her hand. "Uhm, all right, princess?"
Damn damn damn. Calm cool collected... She looked up, smiling.
"I think I shouldn't have had that second cup of coffee." She picked up the fork again, getting some of the sauces on her fingers. Without thinking, she licked it off.
Bill shivered, his entire body going rigid. His entire body.
"Ah. Cooffee ..." COOFFEE? Oh, this night was going downhill very very quickly.
"Uh, I mean coffee is an evil entity and should be banned. Or reduced in caffine." Shut the fuck up and eat the cake ...
Grinning, she took another bite of cake.
"I dunno, Bill, 'cooffee' might be lower in caffeine than 'coffee' "
She looked over, his plate was untouched.
"You don't like it?" He looked alomst ... ill... actually. He was suddenly very stiff. "Bill? Hun, are you OK?" She set the fork down and reached over, placing her hand gently on his arm.
Time to come clean. This was going too fast for her, he was sure of it, but he had to be honest. Soon, or he was going to die.
"The cake's gorgeous. See, the problem is ... so are you. And ... if you touch me again I'm going to cover you in chocolate cake and eat it of off your bare skin ..." He buried his face in his hands, cringing.
She stared at him, a slow smile crossing her face when he buried his head. Checking to make sure he wasn't looking, she dipped her finger in the sauce, then spread a line across her collarbone. She stood, her chair scraping as she moved it back, and quietly knelt next to his chair. She moved his hands away from his face, turning his head to look at her.
"Have at it."
It didn't take any time and Bill slid to his knees, not wanting to loom over her. His tongue swiped across her skin, fingers holding her hips. Owning her skin. His mouth, hungry for her, sucked everything that he'd missed.
"Have what, exactly?" It was all murmured into her neck as he made his way up to kiss that maddening spot behind her ear.
The first touch of his tongue sent chills down Clare's spine and she instinctively moved closer to him, seeking his warmth. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as he kissed behind her ear, making her shiver once more in delight. Her voice was husky when she replied.
"This. Me. I don't want to wait, anymore Bill. I want to make love to you."
"Make love. It sounds so much better than anything else ... let me show you how much I love you."
Softly Bill drew his fingers up her back and he showed her, very gently, how to undo the front of his robes. He was naked underneath. Very naked. And hard and weeping and Gods he wanted her on her back.
Her hands trembled a little as he helped her undo the robes. She gasped as they came undone. Gods, but he was gorgeous. All of him. She didn't speak. Her hand floated down his shoulders, across his chest, around his hip. Teasing, feather-light touches. Across his ass, back up around his inner thigh. Ignoring that part of him that was demanding her attention. She drew his face toward him, kissing him. Softly at first, then more roughly. Tongue battling his for control. She wrapped her other arm around his waist, drawing him close.
He pulled his robes off, sick of them being hot and constricting. Then without warning he got to his feet, hard cock passing by her line of vision, and he lifted her into his arms. It didn't take long, just a quick simple movement, and he walked through to the bedroom, kicking the door open.
She was a little startled when he pulled back from the kiss, stripping off the robes. Not that she minded the view it presented. Not. At. All. She unconsiously licked her lips as he stood, then "eeped" a little when he easily lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling now exposed flesh, nipping at his earlobe. Now that the decision was made, now that she had released the restraints she had placed on the relationship. Now she felt like she couldn't wait a second longer. He kicked open the door, not a moment too soon for her.
"Bill?" Her voice was low. "Get me out of these freakin' clothes."
Bill dumped her on the bed. It wasn't sexy, it wasn't hot, it was just very cute when he grinned a cheeky little grin.
"Now, why didn't you ask me that sooner, huh?"
It didn't take any time at all, to shimmy her out of her clothes. The only thing that delayed it was the way he licked every bit of exposed skin before he could move on.
She hit the bed with a bounce.
"Hey!" She laughed when he grinned at her, hmphing a little. "If you weren't so damned gorg..." Her words trailed off when his tongue started to make it's way up her belly as he stripped off her sweater.
"You taste better than the cake ..." And finally finally it was underware. And his cock was weeping. And he was close to panting. And she was on her back ...
A soft moan escaped when he passed over her lace-covered breast, dampening the material with his mouth. Sweater off, he moved on to the the skirt. Clare arched toward him when he kissed her gartered thigh, breath catching in her throat. Once it was off, her hands guided him back up body, enjoying the feel of his weight on her.
Bill moved away from Clare and tried, very slowly, to steady his breathing. It was hard, very hard -- or at least something was -- for him to steady himself. He was so desperate to jump on her, to lick her everywhere but instead he knelt on the edge of the bed and dropped his mouth to her inner thigh, spreading her legs slowly and moving up to just smell the musky scent of her sex.
"You taste as good as you look?" he asked cheekily as he sucked a trail from the top of her thigh, stopping for her underware, and starting again on her stomach.
She bit her bottom lip when Bill moved away to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out if she'd done, said, something wrong. She let out a small sigh of relief when he shifted positions and started to lick her skin again. The man had a talented tongue. Very. She shivered as he spread her legs gently, then made a small, disappointed sound when he skipped up to her stomach.
"There's only one way to find that out, Bill." She pulled him up so she could look him in the eyes. "There'll be time for slow and sweet later."
His eyes widened and he could feel them doing it, which was odd, because it was very rare that anything surprised Bill Weasley these days. He stroked once more down her thigh and then smiled, a slow and satisfied smile.
"Strip for me?" He sat back, on his heels, and slipped a hand between his legs. One finger gently stroked up and down, up and down, his cock. His hips pressed up to his hand. Damn, she was hot.
She grinned a slow grin. She'd surprised him, huh? Well, he'd better get used to it. She was just full of surprises; in fact he was about to get another one.
"Strip for you Bill?"
She licked her lips and sllllloooowwwly slid off the bed to stand in front of him. Her hips began to gently sway in a figure-eight patterns, her arms rising above her head, hands tracing intricate patterns. Slowly she moved one hand down the other arm, caressing the skin as she reached for the bra strap. Her hips never stopped moving. When both straps were pushed off her shoulder, she gave a little shrug and her breast were released from the lace. She turned, hips still swaying, and made a show of undoing the clasp.
He took a very long, very slow breath. The only other person he'd seen up close that wasn't a professional and could dance this provocativley was Charlie and that wasn't exactly a turn on. Bill when from hard to painfully throbbing and his eyes followed every curve of her body. Raking across her naked breast.
"Clare ..."
It'd been a while since she combined her belly dancing with stripping. she turned, dropping the bra to the floor, and faced him, hips still moving.
"Yes Bill?"
"If you don't come here we're going to end up on the floor with carpet burns. Or I'm going to pass out"
He knew his eyes were huge and the blue had faded as his pupils dilated with desire. For her. Her heart and body and that wonderful dance.
She couldn't help but grin at his statement, even though she knew he was serious. The smile lit her face as she sashayed over to him and leaned over.
"I hate carpet burns," she whispered in his ear.
"I hate teases and Gods, but I would loathe to hate you."
He grabbed her and whirled her around so that she was laying across his legs. Her hair had been thrown back and she looked windswept. Beautiful.
"Not slow. No time ... baby, I need you."
This time her smile was slow and sexy. she pulled him toward her, grabbed one of his hand and set it softly between her legs. She knew what he'd feel. She was warm, wet ... ready.
His hands were on her, over her, under her lifting her into his lap.
"Clare ... " He licked down his neck, to her collarbone, back up. His fingers wound in her hair. Mouth scorching trail over her breasts suddenly. "...Need you ..."
Her senses reeled under his sudden onslaught, his hands and mouth were everywhere. She barely had the breath to respond.
"I'm ... yours to ... take Bill..."
"How ... important ... is this ... underware to you?"
He was going to rip it. He was already pulling at it and depending on her answer it wouldn't be long until it was all gone. His mouth closed suddenly around her right nipple and his tongue laved at it as if it was enough to bring him off right there. And maybe it was.
She arched against him, gasping, her hands threads through his hair, trying to draw him closer.
"Not."
The underwear came away from her body in a swift tear. No pause. He lay her down and it was in a frantic flop backwards to bury his mouth between her legs, his tongue tasting the wetness of her, moaning in time with the turns of her hips.*
She groaned in response, her hips writhing of their own accord now. One hand shot over her head, palm pressed against the headboard, seeking purchase. The other was still wound in his hair. Her breath came in heavy gasps, any words were simply incoherent moans.
He pushed one of her legs up, apart, so that he could get closer to her. His tongue plunged into her, twisting and turning while the fingers of his free hand parted her so that, when he moved, the tip of his tongue centered on her clit. Rubbing, massaging. He registered somewhere that he was bucking his hips into the mattress.
"God! Bill!" Her hips leapt off the mattress at the touch of his tongue. Somewhere in the back of her brain she knew that if he kept it up, she'd come in matter of a minute. Her words came out garbled in between gasps. "Want ... need... you ... in me.. now.."
His mouth moved up, covering her clit and sucking the sensitive flesh, the taste of her flowing down his throat and making him groan with it. Her leg was settled over his shoulder, giving him his other hand back to slide inside of her slick hole and rub deeper and deeper inside of her, fucking her on his fingers.
Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, punctuated by harsh moans.
"Oh ...god... right there... godthereyes! There!"
He found a pace, flicking his tongue against her, such her, flick against her ... and as her hips pushed up to him he could feel his balls drawing close, making a visible effort to stop himself grinding into the bed. To concentrate on her release.
Clare's world blurred on the edges, everything focused on the feel of his tongue, his fingers. She felt herself drawing in, drawing up, reaching. Her head rolled on the pillow. Whimpering, hands grasping, twisting the sheets and then it, was there. A sharp intake of breath. Her body stiffened, contracting around his fingers, the leg on his back twitching. Her back arched off the mattress.
"Bill!"
He could feel her, the warmth of her constricting around his fingers as his tongue finished her off. She tasted salty but so sweet at the same time and Bill stayed there, licking her, long after she'd slumped into a boneless heap. Until he had to flip on his back, head laying on her thigh, so that his erection was free in the air. Gods he ached.
When she came back to herself, she sat up awkwardly, tugging him up on the mattress. She leaned over, kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue. She slid her leg from under him, his head thumping softly onto the bed. She traveled down his chin, licking, sucking, pausing to lave at his nipple briefly before continuing to move down his body. It was his turn.
He whined and there was no other word for it, it was a deep whine.
"Please ... " Oh, hell, she'd reduced him to begging with nothing more than minimally taking charge. His legs spread unconsciously
She smiled against his stomach, dropping a quick kiss on his inner thigh before settling between his legs. Starting at the base, she licked him in one long slow movement up to his tip where she swirled her tongue into his slit before surrounding him with her lips, sliding back down his shaft, tongue tracing random patterns on his warm flesh.
