Light - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur
Title: Light (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Fleur looks good in any light. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #02: night.
Word Count: 513.
Fleur looked good in any light, as far as Bill was concerned. In daylight, she could take a man’s breath away (although the long, toe-curling, heated kisses could have something to do with the breathlessness, too), but Bill always thought that she came into her own at night.
Candlelight, moonlight, firelight. She looked ethereal in any of them, skin practically glowing and making her look like an angel. His angel. She looked even better naked. Bill was more than a little biased on the matter, of course, but seeing her stretched out on their bed with candlelight flickering over her pale skin was enough to make anyone lose the ability to create a coherent string of thoughts.
Fleur pouted after a few moments, looking a little put-out. “Are you going to stand zhere all day?” she asked in a tone that didn’t leave room for Bill to argue. Not that he was going to argue with a beautiful, naked witch who was lying on his bed, waiting for him.
He shook his head, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and dropping it to the floor. Bill grinned wolfishly at his wife, crawling onto the bed but not immediately touching her. Fleur’s hand stroked his face, but he gently pushed it away, continuing his admiration of her body.
A single finger ran along her collarbone, skin soft to the touch. Slowly, Bill drew his finger down her body, along the curve of her breast, eyes fixed on the way that the shadows played on her skin. Fleur whimpered slightly as the pad of his finger traced softly across her nipple, which was already hard with want.
“Such lovely tits,” Bill murmured, leaning in to brush an almost-chaste kiss across her lips. “I could play with them all day if I had a chance.” He’d take advantage of the rest of her, too, while he was at it.
Fleur was never one to just sit back, though, however much she enjoyed being admired. She leant forward, kissing Bill harder. A little surprised, Bill lost his concentration for a moment and quickly found himself pinned beneath Fleur as she straddled him. Her breasts bounced with her movement and she let out a throaty laugh.
“I do not want you to play with zem all day,” she told him in a whisper, leaning down. Her breasts brushed against his chest and she made a contented sound as her nipples made contact with his skin.
Bill swallowed, starting to get hard and wishing that he was completely naked. “Do you want me to fuck them?” he asked roughly, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them with rough fingers and making her head tip back as she moaned. “My cock sliding between them?”
Fleur looked down at him, licking her lips. She raked her fingernails slowly down his chest, leaving faint red marks. “Perhaps later?” she suggested, circling a finger around his navel. “Mais I theenk zat first we weell start with my mouth.” Raising her eyebrows, Fleur added, “Zen maybe we can work downwards.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Fleur looks good in any light. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #02: night.
Word Count: 513.
Fleur looked good in any light, as far as Bill was concerned. In daylight, she could take a man’s breath away (although the long, toe-curling, heated kisses could have something to do with the breathlessness, too), but Bill always thought that she came into her own at night.
Candlelight, moonlight, firelight. She looked ethereal in any of them, skin practically glowing and making her look like an angel. His angel. She looked even better naked. Bill was more than a little biased on the matter, of course, but seeing her stretched out on their bed with candlelight flickering over her pale skin was enough to make anyone lose the ability to create a coherent string of thoughts.
Fleur pouted after a few moments, looking a little put-out. “Are you going to stand zhere all day?” she asked in a tone that didn’t leave room for Bill to argue. Not that he was going to argue with a beautiful, naked witch who was lying on his bed, waiting for him.
He shook his head, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and dropping it to the floor. Bill grinned wolfishly at his wife, crawling onto the bed but not immediately touching her. Fleur’s hand stroked his face, but he gently pushed it away, continuing his admiration of her body.
A single finger ran along her collarbone, skin soft to the touch. Slowly, Bill drew his finger down her body, along the curve of her breast, eyes fixed on the way that the shadows played on her skin. Fleur whimpered slightly as the pad of his finger traced softly across her nipple, which was already hard with want.
“Such lovely tits,” Bill murmured, leaning in to brush an almost-chaste kiss across her lips. “I could play with them all day if I had a chance.” He’d take advantage of the rest of her, too, while he was at it.
Fleur was never one to just sit back, though, however much she enjoyed being admired. She leant forward, kissing Bill harder. A little surprised, Bill lost his concentration for a moment and quickly found himself pinned beneath Fleur as she straddled him. Her breasts bounced with her movement and she let out a throaty laugh.
“I do not want you to play with zem all day,” she told him in a whisper, leaning down. Her breasts brushed against his chest and she made a contented sound as her nipples made contact with his skin.
Bill swallowed, starting to get hard and wishing that he was completely naked. “Do you want me to fuck them?” he asked roughly, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them with rough fingers and making her head tip back as she moaned. “My cock sliding between them?”
Fleur looked down at him, licking her lips. She raked her fingernails slowly down his chest, leaving faint red marks. “Perhaps later?” she suggested, circling a finger around his navel. “Mais I theenk zat first we weell start with my mouth.” Raising her eyebrows, Fleur added, “Zen maybe we can work downwards.”