His eyes rolled back and his head thrashed against the cool sheets. If she kept that up it would all be over before it had even begun. Two or three tries, it took, to get his hands in a firm grip around her waist. His wand, never far away, was snatched out of no where. The contraception spell, as he'd explained to her weeks ago, was effective and clean. It also tingled like hell. Without giving her an option he shifted his hips and very slowly, sank inside of her slick depths. Hell.
"Don't move. Please, don't move."
It was her turn to be surprised when Bill hauled her up from her minstrations and suddenly chanted the spell. Her eyes widened at the sensation it produced, then closed in pleasure when he entered her. She tried her best not to move when he pleaded with her. Instead she looked him in the eyes and simply smiled.
His breath coming in rapid gasps, Bill's hips started to do small turns up to her. His thighs shook and he was coated with a sheen of light sweat.
"Clare ... fuck, I love you ... " Were all the Weasley's hopeless romantics? Tough. He pushed up harder, deeper. She was so wet, covering his groin with it.
A small moan escaped when he started to move. God, he felt so right. She moved to match his rhythm, her hips moving back and forth slightly in a fine counterpoint to his circles. She smiled at his exclamation, one hand seeking his, holding it, liking the second connection. She knew he didn't throw those word around lightly, knew that the more time they spent together, the more she wanted to say them back. Suddenly he started to move more forcefully, and she stopped thinking and concentrated on feeling.
He was too close. Dancing, dinner, the particular way her eyes lit up and her hair caught the light all cascading images in Bill's mind as his eyes screwed shut in an effort not to buck so hard that she bounced on his hips. She was sliding, her moistness covering both their thighs, dripping onto the bed and he wanted to taste it again suddenly. It was an act of sheer will but he brought enough brain cells together to slide a finger down and along her clit, occasionally missing a stroke with their rhythm but always making it up with the next one.
Clare gasped when he touched her, already frantic senses scattering. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she made a note to ask him about ... other properties... of the spell. She leaned forward slightly, changing the angles, resting her hand against his chest for balance against their sweat-slicked bodies. She was rapidly catching up to him. Clare smiled again, a slow, knowing grin, and the next time he began to withdraw from her, she tightened her muscles around him.
Bill's body surged up to her, slamming in hard enough to unsettle her. It was too much. Not enough. All in one. So he made the biggest effort of his life and flipped then over, pushing her legs apart for the second time that night as his hips thrust forward. They were slippy with sweat, with her moisture and Bill felt himself groan again, moaning his pleasure into her ear as his back arched.
"So fuck good ... never ... ugh, letting you ... go ever ..." The muscles clenched around him and he shifted the angle, coarse hair of his groin rubbing her clit for a second until he went back to thrusting.
His name came out as an excalamation. She wanted him deeper, wanted to feel him to her very soul. Her legs wound around his back, loose enough not to interfere with his movements, but drawing him in, holding him close. Her nails scraped along his sweat-soaked back, then tangled in his hair. She whimpered as he thrust into her again.
"So close... so ... oh ... " Her hips rocked toward him at each entry.
Gone, he was gone. There was no choice but to surrender to the orgasm as it rocketed through him. His eyes snapped shut and then flew open again as he felt her clench around him, draw his cock deeper. He felt like he was brushing the core of her.
"Fuck, fuck ..." He was coming, body convulsing and bucking against her, seed pumping into her, adding to the dripping wetness between them.
She reached seconds after he did, the feel of him bucking wildly into her all she needed. She arched off the bed as her muscles rippled against him, her voice one long low, glorious moan.
It was all he could do to grab his good sense and turn them one last, torturous time, so that she was on top of him before his muscles bunched and relaxed, laying quivering on the bed. He couldn't speak, his breathing coming in sharp gasps. Oh, hell. Wonderful, perfect, brilliant woman.
She lay on top of him, still slightly tingly from the effects of the spell and his own personal brand of magic, muscles lax, trying to get a hold of her breathing. She couldn't have moved right now if a 12-foot demon dressed as a nun had crashed through the window. Not that she wanted to. In fact, she quite liked where she was right now. She gathered enough strength to turn her head slightly and drop a kiss onto his chest. Nope. Not moving. Staying right here. Possibly forever. It felt perfect. Sweat and stickiness and heavy breathing and everything. Hell, it was perfect.
"Not moving," Clare mumbled. Not even for a 20 foot habit-wearing demon with glowing eyes. A small giggle escaped.
He was planning to keep his eyes closed, to bundle her there in sweat and sticky wetness and just drift off for a few minutes. All right, possibly a few days. But at her weak protest of not moving he felt compelled to open his eyes a fraction, slitted baby blue. Then she giggled. He tried to keep a straight face but it was infectious and he followed her, a sniggr escaping unchecked.
"What're you laughing at?" He demanded it even as he laughed himself.
She tilted her head up, chin on his chest, eyes dancing.
"A 20 foot tall habit-wearing demon with glowing eyes, of course," she said, as if it were the most natural thing to be thinking of a time like this.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a cheeky grin and he swatted weakly at her arse.
"And what're you doing thinking about other fella's ... entities ... when you're in bed with me?"
If she'd had the energy, she would have tried to tickle him, but she didn't. She giggled again.
"What girl doesn't want to be rescued by a dashing demon when she's being ravished by a demented magician?" She paused just a beat, then did her best "blonde" voice. "Oh! Wait! I've got that backwards, don't I?"
It was a laugh that so many people heard from Charlie but never from Bill, the quieter, usually more serious of the two. His ribs ached as he almost came of off the bed giggling at her. One hand savaged her side, tickling with fingers.
"Cheeky ... little ... person ..."
Her laughter grew when he tickled her and she began an attack of her own, energy rebounding with sheer joy. They ended up wrapped around each other, perched precariously on the edge of the bed.
"Erm Bill? The... sheets sliiiiding!" She landed on top of him in a heap.
Bill winced as his arse banged of off the floor but he couldn't stop giggling as she came down in a tangled heap on top of him, arms flailing out so that she didn't fall on her face. He put his hand underneath himself and pulled out his want, rubbing along his spine.
"You're going to break me," he said in a whiny voice.
She grinned down at him, taking the wand from his hand and twirling it like a baton. She leaned her head in her other hand, elbow on the floor.
" Mmmm... break you in, don't you mean? Or maybe this is just your way of getting me to promise you another massage? Or..." Her grin turned slightly evil and she slid up his body a little to look him in the eye, "baton" still twirling. "... is it that little ol' me is too much for big bad mummy-huntin' you?"
"I think little ol' you should keep that little ol' gob shut," he saaid, with a smirk he should have been slapped for. "So that big bad mummy-huntin' me can kiss you breathless and haul our sticky arses into the shower before we stick to something and set."
Clare set the wand aside with a final flourish, settling her forearms on either side of his head and looking down at him.
"Mmm... you can do the hauling, I'll do the..." She leaned in and kissed him, skipping sweet and going straight for mind-numbing.
His girl with brilliant, Bill decided half way through the kiss, his girl was the best there was. His fingers tangled in her hair and his tongue swiped for hers until it became a silly battle and they ended up snickering through it.
"Someone say something about hauling?"
Clare drew back, laughing. "Yes, I believe they did." She didn't move, simply looking at him. "Well?"
"Oh, bloody hell. Lazy."
He got unsteadily to his feet and then reached down for her, as if this was something he did every day. He picked her up and settled her gently in his arms but once they got to the bathroom the shower looked unappealing so he kicked the side of the bath and as if it was a naughty puppy being punished it spluttered and the tapes began to pour hot water. Bill still standing with Clare in his arms.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she craned her head around to see what hidden deviced he'd hit to start the tub, the scientist in her sure there was something. She tried not to look too ... geeky ... but finally couldn't stand it.
"How? "
"Charmed. Charlie's has ugly purple bubbles that smell like blackberries."
Bill turned his nose up and stepped back a touch, lifting her a little to see the sparkling around the pipes. He waited until it had filled to show her it's last secret and as he stepped in, very slowly and steadily, settling them both down the bath moved around them, soft as feathers. Propping them up and stretching to let them lay back.
She stared, wide-eyed.
"How? What?" She tilted her head back to look at him, smiling, before settling happily back against him. "Can you do this to my tub at the Garage? "
"Princess, this is the very light benefits. I could do hundreds of things for your room, never mind your tub. Put heating charms on the floor as well as ones to make sure you don't slip on water or tiles. Hex your mirror so it doesn't steam up or smudge." Bill waved a hand and dribbled some water on her nose. "Just ask."
Clare grinned as she swiped the water away from her nose, reaching back to wind an arm around his neck.
"Nah... I don't need much, and besides, if I were to have all those, I'd get to feeling spoiled. It'd go to my head, and then there'd be no living with me" She paused to lazily swirl her other hand in the water. "And I ... kinda like the idea of this place being ... special, magical. Someplace to .... escape to."
" I love you, princess. This can be your special place then. You can come here anytime you like. Anytime you need. I'll get a pork-key for you that'll take you back and forward ... a key cut."
Bill kissed her hair and suddenly a warmth spread through him the like of which he hadn't felt in a very long time. A sort of contentment a having this woman he loved so close to him. Cherished and protected the way she was supposed to have been from the start.
Clare sighed happily.
"I'd like that, Bill. A lot." She nestled against him, content to stay in that magical bath with him forever. She almost hated to admit it to herself, admit that her beloved independence and "I can take care of myself" attitude could -- and, if she was being totally honest -- HAD been quickly subsumed by his desire to coddle her. It was a nice change.
"You're so soft." Bill couldn't hold back the wondering tone in his voice as his hand drifted down her breasts and across her stomach. His skin wasn't rough but it wasn't the softness that it had been before he left for Egypt where sandstorms and scrapes from falling down rocks and tombs had taken it's tole. But Clare was soft and beautifully firm beneath that. It was a sharp contrast."... I'd like it more, a lot more."
Her skin tingled wherever he touched her, not because of the spell, which had worn off, but simply because he was touching her.
"Mmmhmmm ... you just want to come over and cook more meals."
"I wouldn't say no," Bill admitted it with a little smile. His foot came out of the water and tapped the space between the taps. There were candles littered around the room and they flared to life, the electric lights looking as if they'd shorted out.
She couldn't help it, she gasped.
"Now that's a neat trick!" She snuggled up against him, hand softly running up and down the leg he'd just lifted. "Thank you," she said quietly.
He blinked at her just a touch, trying to fathom her meaning.
"For lifting your leg?" He was joking but it was quiet. He didn't want her to close up on him. Her past hurts could make her so distant sometimes.
She smiled, flicking the spot underneath his knee lightly.
"Oh yes, that was the higlight of the evening" She went back to her caress, silent for a few minutes, collecting her thoughts. "Thank you for being willing to put up with ... me ... my fears ... my ... :: she trailed off. My apparent inability to tell you how I feel ... "
It was ... odd in a way. Here was this man willing to devote his time and attention to her, who'd declared his love for her, who'd shown her just how much he did love her, and yet, she still was holding back.
He watched her for a good, long time but eventually he kissed her as she stumbled with her words, silencing her.
"Shush for a second." His fingers trailed in her hair, so soft, like the rest of her. "You're scared. You've been hurt and you've got the scars on your heart to prove it. It's going to take time to trust me, to be able to let me in that extra inch or two, to open up to me the way you want to. It doesn't matter. I'll wait. For you, I'll wait. Take your time." He smiled as he echoed words that were maybe his maybe Charlie's from a while ago. "If it's not there, don't push it or rush it."
She turned awkwardly to embrace him.
"I'm not the only one with scars," she said softly, laying her head on his shoulder. "Which is all the more reason for the 'thank you'." She dropped a light kiss on his neck and snuggled in closer.
The water was heating up around them. Clare was in his arms. That was all he needed.
"Don't thank me for loving you, Clare. There's no need." Bill's fingers trailed over her arm. "Just relax. Relax and forget about it."
She chucked to herself. That sounded like the kind of advice she'd give out, so she'd best listen to it too. She nodded against him, drawing in a deep cleansing breath and slowing exhaling, letting her worries drift away, focusing on the moment.
"So .... that candle trick... :: she grinned against his skin :: ... how many people have experienced that one?"
His grin split his face and he couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out.
"Unlike my darling little brother, I don't kiss and tell. But honestly?" Bill flushed just a touch. "I just finished that charm the other day. I was going to wait ... until you came around. The first night we ... " He shifted a touch and shook his head. Why was he starting this? He'd just been inside of her and now he was blushing like a bloody first year.
She drew back a little, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
"Really? That's sweet!" She noticed the blush. "Very. Sweet."
He gave her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Charlie's the romantic." But he had an evening planned for them very soon.
She grinned back at him.
"Oh, somehow I think you're a romantic Bill ... you just need someone to lavish your attention on! mind if I apply for the position?"
He pretended to think for a second. "I need the applications written on three seperate copies and there are instense, harsh interviews. Very swift judging."
Clare looked at him with an expression that clearly said "screw that". She drew back, scooting further down the tub to turn herself completely around before going back to him, awkwardly forces her legs behind him, looping her arms around his neck and kissing him breathless. She pulled back again, looking at him with one eyebrow arched.
"Consider that my application and interview. Anything else?"
"Just one tiny thing." Bill grinned.
"Oh? Really? And what would that be?"
He waved a hand at the side of the bath. "Can you give that a thump so it moves again? You're sitting in a very nasty angle.".
She threw her head back and laughed, leaning over to thwap the tub soundly.
The tub gave a rather pointed lurch and shifted to let them sink against it.
"Ta. Now ... any chance I can get another kiss?"
"I dunno. Are there other applicants you need to consider?"
"I don't think stoned Charlie counts," Bill said, shrugging. "Doesn't look that way."
She kissed his nose.
"Poor thing. I'd say you need to get out more, but then, I don't share. So, you'll just have to accept my application and call it good.," she said, leaning in to kiss him.
"I know ... I'm thoroughly abused ... " Bill put on a pout and then darted a lick at her lips.
"Mmm.. thoroughly" She moved on to kiss his cheek, then nibble at his ear "Such a shame."
He moaned softly.
"Don't get me going again, baby ... I want to save myself for morning sex."
She chuckled but relented. "Mmm.. so now I have to wait, huh? "
He grinned naughtily. "Won't hurt you."
She grinned back at him. "Ah, see now I know what I was missing, so I'm going to be all impatient."
Bill laughed, shaking his head and flicking water at her again.
"Tough. I have a will of ... well something of steel."
"Mmmm... you got that right." She flicked water back at him. "Or your mind is a steel trap... or something."
"Well something's metal!" Bill blinked and then rubbed his finger on the side of the bath until bubbles started to appear out of thin air. Bright red bubbles. He blew them Clare's way. They smelled of strawberries. Charlie evidently wasn't the only one's with bubbles.
Clare laughed with child-like joy when the bubble began to appear, chasing them with her fingers, popping some, catching others, lifting her hand this way and that to watch them sparkle in the candlelight.
The look on her face, a look of complete abandon -- just having fun -- was the best look he'd seen in ages. He took a handful of scented bubbles and popped them on top of her head in a little crown where they stayed, not popping but actually stayed.
She looked up, she couldn't actually see what he'd done, she just knew there were now bubble on her head. She did the same for him, artfully arranging them. "My prince."
"Well I always did say you were my princess, didn't I?" Bill grinned and popped a bubble floating in front of her face. "Weasley Princess with that red crown."
Clare blinked as the bubble disappeared, then smiled. "Yes, I do seem to remember you calling me that on occasion." She caught another and set it on the tip of his nose. "So what other tricks can this princess expect?"
"That'd take all the fun out of it ... if I told you. Except watch for the first floorboard if you ever go into the store cupboard." Bill stuck his tongue out and launched some bubbles at her.
She swatted the bubbles away, sending some back at him in the process. "The floorboard? Why?"
"There's a trick ward on it. Anyone who gets a key or who's in here gets to know about it but all the valuables are in the back of the cupboard so no one gets them." Bill spat out bubbles.
Clare giggled. "Bubbles don't taste as good as they smell?" She thought for a second. "OK, warding i can deal with. Rak and Rush set up wards on the Garage." She lazily reached up to swat down some escaping bubbles. "Ya know, for all the places I've been, it still amazes me that magic exists right in my own world."
"Amazes me sometimes and I use it every day.'' Bill looked at her then, properly. "I think you're magic."
She knew he was serious, but she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.
"Mmmhmm ... I think those bubbles must be going to your brain."
"I think you're embarassed and not used to being told how precious you are," Bill murmured with a tiny smile.
She blushed, looking down. "Now I am."
"Good." Bill brushed fingers across her cheek. "Special, perfect girl."
"Special, I'll accept Bill, with you I feel it. But not perfect," Clare replied softly.
"You're perfect to me ... it doesn't matter if you don't see it now. You'll see it eventually." He leant forward, pulled her back to lay against him.
Clare sighed as she snuggled against him. No one was perfect, no one. She was gonna end up disappointing him at some point in the relationship. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. "live in the moment, Clare-girl", she told herself. "Relax and enjoy what you've got here and now" She laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying.
***
Bill waved the coffee under her nose as she lay on the very edge of the bed. She didn't so much as stir.
"Claaaaaareeeeeeee." The sing-song voice was out of pure job, sitting naked, legs crossed on the floor, and waiting for her to rouse so he could feed her what was a slap up breakfast.
Clare's nose twitched but she didn't open her eyes. Her voice was rough, low, that early-morning scratchiness in full force.
"Please tell me that's highly caffeinated."
" 'tis but a cup of caffine thinly disgusied as coffee." He was a morning person. All the Weasley's were, as they had little choice other than to be full awake. "Have strawberries ... and creamy goodness ..."
She reached out blindly, eyes still closed. Once she was awake, she'd be good to go, but it was that waking up part she'd always had trouble with. "Gimme."
He guided the mug into her hand and helped her guide it to her mouth. It was drinking level warmth wise but it was strong enough to put a zing in her step.
"And chocolate from last night. Saucy 'n all that."
Clare sat up a little, breathing in the aroma before sipping.
"Mmmm... Bill.... s'perfect." She sipped some more, hands wrapped around the mug, before cracking one eye open. "Wait ... did you say chocolate? And ... strawberries?"
"Chocolate and cream and strawberries and kiwi ... "He lifted a bowl to show her the hundreds of different little bits of fruit all chopped neatly with whole strawberries sitting on top and cream around one side, chocolate sauce dripped over the other. His ideal.
She looked at him over the mug, awake now, but not letting him know, not just yet. Her voice was still rough. "You're a morning person, aren't you? "
"Disgusting, innit?" Bill edged up onto the bed beside her, naked and happy, bringing the bowls with him. "Promise not to chirp at you."
Clare rolled over a little to give him, taking the coffee with her.
"You chirp, I call you Canary," she said, grumpily, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Can't you think of a better name? Canary's so ..." He waved a bowl around. "... common." With a grin he settled in next to her and sat a bowl in her lap.
Finishing off the coffee, she sat up a little more and set aside the mug. "Myna bird?"
" ... well Charlie's a parrot. What's exotic and related to a parrot?" Bill heaped a spoon and directed it to her mouth.
"Hmmm ... parakeet? lovebird? Macaw?" She closed her mouth around the spoon, trapping it between her lips.
"Lovebirds. That's us." He grinned, watching the tang of the fruit and the sweetness of the chocolate touch her tongue.
"Mmm." She closed her eyes again, savoring the flavors, her tongue flicking out to swipe off some stray sauce. "Oh, I could get used to this."
"You'd better. Because I'll be feeding you it every morning ... that's what I have." Bill grinned and took a spoonful for himself.
His grin was infectious, and she smiled back at him, scootching to face him. She dipped into the bowl, snatching out some fruit and sauce with her fingers. "Every morning, huh? "
He almost whimpered but he leant over and took her fingers into his mouth without warning, cleaning the sauce away.
"Eberi morging ..." he muttered around the mouthful.
Clare laughed.
"Hey! That was mine!" She slowly withdrew her fingers, sighing just a little when he brushed them with his tongue. She dipped into the bowl of fruit again, this time going for one of the whole strawberries. She swirled it in the chocolate before raising it to her lips, pausing to look him in the eyes. "Mine."
"As you see, everything you see." Bill watched her fingers with avid attention. She would make a show of it, he knew that.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she nonchalantly bit into the strawberry, no taunting, no teasing. She finished it off with a second bite.
He pouted, not amused by the lack of teasing and took her bowl away.
"Hey! I'm still hungry!" She grinned at his pout, leaned over and kissed him. "Guess I'll just have to find something else to eat."
"Noooooo. Don't think so. Naughty girls who tease don't get fed." Bill shifted and took up a spoon to tuck into his bowl.
Clare placed her hands on either side of his legs, waiting until the spoon was in his mouth before bending her elbows and going into the bowl with her mouth, licking off some cream and snagging a bit of kiwi between her teeth. She straightened up again, chewing contentedly.
"I love kiwi."
He would have choked if he hadn't wanted to watch her with eyes that weren't all teared up.
"Might have to spank you."
She bent down to the bowl again, this time taking some of the chocolate sauce on her tongue and licking her lips with it, coating them.
"Mmm ... I thought you wanted me to be naughty... can't make up your mind huh? S'matter? Blood flow divereted elsewhere?"
"Okay, having sudden visions of you covered in chocolate sause and me spanking you until your gorgeous, round bottom's all red." Bill coughed and gave her the bowl back. "Naughty, nasty. Tease."
Clare grinned, taking the bowl but still forgoing the spoon.
'Oh? And who decided that it's you that gets to do the spanking?"
" ... I haven't done anything to deserve it!" Bill pouted at her and dug into the bowl again.
She stopped his hand as he lowered the spoon, taking it out of his grip. She picked another strawberry out, dipping one half in the chocolate, the other in the cream.
"No in fact you were a very very good boy." She raised the strawberry to his lips.
He tried not to smirk. Good boys were rewared like this? He intended to be an angel. So he sat, completely still with a little smile and bit into the strawberry, drawing it out for as long as he possibly could. She was sitting there, kneeling rather, rumpled and gloriously naked and it was making certain parts of him neglegent of being good.
Clare smiled as he bit into the fruit, claiming the rest for herself. She was totally awake now and her body was reminding her of why she'd slept so well. Bill was doing his best to look angelic, but what she really wanted, since he'd mentioned it, was him covered in chocolate and cream.
"You ... ah ... have got a little ..." She leaned forward again, licking chocolate off the side of his mouth.
His tongue snaked up to lick over hers before she could pull back and the sight of her, bottom in the air and breasts inches from his fingers ... he grabbed the sheet and bunched it at his waist. Maybe he could eat the fruit of off her.
"Uhm. Ta for that ... " His finger wiped some down her cheek. "Oh, look. Will need to lick that off now."
She grinned when he swiped her with the sauce, pulling back just slightly and looking around.
"Hmmm ... you seem to have failed to bring napkins. However will I get rid of it?"
He wiggled his tongue hopefully. How in the hell you managed to look both hopeful and innocent coupled with cute while your tongue was wiggling in the air was beyond him ... but he was.* Mhhpmhhmm? *Translated roughly into ... Can I do it now?*
She tried not to laugh, really, she did, but the giggle escaped anyway. She promptly covered her mouth with her hand, accidentally smearing the chocolate a little more across her cheek. She snickered again. She couldn't help it! He looked so ... cute and sweet and silly and lovely ... :: Ahem ... if that means what I think it means... :: She leaned forward again, balancing with herself with her hands, and turned her cheek to him ::
She tried not to laugh, really, she did, but the giggle escaped anyway. She promptly covered her mouth with her hand, accidentally smearing the chocolate a little more across her cheek. She snickered again. She couldn't help it! He looked so ... cute and sweet and silly and lovely ... :: Ahem ... if that means what I think it means... :: She leaned forward again, balancing with herself with her hands, and turned her cheek to him ::
He pounced on her, pushing her right on her back. Then he not only sucked the chocolate off but he started licking the rest of her face. Her nose, forehead, cheeks, chin ... driving her mad and laughing madly.
"Eeep!" She couldn't breathe, she was laughing so hard. "B-b-bill! Y-y-y-ou d-d-idn't t-t-tell m-m-mee y-y-yoou ... " she couldn't continue, her breath coming in great gasps.
He was going to choke laughing if she didn't stop looking so stricken. That was it then. Nothing else for it. He yanked the covers over their heads and the licking continued, going lower and lower on her ... then his hand snaked out and caught a bowl. Seconds later he dumped the freezing contents over her stomach and started to eat it off.
A muffled yell emerged from blankets.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU .... OH! Oh ... my ..."
Bill was going to kill Charlie when he saw him next. He still wanted to know why the hell he'd been stuffed into semi-decent robes as opposed to the working clothes of twenty minutes ago. And made to shower somewhere that wasn't home. The dark, blood red robes trimmed with black swished about him as he absent-mindedly opened the door ... to the smell of cooking.
"What ... oh, Merlin!" Clare ... so beautiful. He stopped dead, one foot out of the door.
Clare whirled around she she heard the exclamation, skirt twirling then settling around her ankles again. The match burned in her fingers as she took Bill in. She hadn't ever seen him in his "dress" robes before. He looked ... amazing. Regal, almost. Suddenly she felt nervous.
"Hey, " she said softly
"Have I ever mentioned that you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
His voice was hushed, soft and almost amazed. It still hadn't settled into his head that Clare was ... his. It felt like a dream, standing there, half out of the door and just gazing at her as if taking his eyes of off her would deprive him of oxygen when it was very much the opposite. If he didn't stop looking at her he was going to drop to his knees.
Her gaze kept traveling up and down his form, taking him in. She blushed when he complimented her. She still wasn't ... she didn't see herself as beautiful, just normal. Now he, on the other hand. She shook her head, trying to corral her thoughts. She got some help, suddenly, when the match burned down to her fingers.
"Ow! Damn!" She dropped the match, sucking her finger into her mouth. Around her fingers, she said, "Ermmm ... you coming in or um, fleeing?"
He was in the door in seconds, snatching her burnt fingers into his grasp ... the baby blue of his eyes caught the candle light and Clare's hair sparkled in it.
"You should be more careful."
He kissed her fingertips very softly and suddenly he didn't want to stop touching her skin. It was a trance almost, his eyes trailing across her face and her neck.
"You should also be less sneaky," he added with an amused tone. Mind you ... no other girlfriend had gone to this trouble before.
When Bill took her fingers, she shivered, despite what she knew was a sudden flush to her cheeks.
"I'm fine, it .. was more of a surprise." His eyes reflected the soft glow of the candles, seeming to almost glow from within. she wanted time to slow down, to stop, she didn't lose this moment.
"What're you cooking, princess?"
"Hmm? What? OH! Lasagna!"
"You have no idea how glad I am that you cook."
The plan was to keep the small talk happening, to keep prattling on about things that made no difference and didn't matter so that he wouldn't fall in love with her lips.
"Clare I ..." and what could he say? I think I'm in love with you, you bring something new to every moment and you make it sparkle. Okay, there were plenty things he could say but none of them worthy of her. "You're beautiful ... " and it seemed such a small thing compared to what he felt for her.
She shook her head, still not quite believing him. Maybe, maybe if he kept saying it, she would. She defaulted back into her standard mode -- humor. She grinned at him.
"You're just saying that so I'll actually share some of the lasagne with you."
"If it's a fight you want, princess, then you've got one. Lasagne is something I'd give ... well I would say my right arm for but that's a bit extreme." It was easy, to joke around but it wasn't so easy to forget the way her laugh made his stomach butterfly and it was even less so to try and banish the image of her dancing eyes from branding his vision.
"Clare ... " It was hardest of all not to draw her to him and never let go. His fingers whispered across her cheek. "You're something special." I treasure you, worship you. "I'm not letting you go."
It was pure instinct, moving her cheek into the palm of his hand. It felt so natural, so right. Her eyes fluttered shut at the caress. Every time he touched her, even the smallest gesture, it was like her, it was like ... like a steep dive in her plane. She opened her eyes, smiling.
"You're gonna have to let go if you want to eat." Don't, don't ever let go.
"No, sorry ... " And why was his voice so soft? The noises around them had filtered away, there was no sounds from the street, there was so occasional sound of wind blowing a tree branch against the window. There was just Clare and her soft skin. And those words that stuck in his throat and threatened to choke them if he didn't let them slip out and float over her.
"I can't let you go."
The step forward seemed so easy, pressing their bodies flush together. He wanted to keep her always like this, his and close and safe.
"Clare ... " He was beginning to sound like a broken record. Gods I love you. I love you, princess "... you've gotten me caught up and there's no way I can move from this spot until I ..." taste you "... get to hold you."
Their bodies fit together perfectly, matched opposites. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord. What was it about him that made her feel so safe, so cherished? She was used to taking care of herself, taking care of others, but part of her just wanted to let him ... well, let him do anything he wanted, really. But it was more than that, more than just a physical attraction. She wanted to let him cherish her. It was a new feeling for her. When she spoke, her voice was as hushed as his.
"Bill? Stop talking and kiss me."
"Yes, ma'am."
And when their lips touched it was like an out-take from a scene. Like the universe had cut the two of them out and framed them in time. It was a moment that posed the question; could you bear to lose this? And that question wound Bill's stomach in so many knots that he has a feeling he might never eat again. Dinner might go to waste. His arms cradled her close, refusing point-blank to ever contemplate letting her go. It wasn't an option. When they broke apart his world exploded and it slipped without warning, without thought:
"I love you."
It was like this every time he kissed her. All logical thought fled from her brain, her entire world became focused on them. They way his lips tasted, they way his hands felt as they roamed her back. The texture of his hair where her hands found themselves secured. He left her breathless. She had buried her head in his neck when it ended, content to let the lasagne burn, happy to stay her, despite her earlier protestations.
And then he said it.
She stiffened just a little, muscles tensing before she could control them. It was too soon, too fast. There was so much about her he didn't know.
"Bill ... I ... " she stuttered. "I ... "
She remembered the conversation she had with Charlie. Don't rush it, he told her. If you're not ready, don't. She sighed into Bill's neck, drawing back, looking into his eyes. She placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Bill ... I can't ... not yet. I feel so much for you, but ... " Her brows knitted together as her thumb traced his bottom lip. "It's not that I don't want to ... " She lowered her head, shaking it, voice faltering again.
Those fingers that had traced her cheek settled very gently on her lips.
"I'm not asking for anything, Clare, only as much as you feel you can give. You've been through so much, you've been burned and tasted the bitter end and the scarring hasn't gone away yet. All I ask if that you let me try and soothe it, just a touch. I needed to ... say it, to admit it out loud. But I don't ask for it back, I won't."
He realised, in saying it, that this was exactly his problem. If he took a second to step back and let his mind snap to to the present them he'd see that maybe that was all he needed all along. To say it out loud and stop hearing the words everytime she walked by, every flash of her face, every lilt in her voice ... he loved her and he knew, eventually, he may get it back. Right now he was content in the moment and the sheer solid fact that he was holding her.
"You're so precious. Take your time, princess. I'm not going anywhere."
She kissed his fingertips, the simple gesture holding her thanks, her joy, her relief, her hope.
"What did I do to deserve you?" She cuddled back into his arms, dropping a kiss on his neck as she went. and then, every so softly in his ear. "Thank you."
"We've both had a time of it, princess ... maybe it's about time some knight in shining armour scooped you up. But until he does? You can settle for a wizard on a broom who'd battle the world for you ..."
What the hell! Bill scouped her up and spun her around, keeping her so close he could feel the breeze from her skirt.
She laughed as he spun her around, her face lighting in delight.
"I don't need a knight Bill, I like to fly, remember?" She flung an arm out as he spun a little faster.
He dropped her down gently so that their bodies slid down each other, lips brushing her neck on the way past.
"Windswept is a good look for you," he said.
Draping her arms around his shoulders, she stayed close, enjoying the feel of him next to her. She toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You should take me flying some time."
"I'll get you flying ... " he started, but suddenly there was the background slowly sliding back to him. And the smell. Of lasagne. "Food," he whimpered softly.
"Mmm promises, promises." She dropped a quick kiss on lips before drawing back, smoothing down her sweater. "Food: Lasagne, salad, soup, veggies ..." she listed the menu off, grinning. "And Death by Chocolate for dessert -- the gooey version." Clare took his hand and led him to table
"Sit. I'll be right back."
"My Mum always told me to behave and do what the ladies told me. So ..." Bill sat and gave her a very cheeky grin, smoothing his robes and looking expectantly. "Am sitting."
She smiled over her shoulder at him as she made her way into the kitchen.
"Remind me to thank your mother!"
She disappeared from view, and the sound of pots being rattled about came drifting from the kitchen. She called back out, "Hey! Could you light the rest of the candles, maybe put some music on?"
"Sure thing."
He got up slowly, trying to sneak a look into the kitchen on the way and lit each of the candles with a well placed ball of flame. The music was something soft and slow but certainly nothing from the Muggle world. The sound of instruments so soft and sweet that they sounded vaguely unreal ... and then a gentle voice, a male one and one that was extremely familiar drifted across them.
"This okay?"
Shoving the door open with a bump from her hip, she came back into the room, tray with soup and salad in her hands.
"That ... wow, that's lovely. " A puzzled look crossed her face. "Do I know that voice from somewhere?"
He helped her set the things on the table and edged his chair closer, waiting until she was ready to sit to gently push her chair under her. Clare smelled divine.
"It's Charlie, believe it or not."
She sat, gracefully sweeping her skirt under her, smiling up at him when he pushed her chair in.
"Wait... Charlie? Our Charlie? As in your brother?!'
He flopped into the seat next to her and gave her what passed for his cheesy grin.
"Our Charlie. My brother, though that part is regretable."
"Wow, I had no idea."
She shook her head, grinning at him and thwapped his wrist lightly with her soup spoon. The way he and Charlie got on reminded her of her brother.
"You'd best be nice to Charlie, Bill, he is the reason I'm here you know."
"He's a crafty little swine, wait till I get my hands on him," Bill said, laughing softly. "I do love him, sort of. He's got an amazing voice, he just refuses to let anyone hear him sing unless it's by accident."
Bill vaguely remembered him hushing Ron to sleep when he was a baby and let himself smile a touch.
"Then how did you get the recording?" She reached over to cup his cheek softly, tracing his small smile with her thumb. "And you guys would do anything for each other, you can't fool me."
"We would. Charlie's a paradox, he's a hell of a lot more complicated than he lets on. It's tough keeping up but I make sure I do."
He turned his head and kissed her fingers, covering her hand with his so that he could twine their fingers around each other. "He agreed to let me have it. He did a lot of them, a few years ago. I stole that one though."
She squeezed his hand, leaving their fingers intertwined. It felt ... right... somehow.
"He is, complicated I mean. He likes to pretend he's Mr. Happy Go Lucky, but ..."
She shook her head. She'd had a few conversations with Charlie that she couldn't really mention to Bill, not without breaking an unspoken confidence. Instead, she grinned over at her dinner date.
"Would he freak if I'd told him I'd heard him sing?'
His finges traced lightly over hers, spoon being balanced in his other hand. For once he wasn't interested in the food.
"Naturally. Would be funny though," Bill grinned back at Clare, then paused before continuing.
"Charlie's had too much crap in his life. There's a couple of people that I'd like to take serious issue with but he'd kill me for it. He likes to pretend that he can cope." That and Charlie didn't want Bodie to know how frail he was, deep down.
She nodded as he spoke, she'd gotten the same vibes in her talks with Charlie. She frowned slightly. How had the discussion come to this? Here she was, sitting with Bill, eating what she hoped was good food, soft music, candlelight ... declarations of love ... why were they talking about Charlie?
She smiled, turning the conversation back.
"I'll make sure to mention it to Charlie at the first opportune moment, then. " She waved her spoon at his bowl. "You gonna eat that or should we move on to the next dish?"
"Charlie seems to take over all of my conversations..."
Bill was planning on explaining this as he lifted the spoon and took his first mouthful but as soon as the food hit him all the thoughts that came from everything else flew away and there was just one hand twined with Clare's and one hand spooning soup into his mouth, hopefully slowly enough so that it wouldn't be rude. Once he'd gotten half way through he gave her a little smirk.
"This is amazing. I'm hiring you on good hourly rates, living accomodations and meals thrown in, to cook for me."
She held back a giggle as he tried so hard not to wolf down his soup.
"Hmmm... I imagine I would have to cook those meals, huh? Still, the idea has its possibilities ... are there fringe benefits?" She looked away from him long enough to eat a few spoonsful from her own bowl. To her ... it just tasted like soup. Not quite as good as her mom's but nothing ever tasted quite that good.
"This is amazing. And of course there's fringe benefits. Except there's only one bed princess, so there might have to be bunking up."
Bill was determined though and he finished his soup before he said another word to her. Then it was watching the way her throat worked as she swallowed, the way her hair whispered in a slightly breeze coming from somewhere.
"But then I reckon right now you're not so much interested in the bedding than the pay?"
She didn't look at him, but arched one eyebrow, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Oh really? What makes you think that?" She loosened their twined fingers enough so that she could slide her hand down a little, stroke the palm of his lightly, still not looking at him. Another spoonful. "What makes you think i'd be more interested in money over bedding down with you?"
He just watched her, trying not to blink owlishly at the beauty of her while trying somewhere to vaguely play it on the normal side of cool. It wasn't working. He wanted to touch her but he settled for raising her hand to his lips and kissing her wrist softly. Adoringly. As if she was the only thing that mattered in the world
"It was a feeling. But then my instincts have been wrong before. What do your interests run to then, princess?"
She tried not to shiver when he kissed her wrist, but it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through her. She quickly set her spoon down before she dropped it, pushed the bowl away, then propped her face in her hand, leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. She looked him straight in the eyes.
"Currently? Currently my interests run to tall red-headed codebreaking wizards ..."
"Where d'you think you're going to find someone like that? I mean, those tastes are pretty exclusive."
Bill leant his head that inch closer, lips brushing across the skin just before her ear as he whispered. "Have to say, my tastes have become pretty exclusive too. Just ... you."
She did shiver this time, when his lips caressed her cheek and his words floated oh-so-softly into her ear. Her voice was just as hushed when she replied.
"Oh there was an exhaustive, world wide search, but in the end, it seems there was only one man who fit the..." she couldn't help the grin that crossed her face " ... who fit the 'bill'." She turned her face toward his and gently nipped at his earlobe.
***
Clare's hands shook a little as she got the dessert out of the refrigerator. Dinner had been going so well, but now it was almost over. And she was nervous and excited and hopeful and ... nervous about what might come next. She scooped to pieces of the cake onto plates, spilling a little of the dark chocolate sauce on to the counter. One thing was for sure, this dessert was not for eating neatly. She picked up the plates, bumped the door open and returned to the dining room.
He stared at the dessert. But he couldn't help but think that Clare looked far more tasty.
"Did you make this?" Not that he was actully that interested, and he was hitting himself for the thought, but he was much more interested in her smile still. Well, that and her hips. Couldn't forget those hips.
"It looks ... beyond gorgeous." A bit like you. Merlin, sex on the brain. Stopstopstopstop ... not ready for that step maybe. Too fast. Not fast enough. Dammit.
As she set the plate in front of him, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd really like to do with the chocolate sauce. Dammit Clare! Get a hold of yourself! You're the one who told him you wanted to wait.
"Yeah, I've got a whole folder full of recipes for chocolate desserts ... you know me and chocolate."
She grinned and settled into her seat, waiting to see how he would react to his first bite. the cake was ... sinfully good. And just imagine how it would taste licking it off of him. Her fork clattered a little loudly against the plate.
"I know you and chocolate."
Dammit. Oh, if only Clare knew how teasing it was to see her bend over to sit the plate down or to straighten back up and tuck herself very gently into the seat. He wanted to lick the sweat from her collar-bone. Such a random thought but Gods what he'd do for it.
"You and chocolate..." Bill stopped himself from jumping when she dropped her fork. He crossed his ankles under the table, giving himself little room under the robes and resisted the urge to touch her hand. "Uhm, all right, princess?"
Damn damn damn. Calm cool collected... She looked up, smiling.
"I think I shouldn't have had that second cup of coffee." She picked up the fork again, getting some of the sauces on her fingers. Without thinking, she licked it off.
Bill shivered, his entire body going rigid. His entire body.
"Ah. Cooffee ..." COOFFEE? Oh, this night was going downhill very very quickly.
"Uh, I mean coffee is an evil entity and should be banned. Or reduced in caffine." Shut the fuck up and eat the cake ...
Grinning, she took another bite of cake.
"I dunno, Bill, 'cooffee' might be lower in caffeine than 'coffee' "
She looked over, his plate was untouched.
"You don't like it?" He looked alomst ... ill... actually. He was suddenly very stiff. "Bill? Hun, are you OK?" She set the fork down and reached over, placing her hand gently on his arm.
Time to come clean. This was going too fast for her, he was sure of it, but he had to be honest. Soon, or he was going to die.
"The cake's gorgeous. See, the problem is ... so are you. And ... if you touch me again I'm going to cover you in chocolate cake and eat it of off your bare skin ..." He buried his face in his hands, cringing.
She stared at him, a slow smile crossing her face when he buried his head. Checking to make sure he wasn't looking, she dipped her finger in the sauce, then spread a line across her collarbone. She stood, her chair scraping as she moved it back, and quietly knelt next to his chair. She moved his hands away from his face, turning his head to look at her.
"Have at it."
It didn't take any time and Bill slid to his knees, not wanting to loom over her. His tongue swiped across her skin, fingers holding her hips. Owning her skin. His mouth, hungry for her, sucked everything that he'd missed.
"Have what, exactly?" It was all murmured into her neck as he made his way up to kiss that maddening spot behind her ear.
The first touch of his tongue sent chills down Clare's spine and she instinctively moved closer to him, seeking his warmth. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as he kissed behind her ear, making her shiver once more in delight. Her voice was husky when she replied.
"This. Me. I don't want to wait, anymore Bill. I want to make love to you."
"Make love. It sounds so much better than anything else ... let me show you how much I love you."
Softly Bill drew his fingers up her back and he showed her, very gently, how to undo the front of his robes. He was naked underneath. Very naked. And hard and weeping and Gods he wanted her on her back.
Her hands trembled a little as he helped her undo the robes. She gasped as they came undone. Gods, but he was gorgeous. All of him. She didn't speak. Her hand floated down his shoulders, across his chest, around his hip. Teasing, feather-light touches. Across his ass, back up around his inner thigh. Ignoring that part of him that was demanding her attention. She drew his face toward him, kissing him. Softly at first, then more roughly. Tongue battling his for control. She wrapped her other arm around his waist, drawing him close.
He pulled his robes off, sick of them being hot and constricting. Then without warning he got to his feet, hard cock passing by her line of vision, and he lifted her into his arms. It didn't take long, just a quick simple movement, and he walked through to the bedroom, kicking the door open.
She was a little startled when he pulled back from the kiss, stripping off the robes. Not that she minded the view it presented. Not. At. All. She unconsiously licked her lips as he stood, then "eeped" a little when he easily lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling now exposed flesh, nipping at his earlobe. Now that the decision was made, now that she had released the restraints she had placed on the relationship. Now she felt like she couldn't wait a second longer. He kicked open the door, not a moment too soon for her.
"Bill?" Her voice was low. "Get me out of these freakin' clothes."
Bill dumped her on the bed. It wasn't sexy, it wasn't hot, it was just very cute when he grinned a cheeky little grin.
"Now, why didn't you ask me that sooner, huh?"
It didn't take any time at all, to shimmy her out of her clothes. The only thing that delayed it was the way he licked every bit of exposed skin before he could move on.
She hit the bed with a bounce.
"Hey!" She laughed when he grinned at her, hmphing a little. "If you weren't so damned gorg..." Her words trailed off when his tongue started to make it's way up her belly as he stripped off her sweater.
"You taste better than the cake ..." And finally finally it was underware. And his cock was weeping. And he was close to panting. And she was on her back ...
A soft moan escaped when he passed over her lace-covered breast, dampening the material with his mouth. Sweater off, he moved on to the the skirt. Clare arched toward him when he kissed her gartered thigh, breath catching in her throat. Once it was off, her hands guided him back up body, enjoying the feel of his weight on her.
Bill moved away from Clare and tried, very slowly, to steady his breathing. It was hard, very hard -- or at least something was -- for him to steady himself. He was so desperate to jump on her, to lick her everywhere but instead he knelt on the edge of the bed and dropped his mouth to her inner thigh, spreading her legs slowly and moving up to just smell the musky scent of her sex.
"You taste as good as you look?" he asked cheekily as he sucked a trail from the top of her thigh, stopping for her underware, and starting again on her stomach.
She bit her bottom lip when Bill moved away to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out if she'd done, said, something wrong. She let out a small sigh of relief when he shifted positions and started to lick her skin again. The man had a talented tongue. Very. She shivered as he spread her legs gently, then made a small, disappointed sound when he skipped up to her stomach.
"There's only one way to find that out, Bill." She pulled him up so she could look him in the eyes. "There'll be time for slow and sweet later."
His eyes widened and he could feel them doing it, which was odd, because it was very rare that anything surprised Bill Weasley these days. He stroked once more down her thigh and then smiled, a slow and satisfied smile.
"Strip for me?" He sat back, on his heels, and slipped a hand between his legs. One finger gently stroked up and down, up and down, his cock. His hips pressed up to his hand. Damn, she was hot.
She grinned a slow grin. She'd surprised him, huh? Well, he'd better get used to it. She was just full of surprises; in fact he was about to get another one.
"Strip for you Bill?"
She licked her lips and sllllloooowwwly slid off the bed to stand in front of him. Her hips began to gently sway in a figure-eight patterns, her arms rising above her head, hands tracing intricate patterns. Slowly she moved one hand down the other arm, caressing the skin as she reached for the bra strap. Her hips never stopped moving. When both straps were pushed off her shoulder, she gave a little shrug and her breast were released from the lace. She turned, hips still swaying, and made a show of undoing the clasp.
He took a very long, very slow breath. The only other person he'd seen up close that wasn't a professional and could dance this provocativley was Charlie and that wasn't exactly a turn on. Bill when from hard to painfully throbbing and his eyes followed every curve of her body. Raking across her naked breast.
"Clare ..."
It'd been a while since she combined her belly dancing with stripping. she turned, dropping the bra to the floor, and faced him, hips still moving.
"Yes Bill?"
"If you don't come here we're going to end up on the floor with carpet burns. Or I'm going to pass out"
He knew his eyes were huge and the blue had faded as his pupils dilated with desire. For her. Her heart and body and that wonderful dance.
She couldn't help but grin at his statement, even though she knew he was serious. The smile lit her face as she sashayed over to him and leaned over.
"I hate carpet burns," she whispered in his ear.
"I hate teases and Gods, but I would loathe to hate you."
He grabbed her and whirled her around so that she was laying across his legs. Her hair had been thrown back and she looked windswept. Beautiful.
"Not slow. No time ... baby, I need you."
This time her smile was slow and sexy. she pulled him toward her, grabbed one of his hand and set it softly between her legs. She knew what he'd feel. She was warm, wet ... ready.
His hands were on her, over her, under her lifting her into his lap.
"Clare ... " He licked down his neck, to her collarbone, back up. His fingers wound in her hair. Mouth scorching trail over her breasts suddenly. "...Need you ..."
Her senses reeled under his sudden onslaught, his hands and mouth were everywhere. She barely had the breath to respond.
"I'm ... yours to ... take Bill..."
"How ... important ... is this ... underware to you?"
He was going to rip it. He was already pulling at it and depending on her answer it wouldn't be long until it was all gone. His mouth closed suddenly around her right nipple and his tongue laved at it as if it was enough to bring him off right there. And maybe it was.
She arched against him, gasping, her hands threads through his hair, trying to draw him closer.
"Not."
The underwear came away from her body in a swift tear. No pause. He lay her down and it was in a frantic flop backwards to bury his mouth between her legs, his tongue tasting the wetness of her, moaning in time with the turns of her hips.*
She groaned in response, her hips writhing of their own accord now. One hand shot over her head, palm pressed against the headboard, seeking purchase. The other was still wound in his hair. Her breath came in heavy gasps, any words were simply incoherent moans.
He pushed one of her legs up, apart, so that he could get closer to her. His tongue plunged into her, twisting and turning while the fingers of his free hand parted her so that, when he moved, the tip of his tongue centered on her clit. Rubbing, massaging. He registered somewhere that he was bucking his hips into the mattress.
"God! Bill!" Her hips leapt off the mattress at the touch of his tongue. Somewhere in the back of her brain she knew that if he kept it up, she'd come in matter of a minute. Her words came out garbled in between gasps. "Want ... need... you ... in me.. now.."
His mouth moved up, covering her clit and sucking the sensitive flesh, the taste of her flowing down his throat and making him groan with it. Her leg was settled over his shoulder, giving him his other hand back to slide inside of her slick hole and rub deeper and deeper inside of her, fucking her on his fingers.
Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, punctuated by harsh moans.
"Oh ...god... right there... godthereyes! There!"
He found a pace, flicking his tongue against her, such her, flick against her ... and as her hips pushed up to him he could feel his balls drawing close, making a visible effort to stop himself grinding into the bed. To concentrate on her release.
Clare's world blurred on the edges, everything focused on the feel of his tongue, his fingers. She felt herself drawing in, drawing up, reaching. Her head rolled on the pillow. Whimpering, hands grasping, twisting the sheets and then it, was there. A sharp intake of breath. Her body stiffened, contracting around his fingers, the leg on his back twitching. Her back arched off the mattress.
"Bill!"
He could feel her, the warmth of her constricting around his fingers as his tongue finished her off. She tasted salty but so sweet at the same time and Bill stayed there, licking her, long after she'd slumped into a boneless heap. Until he had to flip on his back, head laying on her thigh, so that his erection was free in the air. Gods he ached.
When she came back to herself, she sat up awkwardly, tugging him up on the mattress. She leaned over, kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue. She slid her leg from under him, his head thumping softly onto the bed. She traveled down his chin, licking, sucking, pausing to lave at his nipple briefly before continuing to move down his body. It was his turn.
He whined and there was no other word for it, it was a deep whine.
"Please ... " Oh, hell, she'd reduced him to begging with nothing more than minimally taking charge. His legs spread unconsciously
She smiled against his stomach, dropping a quick kiss on his inner thigh before settling between his legs. Starting at the base, she licked him in one long slow movement up to his tip where she swirled her tongue into his slit before surrounding him with her lips, sliding back down his shaft, tongue tracing random patterns on his warm flesh.
His eyes rolled back and his head thrashed against the cool sheets. If she kept that up it would all be over before it had even begun. Two or three tries, it took, to get his hands in a firm grip around her waist. His wand, never far away, was snatched out of no where. The contraception spell, as he'd explained to her weeks ago, was effective and clean. It also tingled like hell. Without giving her an option he shifted his hips and very slowly, sank inside of her slick depths. Hell.
"Don't move. Please, don't move."
It was her turn to be surprised when Bill hauled her up from her minstrations and suddenly chanted the spell. Her eyes widened at the sensation it produced, then closed in pleasure when he entered her. She tried her best not to move when he pleaded with her. Instead she looked him in the eyes and simply smiled.
His breath coming in rapid gasps, Bill's hips started to do small turns up to her. His thighs shook and he was coated with a sheen of light sweat.
"Clare ... fuck, I love you ... " Were all the Weasley's hopeless romantics? Tough. He pushed up harder, deeper. She was so wet, covering his groin with it.
A small moan escaped when he started to move. God, he felt so right. She moved to match his rhythm, her hips moving back and forth slightly in a fine counterpoint to his circles. She smiled at his exclamation, one hand seeking his, holding it, liking the second connection. She knew he didn't throw those word around lightly, knew that the more time they spent together, the more she wanted to say them back. Suddenly he started to move more forcefully, and she stopped thinking and concentrated on feeling.
He was too close. Dancing, dinner, the particular way her eyes lit up and her hair caught the light all cascading images in Bill's mind as his eyes screwed shut in an effort not to buck so hard that she bounced on his hips. She was sliding, her moistness covering both their thighs, dripping onto the bed and he wanted to taste it again suddenly. It was an act of sheer will but he brought enough brain cells together to slide a finger down and along her clit, occasionally missing a stroke with their rhythm but always making it up with the next one.
Clare gasped when he touched her, already frantic senses scattering. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she made a note to ask him about ... other properties... of the spell. She leaned forward slightly, changing the angles, resting her hand against his chest for balance against their sweat-slicked bodies. She was rapidly catching up to him. Clare smiled again, a slow, knowing grin, and the next time he began to withdraw from her, she tightened her muscles around him.
Bill's body surged up to her, slamming in hard enough to unsettle her. It was too much. Not enough. All in one. So he made the biggest effort of his life and flipped then over, pushing her legs apart for the second time that night as his hips thrust forward. They were slippy with sweat, with her moisture and Bill felt himself groan again, moaning his pleasure into her ear as his back arched.
"So fuck good ... never ... ugh, letting you ... go ever ..." The muscles clenched around him and he shifted the angle, coarse hair of his groin rubbing her clit for a second until he went back to thrusting.
His name came out as an excalamation. She wanted him deeper, wanted to feel him to her very soul. Her legs wound around his back, loose enough not to interfere with his movements, but drawing him in, holding him close. Her nails scraped along his sweat-soaked back, then tangled in his hair. She whimpered as he thrust into her again.
"So close... so ... oh ... " Her hips rocked toward him at each entry.
Gone, he was gone. There was no choice but to surrender to the orgasm as it rocketed through him. His eyes snapped shut and then flew open again as he felt her clench around him, draw his cock deeper. He felt like he was brushing the core of her.
"Fuck, fuck ..." He was coming, body convulsing and bucking against her, seed pumping into her, adding to the dripping wetness between them.
She reached seconds after he did, the feel of him bucking wildly into her all she needed. She arched off the bed as her muscles rippled against him, her voice one long low, glorious moan.
It was all he could do to grab his good sense and turn them one last, torturous time, so that she was on top of him before his muscles bunched and relaxed, laying quivering on the bed. He couldn't speak, his breathing coming in sharp gasps. Oh, hell. Wonderful, perfect, brilliant woman.
She lay on top of him, still slightly tingly from the effects of the spell and his own personal brand of magic, muscles lax, trying to get a hold of her breathing. She couldn't have moved right now if a 12-foot demon dressed as a nun had crashed through the window. Not that she wanted to. In fact, she quite liked where she was right now. She gathered enough strength to turn her head slightly and drop a kiss onto his chest. Nope. Not moving. Staying right here. Possibly forever. It felt perfect. Sweat and stickiness and heavy breathing and everything. Hell, it was perfect.
"Not moving," Clare mumbled. Not even for a 20 foot habit-wearing demon with glowing eyes. A small giggle escaped.
He was planning to keep his eyes closed, to bundle her there in sweat and sticky wetness and just drift off for a few minutes. All right, possibly a few days. But at her weak protest of not moving he felt compelled to open his eyes a fraction, slitted baby blue. Then she giggled. He tried to keep a straight face but it was infectious and he followed her, a sniggr escaping unchecked.
"What're you laughing at?" He demanded it even as he laughed himself.
She tilted her head up, chin on his chest, eyes dancing.
"A 20 foot tall habit-wearing demon with glowing eyes, of course," she said, as if it were the most natural thing to be thinking of a time like this.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a cheeky grin and he swatted weakly at her arse.
"And what're you doing thinking about other fella's ... entities ... when you're in bed with me?"
If she'd had the energy, she would have tried to tickle him, but she didn't. She giggled again.
"What girl doesn't want to be rescued by a dashing demon when she's being ravished by a demented magician?" She paused just a beat, then did her best "blonde" voice. "Oh! Wait! I've got that backwards, don't I?"
It was a laugh that so many people heard from Charlie but never from Bill, the quieter, usually more serious of the two. His ribs ached as he almost came of off the bed giggling at her. One hand savaged her side, tickling with fingers.
"Cheeky ... little ... person ..."
Her laughter grew when he tickled her and she began an attack of her own, energy rebounding with sheer joy. They ended up wrapped around each other, perched precariously on the edge of the bed.
"Erm Bill? The... sheets sliiiiding!" She landed on top of him in a heap.
Bill winced as his arse banged of off the floor but he couldn't stop giggling as she came down in a tangled heap on top of him, arms flailing out so that she didn't fall on her face. He put his hand underneath himself and pulled out his want, rubbing along his spine.
"You're going to break me," he said in a whiny voice.
She grinned down at him, taking the wand from his hand and twirling it like a baton. She leaned her head in her other hand, elbow on the floor.
" Mmmm... break you in, don't you mean? Or maybe this is just your way of getting me to promise you another massage? Or..." Her grin turned slightly evil and she slid up his body a little to look him in the eye, "baton" still twirling. "... is it that little ol' me is too much for big bad mummy-huntin' you?"
"I think little ol' you should keep that little ol' gob shut," he saaid, with a smirk he should have been slapped for. "So that big bad mummy-huntin' me can kiss you breathless and haul our sticky arses into the shower before we stick to something and set."
Clare set the wand aside with a final flourish, settling her forearms on either side of his head and looking down at him.
"Mmm... you can do the hauling, I'll do the..." She leaned in and kissed him, skipping sweet and going straight for mind-numbing.
His girl with brilliant, Bill decided half way through the kiss, his girl was the best there was. His fingers tangled in her hair and his tongue swiped for hers until it became a silly battle and they ended up snickering through it.
"Someone say something about hauling?"
Clare drew back, laughing. "Yes, I believe they did." She didn't move, simply looking at him. "Well?"
"Oh, bloody hell. Lazy."
He got unsteadily to his feet and then reached down for her, as if this was something he did every day. He picked her up and settled her gently in his arms but once they got to the bathroom the shower looked unappealing so he kicked the side of the bath and as if it was a naughty puppy being punished it spluttered and the tapes began to pour hot water. Bill still standing with Clare in his arms.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she craned her head around to see what hidden deviced he'd hit to start the tub, the scientist in her sure there was something. She tried not to look too ... geeky ... but finally couldn't stand it.
"How? "
"Charmed. Charlie's has ugly purple bubbles that smell like blackberries."
Bill turned his nose up and stepped back a touch, lifting her a little to see the sparkling around the pipes. He waited until it had filled to show her it's last secret and as he stepped in, very slowly and steadily, settling them both down the bath moved around them, soft as feathers. Propping them up and stretching to let them lay back.
She stared, wide-eyed.
"How? What?" She tilted her head back to look at him, smiling, before settling happily back against him. "Can you do this to my tub at the Garage? "
"Princess, this is the very light benefits. I could do hundreds of things for your room, never mind your tub. Put heating charms on the floor as well as ones to make sure you don't slip on water or tiles. Hex your mirror so it doesn't steam up or smudge." Bill waved a hand and dribbled some water on her nose. "Just ask."
Clare grinned as she swiped the water away from her nose, reaching back to wind an arm around his neck.
"Nah... I don't need much, and besides, if I were to have all those, I'd get to feeling spoiled. It'd go to my head, and then there'd be no living with me" She paused to lazily swirl her other hand in the water. "And I ... kinda like the idea of this place being ... special, magical. Someplace to .... escape to."
" I love you, princess. This can be your special place then. You can come here anytime you like. Anytime you need. I'll get a pork-key for you that'll take you back and forward ... a key cut."
Bill kissed her hair and suddenly a warmth spread through him the like of which he hadn't felt in a very long time. A sort of contentment a having this woman he loved so close to him. Cherished and protected the way she was supposed to have been from the start.
Clare sighed happily.
"I'd like that, Bill. A lot." She nestled against him, content to stay in that magical bath with him forever. She almost hated to admit it to herself, admit that her beloved independence and "I can take care of myself" attitude could -- and, if she was being totally honest -- HAD been quickly subsumed by his desire to coddle her. It was a nice change.
"You're so soft." Bill couldn't hold back the wondering tone in his voice as his hand drifted down her breasts and across her stomach. His skin wasn't rough but it wasn't the softness that it had been before he left for Egypt where sandstorms and scrapes from falling down rocks and tombs had taken it's tole. But Clare was soft and beautifully firm beneath that. It was a sharp contrast."... I'd like it more, a lot more."
Her skin tingled wherever he touched her, not because of the spell, which had worn off, but simply because he was touching her.
"Mmmhmmm ... you just want to come over and cook more meals."
"I wouldn't say no," Bill admitted it with a little smile. His foot came out of the water and tapped the space between the taps. There were candles littered around the room and they flared to life, the electric lights looking as if they'd shorted out.
She couldn't help it, she gasped.
"Now that's a neat trick!" She snuggled up against him, hand softly running up and down the leg he'd just lifted. "Thank you," she said quietly.
He blinked at her just a touch, trying to fathom her meaning.
"For lifting your leg?" He was joking but it was quiet. He didn't want her to close up on him. Her past hurts could make her so distant sometimes.
She smiled, flicking the spot underneath his knee lightly.
"Oh yes, that was the higlight of the evening" She went back to her caress, silent for a few minutes, collecting her thoughts. "Thank you for being willing to put up with ... me ... my fears ... my ... :: she trailed off. My apparent inability to tell you how I feel ... "
It was ... odd in a way. Here was this man willing to devote his time and attention to her, who'd declared his love for her, who'd shown her just how much he did love her, and yet, she still was holding back.
He watched her for a good, long time but eventually he kissed her as she stumbled with her words, silencing her.
"Shush for a second." His fingers trailed in her hair, so soft, like the rest of her. "You're scared. You've been hurt and you've got the scars on your heart to prove it. It's going to take time to trust me, to be able to let me in that extra inch or two, to open up to me the way you want to. It doesn't matter. I'll wait. For you, I'll wait. Take your time." He smiled as he echoed words that were maybe his maybe Charlie's from a while ago. "If it's not there, don't push it or rush it."
She turned awkwardly to embrace him.
"I'm not the only one with scars," she said softly, laying her head on his shoulder. "Which is all the more reason for the 'thank you'." She dropped a light kiss on his neck and snuggled in closer.
The water was heating up around them. Clare was in his arms. That was all he needed.
"Don't thank me for loving you, Clare. There's no need." Bill's fingers trailed over her arm. "Just relax. Relax and forget about it."
She chucked to herself. That sounded like the kind of advice she'd give out, so she'd best listen to it too. She nodded against him, drawing in a deep cleansing breath and slowing exhaling, letting her worries drift away, focusing on the moment.
"So .... that candle trick... :: she grinned against his skin :: ... how many people have experienced that one?"
His grin split his face and he couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out.
"Unlike my darling little brother, I don't kiss and tell. But honestly?" Bill flushed just a touch. "I just finished that charm the other day. I was going to wait ... until you came around. The first night we ... " He shifted a touch and shook his head. Why was he starting this? He'd just been inside of her and now he was blushing like a bloody first year.
She drew back a little, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
"Really? That's sweet!" She noticed the blush. "Very. Sweet."
He gave her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Charlie's the romantic." But he had an evening planned for them very soon.
She grinned back at him.
"Oh, somehow I think you're a romantic Bill ... you just need someone to lavish your attention on! mind if I apply for the position?"
He pretended to think for a second. "I need the applications written on three seperate copies and there are instense, harsh interviews. Very swift judging."
Clare looked at him with an expression that clearly said "screw that". She drew back, scooting further down the tub to turn herself completely around before going back to him, awkwardly forces her legs behind him, looping her arms around his neck and kissing him breathless. She pulled back again, looking at him with one eyebrow arched.
"Consider that my application and interview. Anything else?"
"Just one tiny thing." Bill grinned.
"Oh? Really? And what would that be?"
He waved a hand at the side of the bath. "Can you give that a thump so it moves again? You're sitting in a very nasty angle.".
She threw her head back and laughed, leaning over to thwap the tub soundly.
The tub gave a rather pointed lurch and shifted to let them sink against it.
"Ta. Now ... any chance I can get another kiss?"
"I dunno. Are there other applicants you need to consider?"
"I don't think stoned Charlie counts," Bill said, shrugging. "Doesn't look that way."
She kissed his nose.
"Poor thing. I'd say you need to get out more, but then, I don't share. So, you'll just have to accept my application and call it good.," she said, leaning in to kiss him.
"I know ... I'm thoroughly abused ... " Bill put on a pout and then darted a lick at her lips.
"Mmm.. thoroughly" She moved on to kiss his cheek, then nibble at his ear "Such a shame."
He moaned softly.
"Don't get me going again, baby ... I want to save myself for morning sex."
She chuckled but relented. "Mmm.. so now I have to wait, huh? "
He grinned naughtily. "Won't hurt you."
She grinned back at him. "Ah, see now I know what I was missing, so I'm going to be all impatient."
Bill laughed, shaking his head and flicking water at her again.
"Tough. I have a will of ... well something of steel."
"Mmmm... you got that right." She flicked water back at him. "Or your mind is a steel trap... or something."
"Well something's metal!" Bill blinked and then rubbed his finger on the side of the bath until bubbles started to appear out of thin air. Bright red bubbles. He blew them Clare's way. They smelled of strawberries. Charlie evidently wasn't the only one's with bubbles.
Clare laughed with child-like joy when the bubble began to appear, chasing them with her fingers, popping some, catching others, lifting her hand this way and that to watch them sparkle in the candlelight.
The look on her face, a look of complete abandon -- just having fun -- was the best look he'd seen in ages. He took a handful of scented bubbles and popped them on top of her head in a little crown where they stayed, not popping but actually stayed.
She looked up, she couldn't actually see what he'd done, she just knew there were now bubble on her head. She did the same for him, artfully arranging them. "My prince."
"Well I always did say you were my princess, didn't I?" Bill grinned and popped a bubble floating in front of her face. "Weasley Princess with that red crown."
Clare blinked as the bubble disappeared, then smiled. "Yes, I do seem to remember you calling me that on occasion." She caught another and set it on the tip of his nose. "So what other tricks can this princess expect?"
"That'd take all the fun out of it ... if I told you. Except watch for the first floorboard if you ever go into the store cupboard." Bill stuck his tongue out and launched some bubbles at her.
She swatted the bubbles away, sending some back at him in the process. "The floorboard? Why?"
"There's a trick ward on it. Anyone who gets a key or who's in here gets to know about it but all the valuables are in the back of the cupboard so no one gets them." Bill spat out bubbles.
Clare giggled. "Bubbles don't taste as good as they smell?" She thought for a second. "OK, warding i can deal with. Rak and Rush set up wards on the Garage." She lazily reached up to swat down some escaping bubbles. "Ya know, for all the places I've been, it still amazes me that magic exists right in my own world."
"Amazes me sometimes and I use it every day.'' Bill looked at her then, properly. "I think you're magic."
She knew he was serious, but she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.
"Mmmhmm ... I think those bubbles must be going to your brain."
"I think you're embarassed and not used to being told how precious you are," Bill murmured with a tiny smile.
She blushed, looking down. "Now I am."
"Good." Bill brushed fingers across her cheek. "Special, perfect girl."
"Special, I'll accept Bill, with you I feel it. But not perfect," Clare replied softly.
"You're perfect to me ... it doesn't matter if you don't see it now. You'll see it eventually." He leant forward, pulled her back to lay against him.
Clare sighed as she snuggled against him. No one was perfect, no one. She was gonna end up disappointing him at some point in the relationship. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. "live in the moment, Clare-girl", she told herself. "Relax and enjoy what you've got here and now" She laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying.
***
Bill waved the coffee under her nose as she lay on the very edge of the bed. She didn't so much as stir.
"Claaaaaareeeeeeee." The sing-song voice was out of pure job, sitting naked, legs crossed on the floor, and waiting for her to rouse so he could feed her what was a slap up breakfast.
Clare's nose twitched but she didn't open her eyes. Her voice was rough, low, that early-morning scratchiness in full force.
"Please tell me that's highly caffeinated."
" 'tis but a cup of caffine thinly disgusied as coffee." He was a morning person. All the Weasley's were, as they had little choice other than to be full awake. "Have strawberries ... and creamy goodness ..."
She reached out blindly, eyes still closed. Once she was awake, she'd be good to go, but it was that waking up part she'd always had trouble with. "Gimme."
He guided the mug into her hand and helped her guide it to her mouth. It was drinking level warmth wise but it was strong enough to put a zing in her step.
"And chocolate from last night. Saucy 'n all that."
Clare sat up a little, breathing in the aroma before sipping.
"Mmmm... Bill.... s'perfect." She sipped some more, hands wrapped around the mug, before cracking one eye open. "Wait ... did you say chocolate? And ... strawberries?"
"Chocolate and cream and strawberries and kiwi ... "He lifted a bowl to show her the hundreds of different little bits of fruit all chopped neatly with whole strawberries sitting on top and cream around one side, chocolate sauce dripped over the other. His ideal.
She looked at him over the mug, awake now, but not letting him know, not just yet. Her voice was still rough. "You're a morning person, aren't you? "
"Disgusting, innit?" Bill edged up onto the bed beside her, naked and happy, bringing the bowls with him. "Promise not to chirp at you."
Clare rolled over a little to give him, taking the coffee with her.
"You chirp, I call you Canary," she said, grumpily, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Can't you think of a better name? Canary's so ..." He waved a bowl around. "... common." With a grin he settled in next to her and sat a bowl in her lap.
Finishing off the coffee, she sat up a little more and set aside the mug. "Myna bird?"
" ... well Charlie's a parrot. What's exotic and related to a parrot?" Bill heaped a spoon and directed it to her mouth.
"Hmmm ... parakeet? lovebird? Macaw?" She closed her mouth around the spoon, trapping it between her lips.
"Lovebirds. That's us." He grinned, watching the tang of the fruit and the sweetness of the chocolate touch her tongue.
"Mmm." She closed her eyes again, savoring the flavors, her tongue flicking out to swipe off some stray sauce. "Oh, I could get used to this."
"You'd better. Because I'll be feeding you it every morning ... that's what I have." Bill grinned and took a spoonful for himself.
His grin was infectious, and she smiled back at him, scootching to face him. She dipped into the bowl, snatching out some fruit and sauce with her fingers. "Every morning, huh? "
He almost whimpered but he leant over and took her fingers into his mouth without warning, cleaning the sauce away.
"Eberi morging ..." he muttered around the mouthful.
Clare laughed.
"Hey! That was mine!" She slowly withdrew her fingers, sighing just a little when he brushed them with his tongue. She dipped into the bowl of fruit again, this time going for one of the whole strawberries. She swirled it in the chocolate before raising it to her lips, pausing to look him in the eyes. "Mine."
"As you see, everything you see." Bill watched her fingers with avid attention. She would make a show of it, he knew that.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she nonchalantly bit into the strawberry, no taunting, no teasing. She finished it off with a second bite.
He pouted, not amused by the lack of teasing and took her bowl away.
"Hey! I'm still hungry!" She grinned at his pout, leaned over and kissed him. "Guess I'll just have to find something else to eat."
"Noooooo. Don't think so. Naughty girls who tease don't get fed." Bill shifted and took up a spoon to tuck into his bowl.
Clare placed her hands on either side of his legs, waiting until the spoon was in his mouth before bending her elbows and going into the bowl with her mouth, licking off some cream and snagging a bit of kiwi between her teeth. She straightened up again, chewing contentedly.
"I love kiwi."
He would have choked if he hadn't wanted to watch her with eyes that weren't all teared up.
"Might have to spank you."
She bent down to the bowl again, this time taking some of the chocolate sauce on her tongue and licking her lips with it, coating them.
"Mmm ... I thought you wanted me to be naughty... can't make up your mind huh? S'matter? Blood flow divereted elsewhere?"
"Okay, having sudden visions of you covered in chocolate sause and me spanking you until your gorgeous, round bottom's all red." Bill coughed and gave her the bowl back. "Naughty, nasty. Tease."
Clare grinned, taking the bowl but still forgoing the spoon.
'Oh? And who decided that it's you that gets to do the spanking?"
" ... I haven't done anything to deserve it!" Bill pouted at her and dug into the bowl again.
She stopped his hand as he lowered the spoon, taking it out of his grip. She picked another strawberry out, dipping one half in the chocolate, the other in the cream.
"No in fact you were a very very good boy." She raised the strawberry to his lips.
He tried not to smirk. Good boys were rewared like this? He intended to be an angel. So he sat, completely still with a little smile and bit into the strawberry, drawing it out for as long as he possibly could. She was sitting there, kneeling rather, rumpled and gloriously naked and it was making certain parts of him neglegent of being good.
Clare smiled as he bit into the fruit, claiming the rest for herself. She was totally awake now and her body was reminding her of why she'd slept so well. Bill was doing his best to look angelic, but what she really wanted, since he'd mentioned it, was him covered in chocolate and cream.
"You ... ah ... have got a little ..." She leaned forward again, licking chocolate off the side of his mouth.
His tongue snaked up to lick over hers before she could pull back and the sight of her, bottom in the air and breasts inches from his fingers ... he grabbed the sheet and bunched it at his waist. Maybe he could eat the fruit of off her.
"Uhm. Ta for that ... " His finger wiped some down her cheek. "Oh, look. Will need to lick that off now."
She grinned when he swiped her with the sauce, pulling back just slightly and looking around.
"Hmmm ... you seem to have failed to bring napkins. However will I get rid of it?"
He wiggled his tongue hopefully. How in the hell you managed to look both hopeful and innocent coupled with cute while your tongue was wiggling in the air was beyond him ... but he was.* Mhhpmhhmm? *Translated roughly into ... Can I do it now?*
She tried not to laugh, really, she did, but the giggle escaped anyway. She promptly covered her mouth with her hand, accidentally smearing the chocolate a little more across her cheek. She snickered again. She couldn't help it! He looked so ... cute and sweet and silly and lovely ... :: Ahem ... if that means what I think it means... :: She leaned forward again, balancing with herself with her hands, and turned her cheek to him ::
She tried not to laugh, really, she did, but the giggle escaped anyway. She promptly covered her mouth with her hand, accidentally smearing the chocolate a little more across her cheek. She snickered again. She couldn't help it! He looked so ... cute and sweet and silly and lovely ... :: Ahem ... if that means what I think it means... :: She leaned forward again, balancing with herself with her hands, and turned her cheek to him ::
He pounced on her, pushing her right on her back. Then he not only sucked the chocolate off but he started licking the rest of her face. Her nose, forehead, cheeks, chin ... driving her mad and laughing madly.
"Eeep!" She couldn't breathe, she was laughing so hard. "B-b-bill! Y-y-y-ou d-d-idn't t-t-tell m-m-mee y-y-yoou ... " she couldn't continue, her breath coming in great gasps.
He was going to choke laughing if she didn't stop looking so stricken. That was it then. Nothing else for it. He yanked the covers over their heads and the licking continued, going lower and lower on her ... then his hand snaked out and caught a bowl. Seconds later he dumped the freezing contents over her stomach and started to eat it off.
A muffled yell emerged from blankets.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU .... OH! Oh ... my ..."